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Details | Free verse |
"I Do Believe" 

The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever} 
to enrich God within us 
to an optimum level 
so that We as Humans 
can be guided by God 
to fuel out brothers and sisters 
with the same driving force 
to connect with the living God, 
to His existence and 
to See the Invisible, 
Believe the Incredible, and 
to Receive the Impossible 
to our everlasting journey 
to Heaven.

Rev. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2013


Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD | Year Posted 2013

Details | Personification |
Four corners.
Stands, four players. 
Quarrels of foul cries, collided.
Facing each nemesis into quadrants, divided. 

Individuals motivated by objectives.
Devising plans, careful detectives. 
Goal to achieve the highest rank, careful steps--discriminate.
Going by the hit-list, tunnel vision, hindrances must eliminate. 

Scoping intensely, measuring opponents, methodical evaluation. 
Staying alert, mind assessment, sedulous investigation. 
Shrill of the first struck, the red bullet--bounces. 
Instant reflex, ricochet the shot, violence--denounces. 

The King may bend the rules, charges swift modification. 
The Pawns are summoned, critical prosecution. 
The Bishop prays for the suspects, classified praises, flattery denunciation. 
The Queen cradles a heart, each beat rebounds, battery probation.

Copyright © Jesson Rata | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
By my side:
The tallest mountain,
The calmest pond,
The purest stream;
My hope and strength,
Faith and love;
The Lord,
Our God,
Always by our side

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Always running late;
Just taking time to enjoy it.
Life is a car speeding fast,
But it's better to be stuck in traffic.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
This World Reeks In Deep Decay

For what we know will stand,
how one becomes a decent man
Hold to Godly principles dear.
Stand your ground, do not fear! 
This dark day shall one day pass,
Best to seek out truth in mass.
This world reeks in deep decay,
Innocence the price we must pay!

Fear not the threats of dread,
hope exists for all not dead.
Listen to wisdom when it is sent,
follow a true heart's intent.

Yet again heed the coming call,
Warning of evils, do not fall,
Sell your soul not for false gain
for judgment shall come yet again.
Deny false comfort and lazy ease,
seek not jaded fools to please.
Expect punishment for your good,
hold true knowing well you should.

Climb each mountain with zeal,
for faith is what is truly real.
Blessings come as your just reward
forgive all, mercy is not so hard!

Robert J. Lindley, 05-16-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |
Braving stormy seas
Lone helmsman-up to the task 
Old Leviathan 

Copyright © Richard Thistle | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epic |
Flawless flamboyant meaningful words in written verse’s,
Never heard by nervous useless unproductive pawns within man made curse’s,
Drawn into ignorance, clueless and purposeless,
Powerless and can’t see this, sitting on the fence torn and withdrawn,
An existence lacking cognition, seen as a young child but not ever since,
Poor intellectual performance, a condition called cognitive dissonance, 
You may never understand in your time and this is why,
Incapable of holding two beliefs at the same time in your mind,
My use of vocabulary, holds validity, like the words of a well-loved Maori Chief Warrior,
A far away Eden but no atoms to create physical form,
Read everything I write, I’m coming like a thief, in the middle of the night,
Unexpected, undetected, undeniably my rhymes bring pure insight,
Bringing true light uniquely and usefully right now as I take lyrical flight,
Fearing nothing man made and conceptual, 
Fear brings trouble and makes you ill,
A mindful sightseer ultimately authentic, 
So much truth I get from playing with words,
They come to disturb, to divide, so decide, take a side,
Incomprehensible lines to those who are blind, 
You’re not ready for this life changing ride,
Collide, stop being unkind, controversial perceived ideas, do you even ask yourself why?
Received but rarely discussed openly, outrageously showing a display of no respect,
This is filthy, but still it prospers within society’s collective state, which irritates me,
Repetitive actions lacking intellectual abilities, so you don’t understand this,
Dismiss and think you know? Instead you twist it, can’t understand it,
You fitfully have wisdom, but when you do, ignorant over thinking is what you do! Isn’t this true?
Living in sin asking questions like Hopsin, majority of people unconsciously living,
So humans can’t answer them, so I’m on my own, strategy in this truth movement,
Does everything really lead to Rome? Feeling good and in the zone,
I’ll never be a simpleton clone, get out your binoculars, 
You’re all frozen and Am I the last man standing? 
Blowing mind’s ruthlessly, your hopelessly in psychological denial, I’ll defile you, consciously,
You can’t even see, I’m the calm before the storm, divine energy in human form,
Right from the start, smart with skills of semantics,
Quick thinkable quintessential schema, cautious like an old school gangsta,
Thank you, I send it out from inside where I reside, 
Beside me is wisdom, caution is also needed and it’s awesome, 
Your thoughts! Sort them! Be intellectually prepared,
This has been documented and said, a revolution of mass magnitude,
Be balanced and don’t change your mood, let’s wind this up so I can conclude,
Wake up, stop ignoring your inner self, that’s the lowest level of rude!!

Copyright © Quincy Mac | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative |
As naturally and effortlessly as birds fly
Unannounced and quietly an Idea came by
Faster than the weightless wind it flew
Where it came from no one asked, no one knew

Longing for a cloak in which to be wrapped
It knocked on many doors asking to be dressed
It wished to be given a shape and form for all to see
It wanted an existence, and in this world a chance to be

The farmer was farming, the worker busy working
The judge was judging, the thief in the shadows lurking
The preacher was of the invisible kingdom preaching
The poet alone with his heart and soul for the Idea reaching

It seized him and became the fire in his veins
The beating in his heart, the throbbing in his brain
It became the movement of his arms and legs
He asked for the right words like a beggar for food begs

The Idea through the flesh was about to be born
The invisible by the visible longed to be worn
Like newlyweds neither knew too well the other
They had to unite: each’d be both father and mother

Now the idea took control and led the poet’s pen
Then It was overpowered by the brutish man
Now he’d try to bend It, to suit his words, to shape It 
Then It bent him so that into each other they’d fit

He wished to be a channel for the Idea he sensed
It had a burning desire, a purpose to be expressed
When possessing parts of both the work was done 
An idea of the Idea was born - a battle both lost and won

Copyright © laszlo kecsedi | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
My name is “Maryam”, the name of the Prophet Jesus’ mother.
Alhamdulillah I’m a wife of a medical doctor.
I was born in Saudi Arabia in nineteen eighty six.
The language I use, since birth, e’en with my parents is English.
Alhamdulillah with them I’ve traveled to many countries –
From Saudi Arabia, Qatar, the Egyptian pyramids,
Cool countries like England and France, Denmark and U. S. of A.
Indonesia, Singapore and Malaysia where we once planned to stay.
I believe in Allah, I always seek knowledge of Islam,
I love reading Islamic books and teach Islam when I can,
I too enjoy poetry –have been writing since my early teens.
Had a few writings published in a Saudi Fun Times magazine.
I’m friendly in general. I don’t start fights for no reason.
You can tell I dislike someone when I snub or avoid them.
I’m against suicide bombings, against all acts of injustice.
I love the Messenger Muhammad (SallAllahu ‘alaihi wa sallam) and all of God’s Prophets like Jesus and Moses.
I believe that silence is better than constant chit-chatting,
And that enjoining good deeds is better than simply sighing.
I believe that when someone is rude to you they’re just jealous,
And sticking to Islam and good manners is always a must.
If my friends from school were to see me they’d think I’ve changed so much –
Many things I’ve abandoned and wrongdoings my limbs once touched.
I am Maryam –a Muslim and a friend you can always trust.

© Mariam Mababaya.

Copyright © Mariam M. | Year Posted 2013

Details | Acrostic |
 Am I the only one who's feeling there is something very wrong with all of this ,
I can't seem to get anybody to listen not even when I raise  my fist.
    How can they not see what I see ,has everybody lost thier mind I say,
Why can't they see what it is that is making them act this way.
   Have you taken a look around to see  there's something that has changed,
When you look into peoples eyes Lord how you can see the rage.
   No compassion  for thier fellow man as if they have never ever cared,
For the future of mankind and how we all should be  aware.
    Saw a friend of mine the other day he was acting a little strange ,
I can't help but wonder just when , how , and who's the blame.
   This power and greed is consuming us all we just can't seem to stop
Stepping on our brothers & sisters as we  race to the top.
   Where's the love ,the kindness ,the hope and faith  we use to live by,
How we allowed ourselves to sink so low I' will never know why.
    Still I will contunue to spread the word which has always been,
Be good and love one another as you are learning not to sin.
    Please don't be another wreck that has been pushed to the side ,
If you' listen to the one and only word you will know why.
    We will all band together so we can stand  tall and free,
It is one simple word and that is love how could you nor see.

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
we got a lot of rain man's wearin ray bands tryin to shake hands
with baked fans it a staged plan to get carly rea pants in front of a video tape.
stumblin mumblin bumblin fools trying to get paid
To say f this chick and f that one
whatever absurd word that flows right off of this tongue
got a dirty mouth, here is some orbitz gum
im sweatin bullets and i cant even afford a gun
but its so free if i want to abort my son then take his lungs
so i can be one hundred and forty one
and be here to see the thwarting of the sun

mr. obama who've worn out your welcome
But what do I know? I'm this republicun
who thinks all  girls and boys should become
either a monk or nun and never cum
and pay for all of our condoms and pregnancy prescriptions
Or am I christian who cant have fun
because I know hun its wrong to drink coke and rums
till i am drunk and wait for the ring to get buns
then go condemn kids with weed and pokemon

And its sad to think this what our kids believe
cause this what they preach on the MTV
and  their  heart beat beats to each tweet and re-tweet
till a pick leaks online then they move on to vines
whatever better trend setter that stimulates the mind

Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
Non-existent God
Subject of poor poetry
Just like this one. Damn.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
Are we a structured plan by a God?
In which the ultimate test is executed.

Does evolution dominate society?
Where only the strongest person survives.

Riddles of faith baffle the human mind.

We search for cause and purpose,
Expecting a prize filled with treasure.

Is value monetary or sentimental?

The pot of gold is worthless without meaning,
Adding no worth to a dollar if life isn't cherished.

Our life is a story that is yet to be told,
Fight with commitment for happiness,
And let destiny tell its wonderful tale. 

Copyright © Michael LoMonaco | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |
The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims.

When hot lead tears the flesh of a 14 year old girl,

ripping through her skull,
leaving her to bleed out and die,

does Allah not recoil in horror,

to see His child whimper,
to see His daughter cry.

Where is the indignation,

the anger that often boils over and manifests itself as flags and books and videos are burnt in mass orgies of hollow piety,

where are the voices that scream so loud,
that denounce all but their own creed,

where are the men, the impotent men who crave for nothing more than their fascist egos to feed,

where are the voices that so loudly proclaim,
enemies here and enemies there, always quick to condemn,

where are those voices when the enemy walks amongst them.

14 year old Malala Yousafzai was shot in cold blood,

her crime?

Advocating the rights of girls to an education.

Shame on you, men of bigotry and men of cowardice.

Shame on you, silent and mute accomplices in this carnage.

Shame on me,
for my inaction,

Shame on us all,
who proclaim lofty ideals,

yet are conspicuously silent,

when a 14 year old girl is shot in the head,

by fascist fundamentalist bigots who only worship bullets of hot lead.

Not in my name!

Not in my name,
shall the cowardly men rain down abuse,

Not in my name,
shall the bigoted men light the communalistic fuse,

Not in my name,
shall Malala Yousafzai be shot in the head,

left to bleed out,
while countless mothers' tears are shed,

not in my name,
shall religious murderers,
be left to wander free,

not in my name,
for I dare all believers to open their eyes,
to see!

To see,
the innocence of a 14 year old girl,
wanting only an education,

as the men of the cloth,
prance around with their pathetic self-righteous indignation.

I write this today,
the anger raging in my veins,

yet I fear,

that I shall write more of this,

unless we stand up and say 'no more',

I fear that I shall be writing this again,

until we all,

reclaim the true principles of humaneness,

until we silence the voices of bigotry,
of rage,
of fanatical insanity,

I fear I shall be writing this again,


until the muck-ridden bile,
is not excised,

I shall continue to say,


Or else I shall have nothing,

but my unending shame.

(for Malala Yousafzai, 14 years old, in a critical condition after being shot in the head by the Pakistani Taliban, for her work as a young activist advocating the rights of girls to attend school)

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
I don't know what to write about
I am totally at a loss
Whether to write about the elderly
Or whether to write about the Cross.

I love them both dearly
And they both mean so much to me
The Cross comes first of course
And the others just fall free.

In terms of only writing
It does not matter which I choose
One may seem in the lead
But either can never lose.

So now it is been well determined
It does not matter which
So now I have written about the both
Therefore this Verse is very Rich.

Brenda Elizabeth Rose

Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Some of the most meaningful words
Are just a single syllable
"Love," and "Hate;" "You," and "I," and then
"Me" and "Mine" and "Yours," also, "Ours"
"Life" and "Death," "Dark" and "Light," (as in
"Let" "There" "Be" "Light")... but also "Sad;"
"Grace," but also "Fall" "From," and "Loss"
"Joy" and "Faith" come with "Pain" and "Sin"
There's "Peace," (though "War" is said as swift);
"Here" and "Gone" and, respectively, "Don't" "Go;"
"Long" is still just as short as "Short"
"Weak" is never lesser than "Strong"
It's as quick to say "Right" as "Wrong"
It's as much to say "Less" as "More;"
"End" was never harsher a word than "start;"
"Can" was never harder than "can't;"
"Look," "See," "Hear," "Touch," "Taste," each word, then
Think hard on any one of them;
All just a single syllable-
How can one, short sound mean so much?

Copyright © Cameron Hartley | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
          When from the dark our time recedes,
          Re-writing poems from the past;
          Lift our pen till faith concedes,
          A tender lyric that holds fast.

          Put into words that all might hear,
          A sonnet that rings true;
          A rhyme that shines from love so clear;
          It could only come from you.

Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

There was a city of Babylon whom
King Belshazzar ruled...
Till that one night, when he became “fooled.”

“Eat drink and be merry.”
Was the motto of the day!
But God had something else, he wanted to say! 

The finger of God reached down
And wrote on the wall!
The prophet of God told the king, 
his kingdom would fall!

The king panicked and later that night…
His kingdom fell…  Without a fight! 

May this be a lesson and a warning to us today!
We need to listen to God!
And what he has to say! 

Our country may “enjoy”  it’s wickedness and sin!
But one day soon!  It will
be coming to an end!

Won’t you allow the writing of God,
to touch your heart’s door?
It was for me and you, that our savior died for!

God loves you more, than you’ll ever know!
He came to earth to redeem your soul!

By Jim Pemberton   

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
I was lounging in plain sight,
He appeared and said “Write!”
I said, “Paper is fresh out,”
Legal pads, college-lined, and rose-scented paper
suddenly delivered in fresh stacks all about,
Then He vanished in a foggy purple vapor.

Again I began lounging outright,
He reappeared and told me to “Write!”
I said, “Pen just ran out of ink,”
Ballpoints, gel pens with comfort grips,
feathered quills and inkwells came about in a blink,
Then He disappeared like the sun during an eclipse.

Once more He was there. “Write,” He said.
I replied, “I am afraid to see what’s in my head.”
He said, “Don’t be afraid, dear daughter.”
Then He produced a lake of still water.

Wearily, I looked inside.
Carefully, I wrote.
Tragically, I shrieked.
Frantically, I cried.
Then He held me,
And I was satisfied.

“He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters.” -Psalm 23:2

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2015

Details | Monorhyme |
I will continue to try Till I die I wont lie I might cry But my life I will rectify For my Lord I cant deny His love is so clear in my minds eye And for him I will never turn a blind eye Gods sweet mumble will edify While his warm embrace will gratify

Copyright © Jeremy Smith | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
Hello, you may all call me Lucifer. I dearly, want to be the best of friends. And I, wish that none will ever suffer. For I'll, defend all my friends till time ends. I, have remedies for the sick and sad. I'll, be listening when no one else is. You, can look to me when your feeling mad. And, when it comes to revenge I'm a whiz. All kidding aside, I just want your soul. I'll, make false promises, to earn your trust. So, I can feast upon your sad heart whole. If there's any fuss, I'll make you combust. For I, am as evil as they come. With, my artillery of trickery. That I, will use on the weak to succumb. To, an eternity of misery. Heed this warning, for you can not turn back. If, you don't trust in God your soul is mine. Then, my army of darkness will attack. Once caught, your soul, I'll forever confine. 6/7/2017

Copyright © Jeremy Smith | Year Posted 2017

Details | Monorhyme |
The world will soon come to its end And Just like everyone else I will not be able to contend
So I will not pretend
I'm ready to ascend
My life I will transcend
God and heaven I will always defend It may be hard for some to comprehend But allow me to wend Because it is time to make amends So you too may not be condemned

Copyright © Jeremy Smith | Year Posted 2017