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Details | Quatrain |

Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013


Details | Bio |

read this please

They hate you because your you
They make up lies and call it true
They're fake behind your back
Hoping someday that you'll crack.

They hate you because your real.
no matter what they say you always heal
They're surprised to see you rise,
That you're not affected by all these lies


They hate you because you smile at them
It shows them that your a real gem
You are always true and do your best :)
Sometimes these haters just cant test

They hate you for no reason
Despite it all, you smile
whatever the reason
At the end of the day
All i'm gonna say
All i plan to be 
IS ME


-Sanderline Fleury :)

Copyright © Sanderline Fleury | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

A Will of Fire

When your world darkens
When your will gets shattered
When your fire becomes weak
when your strings get cut
When your heart gets broken
When your about to give in

Think of why you have come this far
Think of why your fire is still burning 
Let it fuel you, let it ignite your soul
No matter what the world throws at you
No matter how bad you hurt, and want to give up
You must never give in and submit

Get up and take back control
Push yourself to the limits, never falter, never surrender
Pick up the pieces, get new strings, ignite yourself 
Make the darkness fear your will of fire, for you pain is temporary
The darkness will burn, it will weaken
Your will of fire will guide you and others out of the dark and into a new dawn


Copyright © Unknown Unknown | Year Posted 2016


Details | Free verse |

Silent Invocation

Give me strength and courage
To rise above adversity...
To power past pain and suffering.
Let there be freedom in my breath
That lets me soar to places where
Dreams dwell... unencumbered
By earthly chains that bind me and
Keep me a prisoner in my own land.
They cannot control my spirit that
Roams free as the day I was born.
The freedom that was born with me
Shall remain a sacred secret until I die.
I bow before you with my heart in
My hands, I surrender my soul to you
Knowing one day I will be free physically
And the golden gates will be open to me.

© Connie Marcum Wong

*Dedicated to those who face fear and tyranny
on this planet.

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

The Hypocritical Christian

I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,
Amen!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

Serendipity Of Souls

Revealed in that ancient place
where roses become stone and lips dry as dead bone,
the ruins of love my home, hopeless heart shown damp as sorrow known,
rubble etched with tears of deceased romance, a barren face,
my hourglass of power tilted by a hand rough as sand,
body aching for velvet confection, soul suplicant for a loving land,
age dulling the dream for a companion champion, stifling the search,
venturing daily into the world of common hazard and animal angst
standing, fighting, surviving and creating alone, an eagle with no nest,
the sky infinite in distance, sea always pushing my vessel back to fortified beach,

Unexpected like beauty in hunting eyes
you arrived in my life's arena like a veteran of volatile virtue,
speaking as if prepared to die for desire, moving with mischevious fire,
you were my vulnerable Angel, most passionate pulse with carnivorous cries,
we consoled one another when truth seemed cold and trust had narrow view,
offering me the pinnacle pleasure of a Lady's plush rush, I became the love rider,
your flesh, a sanctuary of sexual salvation, your blood, the spirit of immortal rose
Divine Intervention guided you to me, and I to you, together the meaning of love grows

J.A.B.

Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

A Soul Awakened

She is the muse to her own sorrow; She is the digger of her grave. She is the painter of her ocean view and every fatal wave. She is the shadow of her Father; She is the darkness in your sight. She is the night without the stars surrounding pale moonlight. She is the music with no words; She is sweet love without the reason. She is your dreamer with submission cold by warmth with every season. She is your pet with cold intentions; She is your baby scared and shaken. She is the bold and pure- the lost and found, She is a soul awakened.

Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

The little soldier boy

His daddy is fighting in Iraq.
His mommy is fighting tears.
His brother is fighting death.
He is fighting his desolation and fears.

Friends are but a dream
and companions are an illusion.
School is a concentration camp,
but he stands, though alone, in the midst of confusion.

His training school is loneliness.
His milestones are fears, thrust in lies.
His only weapon is faith
and his bullets are soft "hallelujah" cries.

Strength left his fragile body
and he lost the fight in life so coy,
yet on his knees he conquered agony
and I call him the little soldier boy.

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Beneath the Oak Tree


I kneel to pray beneath an oak tree’s leaves, where my journey began. Broken limbs straggle over a patchy lawn, a neglected place full of holes never gone, shoveled from childhood memories. I bow at the altar of the tall oak. Days come and go, but yesterdays are no longer my foundation. The oak’s trunk encompasses a sturdiness and truth I desire. Its roots are my roots. Its branches are my faith, my full embrace. I am left vulnerable in this season. Blackbirds, falling from dark skies perch on barest branches, cawing in a famished frenzy. Like unheard prayers, I hear desperation in the chilled air. A prayer is only muffled thoughts cried until lived out, until answered. I am more than a sound unheard. I’ll wait to mouth a winter prayer, for I feel dull and bare under autumn’s bright coat. Lord, will you find me lying still, silent below the flight of swirling leaves? Am I drowned out by the blackbirds’ caws? With the birth of a child, hope is reborn. Every step leads me back home. So, I carry my babes to the oak. Through the seasons, it cradles their innocence. The bough rises higher than the pine trees donned in deceitful evergreen. Nothing lasts except a child’s dreams. The tall oak feels like a new beginning tonight; I peel off my layer of once needed fright. With my eldest son knelt at my side, prayers are lifted within the song of autumn (Lord, grant me peace and broad wings for my flight) then after the glow of evening sun has fallen, I hope our prayers are an offering of love, two voices heard. I feel illuminated under night skies, as starlight sprinkles wonder. I pray to remain vulnerable so I can accept the gift of love. I pray God chisels away the bitterness of days gone by. I want to forgive, fill in the holes before I die. When my son and I pray, we pray for peace, for family, for the acorns that grow into mighty oak trees. Sometimes I forget to notice subtle differences between the weeping and whispering of whirling leaves. Sometimes I forget the difference between a want and a need. My child sincerely prays for his dad, brother and me; he prays for his friend to sleep with sweet dreams, and for the blackbirds at our feet scavenging through autumn’s dead weeds; then, with twinkling eyes, he asks me for a loaf of bread.
*my first new poem in 3 months.

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

Details | Iambic Pentameter |

indestined

so many times beneath the stars
our lives are lived for fate and scars
infancy seems to abound
from everywhere it screams its sound
too loud to hear the voices true
without a sound, it comes to you
it strikes with force, a fist, a roar!
so strong a warmth you can't ignore
the vision marred by human sense
for now the journey must commence
the trials begin with fervor rise
a gaze glares straight within the eyes
so hard to suffer ends defeat
victories are ever sweet
the sky preludes the next advance
all surety, no happenstance
a place of firm and solid lore
where the light and night I wore
as symbols of forever more
no longer will I toil and chore

-Sam Robinson

Poem genesis from:
Stardust Road
by Poet Destroyer A

Copyright © Samuel Robinson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Reality's Angel

I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

A New How

If you could relive an ancient day, which day, which day, which day would you say?
First kiss, first date 
Or undo a mistake?
.
Watch your child be birthed again 
Go back and unhurt a wounded friend?
Unsay a word?
Unbreak a heart?
Undrink that first drink?
Unscar that first scar?
.
Or would you go to another place
Feel your dad's hands
See your mom's face?
Laugh with your sisters
Let little brother win that foot race
.
Maybe pet that dog just one more time 
Hear grandma recite that old nursery rhyme
Maybe take up for the kid that got picked on
Or hear again for the first time your favorite old song
.
Or tell your kids you loved them again and again
No matter what they'd just done or how late they had been
But you can't go in reverse to relive any day
What you would have done
Or what you would say
.
But you can say now what you wouldn't before 
You can be someone new open up a new door
You can make a difference in your here and now
You can't be a new when but can be a new how

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

If you have courage

If you have courage...

If you have courage...
You will, open your eyes
If you have courage...
You will not believe all their lies

If you have courage...
You will get up when you stumble
If you have courage...
You will always try to stay humble

If you have courage...
You will begin on your destination
If you have courage...
You will always humbly accept direction

If you have courage...
You will always open your mind
If you have courage...
Peace and happiness you will find

If you have courage...
You will try to understand others
If you have courage...
You will see all men as your brothers

If you have courage...
You will, try to see my point of view
If you have courage...
You will, better understand you

If you have courage...
You will, search for the truth
If you have courage...
You will not allow despising of your youth

If you have courage...
You will examine all the facts
If you have courage...
You will defend the truth from all attacks

If you have courage...
You will not follow the crowd
If you have courage...
You will testify out loud

If you have courage...
You will seek answers to your questions
If you have courage...
You will accept them without hesitation

If you have courage...
You will confess your faith in God
If you have courage...
You will not care when they call you odd

If you have courage...
You will understand why you believe
If you have courage...
You will not be easily deceived 

If you have courage...
You will stand by your convictions
If you have courage...
You will help others with their contradictions

If you have courage...
You will not fear impending disaster
If you have courage...
You will have already obeyed God as your master


Do you have courage?


John Derek Hamilton
December 08,2016






Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

Details | Enclosed Rhyme |

Beautiful day

Oh how  beautiful the day you  gave to me
 
A new and bright glorious day your mercy is new and your love is fresh
 
Lord I desire your ways and  your rest to see your hand touch my life
 
Is great and peaceful and keeps me right
 
 
 
I stand  and look inside my soul
 
The way you make things unfold
 
The little things Lord they make me new
 
The touch of the wind gives me life from  you.
 
 
The flowers and  there fragrance are lifting me up
 
I love you Lord your precious to me even though I fail and wander you take me in and make me humble
 
Your  ways are glorious why can't the world see the light you  give inside me take my hand Lord help me be
 
The woman you made when you set me free.
 
 
 
Written by:©Betty Bolden
 
9-6-04
 
All poems are copyright!©

Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

She Is More

She doesn't trust easily anymore, you can see
that in the distance she creates between herself
and everyone around her, but she has so much love
to offer, and you can see this in the kindness of her
smile that she gives out to everything and everyone.

She has millions of chaotic pictures of thoughts, thousands
of tangled up worlds of words and places in her mind, you see
it in the way her eyes always seem lost, like they are somewhere
else.

Her longing to be somewhere else, shows in the way she's always
rushing and moving, the way she's always restless.
Life never went easy on her and she didn't go easy on herself either.
She is so strong and you can see it on her face, you can sense it in her
voice, there is wisdom.

She believed that her body would physically heal and rebuild itself. 
I think that's because she had faith in herself even after life had 
broken her. She got up off the ground and dusted herself off.
She knows what it's like to be under-appreciated or dis-respected, 
but yet she is humble and at peace with the darkness and not afraid 
to be alone.

So if you can't see the beauty in her pirate smile and quirky ways, 
and if you don't think that maybe she might be a little piece of magic, 
but instead consider her a distorted painting; You would be wrong, 
because she is a masterpiece of her own creation after the aftermath
of the long, long journey onward from where she came. 
She is about something good, because she knew she could, 
and that to her, is a love better than ever known.

She is Love, She is a Woman, Bold & True, Strong yet gentle in her 
heart and hands when she wipes away the tears from days long gone by. 
Notice the thousand yard stare, it was earned by every mile walked alone, when compassion for her was none. Sure footed she stands a single soul 
on a two way path of right or wrong. Know she is aware of the darkness 
in this world, but for her, it was better than home.

Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Prose Poetry |

Mr Bravery

Mr. Bravery
By Curtis Johnson

There once lived a very decent and brave man who was promised three keys.
“One of these three keys, said the key holder, will unlock the door to happiness”.
The man bowed his head and prayed silently, “Please Lord, allow me to pick the right key”.
As he raised his head from prayer, the key man said, “There is more that I must tell you”.
He proceeded to tell the brave man that there were also three roads from which he must choose.  He was also informed that all the roads would lead to ‘a door’, and all the keys would open ‘a door’, but only one thing would lead to ‘the door’ that would bring him true happiness.  That one thing would be understood when he arrives at the door.  “One thing, one door, three keys, and three roads?”,  the decent and brave man questioned to himself.

The man was still determined to find happiness; so he continued listening to the ‘key man’.
The key man then led him to the end of a Southbound roadway that broke off into three separate roads.  One was a paved and winning road toward the West; another was a graveled  uphill road pointing East; and the third road was a very rugged and dusty road heading Southwest.  He was left with the task of choosing  which thing, which key, and which road would lead him to the door that opened to true happiness.

He soon came to know all too well that his challenge was beyond any he had faced before.
Nevertheless, with ‘the one thing’ on his mind, three keys in his hand, three roads just ahead, and a locked door to happiness visualized in his heart, he bravely launched ahead with never a complaint.

His driving experience was equal to the task of either of the roads; but for reasons forever unknown, he chose the graveled uphill road going East.  Mr. Bravery drove a path of gradual elevation for about six hours.  The sun was beginning to set behind him as he noticed a building a couple of miles ahead.  He was elated when he arrived, and without hesitation, he exited his vehicle.  Slowly, and with eager anticipation, he approached the door.  At the door he realized that he had yet another important task.  He had to decide which key to pick.

Mr. Bravery then remembered his first prayer that God would allow him to pick the right key.  He looked to the sky and took confidence.  He chose a key, and bingo, the door opened!  There was a large mirror right in the doorway, and all that he could see was an image of himself.  In the mirror at the area of his heart was written these words: “True happiness is to be found, not with keys to a door at the end of a road, nor in or from another human being, but within yourself.”  

Within minutes the key man arrived with a smile and commended  Mr. Bravery for his courage and determination to complete the task.  He informed Mr. Bravery that either key would have unlocked the door, and either road would have led him to the door to happiness.  In an instant!  In a flash!!  Mr. Bravery realized that his personal relationship with God had already given him True and Eternal Happiness.  His heart within him had made the choice to be happy.
07042016 cj PS

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet |

Courage

That we may hold on ‘til the pristine morn
Oh Lord, courage to withstand the brooding storm

Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2010

Details | Sonnet |

Fires of Life

Figuratively there is good and there is bad
Intuitively we know there are high paths and low
Rewarding goodness; not hatefulness when so sad
Eliminating love, the thief comes to take what you know

And there are consequences for each choice made
Children who wander lives without a mother nor dad
Destitute families who’s last night never laid
Unless a miracle occurs their lives will be bad

So, in the course of  suffering and destitution
Come magnificent family courage and strength
And some how a divine illumination 
Causes a peaceful and caring restitution

And the answers come often at the end of time
But, looking back, They’re no more blind 


©2016 All Rights reserved

Copyright © Bonnie Jennings | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |

Storms

The storms arise, the storms pass by.
Sometimes we stop and wonder why,
and of their purpose, we surmise.
The storms pass by, the storms arise.
Our trials come just like the storms
into our lives in different forms.
Things may look dark and rather glum.
Just like the storms, our trials come.
Hold onto God. You’ll come out fine.
After the squall, the sun will shine.
On dry ground you’ll once again trod.
You’ll come out fine. Hold onto God.

Copyright © Carol Connell | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

MAMA PLEASE DON'T CRY

MAMA PLEASE DON'T CRY

She smiled through the waves of pain
And held her mother's hand.
"Oh, Mama please don't cry," she said.
"And try to understand.
God wants me up in heaven now.
I hear him calling me.
There's lots of angels singing out.
It sounds so heavenly.

"Oh Mama please don't cry," she said.
"It's time for me to go.
You've given me your love and joy.
And Mom I love you so."
She wipes away her mama's tears
And looks into her eyes.
Then drifts into the Lord's sweet hands
As they say their goodbyes.

Now Mama hears her little girl;
"Oh, Mama please don't cry."
So brave and strong her little one:
The day they said goodbye.

Copyright © Robert Nehls | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |

NEW BEGINING

THE ONLY THING I KNEW, BUT IT WASN'T SO NEW
TO THE WORLD BUT TO FEW, THOUGHT OF BRAND NEW
LITTLE I KNEW OF MY WEAKNESS, I THOUGHT IT WAS LIKE STEW
GOT ME TRAPPED AND INTO THE MOUTH IT GOT ME CHEWED
THOUGHT I OWNED IT, BUT IN REAL I HAD LOST IT

TO ONLY THOSE WHO'RE FOCUSED
THEM LIFE IS NOT LIKE MORNING DEW
DETERMINED AND WITH ONE AIM LIKE DORCAS
STICK TO ONE SINGLE AIM OF SUCCESS LIKE JEWS
TO WIN I THOUGHT I OWNED IT, BUT I REAL I HAD LOST IT

THE GENIUS IN EVERYTHING THOUGHT  I WAS
SIMPLETON THE WORD I USED IN REFERENCE TO OTHERS
KEEPING TO MY SELF AND PRIDE AS CHARACTER I WAS
AND MINE TO THINK WAS ALL THE BEST TO HIT THE CRACKERS
PRIDE MADE ME OWN IT ,BUT IN REAL I HAD LOST IT.

NOW LEARNED IN FULL AND  IN CAPACITY
REAP BEHAVIOUR AND EARNED A CHARACTER
HIT WITH THE ROD OF CHANGE  AND REALITY
BACK TO TRACK  FULLY LOADED LIKE A ROAD-STAR
AWAY WITH I OWNED IT,NOW WE OWN IT.

Copyright © LEE REUBENS | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

FIRE

FIRE

Fires burn waste and fire burns home
Igniting the ugly and the lovely the same
Roaring flames take lives and leave alone
Extinguishing for earth’s sake though lingers pain

Formerly were lives that mattered
And cats and dogs who once were brothers
And a place that stood not at all battered
Those children and grannies and significant others

But, the death of memories will vaguely play
The visions were given to strengthen souls
And will prevail on that final day
When man and beast enter heaven or Scheol    

What matters is that all senses do see
Living through fires, lessons well taught to thee.

Copyright © Bonnie Jennings | Year Posted 2016

Details | Senryu |

Courage

When one stands alone,
While all others cease to rise:
Fearless convictions.

Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2010

Details | Didactic |

A Definiton of Faith

                                                                                                                                                          
Fear heard the phone ringing, and negative thoughts raced through his restless mind. Uncertain what might be at the end of the phone line, Fear refused to 
pick up the phone.  "Perhaps I will be asked to do something different and difficult", Fear thought to himself.  Thousand of "what ifs" and "I doubt its" 
forced Fear to freeze, as he said to himself,  "I can't".                               

Faith has five senses like all the rest, but Faith refuses to allow them to be locked in a box.  Faith heard the same ringing, and raced to the phone, anticipating myriads of opportunities.  Faith sees the same dark tunnels as do others; Faith has the same information and hears the same scary sounds; but even with mixed emotions, Faith keeps on walking because he believes that "He can."

Faith was never a lunatic or fanatic, but he realized that a mile always begins with the first step. Faith recalls that Peter never failed to walk on the water; 
only that his walk was a condensed version.

09072017 PS, Contest, A Definition of Faith, Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer, POTD
Form: Didactic; Contest: Enter Your Own Competition; Theme: Faith; Criterion: Be true to form; 1P






Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

a heart once lost

As I lay awake in the twilight, lost in thought.
All my past demons awaken I once fought.
The sorrow takes over me so strong and deep.
My inner soul continues to weep.
Where all my woeful feelings I do keep.
My tears pour like a summer's rain.
This beautiful heart is torn apart by all this pain.
My saddened heart bleeds from my inner soul
What now is just a crumbled mess which once was whole.
As I watch my past life flash before me,
My tear stained eyes slowly close so I don't have to see.
The life I thought was once complete is nothing but a distant memory.
Pieces of my broken heart are left behind.
A shattered woman is what you will find.
I can't be that person anymore.
I need to feel what I once felt before.
It's time to open my heart's closed door.
Love brings with it joy,happiness, and sorrow.
In order for me to live again, I have to love again like there maybe no tomorrow.
My heart cries to be once truly loved.
So I call upon my faith and God above.
Take away from my heart this melancholy place.
Fill it with all the love I can give in it's space.
Give me the courage to fight the demons I must face.
Life is short and if we dwell on mistakes of yesterday.
It's impossible to let love find it's own way.
I ask for the inner courage to give my heart away.
Let all the bad memories remain secluded in the past.
Open this bruised and closed heart to a love that will last.

Copyright © Dawn Nack | Year Posted 2006

Details | Classicism |

Love was made for Heroes

Love was made for heroes....
who risk the thorn which cuts deepest,
but who's armor as Achilles,
even unto death ---
pledges faith to a thousand lords;
but only One shall make

Love is the hope of the gods,
where their seed shall spread,
more love,
and the lillies of the field
flourish to stardust,
and return;
a rose to wed the world...
and the mountains shall moan;
and move (Artemis!)
with a newborn's first cry

--- no coward 
shall love make more
but for bane lust;
and bastard-children ---
half in love
(half empty to the world)

No deceit in holy matrimony,
or the heart which flows the waterfall;
or a thousand deaths 
too grim to keep them part,
bound in eternity

Only the brave shall heroes be,
free in love....
lest the world perish;
and the sun go black
(for none shall see)





Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

FAITH NOT TO BE SOLD

FAITH NOT TO BE SOLD Joseph O. Adebanjo I have seen pain, kissed pain, lived with pain, overcame pain Deep in my oceans of pain, existed bliss, and coexisted the Son I saw the spasmodic ray of hope Flickering touch of faith upheld me I swam in my cryptic ocean of pain Basking in its flow into the ground of faith Faith lifted me, faith re-birthed me, gave me a new name Claiming my name in the flaming fame Yet standing out in the blazing flame Hopeful faith brought me this far Faith the passion that conquers pain the net that brought me out of it oceans Faith not be sold Faith to which I hold For it is dearer than the fairest cherub

Copyright © jOSEPH ADEBANJO | Year Posted 2016

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HOPE

Even though
I have no idea
What tomorrow will
Bring.......

I'm going to think
Positive and hope for
The best

Copyright © JEANNINE GLEN | Year Posted 2016