God City Poems

There sits the City Gold
Where robbers ne'er grab hold,
Nor rot, nor moth, nor mold.

There sits a lava moat
Not passable by boat
Nor rope, nor writ, nor...

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       “Even the darkest night will end and the 
        sun will...

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A second ago.
Yes just a second,
she was beautiful 
beyond comparison.
Not a wrinkle or a frown line.
Succulent lips, 
glowing skin.
Gorgeous hair 
cascading down her back.
Even her...

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Cities are the pride of nations,
Symbols of man’s innovations.
Each one possesses unique traits,
That feeds its pride and makes it great.

The City of God has no...

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Look look it’s crazy I’m the one they want to represent
Young black girl,I can probably be the president
I’m the voice of the youth,you heard my...

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We’re at the same bar 
But we’re not saying a word to each other 

We have the same mindset 
But we’d never say a word...

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Eventually both  Esau and Jacob made a temporary truce with each other; 
which lasted as long as they both lived most likely only.

In ancient...

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Black lives matter. Me too.
Not my president. Give peace a chance.
Luck runs out. I like immigrants. 
Power must be challenged by power. 

Equal and opposite...

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And on a dark night, I closed my eyes
So much was the calm even the best dream defies 
With a flash of light and voices...

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Great is the Lord ,and greatly to be praised  in the City of our God.
In the mountain of his  holiness  beautiful for...

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Fire! :O
Pray for
Lahaina! :(
"Relentless sun,"
that's what the name means.
I feel sorry :(
for their town.
Dear God:
help! :O


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submitted Aug. 10, 2023!

A Natural Ninette Poetry Contest
Ninette poetry form...

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Let's kick it to the wind
I know it's no sin, me loving you
But, an Act of God
Yeah, me and you, whoo hoo
Are there storms ahead
Yeah,...

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pardons for the beggar
he knows not what he trades
witness to the rapture
a feather for a spade
preaching him a savior
what alms that would've made
words to sate...

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Let me watch at that sea that
I've been haunted when I was fourteen.
      My teens, at the high school, a...

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The river 
still finds its brown way
through the city's glass 
and concrete canyons
until finally reaching 
the bay. Its tidal breath
has become my own. 
I live...

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