Heaven Time Poems

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Details | Haiku |
Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....

Copyright © EMMANUEL SAMSON | Year Posted 2007




Details | Free verse |
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 | Alliteration |
The days seem to go by so fast. there is a void in the air, the birds have lost their vibrant beat, the ocean has lost its luster, the soil feels solid and dry.
 
My soul feels as if it has left my body before my death, my dreams haunt my day, the tears stain my steps, my doctor says that it is depression, I say that it is reality, I am intoxicated by society,I am numb by perscriptions.
 
Why do I feel so isolated within myself? is there no one in my painfully tight shoes? can anyone understand my pain? can anyone melt in my sorrows? why am I this way? why is the world so cruel? why can't I be normal?
 
Wait! I am normal, what am I saying, I know now, the veil has been lifted, humanity is my enemy, the sins that drip from their sweat, the dread that follows their shadows, their souls of black, their intentions of greed pull a shade across their eyes.
 
They are destined for doom, they will not be saved, they will not find salvation, they belittle me, they curse me, they shame me, but they are right about one thing, I am different, unlike them, I will be saved in the last days.

Copyright © stephanie hanvey | Year Posted 2013




Details | Narrative |
 I remember a riding pony I had as a lad which was born blind. A filly she was born during an 
Arkansas blizzard and we did not know that she was blind at first for we kept our horses in our 
barn for several days because of the winter storm. We all had fallen in love with her by the time 
we learned she was blind and could not bear to put her down. I remember training her to ride 
after she was mature enough and I named her “Pet” for she was my riding pony.
 
 We spent many happy days together riding inside the green pastures. 
I remember she never refused to let me ride her even the first time. And she learned very 
quickly to respond to my voice and she trusted in every command that I gave her. 
I would say, “easy Pet” when we would come to rough terrain or an eroded ditch in the 
pasture. She would slow to a careful walk, in response to my voice.
 
 I would ride her down into the lower part of the pasture to the creek in hottest part of the day. 
Pet could of course smell the water and when she would come near the bank of the creek I 
would again say, “easy Pet” and she would respond by slowing to a snail’s pace down the steep 
bank. 

 Pet would wade out about belly depth into the water where she would drink her fill of the cool 
clear water. And I would use her back as a diving board launch and swim to my heart’s delight. 
After she was through drinking I would climb on her back again and give her head to her and 
she would trot to the barn where she knew I would give her treats, such as carrots, apples, 
sugar cubes and so on. 

 I remember I never did have the heart to make her run full speed as 
I supposed that her blindness was burden enough in her life for her to bear. 
It is said of truth that one gets to keep in heaven those things of this life that were loved sufficiently. 
I know that my beloved Pet shall be my precious playmate again in the heavenly ethereal of the Spirit.

 Pet lives on even now in the depths of my childhood memories. Her loving low neighs as she 
approached me by smell, and her nuzzles into my pocket for the sugar cubes she knew would 
always be there for her. In heaven I shall see my Pet again, and this time she will see me, 
maybe for the first time.    

For and in honor of Carol Brown
and Contest.

Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2011

Details | Dramatic Verse |
PROMISING YOUNG MAN 

  

Hear the travails of a single mother 

Traded her heaven for love 

But hopes and dreams short-lived and ran 

Now she cries aloud to every woman 

Be ware of a promising young man 

  

He promised to move me mountains 

He vowed to spring forth like fountains 

At my faintest whisper when in need 

And called on cupid to strike him stupid 

If he is short of a word or letter in his creed 

  

He stands and mopes as though lost in lust 

 It is vanity to yearn and lust over dust 

He calls my left keg wonderful 

And the right he christened as powerful 

Both together he called beautiful 

  

He said the sun rises in my glittering eyes 

That heaven is hid between my very thighs 

And will persevere till he finally makes it to heaven 

He spoke sweet sounding sermons as time ticked eleven 

Words like fetters, held hostage a lass due home for seven 

  

He said my presence did make him shiver 

And for my absence, he’ll cry me a river 

If only I would be his all in one miss 

He’ll treat me to a night of ceaseless kiss 

And our ever after will be made of an endless bliss 

  

Little did I know that the name I bore was a loan 

Soon I’ll be striped of the same and left to moan alone 

From my heaven he’s got saints numbering up to seven 

Deserted in this lonely cold night as time ticked eleven 

He’s abandoned me and all the saints in search for a new heaven 

Copyright © Chukwuemeka Mbah | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
I have flown on wings of dreams, but I never could land well
I've never been to the end of a rainbow and I've never talked to an angel
I could never reach the fleeing horizons and I could never catch the wind
I have never caressed a sliver of moonlight until it touched your skin
When I first saw the beauty of your silhouette standing before the sun
I was the pilot of a new dream landing in your love
Then my tears reflected colors of a rainbow and I could talk to God
I could finally reach the horizons as you woke up in my arms
And I dont care where the winds blow as long as I'm with you
We could float into forever where Delphinus stars may bloom
Where time is never the difference between nights and days
We could cast our shadows from moonlight as we let our hands play
Plucking beautiful flowers from heaven until the end of times 
Planting new celestial gardens beyond our endless skies

Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |
The Boatman’s Song                                      5/Many

Where one very rarely finds love, hopes and joy in life
Sometimes, even the noblest souls on earth
Have suffered tortures and pains
Even some have sacrificed their lives in agonies and pains
So that others may see that beam of light

Think again Urveshi think
The ecstasies of the joys and thrills
You have witnessed in the pleasures of
Your dance, music and dwellings 
Which no humans can even think of 
Would be lost for ever and for ever
And you will also miss the most 
Prominent among all
The blessings of heaven to keep you young
And beautiful, without aging for ever and for ever

The charms of youth which you are enjoying here
Would no longer be there on earth
Aging and wrinkles, sorrows and worries would 
Evaporate slowly, the glow of your skin and charms
Time would also erode slowly the heart capturing 
Beauty of your enchanting eyes and the youthful beauty
Of your rising and falling bosoms
Slowly very slowly your dance steps would miss
The youthful rhythms of your legs
And more slowly your songs will miss 
The melody of your tongue and voice

You would also see that your fans here and there 
And dear ones too would fly 
With the passing of time on earth
Leaving you alone without any one to adore 
And no one to praise and to throw even a 
Lovely glance on a beauty on decline

The glory of your name and fame
Would get lost with the passing of time
And even the most close to your heart too 
Would not stand to console and support you
In the hours of your need and time

Can you imagine Urveshi, such a life?
And such an end of your rejuvenating beauty
And an end of your glorious 
Youthful performances of heaven
In the hands of time and mortality on earth,

Here in Heaven you are the queen of
Everyone’s heart
Your ravishing beauty and heavenly youth
And the melody of your songs and dance
Would remain young and evergreen
For ever and for ever
Without ever experiencing, what is an old age
Pains, sufferings and the agonies of departing
From your most dear, near and beloved ones
Which often kills the human hearts
Making them weeping and rolling in tears

Ravindra 
				to continue ....			
				
Kanpur   India 8th January 2010  
* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven in the court of Indra as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge, music & arts)

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2010

Details | Dramatic Verse |
The Boatman’s Song 6/Many

Indra again tried to convince Urveshi

But, here in heaven, Urveshi
Even the flowers are born, never to fade and die 
Unlike the humans on earth, who hardly gets a
Chance to bloom fully and smile

One day on earth, you would find Urveshi, 
You no longer remain the same
And there would be no time for you, to repent then
But today, you have all the time to think and rethink on it 

I am giving you sometime, Urveshi
As you are my most dear and beloved 
Among all the Apsaras of heaven
You dwell in my mind and soul, like the most precious
Among all, my own bodies heart
You think and rethink on your desire
To go or not to go to earth  
To listen the songs of the boatman 
Whom you are missing so much 

Urveshi, you are the most beautiful 
And the most charming Apsara of heaven
Gifted with extraordinary heavenly powers 
But your visit to earth 
May diminish or even finish your heavenly powers

If you ever go close and touch the boatman
Even for a moment to praise his songs
This would end your blessings of heaven and
You may not be able to come back to heaven

Inner Conflict of Urveshi

Cautioned by Indra, Urveshi pondered and pondered
To which way she should go?
Should she hear the voice of her heart
Or follow the instructions of her mind
Her heart was crying to meet the unseen boatman
And her ears were longing to listen 
The heart stolen melodies of the boatman
Floating in the air on earth and echoing even in heaven

She felt that her very existence was incomplete
Without the songs of the boatman 
And without meeting that unseen dweller of her heart 


Perhaps her beauty was formed 
By the blessings of God
So that, one day she may find the other half of her part

But then her mind intervened, while she was 
Listening the voice of her heart
And asked her, can she afford to bear the loss
Of the glory of her name and fame
Which has brought her laurels, crowns and applauses
Can she forgo that she rule the hearts of everyone in heaven
And above all,  the heaven has given her the sublime gift of 
Evergreen Youth

Ravindra                                                 to continue…

Kanpur   India 9th January 2010  
* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven in the court of Indra as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge, music & arts)
* Jungle (Forest)

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2010

Details | Ode |
I just wanted to let you know
That I have this love for you...
Although I'm not fast to show
For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do
And I can't control this love
No matter what I try to do...

While I know our lives are separating
Which has got me pretty blue
I just want you to know
How much I love you...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

Oh how I still see you every night in my mind
You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find
And when my eyes would fall upon your smile
My heart would be put on trial
And so if nothing else, I want to let you know
That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat
For you, won't ever slow...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

So I wish you happiness beyond compare
And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare
Caring, passionate, smart, and loving
From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving

You will always be in my heart
No matter where we go, how far we drift apart...

Goodbye My Love...

Copyright © Andrew Shannon | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?

Copyright © Dan Keir | 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 | Verse |
Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
existence, 
I've owned the power of 
omnificence 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
descendant 
Created in the image of a 
thought
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
sleep
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
beyond;
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
core
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
-  
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
Listen!! 
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
checked
the universe will correspond 
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 



Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

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

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |
Memories Linger
	Soft and sweet, so little and tender,
I pray again someday we’ll meet.	
Memories that seem so far away, replay in my mind again today.
Giggles sound as your tender touch is felt!
	Then and there to here and now prayers form;
bringing memories back into sight.
Soft and sweet, my little angel plays. 
Breathe it in; smells' baby soft from memories past, 
unfold and bloom!	
Until we meet again, memories forever linger of my little angel.

Debbie Knapp
10/23/2013

Copyright © Debbie Knapp | Year Posted 2013

Details | Iambic Pentameter |

The months, the years, the colors fade to gray 
And expedite the truth our minds betray. 
The changes feel so close, yet far away,
In languid, ebbing scents of yesterday. 

The sum of all we are and hoped to be 
Would circle lines within a living tree. 
To cycle through the seasons' set decree, 
Then fall, obeying laws of gravity. 

We reach to scoop and grasp the sparkled sand 
And watch it slip so quickly from our hand. 
Each grain remains defiant to demand, 
Yet knows the spot precisely where it lands. 

A truth exists our thoughts cannot define. 
More stars will form than all the sand combined. 
Our lives were never sketches we designed, 
An unredacted touch by one divine.


Gene Bourne.
04-26-14

Iambic Pentameter (Cataletic).
Rhyme - AA-AA




.

Copyright © Gene Bourne | Year Posted 2014

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

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home

Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013

Details | Pantoum |


The hands of twilight amble through glazed clouds
Soothing my emptiness, a  heart’s debris, 
Although one longtime wish rattles aloud
Warm is the breeze that flutes in symphony. 

Soothing my emptiness, a  heart’s debris, 
Ripples of time explore true north’s hourglass
Warm is the breeze that flutes in symphony;
As life seeks a reaping from time’s compass

Ripples of time explore true north’s hourglass
When in a gush, drizzles of kismet pour,
As life seeks a reaping from time’s compass
Oh, pennies from heaven open sky’s door!

When in a gush, drizzles of kismet pour
Drenching the thirst of love’s rebirth, joy flares;
Oh, pennies from heaven open sky’s door,
I taste once more a blooming warmth so rare.

Drenching the thirst of love’s rebirth, joy flares;
Although one crumpled wish rattles aloud;
I taste once more a blooming warmth so rare.
The hands of twilight, wander through glazed clouds



.           ……..              ..


* Oxford English Dictionary:’e. pennies from heaven:
unexpected benefits; also (in sing.): a windfall, 
a godsend (rare).

*A song, Pennies from Heaven, was composed 
in 1936---‘ don't you know each cloud contains
pennies from heaven’…


Rhonda and Cyndi’s Penny Pantoums Contest
by nette onclaud

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
Hey Mr. Editor,
It's not very often we hear true stories of enduring Love that grows with time. I can 
hear the cynic groan as I write this, but it's a good human interest story and I 
thought a good one for the coming of spring, a time of new birth and new beginings. 
There is a couple who met while in school, years ago.  After graduation they both 
were seperated by thousands of miles; both got married to different people 
sometime later and raised their young families.  All this time their love remained 
silent, waiting, yet strong.  Today, their children are adults and about to venture on 
their own lives. Reconnected once more, perhaps by fate, they have planned to wed 
very soon.  I was asked by the Bride-to-be, a dear friend, to write a poem on her 
behalf which she would read to her Groom at their Wedding Ceremony. I was truly 
honored and graciously obliged. It's titled,"My Beloved.  Thank you for your 
consideration of my request.

My Beloved, Today, I can not say that dreams do not sprout wings! Nor will I ever accuse time of being an adversary Not when I know that within its grasp lies our past, present and future Today, my heart is full and overflowing with abundant joy! Gazing into your beautiful soul, I glimpse love’s sparkling reflection Streaming like a river, endless, into vast ocean tides And I stand in awe of God’s everlasting love and providence The sweetest portion of which we have come to taste! For so long I have waited! How I have yearned for this moment When I would pledge life and love to you; become one flesh, one heart! One heart that will bleed no more as nothing can stand between us I will lose myself in you and you in me forever! No longer will dreams haunt our lonely nights And I will not have to walk this side of Heaven without you When I consider the paths which we have traveled I marvel and smile, as now it is clear - they were leading us to, this day! In the silence of a thousand nights my prayers to heaven took flight And though seasons of yesterdays came only to fade away Time, it seemed, had shelved my fervent plea ‘Til sweet destiny obliged, leading me to the one who holds my heart My Beloved, my husband, my best friend, and companion, Our love has arrived; our single journey begins today!
03/05/11 Written for John Heck's "Hey, Mr. Editor" Contest *Very True Story!

Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ballad |
I’ve just had an experience unlike any other.
It was so great, cause now I’m with the Father.
I’ve just had an experience unlike any’ll know.
‘Cept for those who came with me in the flow.
Of Light! That is. The never-endin’ Light of the Lord.
The never-endin’ Light of the Lord!

I’ve been through hell all thro’out my life.
And I’ve had all kinds o’ different strife.
And I’ve been hard-press’d.
And I’ve been depressed.
And just when I thought I got the hang o’ things,
They change, and they rearrange.

I’ve done all sorts o’ things.
Stupid things. Crazy things.
But now times have changed.
And everything has rearranged.
And all that I e’er knew,
Has come back to bite you.

I’ve just had an experience unlike any other.
It was so great, cause now I’m with the Father.
I’ve just had an experience unlike any’ll know.
‘Cept for those who came with me in the flow.
Of Light! That is. The never-endin’ Light of the Lord.
The never-endin’ Light of the Lord!

So listen closely as I tell what’s happened to the world.
The world’s spun it’s last spin and has finally hurled.
The Hea’nly Host has brought us up.
All us Christians, that is, pup.
Anyone listening to this,
is more ‘an likely in any state but bliss.

If this is bein’ heard,
Then e’eryone is real disturbed.
You may’ve just witnessed all of us disappearing,
But there’ll still be another hearing.
Like it’s been for all of life, ‘cept for this one instance that is,
You may come to meet the Lord after you perish.

You’ll have an experience unlike any other.
It’ll be so great, cause you’ll be with the Father.
You’ll have an experience unlike any’ll know.
‘Cept for those who’ll come with you in the flow.
Of Light! That is. The never-endin’ Light of the Lord.
The never-endin’ Light of the Lord!

I shall end this now for I’m ent’rin the Pearly Gates o’ Heav’n.
It’s more beautiful than can be describ’d by any Reveren’.
If somehow this reaches you people on Earth,
Remember this one thing from the hearth.
There’ll always be hope, so stay strong!
Don’t worry, this torture won’t last long.

You’ll have an experience unlike any other.
It’ll be so great, cause you’ll be with the Father.
You’ll have an experience unlike any’ll know.
‘Cept for those who’ll come with you in the flow.
Of Light! That is. The never-endin’ Light of the Lord.
The never-endin’ Light of the Lord!

Copyright © Josiah Rutter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
It’s Your Time

A mysterious voice in my deep sleep said . . .
“It’s your time.”

This was repeated several times,
Yet as more of a faint whisper.

What an unusual way to be greeted—I thought.
I just hoped to have a night of sound sleep.

What appears now deep within my psyche
Are catacumbal visions, illusions, and truths.

Is someone telling me something?
Are these images part of my life-run?

I realize now much more:
They are a mystic kaleidoscope of human experiences.

The mysterious voice returns again declaring . . . 
“It’s your time now!”

A thick mist appears, blinding me.
A solar eclipse occurs, captivating me.

The brightest light of all appears out of nowhere.
My senses run wild, no mortal proportion exists.

This infinity of the deep-black-dark cosmos
Gives way now to His divine, majestic light.

The solar-eclipsed moon is long gone . . .
An ethereal fragrance and happiness pervade.

A lovely and radiant angel appears before me,
Ah . . . she’s the source of this mysterious voice!

Elysian perfection complete.
A beautiful, mystical Unicorn smiles at me.

There’s no more anger, fear, sadness, and suffering . . . 
Only the divine love, hope, and peace of Almighty God.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
March 4, 2017 (Lyric)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2017

Details | Epic |
REINCARNATION

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“I am certain that I have been here as I am now a thousand times before and
 I hope to return a thousand times after.” GOETHE 
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1.

Each soul an ambassador was and is of God’s will and grace
A ray of divinity, a guardian of the Holy Law 
Each with a specific mission: to learn or rather to remember
How to find the way of return throughout space and time
And with the divine, again, to be seen in perfect equilibrium

2.

The day I was born, as every man alive,
I found my immortal self bound to the wheel of time 
That around eternity’s circumference took me, in very heavy chains
Asking to follow obediently the unswerving path of fate;
This endless trip of return where the only constant thing is change

3.

Since then I have died once and many times after
But death's dark palaces to hold me were unable
As my soul’s perpetual desire to follow my way
Brought me back to this ephemeral world of fleeting dreams
With a new body, new hopes, new goals but always with the same desire

4.

Thus I journeyed back and forth the plains of oblivion
Choosing the best conditions I could, according to my karma
Trying to find endlessly the golden middle way 
That unmistakably between the extremes is only to be found
But since from the river of forgetfulness each time I was drinking 
I was obliged, unfortunately, to start over again

5.

So, I was born once a king and another was born a beggar
And in turns I was born a coward, a hero, a holy man, a vicious man,
A  Christian, a Muslim, an atheist, an idolater a black man and a woman
And healthy and sick I was born and intelligent and witless

6.

And was born to love so much the things I once detested
And to hate passionately the things I once held dear
And was born only to laugh and another just to cry
So, I drunk successively from the cups of joy and of sorrow
And was born to make friends out of my enemies 
And enemies out of my brothers
And was born to realize the impossible dreams and fail the very easy  
And I was born to slay and to be slain alternatively for thousands of years

7.

Thus I lived continuously the extremes of both good and evil
Striving to find endlessly the balance in my soul
Through the wisdom that was endowed upon me by the Great Spirit
Who like a beacon, luminous, to guide me waits
To my supreme destiny that GOD for me has traced

8.

So, as was passing from life unto death, from darkness unto light
With a speed determined by me, I don’t put on GOD the blame,
All my lessons have I learned through trial and error
Up to the very last reincarnation, in body’s mortal temple

9.

Now free, AT LAST, from all earthly desires and every karmic blame
Radiating with holiness and glowing with grace 
My immortal soul, HER divine wings unfolds and soars upwards the heavens
White light blazing in perfect equilibrium 
And pure now to her glorious creator returns and with HIM UNITES! 


©Demetrios Trifiatis
   5 January 2013

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“A little while and my longing shall gather dust and foam for another body.
A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind and another woman shall bear me”
KAHLIL GIBRAN
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Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Cookies -
Why can’t I have the chocolate one
I want more
She took my cookie
Hers is bigger than mine
I want to trade
That’s not fair

Cookies +
Thank you for the cookie
I love you
Thanks for all you do for me
I am satisfied
This is good
I am loved
Written By  Deborah Finneran :)  2013

Copyright © Deborah Finneran | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
It was a little cold this morning.
Colder this morning
than any other so far this year. 
Of course every day this year seems
colder than any year before.

It’s October now.
It’ll be my birthday soon.
I’ll be eighty-four… or twelve.
I guess it all depends on who’s counting. 

My best friends came to visit me today.
We spent some time in the backyard
just enjoying one another’s company.
They seemed a little distant…
maybe sad, even.
They did their best to hide it from me,
but I could tell. 

After a time of laughter,
love and hidden tears,
my best friend asked
if I wanted to go for a ride.

Never one to turn down an adventure,
I gladly accepted.

The wind in the truck
was more than I have been used to.
God how it made my bones ache.
But it was nice to be out.
It had been quite a while
since my last outing.
When we arrived at the lake
my friend could tell how bad I hurt,
so he helped me out of the truck.

My best friend and I walked a ways
and I could feel the sadness in him
coming to the surface.
But he didn't seem to want to talk about it.
I figured I’d just let him talk about it
if he wanted.
I wasn’t going to pressure him.

He just put his hand on my back
and told me he loved me.

Then he said he had something for me
as he tussled the hair on my head.
He pulled a bag of Goldfish Crackers
out of his pocket
and offered me some.
God knows I love Goldfish Crackers.
I smiled at him and thanked him.
I never eat them one at a time.
I always eat them by the mouthful.
Today was no different.

After my second helping
I glanced at my friend once more.
I swear he knew exactly what I was thinking.
I have no doubt how much he loves me...
I just wish I could tell him
how much I love him. 

I glanced down at the remaining crackers
and as I began to eat them I was secretly hoping
that more might magically appear before me.

As I did, I heard a sound. 
A sharp sound.
As much in the distance
as right above me.

I guess it was the sound that
Goldfish Crackers make
when more
magically appear before you.
Because there they were.

And here they are. 

I could eat Goldfish Crackers forever.
I wonder if there are Goldfish Crackers in Heaven.

~Sarah


©2010, R. Erin Lenth

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I wrote this poem late in the evening after I put Sarah, my faithful Labrador 
Retriever,  down.

Copyright © R. Erin Lenth | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ballad |
I thought I was living, but I knew I was dead
My essence was draining, leaking making me wish I could see
This wheel I ride was a simple device
Running down the road I knew it would never end
Forgive me for I have but one notion in this world
A crazy time, but it spits me in a kind of swirl
The existence of man is my one real legend
The dog came and put its head on my lap
Love so deep I felt it to my bone
Yes now I knew God was here
At last salvation, the time for wondering was over
I was really going home
Then the window opened and I was falling 
Help, help I screamed
Only the laughter echoed in my mind  


Copyright © Christopher Remele | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |
He told the tales     with likes and similes
human character          dressed as grass and trees
the fragility of life         just like a mist
as touched by divine spark       like children kissed
 
He drew attention         to earths everlasting beauty
and loving kindnesses            as worthy over duty
painted pictures           that a child's mind could see
and of the qualities             that would last eternity
 
Those he drew       were woman child and man
in parallels explained       Gods everlasting plan
a future government          by Gods own plan designed
choosing those who               like his Son in mind
 
The currant rulers here             described as beast
devour and make suffer          great to least
he implicated leaders           intentions as the cause
as having violated            all of the natural laws
 
He pointed out the signs              to tell the time
how earth and heaven         his plans to realign
where peace on earth           in every nation he will gain
with truth and everlasting            life they will maintain
 
Surprise          a life in heaven was not the plan for man
but he put us on the earth in a garden         understand
he intends this projects finish                by his Son
with those he has redeemed           to be the ones "to get er done"
 
I must advise you         those in the grave are dead
they will remain there          until the Son has said
he who has the keys of death           has them in mind
to resurrect upon the earth           in a future time
 
While Christendom adopted the    ideology of hell
the Teacher of the Truth       in sleep of death did tell
he called his friend            who was dead and in a grave
forth the example     of what his future rule will pave
 
How can you not get it      the things he plans to do
to eliminate on earth suffering           and all life renew
oh Shang gri La and Paradise            He plans for thee
where Man will live in Love             and joy in harmony

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Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
You weren't a saint but you were extremely close.
Out of all of the people on Earth, I've always loved you the most.
It will be very painful as they lower you into the ground.
Life will never be the same because you're no longer around.

You were a wonderful human being and a terrific mother too.
Your family and friends will always love you.
You were so sweet and kind that you should've been given a humanitarian award.
The people in Heaven are happy because you're there and so is the Lord.

You're in a better place and that makes your friends and family glad.
But as people see the tears rolling down my cheeks, they know that I'm so sad.
You were one fantastic lady, you were truly one of a kind.
Knowing that Heaven is your new home gives us peace of mind.

From time to time I wasn't the ideal son and that's something I regret.
You gave me life, love and happiness and that's something I'll never forget.
It hurts very much because you are deceased.
Everybody loves you Mom, may you rest in peace.


(Dedicated to Agnes Johnson who passed away March 6, 2013.)  (1948-2013)

Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

The Canvas of Night


Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


enthralled by the wonder of the cosmos,
my dreams take to the heavens in effervescent flight,


I bathe in the beauty, soaked in sublime delight,
absorbed in moments of bliss, transfixed by the serene sight.




Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


and my being is infused with feelings of hope,


for even in darkness  I find the sprinkled sugar of hope's light.




note: special thanks to one of my heroes, the late Dr. Carl Sagan, for making science accessible to younger me, many, many moons ago.




Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Pastoral |
A STAR IS BORN					11 23 08



 A star is born in Bethlehem,
The Special On called “The Son Of Man”.
A gift of life from “Father God”
The miracle of love given to all the world.
Mary His mom was amazed by the sight of 
The angel who told of such a thing that night.
Joseph her bethought couldn’t believe the news
Of the gift from Father God to Mary would arrive soon.
The Angel from Heaven was sent back to tell
Joseph about the good tidings were God sent and real.
Then off he went to Mary to ask for forgiveness, to stand by here side
So off they did journey for a very long while,
Until Mary told Joseph that the time is soon to come for the birth of their ‘Love Child”.
One last stop before the downing of the sun, 
A husband and wife gave them refugee for the birth of their Son.
As time passed on word got around that the coming of “The Messiah”
Was in Bethlehem.
The brightest shinning star glowing high in the sky
Gave all believers to know where to find “The Holy One”,
With on questions, asked why.
Three wise men they did stride, to see “The Son Of Man”
Being the first to arrive, full well knowing that 
He is blessed and Heaven sent.

Copyright © Ida Igess | Year Posted 2009