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Details | Tanka |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013


Details | Rhyme |

One Answer

"Show us God", they cried aloud
Said with trickery from the crowd

Then a faint voice served with smile
Said, "Look my friends,
Look at the child!"

Brenda Elizabeth Rose

Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tail-rhyme |

The Unborn Child

The Unborn Child


I wonder will they let me in? 
Will they furnish me with life support?
I want to be my Grandpa's friend,
his pride, his joy, and his hero in sports.

Really, it’s not his decision
for these nine months to go on through.
Mom and Dad, it’s up to your religion
to see that I’m worthwhile and needed, too.


Oh God, I’ll make them love me, 
please, God, tell them both to go on.
I won't act hardheaded, nor wicked nor will I be ,
apathetic and sad, nor gripe and moan.

I’ll lie restfully in my Mother's arms.
Please, God, tell them both to let me be 
BORN.

Copyright © Mark Turner | Year Posted 2016


Details | Pastoral |

Child of God

I'm a child of the One who gave the earth it's design(created)

When I think of it, it blows my mind

That the God above would come down for mankind

Heal the sick, the lame and the blind

Preach the Gospel of the Kingdom to come

Tell the world that He is the One

The only way to Heaven above

And that's why He came down because of His great love

He was wounded for our transgressions, bruised for our iniquities

Suffered to the point of death, such a loving person was He

So that those who believe in Him can spend their eternity

With Him in heaven that's where we'll always be

A place free of sorrow, pain and calamities

That beautiful moment when Lord Jesus' face we see

Our bodies will be glorified and we'll be the same as He

All we have to do is to Admit, Believe and Confess

And the Lord Jesus Christ will take care of the rest

Change our entire life even though it's a mess

Coz He is a compassionate God full of kindness

So once we are saved we must become witnesses

So that others can also share in our happiness

He is coming soon to take us home with Him

So we should live a righteous life one which is free of sin

Copyright © Charles Abraham | Year Posted 2017

Details | Couplet |

Trust

God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity

Copyright © Amy Rose | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Blessing

Priceless pearl
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel

Heaven sent
Angelic countenance
Beauty so pure

Lovely daughter
your character delights
my devotion forever

Heartbeat on screen
My unbelief ceased
the moment
You
first squeezed my finger





Copyright © Christina Holmes | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

My Best Friend

My best friend
Is your best friend too!
He died for me;
He died for you!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

Lifting Me Up

My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

The Puzzle

I don't have all the pieces together;
This puzzle is just too much,
But God already has it figured out
As He is solving this from above.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

Fallen Victim

I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

Child Jesus

Viva Santo Niño! Viva Child Jesus! We dance in your grace, We sing for you, Oh, Child Christ! Oh, Child Christ, In your festive season, we delight Touch us and our children, You are their patron saint. You are their patron saint, With your heart so meek and mild, Your obedience from infancy You ‘re a bright star who guides. You’re a bright star who guides, Leading graciously to one’s dream In your red vest you spread love, Our verdant life in you vest of green! ©2016Leonora Galinta All Rights Reserved Jan. 16,2016 4.30pm
--Third Sunday of January is the feast of the image of Child Jesus. Many Catholic Churches in Asia celebrate it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |

Enjoy This Place

Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Beautiful Children

Singing around in love;
Smiles built from the ground.
Holding hands in the dance;
Laughing with brothers and sisters,
All in His Glorious Name.
Throughout His perfectly sculpted land:
Look around because this is it;
Look around because this is love;
Look around and know, understand, comprehend,
Rejoice because you are perfect;
You are God's beautiful children!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Death of a Child

King David was completely forgiven for his sin by God
     But still had to endure the death 
     of his child as punishment.

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |

The Butterfly and the Drone

Part 3 to, Thunder and The Future Soldier, a Trilogy

A wee little boy
From the other side of the world
In the hills of Virginia
Where serenity and calm reign

He meanders home from school
Baseball was such blast
All boys should be sentenced to such enchantments 
He smiles, as his eyes gleam at father’s computer

Wow, a video game he sees
How I love those games he exclaims!
Curiosity has captured his imagination
As he plays with mouse and joystick

Far far away, in the land of ISIS
A jeep filled with soldiers
Whose only goal, is to fulfill their hatred
Allah they say, when it’s only narrow minds they worship

A drone fly’s overhead, surveilling these routes of ancient hate
Silently filming the movements below
Now we have an eye on the devil, from afar
Our heads in the clouds no more

The little boy is good at this game
He has played super Mario and more
So he takes his best shot
And KABOOM  the jeep of devils explodes

The drone fires his missiles
Obliviating those inhuman targets below
Command and control in shock
The drone was unarmed after all

The little boy jumps in glee
That video game was tons of fun
Through an open window
The Butterfly flutters overhead, 

A silent smile

Justice undone, now restored

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic Verse |

The number the brand

When I met her , a very old lady she was , yet inside lay a frightened child .
I felt my heart cry , I felt as if I was touching history itself , as I made this older lady, child,  chai .

I remember the day , and so many tears I have cried
I have cried before she and I met 
As a child , so many tears, left confused inside .

Not understanding Why , and how could we stand by and live our lives as if this never happened ?

It happened , we are left in dismay of the movies seen the accounts taken of History 
My self ..I have caught stereotyping the very people whom did this to she , the rest of her Family erased .


The white candles we light , we try and forgive , or just simply block this pain out completely.

It occurs , over and over , as it has been said History will repeat .
When thinking of my children , when I think of that little girl losing ,  cold and scarred , feeling only defeat .

There is a lesson here and I pray , that all whom have been taken from life , have no pain and are gifted spirits throughout eternity . May they be warmed with love,  and reunited with the ones they lost .

The first time I met her , her old hand I took and warmed it with mine , I held it for a long time . 
You could not,  but notice ..the Evil imprinted on skin , the Evil only to remind.
This very old Soul , in her eyes you could see . 
The child that once lived , so innocently free, not aware yet,  of the Hostility .

I speak of a Little girl, I speak of a old woman , I speak of a Jewish,  chosen Religion.

There as I held her frail , old hand  , a brand , a number stamped in Evil a long time ago .   In 1945  , once in our distant, yet Frightening  past . 

We should never forget , never forget it happened , never forget all the names .
If we do , we have learned nothing , A World living in Shame .
                                " Etta Babooshka Kofman  "

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Aliens at Your Bedroom Window

Don’t worry now child
There's no god, so worship space
You are not alone.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2012

Details | Couplet |

A child's plea


Dirty rotten scum to take the life of an innocent one torn away from my childhood but not yet thrown into adulthood you've given me a life of pain certain to only knowing, that never again, will the days be the same but I have found my new freedom here, within these mighty walls known as Gods kingdom

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

He Just Began

I went to the chapel today
And I thought of a mother's loss
When I saw a picture of Mary
Praying at the foot of the Holy Cross.

To see a child suffer
There can be no greater pain
Especially one of your own
The one you have blessed with name.

She was there for the Crucifixion
And after His persecutors had gone 
They had tried to end His Sacred Life
"But the Lord had just begun!"

Brenda Elizabeth Rose

Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |

Christ Child

In eternity past, the Father asks the Son to go down.
Having equal Love for humans the "Yes" comes fast.
When Creation leads to time, the world waits for 4 BC
Marking the start of the end of Satan's long rule at last.

Did Satan laugh at the poor setting for Jesus' birth here?
A cry in a cave for animals pierces the night, changing all.
Shepherds worship; later wise kings give precious gifts.
Mary and Joseph marvel, yet Herod's rage soon gives a call.

A call to leave quickly to Egypt where they'll live as refugees.
Sparing the Christ child a merciless death of those under three.
When Herod finally dies, Jesus' parents head back to Israel.
Still not fully safe from mad rule, Nazareth is their destiny.

Here the child will grow to be a man, following His parents rule.
Surprising the Pharisees with His wisdom at 12, at 30 riling them.
Preaching with authority, healing the incurable, loving the humble.
Women weep repenting at his feet; one's healed by touching his hem.

Zacchaeus risks going into a tree and finds Jesus' salvation so free.
Nicodemus comes at night to ask and ends amazed he's met God's Son
The Woman at the Well gets far more vital water than the usual kind.
And many healed can't but tell others of the miracle God has done.

The babe in the manger now stills the storm and his disciples believe
Even seeing the dead arise, like Lazarus in the tomb for four days.
Foretelling a greater rising coming but not before immense suffering.
The sword Mary was told would pierce her heart is soon on its way.

For most religious leaders cannot tolerate Jesus' lack of respect for them.
Calling them whitewashed tombs and pointing pride out to Pharisees.
Not endearing Himself with the establishment, but following God's way.
Knowing soon He'd be betrayed, arrested, tried and tortured brutally.

Still, he calmly feeds them body bread and blood wine in a final feast.
Tells them the Spirit comes, and prays they'd be one like Father and Son.
Heads to the Garden, prays to His Father for another way if possible.
Your will be done ends and the soldiers come and with Judas kiss it's done.

The most pure, innocent Man who's ever lived is now in hostile hands.
A trial by dark without witness or any rights – and off to Pontius Pilate.
Then Herod then back to Pilate whose wife dreamed Jesus was innocent.
But the people's cries to crucify win over – Jesus caught in intrigue's net.

The child of Bethlehem now hung on a Cross between two criminals.
The Light of the World by darkness and our sins is being slowly slain.
Feeling forsaken by God, but then "Into Your hands I commit my spirit."
Reunited and soon to show the world that this Child was no ordinary one.

Risen as Jesus predicted, for how can death conquer everlasting, perfect life?
From childhood to adult not one sin, not once yielding to Satan's temptations.
Proving we can have life eternal if we confess and believe in Jesus as our Savior.
Calling His followers in risen form to await the Spirit and share Christ to the nations

Copyright © Scott Bronner | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!

Copyright © Amy Rose | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

The Birth of Jesus Christ

Mary and Joseph fairly did it,
That night when they each gave, 
Everything to the other, 
In energetic zealous rave.

Heaven and earth co-aligned, 
Stars shone just on them,
Nature whispered unabashed,
As their voice was of 1000 men.

Morality and good were with themselves, 
Unmarried yet with child,
But they knew their baby’s genotype, 
His personality, meek and mild.

In fear of reputations pull,
They adjoined him with God, the divine, 
And accosted the shepherds interest:
The people, the folks on the vine.

There had been predicted, 
By the world’s predictive prophets,
A saviour by name of Jesus Christ,
In etymology’s linguistic minuets.

This man was to be the saviour, 
Of the then known world from doctors,
Who only treated the rich and not,
Those who to them were doctor callers.

The baby’s name was already up for question, 
And Joseph had complete discernment, 
There was a census of the population, 
Which Joseph completed with endearment. 

There was no god to whisper a name,
His parents had to decide on his needs, 
They had to determine the appropriation, 
Of the prophesies and the creeds. 

So they maybe called him Jesus Christ, 
As false as false could be, 
And that he became such bold and true,
Is due to his own credibility. 

Although in life he may have been confused, 
About his birth name from Mary’s heart, 
He had twelve close friends and brothers, 
Who helped his career start. 

These disciples were to me colleagues, 
Of the man who could heal, 
And for a first mover in equal care, 
Twelve is a respectable peal. 

So Jesus became Jesus Christ, 
By his own work and thought, 
And to know this is to have 
Knowledge of history taught. 

This historical Jesus makes most sense,
Navigates literature’s demands, 
Gives interpretation its true space, 
And issues no religious commands. 

Understanding the Jesus meme, 
Depends on reading about the child, 
Accepting his parents circumstances, 
Forming the context of the ancient world.

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

A Son Who Turned His Back On God


I know of a son who turned his back on the God he once knew!
Praying for him, was all that his family could hope to do!

The truths taught to him as a child, he now began to reject!
Spending an eternity without God…  He refused to accept!

He told his friends, about his “newfound theology.”
It sounded like he found some new kind of psychology.

Rather than accept the truth of God’s word, as he would find.
He would twist scripture to fit his own state of mind!

He would say; “the God of heaven and hell doesn’t exist.”
“It doesn’t matter how you live!”  Is what he’d insist!

He rejected God’s gift and wonderful plan of salvation…
And chose to believe “whatever fit his own situation.”

I began to see his life sputter from a hurtful heart.
It just seemed like everything around him “fell apart.”

God wanted to help, but he didn’t believe he needed him!
God was there!  But he made it clear that he didn’t believe him!

Many years went by, and this son started growing old.
He became a bitter and broken person, I’ve been told!

He did his best to remove God from his family and home.
Now, it was just him!  And he was all alone!

Then one night, he cried out and called on Jesus’ name!
And confessed of all of his sin, guilt and shame!

This son, who had drifted from God for so many years…
Was filled with a true love, and a joy that brought tears!

He had returned to God!  And God changed him!
God will always be faithful!  And will never leave him!

Won’t you too, accept the life that God wants to give you?
He can change your life!  Just because he LOVES YOU!

By Jim Pemberton   

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

A trapped JW child

           >>1111>>A TRAPPED JEHOVAH"S WITNESS CHILD<<1111<<

It was lost and cost me my childhood,
As I stood innocently, couldn't even wear my hoodie, 
Lord help me, as we just past October,
Remembering the days I thought were over, 
A cover religion using the name Jehovah,
Made my mind fall over,
Strange behavior as they seek their savior,
Naive, miseducated people that I hated,
Was a kid made to sit for hours being indoctrinated,
Within a cave, felt like a slave, 
Suppressed with heaps of fools,
Within a building called a kingdom hall,
With invalidated rules that make a person feel small,
Treacherous tricks I see infiltrated from within,
Creating sheep that don't question,
Then brainwashed into believing it is a sin,
Sinister ministers loud and called elders,
Cold and scolding holding authority, 
Immorally molding cognitive dissonance, 
Within Jehovah’s Witnesses,
I confess to this with my head high,
This is the reason why I'm this out of it guy,
Behind my narratives inspired from above the sky,
They be writing twisted thoughts distorted by,
Strategically placed lies that haunt,
Torn, Scorned, warn out from stress,
The Watchtower Society, what a mess,
As I address the way I feel,
I left the fear mongering cult and now I feel real

                               >>1111>>Quincy Mac<<1111<<

date written: 23.11.2015

Copyright © Quincy Mac | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic monologue |

Devil's Wine

 I see your tears,and it breaks me apart~I wanna reach across the moon to get inside your heart

 I see the scar's he's left and it tears my soul up inside It makes me want to spew ice and throw fire

 Down for just him to enjoy in his own forever never~ending~torturing Abyss! It's all fun & games

 to him were all his little toys, God reaches one of us there's a million more for him to torture~Torment

 and infest. We never learn our lesson's just keep doing each other harm~ Have you ever heard the

 term were you raised in a Barn?

 

Close the Door, wer'e such silly kid's everyone of us~We get hurt keep it in then move on~ push communication

plum to the side.It's like a soda that's been shaken once the lid's off it explodes. If we don't deal with our feelings,

Where the Heck do you think they go?? A gentle hand is what our God really want's us to extend Don't Let the

Devil invade your Soul till you have nowhere else to go. We wonder why our children show up in school toting guns

It's because they're afraid~They are scared Theyre ALONE!

 

I'm looking into you and I see myself so deep within~Your a Beautiful~Shining~Spirit~Don't let the Devil get his

Muse. He's see's the flicker of a shine and it makes his heart quake and shiver deep inside. He know's his Doom and his Throne is only in place for a short time He want's to taste Now the Best & finest of the Wines. Don't worry sweet child Our

God's promises will eventually come true. We just have to guide, Love ,Teach,Retrain what it means to Truly be Kind.

Love each other Look beyond just.Me~Me~Me! We get so caught up in this world sometimes we just don't know what

to Do!

 

Love~Love~Love~ That's the Motto I Like to Live by. There for a time I got so lost and confused Then My wonderful god

Gently~Reached out and touched my hand~Said child You've known there's alway's been I that would understand. Now Let me Show you True Love and Let me Gently guide,softly~yet~firmly,reteach,and show you your misguided ways if you'd open your eyes you'd really see there's so much work you could do. Stop rotting your Brain and coming up with

all this Bad~Self tallk and more suffered abuse. Open your eyes Be Authintic~Be Real~Don't be a Pushover~ Remove The bitterness and anger inside your Soul its not yours to keep child I told you to let that GO! But forgive and Know how to Love VERY Well. Walk in the ways you think Jesus would do~Remember all the Torture~ The pain~ Mistrust~and abuse he went through for You.

 

God has given us Life so Precious and Rare, So many Beautiful things that we just can't explain~Its time that we open up

and try and save this world~That's now my mission in life~I won't stop till I reach my Goal I will be part of God's Soldiers

I have nothing to hide I'm all about Truth So Devil Let's lay it on the line.This girl will be Turning your wines into Fire~The ones that I reach you'll no longer Drink from. So if you see me you better turn the corner & Run! It's Red against Red Let's Fight~Fire with Fire~ God's got many soldiers who'll stand right along beside me if I need them to!With my God no longer am I afraid of YOU!

 

BY:Christina McCullouch

Copyright © Christina McCullouch | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Raising Bread

            Raising Bread

When I was a little boy things were complicated
Let me start again
Yesterday I turned 7 and I don’t know how to read or write
I don’t know words and I don’t know letters 
(Don’t ask what I’m doing here.  Just have faith.)
My parents think I’m slow and not too bright
We are very poor and can’t afford no schooling
But they gave me a bible and made me make my first Communion
(That’s a Catholic thing involving a thin disc of bread called a holy host or holy communion, to be consumed.)  
I use the bible for a pillow 
Someone told me a fragment of a story from the holy book
I can’t remember anything…. but
This is my favorite part
Something about our Lord and Savior who took bakers from their shops
He made them bake the bread, morning noon and night on mountain tops
And on the third day, He Himself, did the raising of the bread 
When I’m in church I’m still confused.  
The communion wafer disc of bread is flatter than lasagna
When I die I’m taking a loaf of bread with me to heaven
To learn about the mysteries of faith and nature
I’ll show the loaf to our Lord and Savior for an explanation
About what He said
About the raising of the bread

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain |

Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

God Knew Me Before I Was Born

God Knew Me Before I Was Born! God knew me, before I existed! He was there, before my name was listed! Before I was born, he had a divine plan! He was there, before I reached out my hand! Before I knew who I even was, or my name… His life for mine, way why his son came! Before I could put on my shoes and clothes… He had called me! It was I… That he chose! Before I was old enough to make up my own mind… He was there waiting! So patient and kind! Before I became an adult… I refused to believe! Whatever God offered... I didn’t want to receive! Before too long… I had my own family and home. But then family left me... And I was alone! Before God… I came, and cried and repented! The inside of my mind felt confused and tormented! Before I really knew what was actually going on… God reached inside and forgave me of past wrongs! Before the next day was coming about… I found a new love and peace throughout! Before God, I know that he’s changed me! I have found a new life for eternity! Won’t you come before God and accept him too? You’ll never know what he can do for YOU! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

That's Where The Lord Lives

I walk outside to see all that I can see.
Over there is our house, our home,
In the distance, you can see.
And that place of hallowed happiness
Forever has been our home
And forever will be so evermore.
That house is small but raised us tall,
From the perfect parents who loved us so
To the perfect sister for which every man would want.
The house built us all up strong.
More than a mere building,
It is a place to love and be loved,
A place that hands you hope that you give right back, 
And a place of everlasting faith.
This home is where my parents taught me about God
And opened me up to Jesus.
They opened the eyes of the blind for all to see,
And the blind included me.
They taught me to be the best I can be;
The best things in life are free.
They have taught us so well,
And they all have saved my soul.
Even if I am not there now,
I carry Him with me.
I carry them with me.
I carry Their values and Their teachings with me.
In this house, this home,
We reside.
We cannot forget this.
This is where my Mother lives.
This is where my Father lives.
This is where my Sister lives.
This is where We live,
In this loving, caring, beautiful home
They made just for us.
We cannot forget this either.
This is where it all began. 
This is where the hunger and thirst was created;
This is where we are fulfilled.
We cannot, we must not forget this:
This is where God lives.
This is where Jesus lives.
This is where The Lord lives;
The Father and The Almighty.
This is where We live;
This is where We reside.
We must not forget this.
We must not forget this:
What a beautiful and perfect life this is.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2012