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Blackberry Winter

Down where the blackberries now bloom
      Blackberry winter is near
Jack Frost comes tonight maybe doom
      With you here there's no fear

'Oar's frost might kill the early plants
       But in dreams they returned
Strong and better for fall's harvest
       Orange pumpkins weren't doomed

Blackberry winter has entered 
       My life left me barren
Devoid of warmth feeling much strifed
       Need again warmth of grandchildren

Holding little one close_ touch softness
       Strange how one misses small
Things like tenderness, acceptableness
        A kiss that comforts squall

Blackberry winter here to stay
        Or  miracle will come
For a miracle  steadily pray
        Baby on knee awesome

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011

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The butterfly's a symbol,
A symbol of rebirth,
A shedding of the former life,
To become a thing of worth.

A metamorphosis took place,
A new life has begun,
A creature of great beauty stands,
Where once there was a worm.

No more to crawl amongst the leaves,
She spreads wings of bright hue.
The past is done and over now.
Behold, all things are new.

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2017

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It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Circle halo rotates with your gem light

Friendship cotton soft internal beauty
the heart holds not looking blindly 
but should she find me adoring angel 
wings embracing dream of dreams shine

Living at the bottom of a mountain 
in the hill moss among'st nature 
to watch and accept what life brings spellbound 
each day brings new treasures delight

Dew into the deepest fountain springs forth 
one soul breathless frozen moment
diamond pure ice crystal clear stunning 
a picture of you held captive

Within the mind entering palace suite
doors open the still of night beams 
pearl smiles on our dancing silver shadows 
together tango we let scream 

Into darkness shining where the goose lays 
a golden egg filled with riches 
sparkling liquid honey melting deep pure
embraced warmly feelings crown you

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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Love and the blind

Love, adventure, and newness reigned
I arrived for laughter, not tears
No camouflaged crime will remain
Disguised, like aches and pain I bear

Those permanent scars your hands served
While your heart fluttered by your move
Measured by undisciplined nerve
Seemed you conceived burden you choose

Black was not beautiful that night
God of the invisible spoke
Into existence, acts of might
To show, t'was love that you provoked

The innocence of a child lives
In all of us, yet; we suffer
New and old, for lack of knowledge
A newborn lets us see clearer

It doesn't matter who we see
As friend, or lover, or masked foe
The Source reveals all enemies
In ways... you've never seen before.


Copyright © Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis | Year Posted 2015

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My Christmas Miracle

. If I could have a Christmas miracle, I would surely like to go Back to Mama’s bounteous table And the ones that I loved so. My dear daddy would still be there, My brothers and my son, My young husband and my mama Before the sad times had begun. And because this is a miracle, My sweet granddaughter too, Would be sitting by her grandpa Whom in life she never knew. My daddy would give the prayer of thanks, The rest would say amen. When all the food was passed around Grand feasting would begin. Every morsel would taste just like it did, When I was an active child And had whetted up my appetite With hours of running wild. My brothers would do some joshing, My daddy would joke a bit. With so much love around that table You could stick a fork in it. Not another thing could I ask for Nor more blessings from above, It I could have a day again Of such pure and endless love.

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011

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Stand and deliver

Shot out like a cannon ball
As mother lay there in her bed
Twisted and contorted 
Push down hard the nurse had said
Audience at bottom end
Were quick to save the head
What a pair of lungs cried out
Went from purple blue to red
Cleaned up cord cut and swaddled
Poor child's hungry wants be fed
Mum and dad proud as can be
Holding babe that they have bred

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2015

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Thinking Change

Fueled by alcoholic self-will run riot
Thoughts full of blame and deviance
Resentment, self-pity, lies and shame
Relief demands psychic change

Suggests twelve steps be taken
In withdrawal and body shaking 
Admitting powerlessness no disgrace
For transformation by God’s grace

Change is painful and not easy
Many meetings and lots of therapy
Process of cleansing and renewal
Thinking change appears doable  

Slowly my mind less chaotic and loud
Worry and excuses not allowed
Memories hold less pain and torture
Now rarely overwhelm or cause disorder

Things yet to come, what might have been
Faith stops from wandering back in
Restless, discontented, irritable feelings
Become less annoying with prayer and healing

Moral inventories of character defects
Lead to actions that bring self-respect
Good intentions never meant to be
All are replaced with honesty

Running into certain people can get intense
Past relationships that never stood a chance
Whenever possible still making amends
Cleaning up the past the best I can

Each day I pray for willingness and strength
To be the best I can be and go to any length
Living life guided by basic principles 
Changes my thinking and that is a miracle

Written 12-17-2015

Copyright © Susan Gentry | Year Posted 2015

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Breath of Love

The life that breathes in me would be no more
If the breath of love would not have been shown to me
Life did push me to my knees, living did become sore
But that spark of love did revive my soul willingly

I did not ask for it
I expected not to be given such a treat
I did choose the worst
Hoping it would quench my soul's thirst

But when love shone, I melted away
Caring not whether the skies remained blue or grey
For love of such kind is given to few
Love of such kind is the only kind of love that is true

Armed with it, I now can smile once again
For its breath did blow away my pain
Life is now made of sweetness
That Love did wash away its bitterness!

Love, love, love, being the cause of everything
Love, being so true, so fulfilling
To my beloved I shall say thus, thank you for your breath
If not for it, I would have indeed already met with my death!

Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2015

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My own Treasure Chest

While walking on a sunny beach
I suddenly gave out a screech
For my feet tapped
Down to a dark trap

It was none other than a chest
Written on it was, for the best
I opened it at last at dusk
And wowed at its fragrance of musk

A gem was placed in it
Colored bright and pulsating like a spirit
Full of life, it spoke
Thou must not take me for a joke

For I have the portal
I am the one so magical
With me, you shall travel
All over the universe O sheer Marvel

Keeping the gem safe
Finding in it hidden solace
My treasured chest became my grace
And became my most precious mace!

Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2013

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        Instructions of my Dad was my priority.
         He was my idol, philosopher- guide.
        Two years back I got opportunity
          to get myself really redefined.

      My father’s Colloquium at best.
      Memorial Hall Inauguration
      Each formerly scheduled and well set.
      No room left for my participation.

     Felt an urge to speak on this occasion.
     First, I wrote of him when he was alive.
     I must be loud on his recognition.
     I ventured on extempore speech to give.

      Spoke so well, I myself got astonished.
      Short, speedy, attractive to present Dad.
      Instant Tie with father was established.
      Forgotten fact miraculously flashed.

      I recollected, in Dad’s Cloud Chamber,
      forty years back I worked and was surprised
       to see me as only one in seminar
      working with Dad and I was redefined.

        Overwhelmed on realization
        of strong divine bond with my Late father. 
        I spoke as if on his illustration.
        Discovered myself as true inheritor.

  Contest No. 259 by Brian Strand

Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2016

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Like Any Miracle

Love offers all the happiness 
a fledgling heart can conceive.
Yet like any miracle 
it requires that you believe. 

Desire ignites passion’s flame 
luring a heart in neglect.
And places you in danger
of losing your self-respect.

Gathering remnants of tears
doubt enters your broken heart.
And it is devastating
watching your dreams fall apart.

Betrayal’s like being stabbed
over and over again.
And your heart’s bleeding inside
unaccustomed to such pain.

Feelings of uncertainty
converge to obscure your fate.
And the dark specter of fear
turns elation into hate.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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Nature's Lesson For Parents

I watched a hatching baby chick
struggling to break free from its shell
that was its home for many days
but now was time to say farewell

Mom had pecked into the shell
a tiny hole to start the process
She did her part dutifully
Now the chick must do the rest

I felt sorry for the struggling chick
and could almost feel the pain
I wanted to break off the shell
thinking it would ease the strain

Then I remembered someone said
The chick must struggle on its own 
to start its heart and lungs working
for it to become fully grown

I stood and watched as a miracle
unfolded right in front of me
All by itself the chick broke out
and stood there so cute and furry

There is a lesson here for parents
who are raising a family
Be protective of your children
but do not do it overly

*I actually witnessed this event.
I wrote this after reading Evrod Samuel's

john beharry, Any poem/Any form - for new poets of soup, 12/1/2013

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

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Surreal sexual experiences have my mind gone
From the beginning of my exploits, I was subdued 
Started off fully clothed,
ended up in the nude

On the mark, set, go!---I was off
Desperate to feel the passion 
I became the follower to her leader 
Addicted to her body fashion

She became my trend
Following her timeline 
Tasting her forbidden nectar 
Sending chills down the center of her spine 

Copyright © Jaquay Atkins | Year Posted 2016

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A Miracle At Number Twenty Three

God speaks to me often, I do what he asks
If I know He is asking, I’m up for the task;
no matter the reason, a job big or small
I will always respond when I hear the call.

One day, driving to work and I started to pray 
‘Lord, if you still love me, please use me today.’
So I watched and I waited for God to come through,
but now driving back home, I’d found nothing to do.

At a junction I stopped and I heard my Lord say 
His familiar voice and as clear as day:
‘Turn right into this street, the blue door - twenty three;
There’s a lady in there, who I want you to see.’

Without thinking, I followed His leading until
I was stood at the door, my eyes starting to fill,
but as I rang the bell, I was more than aware 
that I had not a clue what I was doing there.

The fear gripped my heart as the door opened wide
an old man said ‘You’re here!’ and he led me inside.
‘I’m here to help someone’ I tried to stay calm
as he drew me along with his hand on my arm.

‘Just in there, her name’s Mags – and she’s seventy five,
It’s that horrible cancer, she’s barely alive;
but she will not give up till she’s spoken with you,
In you go – I believe that you know what to do.

His hand at my back, I was pushed in the room
and was met with a terrible, blackening gloom;
In the darkness I saw on the bed - piles of rags?
But I choked when I focused my eyes  - it was Mags.

I pulled out my Bible and sat by her side
and as I held her hand her eyes opened up wide.
‘Will you read me a Psalm? Can it be 23?’
‘Good choice - you’ll get John chapter 14 for free.’

My tears stained the pages as I read the word
And she gripped my hand tight as our spirits were stirred
When I asked if she’d thought about Heaven today
‘Never once in my life – but you’ve showed me the way.’

It was there, in the gloom, that she prayed her first prayer
and then folded my hand in the curls of her hair.
‘The nails didn’t keep Him there - I was the one.’ 
as her pain now gave way to a smile - she was gone.

So I sat and I cried, Bible closed on my knee
when another voice cried ‘Can I get you some tea?’
By the door, the old man wiped a tear from his eye
as he watched his beloved bid her last goodbye.

I could read in his face the last weeks had been rough
‘You’ll be going home now, I’ve delayed you enough.’
‘Just one question’ I asked, as we stood in the hall;
‘How on earth did you know I was going to call?’

Well, I did call the Vicar last week, ‘Was he free?’ 
he would try to make some time next week, after three.
‘But if I cannot come, don’t you worry’ he said,
‘I’ll be sure to send someone else in my stead.’

By now both our faces with tears were stained
and we gasped at the miracle God had ordained.
My call had been heard; the Lord knew I was free
and the Vicar was busy – so Father sent me.

Copyright © Bill Lindsay | Year Posted 2015

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Miracle of the Hudson

On early Thursday morning, 
  Terror filled the New York sky.
And two engines were disabled,
  By a flock of birds passing by.

Departing from La Guardia,
  Bound for Charlotte, N.C.
US Airways flight 1549,
  Departed at 3:24 from NYC.

And moments after departure,
  A calm subtle voice was heard.
Stating to brace for impact,
  Before the impact occurred.

The plane essentially became,
  A 170,000 pound glider.
As the 58-year old captain,
  Became the flights safety provider.

And in a controlled descent,
  He steered the disabled craft.
Over the George Washington bridge,
  And safely sailing it like a raft.

155 passengers survived as his,
  Courage and heroism was outstanding.
On 1-15-09, the pilot of pilots, 
  Performed an amazing splash landing.

Inspired by the courage and heroism 
of Captain Chesley B. Sullenberger, III,
for the Miracle of the Hudson on 1-15-09

Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009

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St Patrick's Day Miracle

A heart-shaped clover forever stamped in my heart
The meeting of two souls that knew from the start 

An excitement of knowing that sparked a forever bond 
The day the Universe waved her magic wand 

A maternal soul who saw my light
A nurturing hand on my shoulder that gave me the will to fight  

From that day forward I knew we were blessed 
Two souls on a path to walk forever abreast

The wheels of her love endlessly spinning 
Has given me the gift of a new beginning

Copyright © Lisa Chapman | Year Posted 2016

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Miracle in the Mine

Miracle in the Mines

Dear Lord, you’ve been with them thus far
Please stay with them until they’re out.
They’ve shared unselfishly what they had.
They know what brotherly love’s about.

Please be with those who seek a way
To bring those buried men to light.
Seventeen days before they were found,
Not knowing whether day or night.

Please soften the rock through which they drill
And make their refuge stay secure.
Please keep their minds and thoughts on you
If four long months they must endure.

May their loved one’s voices comfort them
And let them know the whole world cares.
Loving people everywhere
Remember them with fervent prayers.

By:  Joyce Johnson

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010

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Euthanizing Miracles

Theologians all euthanize miracle’s glow,
Like a child might dehydrate and pin butterflies,
Jaundiced eye longs to render them all party tricks,
Puts the best under glass just to marginalize!

Shouldn’t miracle God sends then serve greater cause
Might this not be a subject worth treating in kind?
If we search our Earth's history, thousands of years,
Won’t necessity lead us at last to God’s mind?

There are God taunting voices that cry, “Bible’s fake!
Written after the fact! Accounts pulled from the air!”
But where poetry lives, how can life be alone?
With Love's colors revealed, never naked and bare!

Yes, verse fleshes life out! Bone is not all that soft!
And the breath of life gives a new heartbeat to time,
Rhythms dancing, form floating, white light, no despair,
For God lives down the track in the tower of rhyme!

Explanations all languish if god is true GOD,
Even scientists fall back on "models of truth!"
Serve Him still, but in Love, not to earn your reward,
Trust His Grace and have faith in soul’s eternal youth.

Brian Johnston
April 26, 2017

Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2017

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Angel Sayeth

Angel Sayeth

Dec 18,  2016 • By daniel miltz •

An Angel cometh to earth sayeth: 
Why ye' weeping 'n fret''
The tears you wept in regret
I collected them unto myself to get

I will present them to our Lord 
And he will return them to the heavens ward
To bless all things on the earth a-bôard
When the gentle rains fall in ac·cord

Copyright © Daniel Miltz | Year Posted 2016

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Miracle Mending

In the air these miracles swirling, 
Swinging down to hold her, twirling
Dancing in disparity,
tears filling oceans to cope,  
Another day to keep on living 
in the arms of divine given hope...

Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005

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Labour Room

I feel a baby leaping and
Moving slowly in the inside of me 
My womb the place of incubation 
For a new life's glorious visitation 

The felicity is gradually building up 
My baby will soon cross the rump
For I've waited patiently 
In dismay but valiantly 

I am going through pain 
As my body structure metamorphosis 
I'm pushing a spiritual trigger 
And my belly is growing bigger 

In my labour room I'll see God 
I'll  welcome him with a song 
A never ending song so long 
Through the paths of the red rose thorn

So I'm really going to have my baby 
In my ninth month of pregnancy 
The Physician said it will be a bouncing boy 
And now oh God I can't hide my joy 

Shall a man  create a man ? 
And shall a man bring forth a child? 
Shall God bring His Children to the Labour Room 
And not give power to bring forth from the womb? 

I'm in my Labour Room Month 
A miracle baby is about to be born 
Oh how glorious! How wonderful! 
How amazing! How blissful!! 

Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2017