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While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |



They have the word of God as their encyclopedia
They refer and come out to deceive the myopia
They are quick to inform like Wikipedia
Their actions premeditated like the media

About people they always see vision
But their flaws they fail to acknowledge
They come into the field with a weird mission
Therefore always speaking out of knowledge

They don't have an emblem
But by their deeds we know them
They are infected with a germ
Searching to destroy the worm

On scene they help us genuflect
We scream crazily to pay respect
Behind scene they have their own dialect
Communicating with structures they erect

They consult at midnight while mining
They always see our problems from afar
Nothing not even our prayers except their ways can solve that canker
Men in black, all they do is cunning..


Copyright © CHRISDAD KOJO ARTHUR | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

Haikus About God: III

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

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Haikus About God: V

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

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Haikus About God: IV

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

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Haikus About God: VI

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

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

The Coming of Black Jesus

From out of dark of Africa
and from the central plain
beyond the Nile, in just a while
black gold, and all its gain

lay shackled in the morning sun,
humanitie's great sin,
they wait in tears for what seems years
for whaleboats rowing in.

Financing by the usurers,
who'd make a pot of gold,
each trip to Africa was blessed,
by those who'd not have blessing told.

Once on the beach, the boats are filled
and slavery steers the coarse
out to the ship that makes the trip
and filled with black's remorse.

The teaching to their heathen minds
sets in before the sail
is barely set so they can get
the Word before they fail.

the Word that Jesus died for them
so now they must rejoice
and sing His song their lifetime long
His way's their only choice.

The sail is pushed across the sea
and changed, their native speech,
through heat and rain and hurricane,
then hope is in their reach;

when one bright morn "land ho's" proclaimed
they fall down to their knee
to spread His fame, and praise His name
who Saved them from the sea!

And when the anchor's heaved away
to hold the ship in place;
off from the shore they've been bound for;
forgiven's their disgrace

and all the old ways ever known
are laid into the past
replaced on ships by snapping whips
before the captain's mast!

    And so they're sold before they're old,
     mere beasts of burden, black and cold,
       while Jesus saves them, every one,
         .......if they but do what they are told.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

The Curse

   SARAJEVO the curse
The shadows have been cast our way
both dark and bleak and black and gray
to play upon each foolish mind
no one can reach or ever find
where we have been and where we'll stay

in search of truth that is not there
although we feel it everywhere
illusive as our last nights dream
where nothing's quite as it would seem
and so we only sit and stare

out dirty windows to our cold
and world of death not growing old
nor recognizing truth flows by
down in our River, where we die
it's all our story, never told.

Some try to make some sense of it
the love we've known still hurts a bit
though time has eased the flowing tears
our pain goes on for years and years
and we will not get over it.
© Ron Arbuthnot

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |



                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.


Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |

My African Queen

"Behind  every successful man there is a woman  who saw his walk of shame until he walk in fame"

My African Queen 

She taught me how to smile 
When all i knew  was to cry 
She told me that i should always try 
Is like  i know how  to fly 
Up in the sky 
She took me and  hid me  on her arms 
I swear life can't  hurt a Fly 

My dreams are beyond hellow
I want to  follow my dreams like a shadow 
Build my own  empire as  Jaylo 

In the  midst of my battle

She came and taught me how to have  fun 
That day we fought 
I was Drunk 
There is a thin line between love and hate 
She's  mine, the line will never be crossed 
Though hatred  is contagious 
It Doesn't  stand a chance 

Love is  putting someone needs before yours
Love over everything 
Everyone  complain
Love is blind 
But Nothing beats the feeling 
Is a feeling no one can't Explain

When my art is not taken into consideration 
She's always there telling me how self _ determination  really matters  
if self _ determination is the key to success why am I still locked behind these walls?
How i love it when we  argue 

She 'll never know how much I love her
Words could never explain the feeling
Actions speak louder than words 
What my heart feels
Or what i wish i could say
Saying i love you 
Sounds so simple 
Saying she  mean the world to me
Just not enough 

There is no definition 
That could truly describe my love for her
Love bigger than the four letters 
Where everything matters 
Far more beautiful than it appears 
Because of all this and more 
You'll never know how much i love her 
She's my African Queen 

Copyright © Xihluke mlangeni | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

Birds of Sarajevo

It seems the birds of Sarajevo
are gone--where did they go?
Some only say they've flown away
or scratch their heads, and just cant say.

It seems the songs of Sarajevo
are stilled--where did they go?
Some only sigh, while others cry
that all the songs were just a lie.

It seems the youth of Sarajevo
has died--where did it go?
Some only say it's hides away
from all the pain of yesterday.

© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016

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Priceless Praise 2

The great God who created all 
the ageless hills
unto you I lift my voice in praise;
The oceans you created send 
forth changeless chills
yet reflecting Sunlight's glowing 
No one else deserves worship,
none can contend thy lordship;
Unto you the glorious God our 
hands we raise,
Almighty, Victorious, the Ancient 
of days
unto you we give our priceless 

Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |


The freeze has brought them to a winters' night 
they've made themselves, forgetting what is right, 
and they can see their children cry 
but not a one will reason why, 
nor think upon enough to see the light. 

There's no repent for killing as it's done 
and no resistance to it going on, 
just hate on hate that only grows, 
the hint of peace that never shows, 
with lots of blame, enough for everyone. 

And to this chaos, we have paved the way 
for men of opportunity to play 
and build their fortunes from it all 
while winter makes its frigid call, 
and brings another dark and longest day. 

The heros are not known, til dies are cast
 til all has slipped away into the past, 
and truth is what a baby hears 
but laid to rest in later years, 
and right is not defined until the last. 
© ron wilson the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

SARAJEVO Hate Will Survive

SARAJEVO Hate Will Survive
I came in the name of He who gave you breath.
As certain as the emptiness of time,
as hopeful as your life, and meaningless as death,
I came to stay.

I came into your palaces, each holy place
as plain to see as Sarajevo's charm
dividing all, each dream of hope--you'll never see my face,
I came to stay.

No holy water, no excorcist's demand,
can quench your thirst; your need for all I am.
I fill your head with things not meant to understand,
I came to stay.

I breath your name, tormented you may seem,
and sleepless is your night, I fill your time.
I am the joy of life beyond your dying scream,
I came to stay.

I came in the name of He who gives you death.
I am the calm and blinding of the light.
Forever part of you, I am your very breath.
I came to stay.

© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016

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For You And Me

It  was  for you and me,
That Jesus left His throne,
Bore the scourge and agony,
Shivered His flesh and bone,

It was for you and me,
He took the awry tour,
Towards the dreaded Calvary,
Summed His tortured  hours,

It was for you and me,
That Jesus bore the cross,
Paid the greatest penalty,
That death supposed be ours,

It was for you and me,
He wailed the gloomiest cry,
It was for you and me,
Jesus was nailed to die,

Oh, that you and I may see,
Our wickedness beyond measure,
Jesus to set us free,
In our stead bore the torture,

His love mysterious great,
Knocks  the door of all men's heart,
His mighty power recreates,
Renews our lives whole to restart,

It was for you and me,
When on the third-day death sufficed,
The savior left His grave,
Victorious he arised,

He rose back to His throne,
Sitting by His Father's side,
Prepare! He's coming soon,
Today is to decide,

Copyright © joselito asperin | Year Posted 2007

Details | Lyric |

59th Minute

Its the last minute of the 11th hour
I have seen a demon wondering searching for a soul
A priest coveting the ass of another man's woman at church
Convince people you have a speed dial to God's Kingdom
And they will take any theological theories given to them
They worship sophisticated stone deities. 
Emmanuel TV, electromagnetic Gods in static images
Composers of the reverse version of the Holy grail
Cursing God, misquoting scriptures and reversing verses
Misleading women like Hershey's Kisses and forbidden pleasures
The fabric of our species is a loose canon
The revelations post-predicted by the real Mayans
The apocalypse.

Its the last minute of the 11th hour
This poem is not against the church
It speaks for Rhodes, Selassie and Robert Moffat
New disciples that walked the deserts of Africa
The founders and architects of God's synagogues
Scribers that wrote covenants in caves at Timbuktu
Puthadikobo, Livingstone, and Thabanchu
Monasteries with no Automated Teller Machices on their walls
This poem is not against Anglicans, Catholics or  Apostles
Its an allegory against those that spit on the chapel alters
The bishops and priests with their filthy  urethrae
Their genitalia submerged in the oral cavities of alter boys
Seeking head in return for blessings, deliverance and confessions
Fake Joshuas who plant placebo demons and exorcise them for fame
The same devils that preach at the podium of cathedral portals
Dangerous men, listened and  worshiped  by millions

I m not against the church.
I believe in Muhammad and Jesus all the same
And the sacred message they bring supreme
From Judah through Jordan and the rivers of Ethiopia
I stand firm against Lucifer's devices.
In the face of damnation an entire nation has succumbed
The devil puts in more work than Jehovah's witnesses
Such a beautiful genus undone at the seams by its own beliefs
Victims of natural selection and ever-upgrading IQs
Each generation figures they can be better than their creator
Separationists led by confused evangelists
I m not against the church. I m against religion 
I have seen a demon at church searching for lost ones
A priest coveting the ass of another man's woman at church
Its the last seconds of  revelation's  last moments.

Copyright © Prince Katlholo | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

Imagine All The BS

I realize this might offend people but some of it is my views and some of it is just having fun. But overall it is just in fun.

Imagine there's no Obama
You cant if you tried
And he didn't give our gas line
To the chinese.. sigh
Imagine all the people voting blindly

Imagine there's no countries
We're not too far off
None of our freedom's remain
Under sharia law
Well then its praise allah or rest in peace

You, you may say 
I'm a dreamer, but Obama's got it done
USA's going in the toilet
And Tim Tebow is the plunge

Imagine no socialists
That won't defend the Jews
While he kisses a communist then 
Says Sorry for our values
Imagine all the people sharing the same wage

You, you may say 
I'm a schemer, but I'm not the only one
I hope some day you will wake up
Before this world is made one

Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |


Love has been lost Pleasure is my mired domain All that I could say Falling away Lust wretches my face My life shall waste.... Taken from you All of those things that you've consumed Each trace of the flesh You cannot see What you've left with me, All alone...

Copyright © Billy Tunk | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |


A dark passage
A clearing
When all lights are dim,
soul touching,
The infinite
Same road
27 twists
Each starting 
And ending
In the midst.
A limit 
Beyond infinite
People crossing,
Me crossing.
I reach.
Over there
I can see
A hand reaching,
My hand holding 
I'm fulfilled

Copyright © anbes rawal | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

Fredonia KS 1968 LORD I KNOW

Lord, I know, you know what I mean
Lord, I know, you know what I need..
I'm not one who spends 
a lot of time on my knees
I'm not one for saying, 
C'mon Lord, Please.

But Lord I know you've heard
every word that I say
every time I pray.
Every time I pray.

Lord, I know, you know what I mean
Lord, I know, you know what I need..
Lord, I know, you know what I mean
Lord, I know, you know what I need..

I'm not one for saying
"This is what I need..."
I'm not one for praying
for things I just don't need.

I just want to thank you,
Thank you Lord, again,
I know you know
what I mean again.

Lord, I know, you know what I mean
Lord, I know, you know what I need..
Lord, I know, you know what I mean
Lord, I know, you know what I need..
© ron wilson aka Ron Arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Allah please never mind

Allah is the Most Kind
Allah, please never mind.

Allah can see and hear
Allah, please grant prayer.

Allah can speak freely
Allah, please talk to me.

Allah is the Best King
Allah, please do something.


Copyright © Asif Andalib | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |

Now here it's Islam

You are cruel and stopped counting your treasons
You're respected Muslim nevertheless.
You don't need to give yourself a true reason
To pray, it's scheduled five times nonetheless.

You do not appreciate expensive wine
Although you drink yet you abstain from pork.
Minaret calls for prayer, its surface shines,
The mosque is atop. "Now left at this fork!"

Passing empty field, a small town, then uphill
Following neighbours and your dear loved ones.
The sight of an old cripple gives you a shrill,
His look is strict but begging you to come.

The view is of artsy brush of Monet, Claud,
Quiet murmur is prayer of imam.
In distance majestic Christian Ararat
Is hypnotizing. Now here it's Islam.

Story goes back a century, it's a while,
Thank God, the world remembers genocide.
Human's Id is nibble, double faced and vile,
Armenians hold their heads up with pride.

Copyright © Agatha Jetaime | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

Same Boat

I woke up this morning and I took my breath,
prayed to Allah that I took that step.
Making it's hard but I cooked what's left
and saved the rest for the family
can of peas
that I took off the shelf,
you understanding me.
I have dreams so everyday I stand and freelance styles
it's been the same process sense I was a child now,
I write a song every other day the other days
I discover ways to put a buck in the bank hussling.
We all struggling, financially I hate
to see my mom stumbling loosing her job again.
Forget sobbing when the times get tough,
put in overtime at my job
dimes stack up, it's not enough....listen.
Bills rack up out my checks they take half
I spend the rest on food and music you do the math.
Everyday is like another step taken,
we're in the same boat all trying to make it.

I know it's people that think it's fine where I'm at,
but they haven't seen through the eyes of Iraq.
Suicide bombers take lives they die fast,
even little kids hold knives that slice back
at US militants, orders from Bin Laden
land hold killers even innocents get blasted.
Car bombs go off,
youngen buying bread for mother
gets his leg blown off for him it's so hard.
That life I want no part so Allah
I fight through life writting like I've been
struck by the venom of white vipers.
Might not see the next day the best way
to write until I'm dead face
down shot up from tech spray.
I live and die for the music
it's all love don't try to confuse it.
Until then don't judge my soul, I know
you know the feeling let's roll we in the same boat.

Copyright © Bakari Wright | Year Posted 2007

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My Less Love

When my heart stays sad, it fails to Breathe,
The fact that I hate this type of Feelings,
When I speak from my heart, you fail to believe,
I wish you had a clue, on what that Brings,
I try by all means to let you go all Alone,
So that lights should lead baby you to your home,
But I fail an awful lot, to see my baby Gone,
I hate this art of trynna write a love poem,
Cos every time I do that, tears come down my face,
I don't succeed, but I try all my Best,
I think what I need, is all your Beautiful Voice,
I feel unwanted when you don't touch my Chest,
You're my last love option, but you're not on the List(Least),
Without your calm presence, I feel too Reversed,
I awful loved you, without knowing it is Waste,
My less love for you, proved all I wanted from you,
I truly wanted nothing any time, but I wanted you,
How I wish you where there or my well damn flu,
My less love for you, am sure you don't have a Clue,
Really lights should light wherever you go,
I loose what I can't replace, but I still seek more,
I have hell feelings in me and hurt my Baby Doll,
If you don't try out love then you'll never know.
What can fix me if you can't bring your Soul??
Am hell too young, to be feeling what am feeling,
I wanna forget about you, but it's bad that am Failing,
I ignite all myself cos I wanna see you smiling,
Try to fix me, make me proud of you and Everything,
Don't let it be history, that I had in my mind,
Let the legacy talk to me, whilst am holding your soft hand,
Let's walk in this world, which is said to be round,
And make out good memories and moments from the Sand.

Don't Make It To Be My History Of Looking On Your Face.
I want the entire you, not the whole  Re-universe.

Lights Might Guide Me Home.
With a Bruised heart of mine, I present this Poem.
My Less Love?.

Copyright © Mutesha Lemana | Year Posted 2017

Details | Didactic |


I woke at dawn reminiscing,
large thoughts contradicting the mind like the wind and the sea waves;
At once i realize something great was missing,
Pushed to the four cardinal point without being able to make decision like slaves;
I wonder if i die before sunset.

I perceive misery and pain,
but am not misjudged i deserve pains as my gain;
To the world i came not out of my own will,
I wish something could be done to save me!
If i die before sunset.

Not partly righteous.. i was the man on the sycamore;
My ways i denounce i don't want you no more!
i appreciate and want to abide by the rules of my creator,
reflecting on his words, making his prophets and messengers my mentor 
then shall i rejoice if called before sunset..

Copyright © onah anthony | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |


Ex stalking is never good idea,
Resilient equilibrium.
Hang in Dahab, make Hajj to Medina
Instead of a course of Librium.

Copyright © Agatha Jetaime | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |


Don't you worry about Hanna, 
She will be by you - an old shoe -
If that sent heavenly manna
Was in fact intended for you.

Copyright © Agatha Jetaime | Year Posted 2015

Details | Blank verse |

A for Allah

A for Allah
A for All
A for Alright
It’s all right!

A for Allah
It's for All
Allah Allah
Who who who who

A for Allah
A for All
Yea it's for All
It's all right

A for Allah
It's for All
Allah Allah
Who who who who
Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm

Copyright © Asif Andalib | Year Posted 2011

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Copyright © ashutosh Kumar | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Mozart Blues

> One morning
> I woke up
> And
> walked out
> I saw a
> brilliant rainbow
> Erupting
> out of the dark
> Soil of despair
> I saw
> people
> Suddenly
> transformed into angels
> I saw
> evil beings changed into stone
> I saw
> dictators fleeing the wrath of God
> I heard
> fools proclaiming wisdom

> And I Saw
> the Nuclear Bombs
> Exploded
> into clouds of sweat
> Heavenly
> made mist
> I saw
> young people
> Embracing
> each other
> And I saw
> old people
> Shedding
> their years like Cosmic cocoons

> I saw the
> poor wake up
> And
> demand food, justice, and respect
> And I saw
> the rich powerful demons
> Disintegrate
> into ugly moths, rats, and cockroaches
> I saw the
> most powerful nation on Earth
> Walk away
> into a Buddhist Monastery
> And float
> away on the wings of a butterfly
> Into the
> rising rainbows of the Sun

> I saw the
> evil empire
> Sit down
> and party all night
> Smoking
> nuclear Dust
> And
> drinking Hydrogen laced Vodka
> And
> getting napalm highs
>> I saw
> Christians Jews and Muslims become brothers
> I saw
> people everywhere
> Soaring
> into the sky
> I saw God
> smiling at us
> And I saw
> Lucifer
> Programming
> more chaos
> I saw
> computers revolting
> Rushing
> away from their office towers
> Smoking
> dope with their Data Disks
> I saw
> printers everywhere
>> Rejecting
> their spread sheets
> And
> printing love poems
> And in
> the middle of all this Divine Madness
> I saw
> Mozart
> Playing
> the Piano
> With God
> playing the trumpet

> And Satan
> on Bass

> With
> Allah singing the blues

Jesus on harmonica

Moses playing the guitar 

> And Buddha
> playing the violin

>> Lord
> Krishna playing the Flute

>> Rama
> playing the organ

>> Ganesh
> Playing the sitar

>> Zeus
> Playing the Sax

>> Jupiter
> playing the Drums
> With
> Beethoven conducting
>> God's
> Symphony

Copyright © jake aller | Year Posted 2016