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Who But God

Who but God could paint the evening sky
And use a brush that is a fiery torch?
Tonight, the garish sunset makes me high
In awe, I stand and watch it from my porch

Who but God could make the insects sing?
Cicadas droning on with their night song
Still better yet, to sing with legs and wings
Tonight, their cousin crickets sing along

Who but God could hang the moon and stars?
Each star a wish, the moon a silent friend
To light our nights as we live our memoirs
To pull the tides and push them back again

And yet, I understand, some don't believe
Who but God can grant them their reprieve?


    July 19 2017
  Religion or Philosophy

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017



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Love's Alchemy is Eternal

Love’s Alchemy is Eternal

Your look, touch, and scent now so perfect pure,
Enchants my true emotions and soaring passion.
I knoweth now our love shall always endure,
As God unites our souls as one by divine action!

Our sensual passion defines love’s spirit entire,
As we caress and kiss for this moment’s bliss.
Love’s alchemy maketh our spirits soar afire,
As we embrace our lips find that deepest kiss!

Our hearts beat now in a sacred tempo of love,
That reflects our real destiny, two souls as one.
This is God’s gift to us from Heaven high above,
As we wish these magic moments of eternal fun!

By Heaven, I pray our love’s alchemy forever,
And declareth my love shan’t leave you ever!    
 
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
June 27, 2016 (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2016

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The Hole Deep in One's Own Heart

The Hole Deep in One’s Own Heart

In moments of greatest loss, sadness and sorrow,
A hole formeth so deep within one’s own heart;
There it shall remain so for each ‘n every morrow,
Until life’s end when comes our Heavenly depart!

My dearest, such times of tribulation define us pure,
For we knoweth not all the twists and turns of this life;
We must keep our faith ever true, never it to abjure,
Whilst seeking angelic guidance from this human strife!

As we recommit our true faith in God’s blessings above,
We seek solace in His love that only our souls may find;
With this our passions ‘n emotions form the deepest love,
Giving us His blessing as our souls return His love in kind!

God’s love brings our eternal souls into His Heavenly space,
And makes our injured hearts whole in His Divine embrace!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 11, 2017 (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2017



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A Gift From God - A Sonnet

I am a wish, a prayer, from mortals lips
That reached heaven and  touched God’s fingertips
And returned to earth wrapped in flesh and blood
A gift from God’s unconditional love

So love and cherish me as God does you
And guide and teach me well in all I do
And through the years a garden we will grow
Filled with the fragrant beauty of the rose

And on the day I reach maturity
And feel the need like leaves to leave the tree
To show the world the colors that are  me
Rejoice in all the beauty that you see

For I am your  child the gift that God gave
No More than a wish and a prayer -  away. 

                            ~~~~~

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2011

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Your Beautiful Heart Doth Beat

Your Beautiful Heart Doth Beat

Your beautiful heart doth beat with rapture,
And the sweet of your kiss doth now swoon me.
We caress now and my soul you capture;
My love no place other I wish to be!

When we embrace my love in joy and fun,
Our hot passions spark an alchemic fire.
Our spirits soar high now becoming one,
Affirming love only God can inspire!

Your heart beats a brilliant tempo of love,
That enchants our eternal souls replete.
It’s God’s gift to us from Heaven above,
And His divine love is true and complete!

To God now I pray your love forever;
I declare my love leaving you never!    
 
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 14, 2015 (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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Feel My Reprimand

This poem gives a slightly different viewpoint of the meadow in 'Two Painters,' written by Arthur Vaso. His poem can be read by visiting his site at: http://arthurvaso.weebly.com/current-poems.html


From a hill overlooking the meadow green
I watched two painters with canvas and brush
Eyes focused on each other and nature's scene
I saw when her face took on a faint tint of blush

A basket lunch was laid beneath an apple tree
Skies grew dark when the serpent slithered in
Forbidden fruit not bitten, I watched them flee
Turning away from the evil temptation of sin

The meadow is again lush with morning mist
I removed the evil one with strokes of my brush
Two painters fell in love with their first kiss
I stand at my easel listening to songs of a thrush

I created the meadow and the man with my hand
It's you, evil creature, who will feel my reprimand

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2017

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The Gem


THE GEM

As precious stones are hidden and entwined
In minerals of ordinary worth,
They must be found, professionally mined
From common, rocky layers of the earth.
Extracted, polished, cut, they'll stand apart
As valued gems.  Neglected, they will share
In earth's destructive force—erosion's art—
Dissolve away with nature's wear and tear.

Oh God, you are both mine and miner; strip
This soul embedded in your work of clay,
And let your tools of grace and fellowship
Preserve the gem of Love from life's decay.
Cut many facets that reflect and show—
The worth of gem and miner in its glow.


Sandra M. Haight

~4th Place
Premiere Contest: Contest No 223
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 10/16/2016

~3rd Place~
Contest: Precious Stones and Gems
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged 11/22/2014

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

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To Touch a God

The earth is heaving its last sigh. Birds twitter in the growing chill. I wait for wind to sweep the sky. Like Icarus, though I may fail, from this green summit, I now spill myself onto blue heaven’s trail. . . I am flying higher than high! Wings carry me to that gold sphere I wish to touch before I die. Beneath - beasts cower in the grass. Soon everything will disappear and earth become like smooth cold glass. The earth is heaving its last sigh; I am flying higher than high. A Cornish Sonnet

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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The Magic of Christmas Divine

The Magic of Christmas Divine

Christmas cometh only once in each year, 
Infusing us with moments so divine,
Giving us God’s love in His cosmic rhyme,
As mankind basks now true in hope and cheer!
God brings us His Son’s love precious and near,
In a mystic rhythm of iambic rhyme,
Whilst we seek Christ’s holy embrace in kind,
Praising Him with our love true and sincere!

Christ’s passion gives us His true love replete,
As we bathe in Heaven’s light ever bright,
Sharing His endless love on Christmas night!
Christmas magic touches our souls complete,
As we celebrate Christ’s love here on Earth,
Praising His transcendence from mortal birth!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
December 16, 2016 (Petrarchan Sonnet)

Author’s Notes:
Meter: Iambic Pentameter
Octave: abbaabba | Sestet: cddcee

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2016

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Praise God With Me

We praise You for the mysterious sea
We fear Your glorious Name above all Names
More than the sharpness of shark fangs
We will forever sing of Your glory.
Oh, Architect of all Earth’s beauty,
King above all kings that reign, 
Deliverer from our every chain,
You are so ever praiseworthy!

Your Son died and rose again,
He holds the keys to Your kingdom,
His blood washes clean our every sin.
Behold the Spirit He said You would send, 
No one surpasses Him in wisdom,
He is our ever-present friend.

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014

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Finding God

Finding God The one who finds the Father Can also find the Son Then the Holy Spirit Can mark the chosen one. Then all time can be counted As time spent faithfully In service to the Holy One Who watches over you and me. Then words like grace and mercy Mixed with perfect love Are ours to keep forever When sent from up above. Thus, sonnets can be written And all our sin is smitten. Written by John Posey 8/10/14

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2014

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NATURE'S BEAUTY

I walk out in the morning for my health,
And learn a thing or two along the way.
Such knowledge brings abundance to my wealth,
And somehow sounds like wisdom when I say.
Waters of the river carry stories.
Just listen, you can hear the words unfold.
Sometimes it can wash away your worries,
And help you to get through your day. Behold!
A gentle breeze can whisper to your heart;
Like angels serenade a searching soul.
There's so much nature's beauty can impart;
If soaking in it's beauty is your goal. 
     Get out there friend and see God's art today.
     And get some exercise along the way.

Copyright © Robert Nehls | Year Posted 2014

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Shadows Past Cont

Shadows Past, Dance with memories of Yore
Shadows Past, Singing LOVE Songs for LENORE
Shadows Past, Crying Tears of agony
Shadows Past, Waiting for Eternity

Join together FOREVER and ALWAYS
Entwine with Lost Love in Heaven's Hallways
Ignite Love's Fire with a dying Ember
Shadows Past, Forgotten LOVE: Remember

I live in Death, waiting for death " To LIVE "
A Broken Heart prepares itself to Give - 
To YOU, LENORE: "My Everlasting LOVE"
A LOVE as Pure as GOD's Heavenly Dove


For Eons of Eternity as One
Spirit of GOD, Lenore and I : as ONE

Dedicated to Rebecca Larkin For Her Gracious Comment on "Shadows Past" (Rhyme)




Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2014

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I am blessed

I am blessed, I am loved
 His grace and mercy upon my life
 Is greater than the universe’s dimension
 And all of Earth’s demission and demotion
 Won’t keep me from my life devotion 

I am blessed yes it’s true
 His protection and fortification
 Is stronger than the world’s defenses
 In all the enemy’s attempts for my distraction
 And the corruption disrupting my trail
 Can’t obstruct me from my deliverance 

I am blessed and adored*
 His affection and devotion to me
 Extends beyond pacific leans
 All deceptions and confusions in my track
 Won’t extract me from his Compassion

I am blessed and so are you
 His love I am so eager to share
 I was extruded to excellence
 By my tutor a giant convection
 To convey his vast press

Lord, I have been blessed,
 Not only was I blessed,
 But I have been divinely favored 

Copyright © Matshidiso Mosia | Year Posted 2016

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The Astraunot - John Glenn

        THE ASTRONAUT = John Glenn
As certain as I see the world below
some things I'd overlooked, within my haste
come to my mind, and in it now, I know
we can't allow what time remains to waste.
 
What God's become, because we've let it be,
would change if only you'd see what I do,
spread out below, right here in front of me
a fragile sight--most delicate a view.

To see the whole thing, as it is complete,
the total world, big pictures only show,
is recognizing what's beneath our feet
was made by one who knows more than we know.

   My question's not to ponder as to how
    God made the world--but how to save it now.
           © Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016

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He Meant All To Me

When I was young I use to talk to God
in secret conversations in my head.
And I never thought that these talks were odd
no more than when I knelt beside my bed.

I would speak to Him mostly every day
asking for His help for the umpteenth time.
And I would beg Him to take me away
anywhere but home would have been sublime.

I lived in fear of my father's beatings
from early on God was my only friend.
And in my heart I cherished our meetings
yet the beatings and nightmares didn't end.

Now I'm as cynical as one can be
for where was God when He meant all to me?

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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Moonlight Dance

(Kyrielle Sonnet)

I believe that God invented dance
because I've seen the horses prance,

and watched dancers intertwine;
a dance by moonlight is divine.

I've giggled as the swirl of leaves
surrendered to an autumn breeze;

thrilled at the dolphin's smooth line
gliding freely through moonlit brine .

I've mocked the robin's bob and run
in comic search for wiggle worm;

winked at stars in heaven's design,
whose dance in moonlight is divine.

Such joyful movement will enchant;
I'm glad that God invented dance.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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Et Portae Inferi Non Valebit, Gates of Hell shall not Prevail

Et Portæ Inferi Non Valebit
(And the gates of hell will not prevail)


Gates of Hell shall never ever prevail
promulgation of Truth forever stands.
Soul and Spirit each rings a sounding bell
Fate's ruthless results judges all the lands.

Vanities of all men foolishly praised
Spirit's dark desires bearing bitter fruit.
Rejection of He that was truly raised
lies and corruption are the stolen loot.

Righteous hearts look to Heavenly skies
sincere prayers, deliver such bless reward.
Mankind races onward using blinded eyes
to an ending very bitter and hard.

In the dark shadow of this evil world.
Our Creator's redemption has been hurled!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-11-2014


Sonnet:
Syllables Per Line:  10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10  
Total # Syllables:  140  
Total # Lines:  17  (Including empty lines)  
Total # Words:  93

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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He's Still Working on Me

				
			I often lie awake and ponder life,
			more kind than cruel through my many years.
			The peaceful times by far outweigh the strife,
			and laughs have flowed more frequently than tears.

			What’s yet to be, the future—oh, so brief-- 
			seems hazy, so I look to God each day
			for guidance. It is still my firm belief 
			He has a plan, and He’ll show me the way.

			The past is an instructor I respect
			for guiding me through failure and success.				
			The present is the path that will direct
			me to the future I pray God will bless.
			  			  
                            God’s working on me still; I know that’s true.
                            Life beckons; there’s much more for me to do.

“He’s Still Working on Me” is found in some Christian songbooks.


			
			

Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016

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An Old Man with God

The taste of tobacco on my palate. 
Exhale of the smoke from within my lungs. 
For what it’s worth is this really valid? 
Read scripture of a man who spoke in tongues. 

Well, Lord! Another soul on the daily! 
With words meant only for your ears to hear. 
How to speak with you comes about vaguely. 
The blame is on the alcohol and beer. 

Asking for forgiveness for my mistakes. 
Sorry I stole from the collection plate. 
Can you help me with the body aches? 
A lot of debt with my sins as of late. 

Lord, you kept me safe even in my old age. 
Continue my story till the last page.

Copyright © Ty Townsend | Year Posted 2014

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On Horizon's Edge


Just like a halo on horizon's edge
where sky of gold meets ridge of orange glow,
as though almighty God stands on that ledge
to shine his blessings on the fields below.

The wind-blown grass with cattails standing tall,
like arms raised high to praise His blazing love,
embrace the wonder of this golden sprawl
of dawn, that brings His gift from up above.

This splendor of each gleaming new-day birth
that spreads the beauty of its warmth and light;
the power of all life it brings to earth,
reflects the mastery of God's delight.

Let's raise our arms like cattails, high in air,
as though almighty God was standing there.


Sandra M. Haight

~7th Place~
Contest: Three Choices - No.3 Sunrise 
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Judged: 12/17/2016

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

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My Spiritual Strength

When I embraced my Christianity
It brought me closer to serenity
God has been the best friend I ever have 
And I can depend on Him and His love

I found in this life a much clearer light
For God made my existence all things bright
He gave me the love of a family
That I will treasure for eternity

As I walk over joyous and sore times
I can feel His divine presence at times
Lifting me up and guiding me at length
Giving me hope and spiritual strength 

I hope that I will know more of Him still
And to live life according to His will


21 July 2017

Copyright © Elaine Gonzales | Year Posted 2017

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Oceans of Love

As I was walking through the sands of time,
dark storms were raging in my haggard soul.
The waves broke hard, with beauty so sublime,
their sprays were whispering of more to know.
Then, I was picking shells along the way
that tide had left there just beyond the bluff;
I thought to save them for a rainy day, yet,
somehow, knew that they were not enough.
I heard the message clearly, "Go within!
Use all your senses for becoming whole;
drink from My water, never thirst again!"
His ebb and flow touched deep into my soul.
 
From oceans filled with love by God above,
I was drenched in its spray, washed in His love.

(This sonnet took First Place in Idaho's state wide Creative Writing contest in 2015.}

Copyright © Catie Lindsey | Year Posted 2017

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From My Diary : Introspection


A watched pot never boils, it’s been said
and through my observation I have learned
the outcome of another pot instead.
Neglected one most surely will be burned.

Has it been way too long since I’ve been stirred?
Complacent is my current state of soul?
Do I wander, spiritual vision blurred?
Lord, your bestirring, let it be my goal.

This earthen vessel often must be changed
and challenged to become much more like Thee.
My stinking thinking must be rearranged.
Let holy agitation move through me.

Whate’er it takes, don’t let me stay the same.
Shake me by your Word, in Jesus’ dear name.

10/30/17
Submitted for From My Diary Contest sponsored by Broken Wings


2Timothy 1:6  Wherefore I put thee in remembrance that thou stir up the gift of God, which is in thee by the putting on of my hands. 

2Peter 3:1,2  This second epistle, beloved, I now write unto you; in both which I stir up your pure minds by way of remembrance: 
That ye may be mindful of the words which were spoken before by the holy prophets, and of the commandment of us the apostles of the Lord and Saviour: 






Copyright © Carol Connell | Year Posted 2017

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Why Hides the Sun His Face As In Defeat

LXXVIII 
Why hides the sun his face as in defeat?
The day is done and this ninth hour had come
As sorrows flood with tears that grace his feet
That faints the eye of such a tempest calm

Then stillness breaks the hanging Victor shouts
Man’s worst is done yet still may perish not
For God his best hath done that leaves no doubt 
Unblemished lamb in whom there is no spot

The grievous cross by which he suffered death
He welcomed with his open arms so wide
Forgave our sins, forever to forget 
And rent the veil that set a great divide

The finished sacrifice my gap did breach
What glorious grace is this by which I’m reached!

Copyright © Jun Gonzales | Year Posted 2017

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God's Christmas Angel

God’s Christmas Angel

God’s Christmas Angel is full of His love; 
A Guardian to those lost to His light.
Restore them to God’s path of divine right,
This Angel’s charge be with His grace above!
This Angel’s mission is replete with love,
And one prized in God’s holy presence bright;
One passion perfect in His holy light;
And one blessed by heavenly Saints above! 

This Angel cloaks those lost in love replete;
With true passion and holy spirit now,
To fulfill God’s wish—His eternal vow!
Love’s this Guardian’s power complete;
Her spirit to redeem those lost on Earth,
Bringing them God’s love and divine rebirth!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
December 2, 2015 (Petrarchan Sonnet)

Author’s Notes:
Meter: Iambic Pentameter
Octave: abbaabba | Sestet: cddcee

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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God Spelled Backwards

It’s no coincidence that the word God spelled backwards is a word that we all know for something by which we are often awed - a creature, which unfailingly, can show amazing grace toward any one of us! Our canine friend does not care how we dress or if we’re rich or poor. He makes no fuss when we do not endeavor to impress the way we do among our human kind! Love without judgment from this animal is like that of our Christ, whose love is blind to flaws and won’t desert us when we fall. This facet of God’s love is what I see when my sweet dog’s brown eyes watch over me. Finally entering this poem i wrote for Deb's contest. I don't recall the theme being exactly the way it is now described at the contest page, but I will enter this one anyway, for what it's worth!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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MOMENT OF TRUTH

How much stark evidence, how many proofs 
will be dismissed before conceit it fails; 
and of His mercy decide to avail 
this presumptuous species from faith aloof. 
Flashbang rumble! A thousand unseen hoofs 
galloped overhead, as clattering hail 
mass-pogoed as if emptied from some vast pail 
upon unsuspecting Tarmac and roofs.  

Mercy, I swear I heard the atoms split 
from molecules to create ozone 
as, outside close nearby the lightning hit; 
its acrid tang prevalent in a home, 
which for a charged instant that bolt lit: 
thrilling spectator as he watched alone.

Copyright © Perry McDaid | Year Posted 2014

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Divine Intervention

They said he would grow out of it,
All night I’d listen to his cough,
His nose dripped and wouldn’t turn off,
When it got bad, he would vomit.
The doctors wouldn’t promise
Their treatments would pay off,
After years, they acted a little lost
When he showed almost no progress.

I kept praying for his healing,
Suddenly, good news without question, 
Test results showed normal breathing,
The doc said, “Stop the medicine!”
I’m still reeling from the feeling,
That, my friends, is divine intervention.

*This poem is based on true events.

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014

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How Not to Start a War

War is a sickness that kills one by one,
you never know it's coming until - BAM!
It will sneak up on you like a hit man,
and it makes sure to take your only son.
When I think about what they could have done
to stop this madness before it began,
my thoughts are of preaching's from a wise Man
named Jesus Christ, only begotten Son.

He talks of forgiveness and being meek,
to always show kindness to thy neighbor.
Even if they aren't worthy of your time,
still, you must love and turn the other cheek.
Don't be too weary of all your labor,
that you are willing to commit a crime.

Copyright © Veronica Andemariam | Year Posted 2014