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Details | Rhyme |
When I first surrendered all to You
it wasn’t clear to me,
that You became the author;
my life, Your poetry.
The pages of my life were dark.
You made them snowy white.
And then with mastery and skill
You began to write.
Each day a different style and form
something fresh and new
always timely and spot on
and never overdue.

So Lord, what will it be today
that flows from Your ready pen
across this chapter of my life
that will be read by men?
Will it be a monorhyme
of how You came through for me just in time?
Perhaps it’s an ottava rima
in perfect pentameter
that tells how my love for You
has grown deeper and much sweeter.
It just might be a ballad
with a tender and touching refrain
of how I stumbled and faltered
but You picked me back up again.
Could there be a principle
that I really need to learn
which You’ll write upon my life
as a repetitive quatern?
Since the furtherance of Your kingdom
is Your holy and noble tactic
perhaps You’ll craft in me
a revelatory didactic.
Diamante, tanka, limerick, haiku,
Lord, the choice is up to You.
Of all poetic forms that be
You know what to engrave on me.
Free verse or even hexaverse diminished
Dear God, please write on until my story is finished.

4/26/17



I learned several years ago from a minister that preached at our church that the Greek word for workmanship in the verse below is “poiema”, from which our English word “poem” is derived. This was my inspiration for this poem.


Ephesians 2:10(KJV)  For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.

 For we are His workmanship [His own master work, a work of art], created in Christ Jesus [reborn from above—spiritually transformed, renewed, ready to be used] for good works, which God prepared [for us] beforehand [taking paths which He set], so that we would walk in them [living the good life which He prearranged and made ready for us].Ephesians 2:10(Amplified Bible)

Copyright © Carol Connell | Year Posted 2017




Details | Free verse |
An eagle finds the highest mountain to build its nest
And lays the first layer of nest with sharp objects
Such as thorns and stones for the unborn with zest
And next, covering that layer with soft targets,
Such as wood, feathers and the animal fur.
So as the baby birds are hatched, gets protection.
As they grew a bit, the mother eagle takes 
The nest materials and mixes them up.
The jumbled mass is now a mix of sharp and soft
And sometimes sharp edges may cut babies’ skin.
And next, the mother stops putting food 
From her mouth to the mouths of the babies.
Making their comfortable world into painful one.
The discomfort becomes so great for the babies
They begin to fly away to get out of the nest.

This analogy of God explains the value of pains.
We don’t seek god when happy and comfortable
We turn to him only in times of troubles.
God does whatever it takes help eagles fly
It’s a wake-up call to teach every one of us
Not too much indulge in physical comforts.
God removes the soft coverings to remind us
That this life is painful and full of sufferings
And its solution is to soar in spiritual realms.

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September 25, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place Win
Contest: God's kind of poetry by BriAN Johnston

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic Verse |
It’s said that God bestows on us, each and every soul,
A special gift just meant for us, to make our lifetime whole.
How often I have thought about what gift was to be mine.
I waited for His one bequest to make my earth years shine.
 
I've envied some their striking looks, their figures lean and spare.
(This gift from God not always used in unison with prayer.)
I watched the athlete nimbly scale to heights till now unclimbed.
While others scour the ocean floor: new life there, still to find.
 
I've closed my eyes and listened to the maestro's ebb and flow.
Was lifted up; my heart was stirred; my spirit touched my soul.
Then too there is the gift of song; a greater gift than gold.
Was I to have this blessed prize, what other need I hold?
 
But none of these He chose for me; not one did He bestow.
Instead perhaps the gift of words, shall serve me where I go.
For without words I could not write of wonders I have seen:
Could not return to times gone by, or capture fleeting dreams.
 
How, lacking words could I describe the sun upon of the sea:
A mountain pass, a lake of glass, the joy of being free?
Words serve to tell of all that’s good, as well as all that’s bad.
They make the beauty come alive and hurt us with what’s sad.
 
And when the years have passed on by and dust is what was me:
The gift of words, put down in verse, remain for all to see.
Thoughts penned in ink and left behind, let what ‘was me’ live on.
The gift of words will still be here when other gifts are gone.


© 2015 Diane Lefebvre

Copyright © Diane Lefebvre | Year Posted 2015




Details | Free verse |
I formed the poet to be my clay pen
To dance on the pin tip of my understanding
I delight in words
All things came into existance through my words
The planets
The stars
The moon
The sun
The universes beyond what you can see
They are tethered by my imagination
I am a God of order
I delight in repetition
My ways are perfect
What you see a chaos, fits perfectly into my plans
I occupy all the spaces
I exist within each breath
My energy flows from beginning to end and back again
I allow you to glimpse my shadow 
For my full Glory would consume your human form
I am beyond your comprehension
Yet I wish you to know me
Ponder me
Come into my loving arms
My words are written on ancient scrolls
Each verse contains my essence
My invitation to a wondorous feast
Taste the succulence of my bounty
The flavours my affection
My consummate Love
Do not be concerned with the temporary
Trust in my grace
For I know all your needs
This world will one day disappear 
Paradise will reside under your feet
I will be your completion 
Dancing will have new meaning
Rivers will sparkle like diamonds
The skies will no longer need the sun
For I will be your light
We will walk through a new Jerusalem
Streets of gold
Buildings encrusted in precious gems
Trees will be laden with fruit
No hunger
No tears
My children will know freedom
Strength will course through veins
Angels will walk in their midsts
Age will no longer be their enemy
Death will be a forgotten memory
For I am God
My words
My poetry
They can be your reality
Make use of your free will
I am bound by my own promises
You must choose my path
Be a vessel of my Love
You my clay pen
Can flow
With golden ink



For this contest I am asked to write from the perspective of God.
It is an insurmountable task for one as limited as myself. I humbly
submit this attempt and pray that it honors my heavenly Father.




Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
ONLY HEALTH AND JOY I believe You Father God is in control. Tell me more... I want to know what else You want me to do; I want to know who else You want me to know, I want to know what else You want to reveal to me, Open my eyes, my ears, my heart and my mind let the wind the blows whisper to me let the sunshine tell me still there is hope let the blooming flowers tell me the possibilities let the tweeting birds be the notes to alarm me Ah!!! let it be Father God! Let Your Holy Spirit lead my feet Unto You Oh! God I laid my plans, Father God, look at them I want to know which of them brings You more glory and honor. I want to know which of them heads me to Your path. I want to know which of them draws a smile to Your face. You know and watch over me everyday, You know my every thought, my every heartbeat and my every action, I believe in whatever I do O Father God, You are already there for me You send hosts of angels to guard me You send the grinning sunshine to invite new hope Before I put all my effort, time, energy and all I speak to You anytime of the day for I believe everytime I speak with my heart You my Father God is listening kindly to me. From long prayers, written words, breath prayers, hymns... Though there are times, I can't even find the right words to say. And so what I do is to just close my eyes, then there silent tears roll on my cheeks but I know my Spirit will speak for me I want more of You and less of me I believe You are carrying me on this troubled path Never ever You will let me go Or never ever You will forsake me I trust You know me more than myself My past, present and my future You knew before I ever began to walk I believe You are holding me in Your palms You are fully in control of the events My win is our joint victory Hard-pressed because of the circumstances but I believe You will not give me these not because You see me a probable failure rather You gave this to me because I can... Together with You, I can and I will We will win. We will win. Despite these pains and tears I trust someday when I'll be with You You will smile at me and tell me I did well on the task You gave me And I pass, You will welcome me then Into Your loving arms where there are no more tears where there are no more pains where there are no more sicknesses where there are no more sufferings only health and joy... _____________________________________________________ O.E. Guillermo 9:09 pm, May 15, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
IF GOD GIVES UP ON US

Open season
the games have begun
We be target practice
Shoot randomly
no penalty

Kill at will
...if you will
Lives don't
matter to the people
you're chanting to

Kill for thrill
new sport
Kill at will
...if you think
Lives matter
watch the gavel...
justice not served

Makes no difference
if they get sacked
Big money got their backs
Now who has that kind if cash ?

Thumb twiddles, sitting down
eyes watching God's moves
"God's going to get them people"
That is what God said: He also
said: "faith without works is dead'

Earth disturbers in combat boots
Serial killers with badges in blue suits
commissioned for this mission
rewarded with loot.

The makers of tragedies on 9/11
twin towers. Afghanistan and
the embassy in Kenya ...World Trade
Center and the list goes on.
By the way who's funding Boko Haram?
They have better weapons than the whole
Naja Militia.

Desensitized people, frightened and numb
Worldwide genocide irrespective of person
religion or gender.
When bombs go off, bodies drop
buildings fall.
What if the grid breaks?
What if he does not re-create
anyone smart enough to fix it.?

Those people who one day
gets paid, to kill those people,
Who pays you to kill them people
and them people to kill you....

Somebody is paying people,
to make less people
and paying people -
to make less people etc...
until there is less people.
Only the people on the left,
are left.
And the leftover people.

Then no more people left.
and the green grass grew all around all around ....
and the green grass grew all around

IF God Gives Up ON US...

What might he do, send us back into the
black hole. Take the power back from the Sun?

Reverse the magnetic magnitude of the moon
There'll be no separation of day from
night, there'd be no more chances to get life right.

If God gives up on us it would
serve us deserving. No intercession
for your transgressions.

Just send us back into oblivion;
Erase us like we had never come.?
Dauntless disobedience, and foul
acts mocking his earthly domain
Diverging from Gods plan
Ignoring truth, man abusing man.

What if God would wait
one million years before
he launched another plan
and like the dinosaurs
we'd be - Just another species
from ancient times and lands.

What if God gave up on us...?

and sent us back into the
dust, and the only memories
left, would be the writings
in ancient books.
Ancient books no-one could decipher.

...and the green grass grew all around all around
and the green

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Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2015

Details | Romanticism |
Pursue love,
the love that has no meaning,
the silver ports of the moon,
shine so bright,
that it blinds you in the twilight
she is beautiful and she is divine
she is the song sang by the sweet nightingales
in the gardens of worthy, overgrowning and blooming roses,
like wildfire grow tall and the thornes of the vines
tangle around her feet and drag her ever so slightly
throughout the garden of beauty.
As the roses lay along a table,
as she sits at the table
and she waits for me, the wordman
to come to the dinner table at the stroke of nine
and sit with her,
start a scene or two of romantic setting,
to pursue love in her name.
Love is around us,
the candlelight shines and reflects in her silk hair,
as her evening dress glitters and shines
and her bossom shows itself in the nightsky
as we lay together,
we pursue a dream together,
forever we live together forever,
as we stand upon the belcony of Romeo and Juliet's love scene
we swim in a pool of sweet divine care and love,
we swallow grapes and drink wine
hand and hand on Persian rugs and virgin white cloth sheets,
we dance to a simple, yet sweet Chopin's masterpiece
of his beautiful nocturnes,
which make such a sweet and romantic song in our heads.

We stomp out the flames
as we dance the night away,
and you lay in my arms,
and I kiss you upon your lovely head,
and you hold my hand,
and I hold you tight
never thinking of letting your love go away from me,
I would take my own life,
before I lose your love.
See us together,
it is a painting that lasts lifetimes,
that needs no touch-ups.
I care for you and love you!
Love me, I know you will.

My sweet and loving portrait lady,
who in reality is more beautiful than a fully bloomed rose
that sits on its green stem,
in the garden of beauty that sits outside my window.
Come up to my chambers
as I picked roses for you and pettles litter the atmosphere
as love's tension grows
and suspence brings us together,
let us make love tonight
seal the passion
and pursue love once and for all.

Then shall we wake with the first rays of the blazing of the morning sun,
I shall wake next to your beauty and glory,
and I shall point my attention to the heavens
and thank the Gods for sending you on the open road,
toward my chamber door, I call my heart.
Then we shall dress, and walk the pathways
in the garden of beauty
and I shall pick a bauquet of roses
and we shall sit by the lake and pursue our love
for one another
and nothing, not one earthquake shall shake us apart.

-9/26/2013-

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

His poetry written since the beginning of time
Not in mere words did he inscribe his love
But in the natural world and the human heart
It is the perfection of earth and skies above

The hills and the fish ,the eagle that soars
Deep oceans, great plains and grand woods
The music of breezes moving through  grass
And  the whisper of love from those we adore

Each one a chapter in his great book of life
I believe this is one way he chose to speak
Gifts given  freely throughout our eternity
Look, for in nature perhaps the answers we seek…..



Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
I was born a woman body full of curves an soft blush breasts. One day I awoke wanting to tell someone wanting to confess. I like women the ones of my own sex. I love the way they look and move. I love the feel and the smell of a woman's body. I've met a young woman and this i believe is real. She means the world to me,yet I was put on earth to give my heart and my body to a man. Men have hurt me and let me down to no end. I always knew I was differnt from my freinds afraid to let them know it turned me on to look at them. So I tried to hide behind what society wanted me to be a woman in every way. Until I found love and could no longer deny what I felt. I made love to her the way no man could. she loved the way I touched, held, and caressed her. made her feel things no other could. She asked me when it was done, What sex am I? I told her a woman like you , I just know how you want to feel, she smiled and kissed me again. God forgive me I know it's a sin. I'm in love with a woman what am I to do? God forgive my sins. I'm in love with a woman and it may mean hell.

Copyright © Carolyn Dye | Year Posted 2011

Details | Light Poetry |
As I wake
Another day of nothing
Grey skies and daily rituals
A mugging here and there
Smog surrounds me, it eats me inside
Insects devour, life drains, ebbs, flows to death
Meaningless is life
Love simply prolongs ones agony
On a journey with no purpose
I assure you there is no God
Show me a deity with such cruelty
I dare you, for there is none
Life is a random act of death
To become us all
Do not try and tell me different
Intelligence is fates way to call us fools
For whatever we choose to believe

Mayans were ancients
Deceived by the sun and moon
They sacrificed their young
On the pyramids of doom

Today, the sun rose 
Tonight the moon shall greet my tired eyes
Into a slumber, a blissful sleep
I shall dream of the heavens and their gods

Today
I held in my arms an angel
All of a year or so old
Her arms outstretched, in blind love
Knowing I would catch her dreams and breathe her smiles

The devil that I am
I could not resist
To feed to her all my happiness
Her little hands grasped, as her eyes flirted for more food

I have some words of wisdom to bestow upon all you mortals now
Any court jester who tells you there is no god
They have not met Maya
I am so blessed, that I have


Notes: I had this in the works as a completely different poem. That afternoon I took care
of Maya ( 18 months ) and her brother Timmy ( five ) Afterwards we went to a restaurant for a snack, and Maya in my arms was in heaven eating her onion rings !! Both Timmy and Maya are such little angels, that would brighten up anyone's days, and when you see how beautiful children are, you realize the deeper meanings of life! 

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
You know faith is a substance
Yes, a spiritual law
They say it moves mountains
And, I’ve seen it before
You see without prayer
It’s not going to work
Words without actions
Are dead and desert





They say it moves mountains
But faith needs to grow
You must hear the word
Then the mustard seeds’ sown
It starts off little
And then branch’s out more
Becomes part of the vine
Like a true devout it soars





Love is the answer 
To a lot of our prayers
But faith is the action
Upon mountains we stare
Words of the spirit
Righteous and true
Become like the Father
Yes, me and you





You know faith can move mountains
Let’s all pray together
No matter the mountain
No matter the weather
Big or small
This problem we face
We can do better
With the gift of God’s grace 





© Copyright KC. Leake
20th December 2014
All Rights Reserved

 



Copyright © kevin leake | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
Life has a meaning that nobody knows, like the past and the present everything comes and goes. your life is a mark that can't be erased your problems get worse and they need to be faced. you think things over as you lie in your bed your whole life flashes in your head. where did the madness ever start why won't the pain go away in my heart you ask and you ask when will it be gone, will the hurting inside ever pass on. no one knows the answers except one God, so just live your life to the fullest and try to have fun. because then you may find a love that eventually falls apart and again there's a aching deep in your heart. once again there's that meaning that nobody knows like the past and the present everything comes and goes.

Copyright © tiffany franklin | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |
A heart that cries more than me 
in my pain. 
Whose congenial and benign teachings 
make me sane. 
A warm touch that dispels from me 
the gales of worry. 
Whose proximity ensures me that I'm 
protected by her under furry. 
A helping hand that always hold me 
whenever I'm about to lose. 
& my first teacher who makes me to 
distinguish between donts' and dos'. 
A voice and nothing more, an Angel 
who is entirely mine just after my birth. 
And she is none other but 'My Mother', 
The God on Earth. 
  
Although to define her in words is 
beyond my skill. 
Nevertheless I can say that her pace in 
my life, none can fill. 
She is the one who needs not a single 
word of me to understand. 
In my devastation, she is always there 
to provide effusively her hand. 
In the weariness of my life, with her, 
I may lose to be in link. 
But she ever remembers me whenever I 
breathe or my eyes blink. 
I can say that in search of heaven, 
I needn't to go anywhere. 
I would like to put my head in my 
mother's lap, as its only there.. 

Copyright © Hina Saxena | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet |
"The Law of Faith"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

I would like to inform those who just don't know the half
Man can corrupt anything except for Truth and math
But when it won't add up, they start to multiply their lies
So in order to have something real, division must arise
And just think of the remainder, a mere fraction of self
Always needing common factors to feel complete breath
Some will use substitution, others will choose elimination
To solve the system of Life's complex equations
It just depends on the situation, how was the problem derived
If it can't be integrated, it must have come from inside
That is called false pride, that's its natural base
And to calculate E, you need infinite space
And you only have one face, you can only subtract one Life
That proof was in the Induction Of Jesus Christ
The Identity Of Sacrifice As Given By The Word
The Co-Sign Was By The Father, The Son, And The Holy Spirit, How Superb

Copyright © eric boddie | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
Children are Precious

Children are precious
They are gifts from God above
We must nurture them 
And shower them with love.

Children need guidance, support, discipline and God’s grace
When they are younger, we must help them tie their shoelace.
We must teach them what’s right and what’s wrong
We must watch their shows with them and listen to their songs.

We have to make sure that they’re on the right track
We have to make sure they have food on their table and clothes on their backs.
We must provide for their physical needs and their emotional needs too
We must often praise them and spend time with them
And we must teach them that when it comes to serving God and reaching goals
They should always stay true.

Copyright © Shuntae King | Year Posted 2010

Details | Light Poetry |
TO SEE THE LIGHT...
GOD LOVES US THE MOST



When the light has faded
out, you seem to lose
your way,
But keep pn trekking and
you'll find - the path to
end dismay.
Just keep a smile upon
your face - and the lord
will smile with you,
Then you'll ponder on
the road to glory - a 
journey oh, so new.

The light does dim and
it lights the night, as
only you can see,
It shines upon your faded
love - and sets your
soul so free.
The holy virgin Mary - 
is comforted by her 
lord,
The birth of her little
baby boy welcomes us
all on board.

Just look into the night-
time sky - see the stars
so bright,
They will set free your
inner self - and you'll
feel a mass delight.
Look on to life and take
the leap - as the lord
will guide you there.
Just have the faith - as
you know you have - 
as you welcome the
day with care.

God bless us all and
everyone - and that 
applies to the sinners - 
Just wash your hands - 
and your soul - then
we'll all be winners.
So see the light of the
holy one - it shines
so bright in the sky;
'And the love of the
lord will always be
there - you can reach
him if you try.'

To redeem the light
from the dark - we
all must smile together.
Even when we're all
messed up - and at 
the end of our tether.
Bless the holy spirit - 
and the holy ghost - 
For when you see the
shining light - you'll
see that God loves
us the most.

BY
DARRYL ASHTON

Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
I don’t know what you might have heard, But I love God because He is the word. Through His words the world was created, And if only meagerly here’s how we’re related. I use words to create each and every day, And I feel that I’m closer to God in this way. The words that I choose whenever I write, He sends to me to deliver His light. It’s words I’ll use to praise His name, And words he’ll send to play this game.
1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2 He was with God in the beginning. 3 Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. 4 In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. 5 The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome[a] it.

Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |
Friends: Poetry Soupers,
Brethren of literary troopers,

I pray God to do my best
to wish us all a Christmas blest,

And if our loves ideas and bents
are not the same,
Perhaps we can meditate on
from whence we came.

At least in that light be together,
As Birds of a poetic feather.

I extend to you an olive branch
carried by peaceful Dove, 
And wish you
Mercy ,Wisdom and Love.

 We pray you have, Poetry Soupers 
 A joyous Christmas and happy New Year
May God bless All His literary troopers.

Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2010

Details | Light Poetry |
 I stood amidst the maddening crowds

 drowned in cries of disarray....

 Something about this gentle captive

 Encouraged me to stay.

 Through the crimson rivets flowing

 his eyes they pulsed with love.

 And through the swarming sea of fists

 His gaze was cast above.

 They kicked him down, with every lunge

 a vicious spite fuelled taunt...

 They marched their prey atop the hill

  to torture kill and flaunt.

  I braved the writhing mass of spite

  as i was in his debt i felt.

  I shuddered at his broken form

  every open wound and welt.

  His mouth grimaced in sheer torment

  as nails were driven to his wrists.

  Blood thickened on the sun scorched sand

  trickling from his tight clenched fists.

  They mounted him on the cross

  As he was raised for all to see.

  Anger toiled deep in my heart

  as the high priests howled in glee.

  All silenced by his final cry

  his broken chords in lamentation.

  He wailed unto the heavenly Father

  The God of our creation....

  Father God forgive them.. for they know not

  what they do ...

  Love was spilt from the beams that bore

  The man so pure ... so true ..

  And as he hung his deadening glare

  which faded in affection..

  Death had lost its mighty sting

  as he awaited resurrection.

     

Copyright © stephen clarke | Year Posted 2011

Details | Enclosed Rhyme |
In many times in my life I always looked for exits.
Could only get so far and I get pulled over in the intersections.
I called them the Hate PD.
Some of them I use to call my allies but I was to blind to see. 
They come at with their lights all blue and red.
Saying negative things that get inside my head. 
Making me break and pullover.
Asking God "why me", then I look over my shoulder.
"Landon this GPS conscience speaking.
These negative thoughts silence them, start doing and stop over-thinking!"
On the road again as I see the red and blue lights are getting closer.
Put my foot on the gas as they're yelling at me to pullover. 
Give up was turning into keep going
Now I see more lights as I'm doing a 65 in a 53
I'm weak turned into I can do all things through Christ that strengthens me.
Flying past those exits with no hesitation.
Because I'm not braking for anybody who wants to keep me from my destination.
No one can replace me.
And my enemies do not faze me.
Slowing down as I shed a happy tear.
Its quiet, I look at my rear view noticed the lights have disappeared.
Believe in yourself and God with all the problems your facing.
"Landon, thanks for driving. You have reached your destination." 

Copyright © Landon Browning | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
God took his time to make the world and we are truly blessed, 
He worked so hard for six long days but then He took His rest. 
A whole day off from His creation so what’s a deity to do? 
He slept late then got Himself some premium coffee to brew. 
Then He made himself some cinnamon buns and ate them on the deck, 
He wondered how things were back on Earth but resisted the urge to check. 
They’ll be fine for just one day. How much trouble could they find? 
I left them alone in a paradise and now it’s My turn to unwind. 
Then He remembered the serpent and the tree of wrong and right, 
And He began to worry that they’d never make it to the morning light. 
So He put on a robe and grabbed His keys and headed for the door, 
Then He stopped himself before He left and He paced across the floor. 
If He couldn’t trust them for even one day then what good would they be? 
So He decided to make a mutton sandwich and go and watch TV. 
But He couldn’t concentrate on the game and He was running out of chips, 
And taking a little walk in the garden would be much better for His hips. 
He went to check up on the kids in Eden and what do you suppose?
Sure enough He found the two of them running around in clothes.
They pointed fingers at each other and at the snake and at the tree,
And all the while He thought to Himself, they really do need Me.
That’s why God keeps Himself available no matter what the time or day,
So when we are in need of his strength we only have to pray.
Who knows? Maybe someday we’ll realize what there is at stake,
We’ll be able to take care of ourselves and then God can take a break.
But not yet.

Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2011

Details | Light Poetry |
My devotion is bigger than the ocean
Because i know that He is my portion
for miracles
  my peacefull feelings
My invisible guard and powerfull rod
that devides the sea's before me

My devotion is constant praise
When I feel my salvation
in the middle of days
Not just salvation from hell fire and death
But salvation from earthly trails I've left

My devotion is pure
because I escape satan's allure
it is my protection from ungodly selections
that make those suffer
what they cannot endure
from earthly damnation there is no cure

My devotion is sacred
it runs from all hatedred
from pride and predjudice it hides 
and harbors the message of the wise
to be faithful and when I die
my faith in Him will bring me back to life

Copyright © john loving iii | Year Posted 2009

Details | Prose Poetry |
THE CHOICE

HE WAS asleep
Between space and time
The first light on the world
Floated idly
On him
He was just born.

His folded hands
Glowed a pale pink
To keep the fire of life
He wondered if he was really awake.
Is it the true world?
Is it the true village?
Is it the true nest?
He kept kicking
And cried like a scared owl.

God trod to the next village.

Best of 2014 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor	Carol Eastman

from BIRTH FANTASY FAIRY CATS AND EVENINGS
Written on 8/20/2014	 
Poet: RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY

Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
This way that I feel, these dreams that I'm having
The rage that's held in, please Lord, let me release
The bottled up anger, laced with the bad memories
When will things change? Please Lord, Let me release

I search for the change, and I seek it through the shadows
I wish for this to stop, please Lord, make it decease
As the emotions boil, and the imagery is set, I paint
But the picture is all wrong, please Lord, make it decease

I can't erase the memories, the shell to thick to crack
Help me discover my path, and please Lord, let me release
The wisdom unheard of, gone in a single flash, to where?
Help me find my soul, and please Lord, let me release

I imagine a better place, in your arms is where I belong
Until then I'm alone, please Lord, make it decease
A victim of a broken home, and outcast to even myself
Questioning my mind, please Lord, make it decease

Lead me in the direction, you already know where I'll go
I'm lost and I need your help, but please Lord, let me release
Tired in these empty hallways, dehydrated of your love
Make me whole again, but please Lord, let me release

Copyright © Aaron Guttery | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
OH MY GOD!!!

Assemble all the gods we’ve built,
stand them in a line, then walk along
the corridor and ponder which is yours,
which is mine?  Dragons, stoics, satyrs,
saints, all stony faced with colored paints.
Some in regal pompous robes others missing
all their clothes.  Fierce and sullen, sour faced
one look to put you in your place, kind and
gentle, bended knee promising to set you free.
Ogre sneers on giant cats, fat and sassy spoiled brats.
These are the gods we have created.
Thank God they never met - and mated.


John G. Lawless

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
I feel like my nights is getting colder...
There's a lot of weight on my shoulders....
So much pain that I can't take....
So many smiles that I try to fake...
Living in a world with black walls....
Walk a little then fall in deep holes....
Try to reach high to see the light...
But there's no strength left to fight...
Use a pray for one rain drop....
Wishing to go back in time or make it stop....
Drowning pictures with my salty tears....
Starting a new life and throwing all of my life years....
All what I do is fantasize....
So I can believe that I'm a live....
I feel problems cutting my throat...
And darkness is getting over my thoughts...
I'm paralyzed and I can't make a sound....
I'm in a place that no one can find....
So I go back to god and pray....
Cause he knows what's inside with no words to say...
Maybe god will wash my sins....
And maybe my  tragedy  soon will ends....

Copyright © Dalia Shahein | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
How closely do we wrap our faith and conviction in life,
is it the things that determines who is our wife.
What morals do we instill and what scruples do we throw aside,
what is the true meaning of life and where does it reside?

What book, of Text is the complete divine word of all truth,
and are we to understand it before we walk away from our youth?
What priest's words will convict some but show pride on the few,
and why are those words the only one they think are true.

Is Salvation given to the slave of ignorance and greed,
for is not our own hunger for life and justice, our only seed?
I am truly vexed at the world that I was born into this time and place,
for I see only greed and selfishness, on every living face.

Where is Jesus? Buddha or the prophets that came before,
is this a world these  want prophets of no more?
Where did we go so wrong, that we are left completely alone,
cast in an ocean of discontent, dyeing on a forgotten thrown?

Stewards of life and the Earth we are held to this sight,
maybe our real salvation lasts in our very might.
There is the rub, for why should we look for God to do,
when the true work resides in me and you.

The rapture does not reside in the heaven's above,
it is to know that we should live with each other, in respect and love.
The truest God is perfect like we all can come to be,
for if you really understood life, you will see that God is simply you and me.

Copyright © Robert Niswander | Year Posted 2009

Details | Prose Poetry |
GOD we blame you for the evil that we do. Why don't you keep coming to our rescue? Just wipe it all away, make everything new so the crazy and foolish things we can continue to do, then maybe, we will believe in you.

You see, we are highly intelligent we think we know better than you so when you hear us croon we want you to dance to our toon, now we may sound like buffoons but GOD we want you to make life a cartoon. Thence no consequence.

Even as children we have learned if you play with fire you will get burned and if you do dirt a lot of people could get hurt. But your laws are old from so long ago where it also say you shall reap what you sow and your old laws we want to overthrow.

Yes GOD, we are very smart we just refuse to understand that you made life real and not wonderland, which is why we say a woman can marry a woman and a man a man. If you get that sensation then it's aspiration, to us it's a good relation but you call it an abomination. That we won't even mention cause we pay it no attention.

Because we want our livelihood, to live like Hollywood, even if it's falsehood we still want you to make it all good. So your laws we want to change or rearange. We love to shake our groove thing, to make life a game where nothing matters but fortune and fame.

Therefore, we want to be players coz we love to play, the problem is it puts us on ground of very soft clay. Although it feels on solid ground we stand, it keeps turning into quicksand. As we are going down wearing an ugly frown, bidding ourselves adieu, we blame you.

Now GOD if to our every whim you would cater then we would stop being traitors and haters but only if you be our personal waiter. Since your consequences can be brutal and trying to change your laws is futile then we are highly disturbed so we'll have to kick you to the curd. 

We don't care about the preachers broadcasting, that you and your Word are from Everlasting to Everlasting. Furthermore, if you are The Father and The Master why would you let people go through such horrible disasters, while letting children die of cancer.

Knowing very well we're looking directly at the answer. For we know it's a crime, a shame and a disgrace when they let children play on land full of buried toxic waste. They know it's there they just don't care because they are in the land of milk and honey, so they do it in the name of power, fame, fortune, Greed, MONEY.

And they don't fret because they know the people are not a threat. As we turn our heads, twittle our thumbs, act dumb and even get numb and expecting a good outcome. While the bigwigs keep snapping people like twigs and using the public as guinea pigs. As they poison the air, the land, the water and the food too, yet GOD we blame you for the hellish and heinous things we do.

I remember hearing my father holler, gather around and hear me sing, this is my castle and I am the king. No one would open their mouth because there was no way we could tell our father how to run his house. You are our Heavenly Father and The Creator , we want to be the dictators and you our personal waiter, snap our finger and you're the operator.

Its all Vanity and what is the meaning of INSANITY?

Copyright © Milton Robertson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
Nobody don't understand me anymore
because i am not the same person
i use to be because i am somebody
in Christ Jesus.

Nobody don't understand me anymore
because they don't know what i
went through during my trials
and tribulation.

Nobody don't understand me anymore
because i have been wash in the blood
of Jesus and i might not know it all
but my father in heaven loves me anyway.

Nobody don't understand me anymore
because i thank god for renewing my
mind with the word of god and 
fix my heart to loves everybody
that an't right in the kingdom.

Copyright © Katherine Jackson | Year Posted 2006

Details | Light Poetry |






When Heaven's plans for Man were prepared

Man insisted he to be free

His future asked himself to handle

From then into eternity



As millennia though have passed by

Man proved incapable to be

His own happiness to realize

Without divinity's decree



For that a choice is now asked to make

If he desires long to exist

All of heavens' commands to obey

Otherwise he will be dismissed!  
                       





© Demetrios Trifiatis
     28 January 2018

* I would like to thank PS and all my friends for honoring this poem
 as POTD!

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2018