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Life's Second Chance

     Of chances lost and memories I've wept
     As misty silhouettes dance from heart to mind
     When once before no oath was kept
     This grief I've felt cannot stay blind

     Yet once again my hope gains strength
     This gift from you must share its due
     I pray to give new light true length
     With blessed intent to start anew

     Life's scars hold not their own recourse
     Alone, I dare not dress these wounds
     You've put an end to all discourse
     No more healing balm is to be found

     To have such peace again to share
     Please walk with me as I dream to dare

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Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2016

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     If only one shall know my name
     With pride to care that I have been
     A title that might share such fame
     And from my cause true passion seen
     A name that defines one life
     Worthy of fame's price to bear
     Lived for peace and free of strife
     That's just, in honor, not from fear

     I'd be content if called by God
     A name that's less than pride affords
     That leads to paths so seldom trod
     For fortune undescribed in words

     From true hearts let names be heard
     May lives with love define the words

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Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2017

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Natures Carnival

From the fairest fresh of spring,
beauty thrives in blissful wonder
so do with youthful invitations cling
to arms that cast this spell I'm under.

All dreams replete in perfect rhyme
before a single furrow's sewn
in no less mockery of time
the hand of God hath surely grown.

If left to peace and of its own,
this will creates by its device
for purpose pure, its poem known
that leads the way to paradise.

Choices lived in festival,
Captivate life's carnival.

Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2017

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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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To Live in Heaven

The two kinds of sins are Original and Actual Sins
Original Sin is what we inherit our first parents, Mama Eve, Papa Adam
We are brought into the world with guilt on our soul
Original Sin was transmitted by natural generation to all his descendants
We are cleansed only through Baptism
The other kind is Actual sin
Actual sin is any willful thought, desire, word action or omission forbidden by the law of Eternal God
Chief sources of actual sin are Pride, Covetousness, Lust, Anger, Gluttony, Avarice, Sloth or Laziness
Actual sin or Daily Sin
We are cleansed only by the Sacrament of Reconciliation, Confession or Penance
We must first have the 3 initial sacraments
The 3 sacraments are Baptism, Confirmation, Holy Eucharist
Before the other 4 sacraments
To live in heaven with our Lord


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2014

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Altar call

Altar call

In the name, blood, wounds and death of Jesus on the cross,
And by his resurrection on the third day,
Jesus, the first born from death,
The only warrior with power that conquered death,
Altar call of all children to the light,
The children of the whole world,
Don’t be deceived by this dark world,
Being promised riches, big houses, big cars,
And the first mission is to kill your parents, next all your relatives,
Welcome to the promises,
Car is an ugliest snake, house is the cage, money works in the dark, hard labor,
There are no real things in the dark work but fake,
If you killed all your parents and relatives,
You will be left with no one to protect you,
And be left with no option but to continue in the dark,
And become the slaves of hard labor of darkness,
But if you run to Jesus, and let Jesus into your heart,
Reading a bible starting by John Gospel,
Making prayer in the name of Jesus,
You become forever free indeed in Jesus name,
And only light will shine on you,
By light you will know and see all tricks of darkness. 

Copyright © Mulaudzi Ndifelani Eric | Year Posted 2015

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Kingdom Builders

July 31, 2013

Kingdom Builders

Holy Holy Holy I must say to all.
Long day hard day I am with you.
Hot day cold day it is for me too.
Days months or years you I call.

You have displayed my visual doll.
Multitudes of truth seeds you grew.
Spoken for as spoken words abrew.
I grant you the light in that dark hall.

Never say never!
Never look back!
I am yours forever!
I am with no lack.

I am always the hands of  filters,
Observing my Kingdom Builders.

(C) Copyright 2013  Ann Rich

Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2013

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The scent of water

Hard may be the paths that are given to us Harder still they may be, when we choose not their way Yet, to abide to them we shall, always without any fuss For we are after all lost, blind and we need to find our way! This way that we do seek, is it not known as the end The end word known as death, the end of life and love If death be the end, then pray we do have faith on a ready stand Of course, life, at the scent of water does evolve! Holy water, sprouting from the root of mystery Pray do come and lead us all Take us there where all is holy Where always we hear songs of the choral! Life does not end with death, life gets renewed In this world, or another, by the Holy One, it is always brewed!

Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2014

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Can yet the joy of Christmas love assure,
His wisdom shared in praise of child’s rebirth,
Remind to modest souls of bliss secure,
In heaven’s glory, hail his divine worth.
Sincerest carols sung in seasons song,
To welcome Christ in festive joy of peace,
Most worthy love to claim for life so strong,
As tenderest belief will never cease.
Save and rejoice the message kept alive,

Give all thy love to cheer thy love’s reform,
In days of blessing, wherefore peace shall thrive,
For kindness reigns when loving thoughts conform.
This day and festive season’s fare enthral,
So hail the Lord his greatest gift of all.

Contest: Something New - A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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Someone Lives, Greater than Ourselves

 Some people say that God does not exist
Because they cannot see his face or hold
His hand. The denial of the atheists,
The Godless ones, should make our blood run cold.

We see the face of God in lightning storms
And recognize his touch in rainbows bright.
The mountains echo his majestic form;
His presence comforts us in darkest night.

We see his teaching in the flowers that grow
And know his truth in every spark of life.
In every laughing child his pleasure shows;
His promise is our strength in times of strife.

The only ones who would Himself refuse
Are those who will not live within his rules.

Copyright © Karen Ruff | Year Posted 2014

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Set Me Free

Set me free Lord set me free,
Take this evil I lay with away.
Take this torture turn it astray.
Walk with me just let me be.

Look inside my heart to see,
Erase my mind as I do pray.
Renew my spirit all in a day.
Sign me up for a high decree.

Leave all this as dust in the wind,
Scatter past present and future,
I will not falter nor will I bend,
Send it all away with no suture.

Set me free Lord, take this madness and put it in its place.
I must warn you it wears a mask to cover up its ugly face.

(R) Registered:  2013  Ann Rich

Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2013

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What is Man

What is man, his flesh got without assent,
Or the broad brushstrokes of his star filled mind.
Neither will sit for another's judgement.
One is chance, the other of boundless kind.
Perhaps man is his actions, though so oft
They go wrong or are unintended acts.
And desires remain surfeit or un-soft
Propel rash deeds, dark thoughts and sordid pacts.
If action alone can not define man
For marred by accident; then is intent
The mark to judge.  But intent is more wan
Than acts, for can only be guessed at bent.
What is man, neither flesh nor mind, if not
Whom he loves and for whom his hate is hot.

Copyright © Julien Ringuede | Year Posted 2014

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Sonnet to the Christ

That the brilliance of His majestic ways
and fire that burns from His white-hot eyes
give light to space of infinite, vast size 
and shine on martyr’s endless lift and praise;
that the grace He shows them endures and stays
in them and keeps and seals their lips from lies
for hearts and minds to remain pure and wise
and give His Word divine, angelic raise;
that the millennial Kingdom's earthly time
arrives after end times' brief, labor pangs
and saves God's children from sin's filthy grime,
so they who were tempted by Satan's gangs
will live on in glory and in their prime
once Christ defangs the Serpent's deadly fangs!

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2013

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Second Coming

Yours in the blood that set us free
we come in honor as it be
to bind in love straight from the lovers soul
the one called Christ the thief has stole
and hoped that nevermore they'd see.

At mid of night when sings the song
about the right and of the wrong
we enter into dreams and through your breast
straight to your heart where life meets ev'ry test
and keeps you living faint and strong

and begs out for His loving hand
just as all time has ever planned
to Save each soul in Jesus for the day
His swift return will sweep us all away
where ev'ryone will understand.
 ron wilson arbuthnot
aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015

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Sofonisba Anguissola, Pieta

Gathered, to mourn in one deathless hour
Fragile, a test to faith's consummate power
Grief, which is stone cast, among five stricken faces
Softened by reverence, and mute, anguished traces

Weightless in her arms, but heavy for the eyes
Devotion anchors deep, painting tears that will not dry
Each pulse that pounds, each gasp one takes,   
will rise, then, with awe, as the brush strokes create......

Lost, the desperate world, which honed new beginnings
Shattered, by the cost, as their world had stop spinning
The few souls, who cradle, unable to speak 
would renew from a tomb, He would defy and retreat 
For those who altered history, Sofonisba paints with eye and ear
Will they stutter, will they falter, or still deny that He appeared?

  Submitted for Cyndi's Contest:  A Painting....Sofonisba Anguissola, Pieta

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013

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Pre Easter Prayer 2015

Pre Easter Prayer 2015

In the name of Jesus Christ who is our Lord and Savior,
I start by closing my eyes,
 And sending my spirit in the heaven closer to our God,
I speak a holly tongue,
I open the entire heaven and let the holly wind blow to whole earth,
And let the fire of the Holly Spirit to clean every dark in this world,
The sword of fire to cut the connection of the space and of earth,
I confirm the arrest of Lucifer,
Whose hands is cuffed by hot wires,
I speak to everything of this earth to listen to the word,
I tie the hearts and the mouth of the darkness,
I sprinkle the word Jesus to all their spells to confuse them,
And number 7 in all their numbers to dilute them 
I tie all their hands and legs by hot rods,
Their mouth by hot glue,
I save every soul which was meant to be lost or suffer according to the darkness,
And any part of earth which was meant to be destroyed,
I again send fire to the houses and the hearts of the witches,
To burn all their tools to ashes,
I declare the Easter anointed, blessed and protected to everyone,
As everyone go through this Prayer. Is anointed and protected.
Today, tomorrow and forever…..

Copyright © Mulaudzi Ndifelani Eric | Year Posted 2015

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My God is a Magician

My God Is a Magician

When I lost hope,
He brings hope,
Where I can’t see,
He opened my eyes,
When they say is end of me,
He threw the blood of Jesus in me and save my life,
When I am in pain,
He remind me of pin felt on the cross and all my pains faded,
When a spell is sent against me,
He shouted number 12 to my ears and all spells dispersed,
When they have a meeting against me,
He divert their whispers to my ears,
They celebrated my fall,
He pick me up and lift my head and I rise.

They destroy my life and my things in the night,
When the sun rises he restores my life and all my things,
When they expect me to cry,
Tear fell from Jesus eye on the cross,
And I laugh instead,
For my God, my God is a Magician.

Copyright © Mulaudzi Ndifelani Eric | Year Posted 2015

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World emergency prayer PII

World emergency prayer PII

I shout now to the whole world down to the orbit,
As now the darkness is geared and out for blood,
A human blood,
I gear the whole world with the blood of Jesus,
And I am sending this fire of the holly spirit to the world and space,
And I am sending fire inside every human being of this earth,
Sinners and righteous, healthy and sick in the name of Jesus,
I conclude that every human is the child of God not devil,
And each time when the darkness tried to temper with human,
They must find fire,
In the name of Jesus. 

For I know about planned natural disasters,
Disasters to take human lives in bulk,
And a planned mysterious deaths,
In Jesus name, I declare all plans arrested,
And locked in the permanent hot safe,
Safe locked by padlocks and chains made of Jesus blood,
And I put Jesus on every move of human being everyday,
I destroy every mission of the darkness against a human being,
I again destroy and drain out every power and tool the darkness is using,
In Jesus name I declare to the whole world,
The death and injuries of any sort must come to an end,
Sicknesses must be healed,
Conflicts must find a resolution,
Marriages must be restored,
Economies must find their ways to revive now,
Time is now,
I Jesus name 

Copyright © Mulaudzi Ndifelani Eric | Year Posted 2015

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Book Launch

The generous seas do roam vividly,
And sacred words spoken earnestly.
People suffer and people go to war,
I just hope these words will go afar.

Yesterday I published a FREE book,
Indeed a feat of altruism, no crook!
I suffer in silence in every moment.
I have no money to publish a stunt.

I was just hoping for word-of-mouth
And email propagation as loudmouth.
Book is at:
I accept feedback just at:

-ALL NON FICTION- (This spiel typed in the spur of the moment - God Bless you)

Copyright © Lexmilian de Mello | Year Posted 2013

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A Heavenly Poem

God never turns his back on you,
Even during your darkest hour,
When things may get the toughest in life,
Which make you question,
Whether He really exsist ot not,
But He has never left your side,
And He watches over you always,
During your good times and bad,
For you need to believe in Christ,
To see the light of the gates of heaven,
Which will brighten your everyday,
For you will feel his presence in your life,
Cause He is there to guide you,
All along your way...

Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2014

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    CIL MAOLCHEADAIR   (Kilmalkedar)
On such an Irish spring and drizzle morn,
she wandered through the graveyard, looking for
the Celtic dream from which her past was born,
and every sight brought her to wanting more;

she dreamt her roots from carvings on a stone
as if she understood each chip as real,
passed down to only her, and her alone,
from pagan worship she could almost feel;

and she could bundle them within her mind
to share with Pennsylvania kith and kin,
perhaps the magic, if still there to find,
would be an understanding where they've been;

and she will burn her candles every night,
hoping Kilmalkedar will make it right.
       ©  ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013

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Golden Apples

 “A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.”  
 — Proverbs 25:11 KJV 

Break forth in song my dearest love—you have
been chosen for the grace of God to prove
—of what is right and what is wrong—a stave
well wondrous given to your heart—will move
the mountains in your way like garments rent, 
to breathe in hope—your eyes will see the truth
in faithful words of love—through heaven sent,
so rare—The Word of God will see us through;
flood waters and the flames may turn to dust.
Our sorrows deep will wander far away;
the songs of desert goats unheard—so must
we toil and worry through the lightened day?
He’ll never leave us nor forsake us—sends
a promise through The Cross which never ends.

Copyright © J.R. Dawson | Year Posted 2013

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My Prophet Taught Me

This poem to clarify some of what was brought by Prophet Muhammad pros of good morals and treatment with others. And what is the meaning of Islam and being Muslim

You ask me, why I love this prophet and follow his religion?
 I say, because he taught me how to be good 
in everything that is good 
You ask me, what else he taught me?
I say to you :

                   He Taught Me 
To worship "ALLAH" the true God in the right way  
To respect my parents and them I must obey 
To help the needy and give the poor
To be gentle, generous and loving my family 

To visit the sick and to be kind to orphans 
To keep people safe from my transgressions
To love for others what I love for my self
To be honest, faithful, truthful and righteous

To smile to who I know or not know 
To live strong. for my lusts not to bow 
To stick to good manners and seek knowledge
To greet you by saying peace be upon you 
My Greatest Teacher Prophet Mohammed Peace Be Upon Him
Taught me to be a Muslim

Copyright © Arabian Poet | Year Posted 2015

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Unlived Things

In the repository of unlived things,
I find unquenched love,
A tarnished wedding ring,
An old baseball glove,
A half-sketched dream.

The sore sight fills my eye,
An oil-soaked cloth of faith,
Restraint against sin piled high,
A picture of Jesus laid to waste,
So much regret, I begin to cry.

Behold, I see a new start,
An infant’s wiggling toes,
A chest of breath and beating heart,
Courage clamors and fresh breath bellows. 

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014

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The Line Between

O God, the pangs are crushing body, soul
And spirit—working deaths where sunlight fades— 
My arms are trunks of pain and taking toll, 
While tortures, stings, and sickness hauntly raids
To close the Gates of Hell to shut me in,
And heaven bows to greet while Hades seeks
To send The Reaper with his failing grin.
And illness ruins lives while havoc wreaks
The squalored throes of daily living on—
While body wastes away and breath remains
To sing your dirge while I still carry on…
Like trampling cattle trodding broken frame,
I live between the sunshine and the grave—
Like flowers cut and dying in the vase

Copyright © J.R. Dawson | Year Posted 2013

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The Only One




Copyright © Adesina Idris Dolapo | Year Posted 2012

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Here in the winter of my long lived life,
the leaves of my head now fall to the ground.
Destined like leaves of trees gone dead, 
the winter winds will soon blow my dust around;
and like fallen leaves, I’ll be done with this world’s strife.

Oh but when the scythe of time snips my thread,
would if I could be like leaves of trees---
who in due season, go happily to their death:
leaving their wooded---naked bones with nothing left
but the bark of reason guarding their earthy homes---
through whose lonely arms, the chilly breeze freely roams. 
Yet, for these trees, another season comes like the mornings’ dew;
And they shall rise up from winter’s purgatory and begin life anew.

And though the sojourn here has had its moments of despair,
the flames of love, faith and hope have always been there.
So when I’m gone, weep only tears of joy for me;
for I know why the empty cross was made of the wood of a tree.  

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015

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Awe and Wonder

Hummingbird, you are a stunning creature,
Your fast-flitting wings can hardly be seen,
Your long, graceful beak a trademark feature,
Your feathers are an iridescent sheen.

Ocean, you hold back so many secrets,
What man has the power to master you?
A habitat for turtles and egrets,
You have a nurturing and tame side too.

Mankind, you have so much ability,
You carry such capacity for love,
Bodies possess strength and agility,
Your heart, spirit, and mind—a treasure trove.

All began in God's imagination,
You are parts of a blessed creation.

August 19, 2016

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2016

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The common denominator of human life
Rode his pale horse past our house today;
And our lessened numbers paid the price—
God had chosen—His will had been sent our way.
Grief, the child of love, came and prayed with us;
With shared emotions, we gathered in the relief of peace;
Consoled souls sang songs praising our friend, Jesus;
His loving care and glorious wonders never cease.
Our grief having had its appointed moment, we recalled
A childhood prayer that was once nightly prayed by us all:
“Now I lay me down to sleep; I pray the Lord, my soul to keep;
And if I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord, my soul to take.”
Tomorrow we will light candle flames of hope in a glorious resurrection;
Despite detours along the way, we never lost sight of God’s revelation!

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015

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Human Being

Where is the human being’s origin?
World scholars continue to contend;
The unsolved solutions still spin;
One answer: everybody will end.

The spirit later will leave the body;
Man visualizes moving to heaven;
Religions taught different destinies;
Man’s faith in Gods is ever uneven.

Human lives under the same sun;
Breathes in the same air to survive;
Look for drink, food, and fun.

Day by day, men's minds contrive
To destroy other believers on earth:
Massacre replaces the holy words.

Copyright © Xaysouvanh Phengphong | Year Posted 2014