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Ode to Jesus

  Yes, all to Him I owe!

  He paid the price,
  the debt that I had owed.

  No greater gift He gave, His "life!"

  How precious is the blood!,
  of the lamb that was slain.

  For He rose "Jesus," that faithful Third day alive!;
  with all power over hell, death and the grave!

  How lovely and excellent is the name.
  For it is the name, that is above ever other names.
  "God is Salvation," "Jesus!"

  He is the resurrected glorified one.
  The commencement and the end to all things.
  Coming back again!

Copyright © Ronald A. Williams | Year Posted 2017

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The Children

Leave me the hell alone she cries
Inside her aching head
I've had much more than I can take 
Sometimes I feel I'm dead
Oh shepherd don't your flock forsake 
Alone on Calvarys Hill
How much can a body take 
When your mind has had its fill
A light so bright and hopeful
A picture perfect birth
A world of wonder, laid before
This seedling of the earth
To nurture's but a wistful dream
A momentary lapse
A father wrapped up in himself
A mom lost in her past
Can harm I do while wishing
The Angels gentle hands
Embrace this failing empty shell
This web of empty strands
A love of love itself it seems
Of passion and desire
Turns Sailors into monsters
And Mothers into liars
What makes a wonder wonderful
What makes a blessing blessed
'Tis you alone we come to know
When not so self- obsessed
Lord, help us not to lose your light
And wallow in the dirt
And help instead to nurture
All we're given at our birth
A wish alone can guide us
If truth is what we seek
Protect the weak and hungry
The burdened and the meek
Lord, make me strong enough to show
The children in my care
Their path is guided by your light
Their Souls are in your care

Copyright © peter walsh | Year Posted 2014

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Cold love

We can all read that the love will become cold
We can all see that what has been foretold
Is the world we live in now

We can be amazed that two thousand years ago
It was written where the world would go
It is the world we live in now

The love that is cold is from the brothers close
A bitter cup to swallow, a bitter poisoned dose
It is the world we live in now

We see selfishness
We feel loneliness
We see lawlessness
We feel lovelessness

As was sagely said
In the pages that I’ve read:

“To live up high with the saints we know,
Oh Lord, that would be glory,
But to live down here with the saints below,
Now that’s a different story!”

Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014

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For my mother's birthday

Dear Lord thank You for a mother
who stayed through it all with us,
who has shown us the way to church,
because in You today I trust.
Thank You for every hardship she faced
for she has taught us sacrifice
now I can give my all to You,
nothing else would have sufficed.
Thank You Lord for all her toil
because she represents great strength
for even in adversity
she persevered through great a length.

If anyone be candidate
let it be her You honour Lord
for You know all about her struggle
and surely You are her reward.
I praise You greatly for Her life
my life without her could not be,
show her Your favour without measure
for everything she's meant to me.


Copyright © Naldeem Bout | Year Posted 2013

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In Reverence To The One Up There

How did we acquire the knowledge of getting food following all protocols and procedures of knowing when the Earth is in a fine mood to give a handshake of bountiful harvest? In search of knowledge and understanding man has explored Nature, down to its hood and due to his short comings, treated humanity unfairly and rude. Knowing the mechanics of an existing phenomenon makes one a happy and creative dude but having no idea how it even existed makes his understanding still bare and nude Under a higher authority, we’re all nursed be it a gentleman with the fine name-Jude or matter in a non-stop pause having no artery of sustenance like the wood Life and existence, wisdom and health, He’s the source Him- not even the microscopes can elude He is existing, everlasting and much more than a force He is no other than God and He is good.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

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Untitled #264 / Christian girl

Oh Christian girl
oh regal queen
so lost and happy

Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007

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She Had Wings

A tribute to a wonderful friend who was taken from us by cancer.

She Had Wings
Dave Stinnett


Copyright © Dave Stinnett | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode |

For my mother's birthday

Dear Lord thank You for a mother
who stayed through it all with us,
who has shown us the way to church,
because in You today I trust.
Thank You for every hardship she faced
for she has taught us sacrifice
now I can give my all to You,
nothing else would have sufficed.
Thank You Lord for all her toil
because she represents great strength
for even in adversity
she persevered through great a length.

If anyone be candidate
let it be her You honour Lord
for You know all about her struggle
and surely You are her reward.
I praise You greatly for Her life
my life without her could not be,
show her Your favour without measure
for everything she's meant to me.


Copyright © Naldeem Bout | Year Posted 2013

Details | ekphrasis |


On Grandma’s bedroom wall hung pencil sketches
To inspire me and draw me in, never fail
The hands in prayer our daily blessing fetches
The cuffs rolled back, work ready, in the detail

The fingerprint motif of light on hands
To give us notice we are unique – and His
Strong thumb accentuating Holy Bands
Steeple elongated fingers, preaching Bliss

On The Tree, He died for our earthly sins
(The cross marked in the veins of the left hand)
He wished to spare us the suffering since
Love and compassion, for which we should stand

Only in Truth can we realise beauty
The Hands setting the example of: “Thank Ye!

[Poetry form used: Sonnet]

If we do not live in Truth, a God given opportunity which we must embrace, then the beauty of all that we perceive will pass us by. ~ Su Crous 

Inspired by: ‘Hands of an Apostle’ by Albrecht Durer: http://uploads4.wikipaintings.org/images/albrecht-durer/hands-of-an-apostle.jpg

Sponsor:	Heather Ober
Contest Name:	Famous Art |

Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |


The were the three Magi with mantels and beards, traveling
on strong camels as far as Bethlehem and having 
seen a wondrous star, they began their long journey 
by bringing precious gifts, but they warned Joseph and Mary 
of Herod's malicious intent...so they fled to Egypt
on a donkey that never complain of a sore hip! 

They believed in the Savior as Herod himself full of pride,
and being very wise, they never returned
to tell him what kind of child they had found! 
They brought their gifts and knelt at a child
whose fate as foretold was to die for us all,
and he gladly accepted them hearing His Father's call!

Not having heard from the Wise Men who had lied to Him, 
Herod sent his soldiers to kill all children under three: screams terrorized Bethlehem;
no, they weren't moved by their mother's painful cry
and shedding their innocent blood they revenged that lie!
O mothers of Bethlehem, Jesus knew that they were slaughtered because of Him!
O mothers of Bethlehem, you wept and moaned as they bled as a sacrificial lamb!

They believed in the Savior from what they had read,
and wanted to see for themselves the glorious event that Daniel spoken of:
the brightest star shining over Bethlehem as angels sang, 
announcing Christ's birth in a small town groping on a hill of citrus and clove!

Written on December 16, 2012

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012

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(To the tune of; Onward
Christian Soldiers)

(It may help if you do sing

Onward Christian poets,
its time to call our bluff,
You can write with harmony – 
because you know your
Write the rhyme my poet
Then you’ll start new 
Onward to annoy the folk,
and write some more sick

Onward Christian poets – 
writing as they go,
Waving to the crowd they
do – with Christmas time
in tow! 

Onward then ye poets, 
Christmas is now here,
See those decorations – 
why do we not cheer?
See those festive 
Christmas trees – and 
those fairy lights,
Dazzling on the festive
branch, a monstrous
sight delights!

Onward Christian poets,
moaning at the sights,
They are not that happy -     
they’ve lost their human

Onward then ye poets,
sing as you do write,
Writing all those poems,
it is your human right.
People will complain to
you, but you ignore 
them, true,
All they do is whinge 
and moan – oh I need 
the loo!

Onward Christian poets,
we suffer writer’s cramp,
Now my failing eyesight,
where’s my bleeding’

Onward Christian poets,
battling PC crap,
But when they read their
poems – we give them all
a clap!
Writing poems of MPs, 
and about their sleaze,
Brussels spout their 
dictating views – their 
expenses we will freeze!

Onward Christian poets,
smiling as they type,
But sometimes they will
admit – they write a load
of tripe!

Onward Christian poets,
feeling quite depressed,
All they want for Christmas,
is something very blessed.
Listening to the garbage – 
that’s on the TV news,
So we’ll write a whole lot
more – and then we’ll have
a snooze!

Onward Christian poets,
running out of ink,
All that poetry writing,
sure does make us think!

Onward Christian poets,
off to church we go,
Singing all those Christmas
hymns, ‘oh diddly oh!’       
Oh we need a drink or two,
but we may get drunk – 
Give me now my sparkling
hooch – then we’ll write 
more junk!       

Onward Christian poets,
we wish you all the best,
Not many can write poetry, 
so we’ll put you to the test!   

Onward Christian poets,
writing in the States,
They are all together – 
eating juicy steaks.
Lots of pampered poets – 
eating to their fill.
Now they’re full from
over-eating – now they
need a pill!

Onward Christian poets,
touring in the States,
But they keep on writing -  
about their own mistakes.

Finally ye poets – they all
gather round – 
Writing about Good God – 
now they’re heaven bound.
Onward now and forward – 
they love their writing fate,
All aboard the poet train – 
and it’s bleeding’ late!

Onward Christian poets, 
you we all adore,
So let’s all celebrate poems – 
we all want some more! 


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

An Ode to LIFE Part 1

An Ode To LIFE

As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea

As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of

I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago

As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am learning the story they telling is true

The writer writes of a jealous King  and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child

The story tells of the three wise men  who saw a star in the north and heard of a child  who was born to be the King of the Jews  and come to see and bring Him gifts 

An  angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed 

So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled

As I follow along in my dream I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each

I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey 

As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in  Nazareth of Galilee

As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me

As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.

By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

                                                            Inspired by God 


Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

An Ode to my Christian Brethren

On the backs of giants I walk,
Most of them cursed me right to my face and imposed correction unnecessary,
Most of them as Judas to Joseph, fell to the sting of jealousy, and slew my very soul with the 
Cain like bitterness of accusation.
But still on the backs of giants I walk.
For from the beginning to the end,
When they had the choice to deny the destiny that God had for me, or to embrace it,
They all, everyone, chose to believe.

Copyright © Woodrow Lucas | Year Posted 2010

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" Hail to courageous Patrick! "
The Christian Irish loudly sang,
taking their chant to all Ireland...
and that made Milchu very sick!

In his veins ran pure blood of Roman nobility;
at that brutal era, Druidism was Ireland's religion,
and he, the follower of Christ, felt much contention...
but armed with determination Patrick fought it fiercely!  

" Hail to courageous Patrick!"
As a saint he never accepted defeat;
he was bread and water for the weak...
endless fear for the High Priest!

" Pagans, you shall not worship neither the Sun
nor idols, Christ is your true Lord! "
He preached in all villages ignoring any frown
from that warrior waving his sword!

Would he had never been captured
and sold into slavery, all Ireland wouldn't have known liberty;
his task was to tend sheep as David,
but choose to give his entire soul to God to wipe out idolatry!  

" Hail to courageous Patrick! "
Every man, woman and child shouted without being afraid;
they knew that God had sent this holy and kind man to them
to teach prayers of fervent faith!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |


Here is to you crazy fellas 
Those who are covenanted to the religion of distinctiveness 
And heralds of unique unthinkable patterns

Here is a salute to you
Those, who against the popular opinion and trend, stick to their principles and confession      
Thus cementing their loyalty and guaranteed blessings          

Here is a tribute to you
Those, who go against traditions in a bid to creating new arts and unconditional techniques         
Thus cementing their status as dynamic civilization heralds          

Here is to the dogged ones
Those who despite numerous failures, get back up and try for one more time
Thus embedding their names in the scrolls of the victorious                                                                                  

Here is a much needed recognition 
Those, behind the scenes who humbly strive to attain victory, (which most people ascribe to another)                              
Thus laying favorable foundations, upon which their launching forth would be smooth sailing

Here are much needed encouragement

Persistently persist in your beliefs, 
For in them you shall be celebrated

Give no cognisance whatsoever to people around, Who continually discourage you for they are spectators who must cheer for you when you make it

Love yourself much, 
For you will certainly not feel the love around your environs

Love God best, 
For only He can give you the strength to achieve all your heart desires. 

Copyright © Nkwuka Kosi | Year Posted 2016

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The altar of earth;
Is a refrain to iniquity,
the diary to trespasses
transgressing the mission,
Of the lord blessing.

The altar of the earth;
the iniquity came to sin, 
and trespasses the saint.

The altar of the earth;
The unclean sit, under the foot
They disseminate uncleaniliness.

The altar of earth;
It an unholy gathering
It meant for the unbeliever
It the sacred heart of
The sinners
Be observant my brother
Make it a holy nation
God bless you!!!

Copyright © Ajala Samuel Akindele | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

you Are

More beautiful than the prettiest sunset.
 More majestic than all the earth’s kings.
 More glorious than the rising sun.
 A father and friend to me.
More precious than the clearest diamond.
 More amazing than a gushing spring.
 More mysterious than the Bermuda triangle.
 My saviour and soon coming King.
More loving than a mother’s heart.
 More generous than nature’s bounty.
 More trustworthy than the closest friend.
 The lover of my soul for all eternity.

Copyright © yinlaifa edolo | Year Posted 2016

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Remember Why

There shone a star
It lit the world
As though a flood
Or grace were hurled

The humble Christ
Lest we forget
A savior then
Of sinners yet

Was born to save
And born to die
His life to give
Remember why

Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |


(To the tune of Onward Christian soldiers)

Onward Christian 
councillors meeting 
as the do,
They are round a
table for the privileged
Talking serious matters,
as they do insist, 
Drinking cups of coffee,
and dunking their

Onward Christian 
councillors, sitting oh
so grand,
They are talking 
business, and getting
cash in hand.

Fighting all the do-
gooders, like the
Listen very carefully,
voice your own 
Talking to each other,
as the day wears on,
Lighting up their pipes
and more, now they'll
have some fun!

Onward Christian 
councillors, praying
as they do,
All they want are
answers - that is very

Fighting against the
power - of people at
the top,
All they get are glares,
and to hold a strop!
Fighting now for justice,
for the guilty crew,
They will now all be
sacked - and get a 
pension too!  

Onward Christian
councillors, they
have won the war,
Now they have some
fun - as they all go 

Now they've won their
battle - for the right
to vote,
The PC crew queue up - 
just to have a gloat.
Out the door they all 
do go - looking back to 
Now they all are sulking
now - inside a prison

Onward honest councillors,
they are now in power.
First they need a coffee - 
and an ice cold shower!

Onward then the heroes,
who have saved the day,
All are now in power - as
they shout hooray!
No more bad behaviour, 
that is banned for good,
Scoffing on their biscuits
now - where's the 
Christmas pud!

Happy Christmas to all
of you - now let's sing
a song,
Oh the PC zealots are
banging on their gong!

Onward Blackpool Council,
they are now the best,
They have proved with
honours - they all passed 
the test.
Now the future looks so
bright - as the lights do
show - 
Forward now we all do
march - Blackpool you
do glow.

Onward Blackpool's 
lights show - you can
shine so bright.
Now you are a treat to
see - and a sheer 


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2014

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(To the tune of Onward Christian

(Please try to sing along)

Onward then ye poets, we
all want some more,
All that writing poems - we
all do adore,
Now my ink is dry, as I start
to cry,
No one writes good poems
now, this I can't deny.

Onward Christian Poets,
writing as they do,
I have writers cramp now,
and I need the loo.

Onward to the library, as
it's quiet like home,
But why are so many 
yapping on their mobile
This I will not tolerate, 
and they have to go,
All I want is peace and 
quiet - that they'll all soon

Onward Christian poets,
having a crafty smoke,
Will they continue writing - 
oh yes, but where's our 

Onward to the council,
we want a tax-free grant,
All that red tape, now, it
really makes me rant!
Jobsworths in their offices,
looking all elite,
Grinning like a Cheshire 
cat - their pockets they do

Onward Christian poets,
feeling very down,
When they're free from
writing - they all hit the

Come now turn those phones
off - I can't concentrate,
All that clicking and yapping - 
all this I really hate!
Turn the darn things off, I
say - as I lose my cool,
Now I'm Victor Meldrew - 
I don't believe it, fool! 

Onward Christian poets,
sitting down for tea,
Hello to that nice lady - 
sitting on my knee!

Onward Christian poets
march to London Town,
They are to campaign, 
and to see the crown.
Onward to the palace, 
and to see the Queen - 
Can she save the poets
verse, and tell them
they're supreme!

Onward Christian poets,
all do want some sun,
Facing boring Nick Clegg - 
and David Cameron!

Onward then to Parliament,
were the corrupt do plot,
Guy Fawkes at the ready - 
writing his verse in soot.
Will we write the poems of
what happened here,
Poets at the ready now - 
we've nothing left to fear!

Onward Christian poets,
you are now the best.
For you have all made
history - by writing in
mode text!



Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

What Glory

I saw a manger glow
I heard the angels say
A child is born of holiness
Upon this joyous day

I came there to discover
What greatness it could be
What grace I did behold
What glory I did see

A tiny bed of straw
A burro and some sheep
Angels praised the heavens
The baby Christ asleep

Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Ode to a Forsaken World

I remember when as a small community,
we would reach out to those in need;
And our days would seem to be fulfilled,
if we practiced one good deed.

We would walk the streets with heads held high,
and smile at those we meet along the way;
And children would respect their elders,
for they knew they too would be old one day.

Family always cared for family,
when they were hurt and grieving alone;
And it would have been so shameful,
to consider putting them in old age homes.

Marriages would last til someone died,
even though the hard times were tough to take;
And we would just thank God for what we had ,
and stick it out for the families sake.

We would gather at Sunday dinners,
and laugh at the week we had;
Now it seems to me these treasures have died,
and for that we should be sad.

Life was simple way back then,
when we were friendly or quick to lend a hand;
Now we pass by each other with our heads hung low,
Just strangers in a forsaken land.

Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode |


Onward Christian soldiers
As though we are at war
Let’s all fight for poetry
The art we all adore
Poetry is neglected
In the press or on TV
Let’s increase its coverage,
More publicity.

Onward Christian Soldiers
Let’s all tell them the score
Poetry is wonderful
We all want some more.

Onwards then ye poets
Show them we’re not scared
Placards at the ready
With the rhyming word,
Let’s invade the mighty
To London march and then
Thrust aside those iron gates
And march on Number 10.

Onward Christian Soldiers
Let’s all tell them the score
Poetry is wonderful
We all want some more.

Write to famous people
Ken Dodd or the Queen
To recite a limerick
On the TV screen
President Bush should help us
I hear he likes a rhyme
Everybody phone the Pope
He’s on VAT 69

Onward Christian Soldiers
Let’s all tell them the score
Poetry is wonderful
We all want some more

Onwards then ye poets
Here ends our little chat
And I know that some will
Say: “Thank God for that.”
But carry on your marching
With your flags unfurled
Shouting out “more poetry”
Telling all the world.

Onward Christian Soldiers
Let’s all tell them the score
Poetry is wonderful
We all want some more.


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |


I was given the gift of love one day by the dear Lord who walked my way,one moment in time and with a touch of his had i did receive his gift of love so grand, and within a wink of an eye i was raised from the gutter to the sky, from a pauper to a king only now my heart could sing, and now i did seek to try and find the true value of this gift devine, and with all my searching and wisdom i do have to say that his gift of love had no value at all untill i gave it away.

Copyright © ROBERT MOODIE | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |

The Flowering

Beautiful flowers; how the blossoms grow,
from the fruitful seed to vicarious bees.
Bursting with intercourse, as pollen flows.
Speaking naturally of needs on the breeze,
life must go on, so relations are a whorl.
Nearer to life’s apex, feeling the pulse,
sweetness comes, with the nectar.
The petals are fragrant, as they uncurl.
Purer the thoughts, purer the impulse.
Connecting stamens are not the collector's.
Beautiful flowers, adorning the graves,
silently singing, as passersby do rue.
Seemingly, cut short of all their days,
while arranged purples fade to blue.
The vibrant colors are touching the hearts
but are no longer feeling the sun's warm touch,
while love ‘s hues are still springing anew,
Even when separated by its parts,
So make art lovely and then feel as much.
Life and death in ones moment’s breathe,
then again, an alluring world is full of these.

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |

Miracle Walk With Special Angel Of My Son

There were days and nights
When I wondered and cried for my sons healing
In such a storm of darkness you came my way
Your eyes were filled with the glory of God
Your words were so gentle and giving me hope
Gods grace was shining upon your face

Each time when my son stumbled
You reached out for him and lifted him up in your arms
Giving him hope and strength through your miracle touch
Dr. Krishnan. You indeed were an angel for my son! 
You watched over my son’s health 
You served my son day and night 
When the whole world was in deep sleep
And thank God for you for your grateful heart.

You’ve touched my son’s life in a special way 
You’ve touched our hearts with your kindness
And compassion in a special way
When storms were raged in my life! 
Angels are among us and to me 
You are One of Them
You are my sons Special Angel
So wonderful and rare

I thank my God every time I remember you.
Words cannot express how grateful I am 
For treating my son and healing him 
And for restoring his health back to normal 
And for saving his precious life
Thank you for your miracle touch from God 
Thank you for your angelic team.

In my prayer for you I pray
That God bless you and use you in all of His ways
May God's fragrant blessings be upon you everyday 
In every way, now, tomorrow and always 
Doctor, you are gift from God, a valuable treasure
I Hope you know, How much, you’re appreciated! 
Thanks So Much for all you did for my son and for my family! 
Dr V Krishnan, You are always remembered and never forgotten
Wherever we are and wherever we go!

Copyright © Shaila Touchton | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |


#How could I forget# 
How could I forget your widely smiling face,
Your warm enwrapping hugs, your frequent gifts of grace,
Before your brilliant mind, which used to dazzle bright,
Gave way to Alzheimer’s dark unrelenting blight. 

How could I forget, the end was very soon,
Surprised, you said to me, “Oh, I remember you!”
The jumbled words you spoke, I couldn’t understand,
But never did I doubt that kind was your intent.

How could I forget you hosting mini-church 
Inside your modest home, inviting all to perch.  
To our great God, you’d sing, and quell all spirits bleak,
Answer sticky questions, with gentle, Christ-like peace.

How could I forget how you and wife stood by,
When gulping her first breath, my daughter started life.
Your good face she saw, her first few hours on earth,
Look how she’s all grown up and echoes Mama’s mirth.

How could I forget you blessed my second son,
Born fifteen months before, he had hair like setting-sun.
You touched him on his head, and prayed that God would bless,
Protect this lil’ guy, and limit his life’s mess.    

How could I forget, when you and lovely wife,
Brought us Christmas dinner, blessed my first son’s life.
T’was sweetest time we had, while sharing baby news,
Your refreshing humor helped vanquish baby blues. 

How could I forget the night my man proposed,
T’was in your living room, and you did not oppose.
The fireplace was lit, my man was on his knee,
While looking into my eyes, said, “Will you marry me?”  

How could forget, when I was just a teen,
I called up you and wife, said needed place to flee.
“I’ll pick you up in ten,” you said, didn’t hesitate.   
You shared with me your home; three months you let me stay.
How could I forget, when I was six years old,
Broke Christmas ornaments. You didn’t treat me cold.  
So hard I tried to help - you move from house to house.
Yet, seeing broken glass, you didn’t brand me louse.

How could I forget, when first I did meet you,
Though I was just age five. T’was at a picnic do,
Held at Alondra park, And standing in sun’s glare,
Your wife held up a sign, said, “Picnic over there.” 

No, I will not forget, I’ll see you ‘gain one day.
I’ll say a proper thanks, as God wipes tears away.
We’ll have that cheery chat; your words won’t go awry,
'Cause now you clearly speak, at home above the sky.

Dedicated to Roger H., who passed away Valentine's day, 2017

Copyright © Hannah Rain | Year Posted 2017

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I remember you

Dad I miss you every day,
Not with sadness may I say.
I’m sad your gone not by my side,
I think it hurts I know I cried.
I miss you most when things go bad
Its when I need your help I feel so sad.
But in my heart you will always be
Just as your love is always for me.
I miss those times oh so much
It must be said you were my crutch.
I lent on you when problems rose
To run away you never choose.
I love you now as I did then
I know my heart will never mend.
I have memories of things we did together
With love in my heart you’ll be forever.

Copyright © stuart chandler | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |

Enlightened I, Look Beyond

Enlightened I, Look Beyond

Cacophonous chatter reverberates down congested hallways
Human minds stir anxious thoughts
Yet amidst the scattered, clouded banter
I force myself to read on.
The world spins on, a chaotic top
Trying not to fall off the coffee stained table, I breathe in
Snow white corset pulls tight digging persistent daggers
To taunt skin, clung to sore screaming ribs
Eyes blur to printed words
Ponders wander behind carefully edited pages
Earthquakes rumble shifting tectonic plates within my brain
Steady the queen,
Forfeit a few pawns to disastrous tremors 
Continue on, dead set center of the hurricane
Enlightened I let in the light
Elucidating my next move 
Peer into the future
Do not ignore the present gifts
Have faith, My Child, for when you believe you’ll find 
Sanctuary is within the groove

Copyright © Summer Washko | Year Posted 2017