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Premium Member God Walks Warmly Alongside Death

As autumn leaves turn crimson and red, ready to fall
  I lie here exhausted, waiting for my final call.
   I stare into the approaching ferocious night,
    And fear the fiend coming to strangle me tight.

 As my final moments on earth begin to show, 
  My breath becomes shallow, my heartbeats grow slow
   I feel, the clock ticks faster than ever before
    And it is time for me to leave this earthly shore.

 As the last ember of life is about to die out,
  And the grim reaper has come from his hideout,
   God, be on my side to give me peace,
    And make my final journey one of ease.

 I feel, He is staying close to me at this crucial hour,
  Telling me- “Don’t fear!  I shall be with you for ever.
   I will be by your side to grant you a peaceful sleep
    And angels shall be deployed for vigil to keep”

 When I leave the surly bounds of this earth
  To Heaven, I will ascend to enjoy perpetual mirth.
   I am sure, He will carry me in His arms as angels sing,
    And I will be welcomed by the Heavenly throng.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member In Defense of Charles Manson

Reform school is where he spent most of his childhood.
From there he went to prison for the bulk of his adulthood.
Paranoid Schizophrenia is the medical diagnosis of Charles Manson.
I'm sure he displayed many symptoms of this disorder while he was in prison.
When he was informed of his upcoming prison release,
he literally begged prison officials as he fell down to his knees,
"This is the only life that I know. Please don't make me go."
"I'll die out there, " he pleaded with tears in his eyes.
"Please listen to me. I'm telling you truthfully. If you send me out there I'll never survive."
Which brings me to think, who is truly the guilty party of the Tate-La Bianca murders?
Had prison officials taken him seriously, when he pleaded on his knees NOT to be released,
the Tate-La Bianca tragedy most certainly would have never occurred.
Form: Rhyme

Killing of a Nation

The killing of a nation



Women’s right is at a crossroad, the right to education

work for a corporation sitting at the table of decision making

that is useful for business but not unsafe for people.

They are conned we all have conned into

thinking this is the future.



The highest accolade a person can win is to give birth

to new life and bring them up to be sound

and kind member of the society, only a woman can do this

but many of them have forsaken what is important in life

New life.



Every woman in Europe should have five offspring

or the civilization we live in will die out.

Instead, we vilify single mothers for giving birth

we have to pay for we should put them on a pedestal 

for bringing life into the world.



Abortion is killing the nations of Europe, but we do not

understand the implications of this

We become a minority to a culture alien for us

Women who have done their heroic duty

are vigorous enough to run a nation.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

The Fall of the West

The fall of the west

Easy, abortion worrying, call for an appointment at five.
A well-educated woman has a career to consider
 this is her right to pursue her dream. (Work before pleasure.) 
a mother is hard work and the pay is lousy 
Birth rates in Europe are sinking, upsetting the balance of the future.
A less educated woman has to work also one pay packet is not thanks 
to our capitalist system called hard graft
In Portugal, the birth rate is low, from one generation to a distressing fall.
Old people die out there are not enough people to take up the slack, 
which in the end ruin a country?
If an unmarried woman has 3 to 4 children, she is seen as a loose 
Woman, we punish her and her children sending them into poverty
 while we should applaud her for saving the future of Europa
What is needed is economic stimulus making motherhood well paid 
a career to strive towards.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Covid 19-Treatment Pass It Along

We have had a thousand different corona viruses over the years.  The flu is a corona virus, when does it die out?  It always dies out in the summer as the temps rise. One thing all of these different Corona viruses have in common is their sensitivity to heat. When exposed to temperatures of 133 degrees fahrenheit or above the virus dies within 2 to 5 minutes. Boil some water and breath in the hot steam for 5 minutes, do this twice a day and it will kill the virus in you sinus area if you have come into contact with it that day. If you are already infected do this treatment 4 times a day. Put a towel over your head and the steam to breath it in, be careful that the steam is not to hot to cause burns of course. Pass this along my friends.

I checked the world maps from the cdc, the hot areas of the globe are virtually unaffected by the virus. Mexico is at 90 degrees Fahrenheit right now and they do not have it there. Stop and think even if you are skeptical and think this is bs what will it hurt to try.  At the very least it will clear out your sinuses and make you feel better
Form: ABC


Premium Member Interview With a Dying Tree-

INTERVIEW WITH A DYING TREE-

I stand erect I embrace we
You cover me I am under you us
Grounded together we two
I am of you, we both stand in the wind

Both sprightliness, yet of skins
I die daily, my skin sheds
We gather this meeting we hug a conference created beings
In examination whose evaluation our dialogue audience

Exchange canvass the 3rd degree who said you’re a dying tree
I shed skin you shed buds and leaves daily
I speak life, live tree I speak life into me
You’re created-higher than the grounds

You’re created to cleanse the air
So that I may breathe the breath of God
You’re confer with
You’re pollinated

You’re survey you sound out ascertain the opinion of doubt
You shall not be disease nor die out I speak life I decree
I speak life, no you shall not be hewed, nor are you diseased
I speak life, you’re not said a dying tree

6/24/23
 For “The Interview” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco

The Killing of a Nation

The slow killing of a Nation

Women`s rights are at a crossroad the right to be 
educated work for a corporation sitting at a table 
making decisions that are useful for a firm but unsafe 
for the society. They have been conned, we all have 
been tricked into thinking that this is the future.

The highest accolade a person can win is to
give birth to new life bring them up to be sound
and kind member of the society only a woman
can do that but they have forgotten what is
important…new life.

Every woman should have at least five offspring
or the civilisation, we live in will die out.
Instead, we vilify single mothers for giving birth
We have to pay for when we should put them
on a pedestal for bringing life into the world.

Abortion is killing the nations in Europe, but
we have yet to understand its implications
before we end up as a minority and a culture
alien to us. Women who have done their job
are vigorous enough to run a country.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Choice

The skies opened their curtains,
And grimly offered me that which I had always sought for
Asylum, refuge, protection, peace, eternity,
Why, all that I had been coveting while I was
Suffering, treading dangerously in the murky waters of Earth!

I looked at the way ahead with hope ringing in my heart
At last, my life buoy was here!
But then, the image of Love, left to himself,
Blinded and swimming in the darkness of earthly life
Flashed in my gaze, causing me to instinctively turn away from the skies!

Why, the realization shook me to a jolt,
The Heavens won't be as enticing as I deem them to be
Without the soul that was meant to complement mine
Yes, without love, the land of eternity would merely be a place
Where I shall enjoy eternal youth in peace, while feeling miserable!

Pray, the skies closed their curtains on my resigned face
So be it, I whispered, my blooms shall meet with their fate
Whether they die out of neglect, or they become the most glorious of all
Is not up to my will, rather, my fate, remains tied to love's, 
As it had been decried since the beginning of times!

Dripping Candle Glowing In the Frosty Snow

Everything around me is so dark,
only the frigid sky shows its hues...
as the cold robin flutters on the sill of my bright window,
to pick up the last breadcrumbs left  by the ragged widow;
and she, with a cart full of gifts, is looking for kids 
to give them to...as she seemed unable
to move around in her worn-out shoes,
and I surprisingly catch some sadness in her smile!   


Dripping candle glowing in the frosty snow,
chase away every approaching shadow
from her tweedy, wind-blown coat,
to spread light on her gliding path:
where snow-drifts may reduce her sight!
Dripping candle glowing in the frosty snow,   
let her kindness be remembered on this Christmas' Eve...
as we all share in that spirit of giving it all!  
  

And I will remember her, too, in my joyous glee; 
as she goes past the lamp-posts of each silent street,
humming her tuneful carol with a soul so spirited...
echoing the enthusiasm of a dashing child!


Dripping candle glowing in the frosty snow,
ask her if you can be her friend...guiding her on her journey; 
dripping candle, brilliant with hope and light ,
make her joyfully smile down the snowy road of this Christmas' night
by letting all the bells of the gloomy town ring like they rang before...
when she went door to door to spread the season's good tidings, 
and are those vivid memories reflected in her nostalgic and kind eyes?
Dripping candle glowing in the frosty snow,
don't die out...until her weeping face beholds Christ's glory,
and she can forever rest in His comforting arms! 


Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Form: Ballad

Premium Member - I Need a Nap -

The mysteries of sleep
                              Long nights with many interruptions
                          The light bulb in my head will not die out
                      despite the fact that the body is heavy and tired
                                     Nothing should be untried ...
                                  the most important hours of rest

                                    I walk back and forth through
                                         the silence of the house
                                 In the flickering fire of my thoughts
                            If sleep was not essential for good health,
                            would probably mother earth not prioritize
                          that we should spend 1/3 of the day sleeping
                                Sleeping Beauty woke up refreshed
                                      ( She slept for 100 years
                            even for a princess's heart way too long )
                                  The hunt for a rested morning




                                    
                                                 19/05/2021
                                        Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
                                   Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Form: Verse

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