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Premium Member Rhapsody Renewal

Written: February 1st, 2024
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I propose they should read a poem
Set it in light and let it serve as a totem
Similar to a kaleidoscope display
Alas, listen to the beehive and sway

I quit
            writing love poetry
        ever since that day
                    I saw starlight                     
                      suffocating
                              to death
                                  in a smother
                    of cindered dreams
          and the moon burying itself
                    under the wings of
                                immigrating pledges

            I 
         waited 
      for    dawn
     to usher me
   through the dark           
    rummaging the 
     clouds for a 
       remain of 
         sunrise
            dot
             

to dip my feather in
                    its shine just to find   
blank blackness
                            cramming the horizon
so I stopped  writing of 
               l
                  i
               g
                  h
               t

I'm struggling still
                   to grasp
                 your susurrations                        
       to be used to
                        the rhythm
            my fingers shiver with             
                              at the sound of
                their echo

in which letters oscillate across the page
akin to sunflowers swinging in the hand
with a sense of a spring breeze in a cage
Blows between the lines in another land
                      
                       twilight 
                           of
                      musings

as ink drips
            shimmering
                  in a rainbow aurora
    and poems blossom
                          back to life
                                       drenched
                                            in
                                      morning dew
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.


Unending Black Hole

UNENDING BLACK HOLE


I’m gonna smoke myself to death
Suck on this damned cigarette
I’ll burn these memories down
Drop them with the ashes to the ground
Look up high and see the rest of them rise 
With the smoke into the skies they’ll fade away, they’ll fade away, they’ll fade away

And all the ashes suddenly cover me
Burying me into deep gravity 
While the thick smoke surrounds my soul
Hardly breathing I’m falling down the 
Unending black hole

The hardest part is the waiting for too long
The harder part not knowing what I’m waiting for
Imprisoned by these four walls of this tiny room
Imprisoned by my hopes about a future bloom
Too much has been said too much anyone can take
And after all it turned into a big mistake
So I light another cigarette 
It will pass soon by, it will pass soon by, it will pass soon by

And all the ashes suddenly cover me
Burying me into deep gravity 
While the thick smoke surrounds my soul

Hardly breathing i'm falling down the 
Unending black hole
                                          
 Mona karaki
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Brothers and Sisters of Eden

A world changes course 
expelling the good grim reaper 
twisted joke 
entering this forbidden zone 
called democracy 

Careless acts of violence black and white
mothers burying their children 
so much tears soak the very grounds 
salt of this earth 
where moral order breaks down 
in societies failure 

A bad replacement shapeshifting demons rule
Where no longer they care about peoples suffering 
removing God's teachings from schools 
so our forefathers died in vain blood of our ancestors 

Taking away human rights 
amnesty international laugh a minute
lawless democracies without proper vision 
killing without just cause tyrants bragging ill will
Without facing the justice of all lands 

Murder is murder so says the judge above all 
stealing is robbing without deeds aquired 
laid down by the Lord on stone himself 

We all know its the devil's playground now
Darkness of your souls reek with many lies told 
When fancy coated words fall out vomit 
from the mouths who ware suits 
As that is a trademark 
of the biggest robbers there is 

Stealing even by stealth or forced to ground 
poisionous morals killing the seed of truth 
sewn from the garden of lust dark or light

Open your eyes blind beggars of hell 
disfunctional greedy merchants and war criminals 
alike you all sign a pact together like wolves 
we see the suffering and torment of your weapons 
tipped with poison blaming everyone but yourselves

Creating hate through your neverending violence 
amongst the innocent victims raped of everything 
God be merciful unto your rotten souls

Damning the victims with your pride filled agendas 
we all become victims if we sit without a voice listen pride 
Peace is the way forward that looks above and beyond
stand down dark spirits  your lust knows no bounds 
drunken with greed 

Light of our saviour will come 
one day supreme commander 
I will kneel to the creator 

When this earth goes into darkness again 
we need to pray for salvation 
no longer do we walk 
but stumble in the pathway 
of his loving ways 

Rock of faith we stand strong 
for our childrens sake 
to give them a future generation 

Mercy shake hands 
make Eden beautiful again
The signs are coming to pass
to celebrate the happiness and joy 
Heaven above the angels will sing
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Sam Mcgee In a Dream

It was a cold wintery night for the dead
When I cremated Sam McGee, she said
I heard the wind yell out “the lost is found”
As we put his gold urn in the frozen ground

I had never heard the voice of the dead before
On that Tennessee plain, I said “Sam, you’re no more!”
But Sam was not finished with the likes of me.
He followed me home that night, old Sam McGee

Became a yellow orb and spoke inside my dreams.
He is as ghostly as you can imagine any spirit, it seems.
He had messages, and he wanted back out of the ground, to sup.
Horrified by his bombardment of my soul, need I dig him up?

Don’t pay him any mind, said my thinking self.
He needs to put himself back into the urn on that shelf.
This is when I realized burying his urn was a nightmare, not real.
Boy, could Sam McGee make me fret, toss, turn, and feel….

What are you after? I asked my friend Sam, who would not leave.
You have to promise to bury my urn near Lake Lebarge, okay, Cleave?
I am your cousin, I reminded him. I will do it if I am still alive.
He finally left my dream about a quarter to five.

I called him the next day to tell him to stay out of my dreams.
His mama, Aunt Violet was fixing him oatmeal with creams.
She tried to wake him up, but he was dead as a concrete post.
So this explained a bit why he had come to me as a ghost.
Form: Rhyme

If I Disappeared

Would you look for me if I disappeared?

What if one day
I didn't wake up in my bed
What if I was lost
Alone inside my head

What would you do
If I was nowhere to be seen
Where would you search
For a missing teen

Would you find me walking
In the cities bustling streets
Full of all kinds of music
That match how my heart beats

Would you find me wandering
In the depth of the woods
Picking flowers and pretty rocks
And all kinds of other goods

Would you find me standing
In a downpour of rain
Looking up at the clouds
Telling them my pain

What if you couldn't find me
No matter how hard you looked
What if I was hiding
Somewhere you'd overlooked

Would you find me sitting
At the bottom of the ocean
In the deepest darkest corner
Burying my emotion

Would you find me sleeping
At the top of the sky
Nestled in the clouds
To tired to even cry

Would you find me waiting
Floating somewhere in space
Leaping from star to star 
With everlasting grace

If I told you I was waiting for you
That I wanted you to find me
Would you search every star
Every minute you were free
To bring me back home
To the way things used to be

But what if I told you not to bother
Not to waste your time
That even if you searched for an eternity
Some things just arn't ment to be...


Would you still look for me if I disappeared?
Form: Rhyme


Hollowed Breeze

Into your being, Aeolus blew 
an enthusiastic hunger,
Driving your curious and passionate nature 
To swirl together in an eclectic dance,
Displaying a prismatic array of imaginative hues,
a zealous vortex, a colorful blur. 
You were alive in a way very few
Ever were
This was you. 

People said you were a mess,
a faltered and broken soul, they'd say,
an albatross placed around one's neck,
a sinking ship, a ball, and chain— 
a disaster not yet made. 
With jealous words, they chose to speak
but I saw the magic 
they were too blind to see. 
Your chaos was brilliant; 
you were beautiful to me. 

You calmed in my presence 
enough that I could see 
your aura painted with every color known to be. 
And when your eyes met mine,
I could tell 
they saw beyond my earthly shell. 
And within your essence of spinning hues,
I saw something else there too: 

a sadness,
a sadness I swore to love out of you,
to preserve the magic in your dance. 
So I gave you my loyalty, time, and patience
for my love already lived within your essence’s grasp,
I was determined to heal the tear in your heart,
to mend without scars all your shattered parts. 

While in my soul's embrace,
your shadows seemed to wane. 
With time, the darkness did ascend— 
you felt no more pain,
no heaviness within. 

But as the shadows left your face,
your cyclonic presence softened its pace. 
With your heart filled 
and your sadness erased,
I watched your vortex still 
and its colors fade. 
Happy and whole, you felt content 
in the family we created, in the life we lived. 

Feeling ashamed, I began to pull away,
remorseful, burying the ache I could not explain. 
I was angry with my own heart 
for feeling confused— 
in the absence of your color, I had lost my muse. 
For the murder of inspiration,
my love stands accused,
missing all the initial cues 
that the sadness I sought to remove 
was more important to me 
than I ever knew

I understand now what your sadness did— 
it held open the wound where your magic lived. 
And the pain that wound made, it gave like a gift,
stitching new feeling to every color it bled. 
And with every new color, reality bent,
giving birth to a finale of colorful spark
That ignited the beautiful whirlwind of chaos 
I loved with every ounce of my heart

Premium Member We Praise You, Lord, For Providing Us the Best

We praise You, Lord, for providing us the best gift*
Such is everlasting life which does our souls uplift
With Your offered reconciliation midst sin-enmity’s rift
Making us heaven-bound, and from hell’s flames, adrift.

We praise You, Lord, for providing us the best security
Such is assurance of salvation in Your sovereignty
With Your granted adoption for our divine identity
Making us blessed as Your children throughout eternity.  

We praise You, Lord, for providing us the best Book
Such is the Bible that keeps us from worldliness’ hook
With Your illumined vision for our scriptural truth’s look
Making us wise unto our faith’s perfection in every nook.

We praise You, Lord, for providing us the best story
Such is the Gospel of Your glorious victory
With Your bestowed conversion burying our old nature’s misery
Making us obedient so that Your name we can honourably carry.

We praise You, Lord, for providing us the best privilege
Such is serving You by Your grace we acknowledge
With Your supplies along stewardship-mileage
Making us fruitful in the ministry by Your guided knowledge.

We praise You, Lord, for providing us the best situation
Such is contentment in Your will in any occasion 
With Your guaranteed provision and purging sanctification 
Making us dependent on You through constant supplication.

We praise You, Lord, for providing us the best reward
Such is joyfulness in striving for holiness upon Your standard
With Your promised fortification around Your love’s safeguard
Making us close to You while each works as Your diligent steward.

*2Corinthians 9:15  Thanks be unto God for his unspeakable gift.

September 23, 2019
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member BURYING DIRT



I was twelve once,
long brown hair,
big brown eyes,
men always stared.

I was twelve once,
smart and witty,
some would say,
I was pretty.

I was twelve once,
dreamed about life,
would I someday,
become someone's wife.

I was twelve once,
got knocked down,
was not allowed,
to make a sound.

I was twelve once,
cried all alone,
this glass house,
doesn't throw stones.

I was twelve once,
grew up fast,
stuck on twelve,
my hearts harrased.

I was twelve once,
from long ago,
still feeling affects,
from his blows.

I was twelve once,
and you forty,
I can't forget,
our slumber party.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Lord God, You Are My Iniquity-Smiter

April 1 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Kings 14-16

Key Verse –1Kings 14:15 For the LORD shall smite Israel, as a reed is shaken in the water, and he shall root up Israel out of this good land, which he gave to their fathers, and shall scatter them beyond the river, because they have made their groves, provoking the LORD to anger. 

LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY INIQUITY-SMITER
                                                               
Lord God, You are my iniquity-Smiter along my shameful childishness
Thank You for checking my lack of reason due to my foolishness
I repent from feigning myself before Your righteousness
Help me follow Your commandments with earnestness.

Lord God, You are my iniquity-Smiter along my perilous rage
Thank You for blocking my evil thoughts that hinder my courage
I repent from indulging myself in sin’s vain wastage
Help me choose Your ways by Your guiding vantage.

Lord God, You are my iniquity-Smiter along my fatal jealousy
Thank You for transforming my attitude with Your truth and mercy
I repent from burying myself in humanistic tendency
Help me submit to Your leadership’s holy fervency.

Lord God, You are my iniquity-Smiter along my obvious imperfection
Thank You for correcting my shallow dedication and skin-deep devotion
I repent from presenting myself with hypocrisy’s passion
Help me do my part in the fulfillment of Your great commission.

Lord God, You are my iniquity-Smiter along my carnal involvement
Thank You for arresting my compromises of damaging engagement
I repent from immersing myself into worldly allurement
Help me abide in Your will midst Your perfection-enablement.

Lord God, You are my iniquity-Smiter along my fleshly might
Thank You for directing my walk toward Your throne’s light
I repent from encamping myself against Your protective sight
Help me stay in Your compassion’s delight.

Lord God, You are my iniquity-Smiter along my futile vanities
Thank You for illumining my vision through Your Word-certainties
I repent from hiding myself against worship-filled duties
Help me stand upon Your strong foundations of eternal verities.

April 1, 2023
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Surviving Hell On Earth

~ Surviving Hell on Earth ~
      (The Nazi's Camps)


They had seen Hell on Earth
  Lived through it, survived
Tight-lipped through all the horror
  Never succumbing to bitterness or sorrow

Seen babies thrown in the air and shot dead with rifles
  In front of their thunderstruck, disbelieving mothers
Seen dogs rip the flesh off of tender girls and boys
  Vultures and crows clean up with their cackling noise

Witnessed gang-rapes of tender teen-agers
  Radiation experiments on their private parts
Their eyes plucked out of their heads screaming
  Gasoline fires consuming their bodies and hearts

And then, most awful of all, the crematoria
  Hundreds daily taking 'showers' of poisonous gas
The stench of their decaying bodies piling up in smoking ruins
  While the Third Reich sang and danced to Hitler's tune...

At the end, human skeletons marching weeks on end in rags
  Through unforgiving Polish forests in winter storms
Shot through the head should they tarry or stumble
  Writhing as their saintly parents died in their arms

This couple, this pair, survived, and they married
  Made a new home in the State of Israel
Where Iranian jackals still howl at them daily
  Warning them of plutonium and nuclear bombs

Tight-lipped they were and tight-lipped they remain
  Building a home, bearing children, carrying on
Burying the pain in the past, they neither pout nor complain
  No time to waste on vengeance, life's too soon gone

Two Jewish heroes re-embraced life, made the most of peacetime
Teaching the world ~ even unthinkable horrors can be overcome with time
Form: Narrative

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