all the rage
pinwheels… barber poles
~ poof… vanished
There is a line in oceans wide,
where fresh and salt waters collide.
No mixing of the fresh and salt,
When they collide, each takes a halt.
There is drawn, a separation line,
when men to sin their hearts incline.
Man’s ways and God’s, can never mix.
A river parts them like the Styx.
The line first formed when Adam sinned,
by casting caution to the wind.
The gulf formed between God and man,
No mortal man could ever span.
God was the first to cross the line,
sin etched within your heart and mine.
He sent His Son to pay sin’s price
and suffer death for our vice.
Cease being an enemy of God,
He is your friend, give Him a nod.
Open your heart and let Him in
ask Him to save your soul from sin.
Let God replace the combat line,
and build within your heart a shrine.
And as you daily worship Him
Your life will be to God a hymn.
Girls grow up early -
boys are on time.
One grows like cedar -
the other like pine.
Both are completed -
each other to mate.
Minority’s tyranny -
disturbs natural fate.
I want the pink one, the orange one, and the lavender one too.
Okay, agreed big brother. Then I shall dye the yellow, green and blue.
But she was a changeable mind girl, his sister, Serendipity Sue.
Can I also have the blue one? She asked her brother Brice.
Sure, he said handing it over. This is nothing like our Savior;s sacrifice.
His parents were silent, watching to see what she would do.
Without another word, she handed Brice the egg, blue.
alone in cold dark metal
very little air to breathe
frozen in a place and time
days are lost in anticipation
waiting again and again
and then it happens to my surprise
your fingers touch the chain
delicate links that bound our hearts
I am now held in your hand
your thumb outlines our locket
the locket tucked inside a box
pink tissue paper blankets me
pictures behind glass dividing our souls
you touch your lips with a kiss
then caress my face with your finger
After Midnight with Rex and Pam may read Of Glass Dividing Souls on their show on 12/9/19 - 12/10/19 Sharon - SLR8313 © 3 years ago, Sharon
dividing up our inheritance
swiftly without seriousness
three without argument
our parents would be proud
zero confrontations
fine day to be a sibling
They invent new lies with periodical distractions
repeat falsehood till truth turns doubtful
teach generations the ways of hating
the **** of discriminating, dividing, killing
the innocents that love their neighbours
value diversity, equality and peace
shunning the weird chains that lock the sun for roots to grow
--R K Singh
Standing at the edge of forever
as one thought leads to hell
for I stare at the empty never
the other to a heavenly dwell
I must choose before the eyes of infinity
my soul torn between the hallucinogen hollow
passing through the vector vicinity
where dreams are created for me to swallow
Seeing visions of a hellion hive
soon thoughts fill with divinities divine
a conspiratorial conscience before I dive
where ambient angels dance and dine
Still I must choose before the end of time
a perplexing panegyrical pantomime.
Sept.16.2019
Crossroads Poetry
Sponsored by: Silent One
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Dividing apart
A separation of self
Lost identity
Russell Sivey
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