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Details | Light Poetry |
Ancient tombs, of long ago times
Byblos, the walled city, fortress and shrines
Shrouded in mystery, wisdom's, and thyme
The Phoenicians sailed from this very port
Their ships full of knowledge and the alphabet too

And the peoples from times long forgotten
The ancestors of merchants in the souks of now
The oldest city, charmed by the sea
The churches of St Peter, tell the prophecy

Praise the heavens, the God of your heart
In the language of Jesus, love never parts
Aramaic wisdom's, true to this day
Praise God, his love never swayed

Love of mankind
Love of your soul
Love of the creator
Marhaba

---
Marhaba is an Arabic  word  used in the Middle East   as “Hello”. 
But most people don’t know its source
Marhaba comes from a Syriac (Aramaic, Assyrian) origin and was used by the first Christians
Mar = Master or God
Haba =Love
Marhaba = God is love

As Catholic churches still give masses in Latin, The Maronite Church still gives sermons in the ancient language of Jesus, Aramaic.

Byblos is an ancient city in Lebanon, Byblos is the Greek name for the Phoenician city called Gebal. Today it is believed by many to be the oldest continuously-inhabited city in the world.

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2013




Details | Rhyme |
Pal
Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
After the last one was planted, he sniffed it;
Then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one evening,
Pal quietly passed away.

Bob held Pal in his arms and wept.
“Oh, Pal…my best friend…you saved my life.” 
He caressed Pal as he reminisced;
Then, sometime in the night, Bob joined his wife.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought fresh flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place. 
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then, turned and licked her face.

She smiled through her tears.  
“I had a dog when I was young...
A good one too.  His name was Pal.”

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Twigs

Flowers bloom
And flowers wilt.
Flowers blush
And flowers fade.
The eternity is only in me-
The twig that bears the flowers.

Sparrows are born
And sparrows die.
Sparrows fly
And brighten the sky.
That who nurtures sparrows is me-
A cozy make of a twig upon a twig.

The sun fades
And moon is born.
The twilight blurs
And moonlight spreads.
All the soothing moonlight beams are me-
A crisscross of unfathomed twigs.

Whether in its birth
Or in its death;
In the heart
Of its heart;
The entire beauty is none but one-
A design of mysterious twigs.

Copyright © Suyash Saxena | Year Posted 2013




Details | Free verse |
Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012

Details | Villanelle |
See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
                                 In my minds eye
                They have met on this sand floor
                             Many times before 
                 With a soft caress on the sly.
See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
                                    As birds soar
                                           High
                 They have met on this sand floor.
He brings shells and driftwood for her to explore
                         Then leaves being shy.
See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
                    Could a lover ask for anymore?
                                   She says nigh.
                     They have met on this sand floor
Declaring their love as if no one has done it before
                                 To any passer by.
See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
                 They have met on this sand floor......




Copyright © Bette Bavington | Year Posted 2017

Details | ABC |
The deepest burgundy I have ever seen
The soberest black ever
So dense..so mysterious 
but still dont show its loving quiver.

The velvety touch
not resembling to hatred much
The silk of my heart it sways
Mysterious yet like a gorgeous love in heaven it was made

Like a diamond it shone in the endless sky
and the beautiful scent of its prickling cry..
takes my heart in hollow
Neither owned by someone
no needed to be borrowed.

In the barren land, I walk
touching the earth with my toes
But yet it blooms intoxicatently inside me as it was a black rose.

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Copyright © Aanika Aery | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
When my life has finally left me and my last breath has been shed
And the silver cord is broken and my bodies firmly dead
I shall hover near the body, download the scenes of this past life 
Noting all minutest details rolling backwards past my eyes

I’ll store these scenes ‘til later when I can take the time to learn 
What the lessons have to teach me and help me to discern
How I treated other people, made them happy, made them sad
Examine all my actions, both the good and the bad

Three days later I’ll lose interest as my focus moves away
From the world that I just left behind, there is no need to stay
For a lifetime in the life of man to God is just a day
And my soul as God on the wheel of life must move along its way

I’ll take the download with me as I move into first heaven
It’s the first stage in the afterlife, in number there are seven
Here I’ll see and feel the good things that to others I have brought
And revel in the feelings of the kindness that I wrought

I will store these in my seed atom so in future lives I’ll know
They’re the things that I must multiply for my souls’ conscience to grow
For the conscience is the souls’ voice that guides you day by day
That still small voice that warns you in what you do and say

When that’s done my view will shift then to the things that I did bad
To the hurt I did to people that left them feeling sad
I will feel their pain intensely, ten times worse when in this field
For I’ll be purely spirit now with no flesh for a shield

These painful lessons will imprint upon my seed atom as well
In some religions we are told our soul’s in everlasting hell
In the stages of the afterlife, this is your punishment in heaven
This is the third and the most painful of the total seven

The Grim Reaper now has visited with his scythe so I will know
Through natures Law of Consequence I will reap what I did sow
He has shown me all my misdeeds and caused me many tears
And this purgatorial experience may last for twenty years

When my suffering soul recovers and the pain has died away
And I’ve incorporated the lessons to never act this way
In future lives I’ll be a better man from these lessons I have learned
One step closer to perfection that my growing soul has earned

Now I can sleep, Oh peaceful sleep, a state of heavenly rest
I’ll dream the dreams I love in life, of things I love the best
All desires that my soul has yearned, not a thing I can’t create
In the Great Silence of the spirit world to help me concentrate

The colors are much brighter, the scent of flowers more sublime
The senses are much sharper, there is no sense of time
I will see all other people as pure souls just like me
And I’ll know we’re all evolving to the bliss of eternity

I will hear the mystic music of the planets as they pass
Like a thousand singing angels, heavenly peace has come at last
Every planet sings its own song, we’ve grown deaf to this below
But in this super consciousness we’re in the eternal flow

I’ll be with my friends and family and others whom I love
The ones who left before me and currently live above
There they wait with arms wide open and rejoice when I arrive
In the fourth stage where I now live, it’s utter joy to be alive

I’ve incorporated my lessons, I now recall my goal
And my mind begins to focus on further growth of my soul
I must make further preparations and my vision starts to clear
I feel I must keep moving forward for all my works done here

I now have gone through five and six, there is just one more 
In years it’s been from birth to birth one hundred forty four
The time has come to move along and leave this place called heaven
Prepare for life in the physical world, I move to number seven

My soul has gathered the material, I now know what I must do
To make some more improvements in the places I need to
I must take another body, I must live another life
To grow and liquidate more karma though it means more pain and strife

I build an archetype of the body that in future I will form
When embodiment is offered, and I can be reborn
I will see the opportunities and be able to discern
The ideal embodiment for me when the right egg meets the sperm

I will hover near the fetus, influencing where I can
And I’ll have the power to make it be a woman or a man
I will help to build the body to suit the lessons I must learn
To overcome more issues so more advancement I can earn

When baby takes its first breath and my soul is taken in
With the imprint of my seed atoms that it has brought within
Now the babys’ atoms resonate to my seeds vibration rate
Making it the perfect body for my soul to habituate

The new body will be my new home, I will live a life anew
Gain experience, learn more lessons, through the things that I will do
I’ll apply the added knowledge that I learned in this past life
More evolved than in the last one, and cause me less pain and strife

This will happen just as often as required by the soul
As it pushes ever onward, pushing ever t’ward its goal
Of complete re-integration back from whence it came
To the universal soul of life no matter what its name

Nature is not personal, it does not seek revenge
If we mess it up we have the chance to do it all again
We arrived here by this process, nothing’s changed it’s still the same
But our souls have evolved immensely since we stepped into the game

We started out as fallen angels with no experience on this plane
We’ve grown to this by coming back again and again
Though we cannot remember for each conscious mind has died
The feelings in the soul remained in our subconscious mind

And so this is the story of the cycle of the soul
As it struggles through evolution on its way toward the goal
It’s this way for all unfailing, from natures law there’s no relief
All living things go through it, no matter their belief

Copyright © Vic Pister | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Winter star,

   so frozen where you are;

   in some glazed galaxy,

   how far is your lofty eminence?

Shine you will,

   in your celestial world,

   perhaps your rays more ancient

   than Earth's first darkling crib;

Where once none had been.....

No earthly eye to behold thy majesty;

   shearing darkness 'til what final wall?

Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |
Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tail-rhyme |
                  
                                               
 The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear. 
There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear.
  Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ? 

What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life.


 I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the  power of water itself .
 
                               
As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing . It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at .

 By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come.
 
The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost . 

The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South.
 
As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this . In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss.
 

 There is something coming .. is it something I have always known or wanted ?

 What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body.
 As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night.
It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth, 
                                         By;
                                            Shanity Rain 

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |
Sometimes things are up,
And sometimes they are down,
Sometimes black is white, 
And sometimes it is brown.
All the rivers flowing,
Back to the sacred sea,
All the monkeys climbing,
Up the very same tree.
You think you know a lot,
Think you know it all,
But the autumn leaves are falling,
At the north wind's lonely call.
The thinking of the meaning,
The reasons lost and gone,
At last the place is ready, 
A vacant holy throne.
The emptiness that fill you,
Fills you from inside,
Is the treasure you are holding,
The bridegroom's holy bride.
And now the north wind's blowing,
Blowing down the Way,
And now we sit here waiting,
For the bridegroom's wedding day.

more at http://labyrinthoflies.com

Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Carpe Diem |
When night face appears:

  Hades erupts with the 
hammer of death,stiring 
the waters.
Lemures dashing forth 
and back preying on 
wandering souls-tell-tale 
odor pervading the 
atmosphere.
Resistance is like chasing 
shadows.
Shackles of bondage 
looming,even the blue-
blooded under chains 
and fetters.
   Howling winds 
harmonize with howls of 
night marmosets- 
creatures of doom.
Splattered blood spread 
like cancer: a norm of the 
day.
Mountains of carcasses 
caressing the sky.
  The world becomes 
scene of blood bath,
carnages mounting, 
screams perforating the 
atmosphere.
   Long ago,a human 
phoenix lived and died-lo 
he lives!
(Carpe diem)! He offers 
hands of goodwill with 
beaming smiles.

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |
THE CROSSING* 

1.
On the bank of oblivion’s river 
A soul hastily arrives   
Wishing to cross on the other side
Where eternity resides 

2. 
Has been preparing for the crossing  
Since the first day of her birth
But now that the moment is so near
She is afraid of her death

3.
More few moments she is begging     
For much better to prepare 
Before the Charon with his boat 
Her, to perpetuity transfer   

4.
Death however is adamant
Since to delay he can not
So he is reminding the soul
That it is her mortal lot  

5.
With dread she is now boarding
For the trip of no return
But surprised she is to find
That this is of no concern

6.
As the crossing is completed
And the soul disembarks 
On the land of sanctified 
This is now what remarks

7.
All worries and all burdens 
That she carried all along
When imprisoned in the body
In that place don’t belong

8.
For first time she is sensing 
Real freedom in her being 
Such amount of love and beauty  
This world has never seen

9.
At an instance she turns holy 
And with angels she soars
To the heavens of the blessed
Where her creator adores!



© Demetrios Trifiatis 
  16 OCTOBER 2013


* In my previous poem I dealt with " MAN'S LIFE", "THE CROSSING" deals with what 
comes after that! If one has the time it would be a good idea to read both for a 
better understanding of the circle of life and death as it is presented here! Thank 
you!

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Force feed me the taste of your skin

‘You will have to break my chastity belt wide open now
for I have sold myself into silent slavery to this ….our universal broken heart

even you will have to try hard……to save me now

I cannot recall your sounds…your hand motions 
as they devoured the subtle softness of me 
drew round my curvaceous places in curling ownership
intimacies’ sweetest embrace 

But too…you move to me 
with a ferocity that mowed the grass down  to a short golf course length 
from the living room table where you drew it happening… a hundred years ago

The length of your hair too has been a subject of much debate 
Love
that surging heavenly song...that told our story so well
 
like that movie from long ago about the girl who cut off and sold her hair to buy her love a golden watch fob and chain …the one who sold his golden watch to buy her a beautiful clip pin for her gorgeous long hair 
………………………………..you see how this goes …with true love

We cut off our noses and then turn backs on our faces 
and on each other on Facebook 

Itself the enemy…where only devils and the luckiest of angels spread


Tread on me beloved!
till I am awakened 
to our lips 
 which just now in writing I suddenly can feel meeting again

taste 
smell 
the salted brine of your pure water and sometimes beer soaked self

Is it me you feared 
as you said Good bye?

How little you know me 

like the formation of the first ever green tree grows up one limb at a time 
from a base long song of deep roots and strong center...so beautiful the Hosts stagger before its creation ….Halleluiah
The limbs sprouting forth like the wings bursting out of the flesh of the first angel 
who died in agony as they were formed….exploding from his shoulders
moving her hair aside as the arch of wing thrust like white tree limb from the goodness within
and the reincarnation of true kindness was born to the conscious of itself

so my love knows no limit 
my soul no separation
and my being no longing

Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!

Copyright © Amy Rose | Year Posted 2013

Details | Alliteration |
Flames roared through the nights sky. 
A glimpse of blue still protruded through the flames. 
The heat warmed the mortals below. 
They believed that this was a great night. 
The sky emulated a beautiful red color. 
The color was extraordinary with remnants of blue. 
They believed that they were all safe. 
They were not nearly as safe. 
They were witnessing Armageddon. 
The war between good and evil. 
For no one is safe until judgment day. 
That is the day when the sky will forever remain blue. 
The birds will sing a tune. 
The flowers will bloom. 
That will be the day. 
The day when we will all be ok.

Copyright © stephanie hanvey | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
What is it about me
that I cannot place you
in the picture painted by the years
the life has already spent?
Do you merely lurk,
and leave at a much later time?
Or, 
maybe
you are staying
because 
    you 
        are 
           meant
                to 
                   stay.

Then,
stay.
If you may.
I pray.
While I find a place (for us)
in the picture of eternities,
the gods must be 
hiding, 
conspiring;
themselves amusing.


Ah, the grand scheme of things -
                            a forgetting.
A familiar spirit we feel -
                            a remembering.     


(Note) This piece was inspiredly written for the beautiful souls - even the 
strangers - I have met along the way and will still come upon in my lifetime. To 
each special one, you have stirred quite a familiar spirit within. A remembrance 
of forgotten past, I suppose. Thank you for letting me peak through your 
soul's window. The veil of forgetfulness has never been thin as now to me. You 
have so given me a gift I shall treasure in the moments I may tend to forget 
who I truly am - a being with a soul.


Copyright © Wendy Meyer | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |
the mystery of the unknown 
just got sweeter
as what was known
became obscure
with each second passed

the soup of the explicit
just got colder
as the room we were in
turned hot
with each conversation held

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |
On the rooftop high^
My eyes like kaleidoscope§
One face in the sky??

Fear but calm I sit....
The spirit of a dragon
Storms its eyes at me 

I don't understand..¿?
..But the mystical forrest????????
And it was no dream...??

Copyright © Jorge Tuazon | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
He carries a jar, full of water;
water that no one knows its source!

He pours water as he stands beyond
the stars, as Pisces, the twin fish, continue
to rule over their astrological reign
on Earth.

Just like their predecessor, Aries,
they will end their astrological reign, 
when water from the Water
Bearer’s jar reaches Earth.

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2014

Details | ABC |

I really do see Marilyn as a person who is a legend in her own time
She is beauty and glamore and that isn't a crime,

There was a lot of jealousy that surrounded her
But, most of the time it was all such a blurr,

Her life became much like a bad dream
Never knowing when or where she just might scream,

Marilyn to me was such a mystery
She never realized that she would make history,

Only she herself knows what is true and false
At 36 years of age she was gone and it was such a loss,

I hope she is happy where ever she may be
She was always so fragile that we just didn't see.


Written By: Unique Poetry 2014


Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015

Details | Cowboy |
MATTERS OF LIFE AND DEATH
Isn’t life short, today here tomorrow gone.
Switching the world off, turning eternity on.
How many before us, in the world have lived?
Just in a short while, to embrace their grief.
Many sort and earned great treasures
Many lived chasing around pleasures.
One moment masters of the world,
The next buried corpses in the ground.
Once celebrated figures of glory,
Now buried skeletons of history.
As many a poor men stagger upon wealth,
Just as many rich, succumb to poor health.
In the end we are all prisoners with no say.
We are all dogs waiting for our day.
Life is a dark winter seldom warmed by cups of tea.
And everyone is but a tiny fish lost at sea.
We may prosper here and conquer there,
But soon our strengths and efforts wear.
If you are lucky, it’s just you and a few friends,
By your bed side as your life ends.
Life is like a painful recurring bee sting,
Which you will pass down to your offspring.
you leave in them your blood and with them your name.
They believe their time is better, but its all the same.
They don’t see that the future is but a deck of cards
And you can only play the hand dealt in your hands.
Some are born to wear gold watches and to live in mansions.
Some are born to poverty and the consolation of sacred songs.
The rich man’s heaven Is drinking wine in hotels by the  beaches.
As the poor man in his hell, waits upon his resurrection to riches.

Copyright © Jack Nganga | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic Verse |
Sometimes there is silence,
Sometimes there are words,
Sometimes there is meaning,
Sometimes it's absurd.
Sometimes you are near me,
Sometimes you are far,
Sometimes there is darkness,
Sometimes guided by a star.
Sometimes we are up and 
Sometimes we are down,
Sometimes we are slaves,
That wear a holy crown.
Sometimes we are arrogant,
Sometimes we are proud,
Sometimes we are someone,
Lost in the faceless crowd.
Sometimes we are rich and 
Sometimes we are poor,
Sometimes we are angels,
Scratching at the door.
Sometimes I'm living and 
Sometimes I am dead,
Sometimes there is no thoughts
Turning in my head.
Sometimes looking forwards,
Sometimes looking back,
The circle still unbroken,
The train still on the track.
Sometimes we are caught and
Sometimes we are free,
But we always come back praying,
Under this olive tree.

more at http://labyrinthoflies.com

Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

 UNSUPPORTED CODE We often hear this topic across our nation.
Another person crying; “discrimination.”

In our many attempts to not discriminate.
It seems like it’s God that we seek to eliminate.

It seems like we’ve come up with our own “rules.”
And somehow have turned into a bunch of “fools.”

We accept many perversions of various kinds…
But God himself?  We seem to close our minds!

In many of our lives,  we’ve “kicked “ him out.
And refuse what he really is about!

The words, “In God we trust...”  Our money bears it!
Anything of God?  We’re afraid to share it!

It seems like the courts almost say he doesn’t exist!
And have brought much confusion into our midst!

As many say it’s “offensive” to display a cross…
Many godly values have already been lost!

It’s time to wake up America!  And begin to see!
The kind of country we’re beginning to be!

A country that’s foundation is getting off course.
Being driven by a wicked and ungodly force!

Out only hope is in God!  And him alone!
We must invite him back into our homes!

To God and his word we must hold secure and fast!
He is our only hope that our country will last!


By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012

Details | Carpe Diem |
Grey clouds break and give way to moonlight cast upon this part of earth as 
magnified by the glistening lake,silence is a warm welcome as if forever I could
sleep here and never feel loneliness. If ever serenity was a virtue I would want to 
stay here lost in beauty a careful unity that guides perfectly in this place called 
serenity.Untouched from the dull reality of what is happening beyond this place 
no constant pace time stands still which doesn't bring about lost hope and ill 
remembrance. Romance and fantasy is the future the outside world can't 
understand what keeps me here dazed in tranquility plush in green fields mystic
in what feels real.

Copyright © Cole Beck | Year Posted 2006

Details | Couplet |
Copyright © 2013
1/22/2013

A New Dawn in His Glory
  foretold in a biblical story

Coming for those preparing
  skyward we will be starring

Like descending parachutes
  sounds of trumpets and flutes

Captivating our hearts
  giving us a new start

A New Dawn is coming 
  listen, nature is humming

Idelology clashing blows
  a tale between 2 foes

Revelations foretold a day
  when more begin to pray

World events getting crazier
  humanity's future  hazier

Waiting on ONE to stop this mess
  or, were we just another lab test?


by LP

Copyright © Les Pruitt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quintain (English) |
" Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not"


His Heavenly garden
Seemed a loss –without someone to share--
The birdsong missing was, he thought, the
Lack of nagging in his ear.

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet |
<                                            left behind
           
                                              how divine


                                              his choosing

                                               my losing


                                            unfinished work

                                              must  assert

                                         
                                           I truly understand

                                         " God's"  choice in plan

         
                                     for " He " needs bigger wings

                                            to carry all my things

                                    
                                    and when those clouds spread eagle

                                      it will become finalized and legal


                                              my final destination

                                        will be "Heaven's" sensation


                                         and the reunion will be nil

                                     with family and friends lying still


                                       
                                               so for now I'll wait

                                       for my sweet "Lord" to set the date


                                              to return for only me

                                            in  clouds more of three




Entry For 
Catie Lindsey's 
Left Behind Contest
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Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
Dream of Swan Tiger.
Dream of savages.
Dream of heaven.

Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007