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When the women stand by

women are the backbone 
of a multitude of success 
because women are known 
to always give their very best 
women have given birth 
to those who have grow up to be 
righteous men and women with godly personalities
those who promote the agenda of God
those who have grace instilled in their hearts. 
women can give birth to destinies 
in the midst of adversity 
women also give birth to those 
who in the spirit tend to soar free

women have been known to reach down 
in the womb of time by fulfilling prophecies 
because when women stand by 
there's no telling what will come to be
women give birth to ideas, to causes 
and to plans
women stand back and stand by 
as they hold to God's unchanging hands
many say women are weak 
but little do they know 
that giving birth is no small feat
it's a miraculous godly show

when women stand by 
genocide is thwarted
the plans of the devil's disciples 
then become distorted 
as God will use your present enemy 
to restore your future promise 
for God is in the midst to reveal 
those who are dishonest

midwives have always had a special place 
when it comes to God's design 
those women who stand by to help
give birth 
when life is on the line
yet Pharaoh tried to coerce them 
to kill little baby boys 
but two midwives refused to take part 
in that mission to destroy

when the women stand by
life becomes precious and preserved 
When the women stand by
we always get what we deserve
positioned to now be a catalyst of change 
an opportunity to now represent 
placed to now seek your purpose 
and give rise to your testament 
so recognize your place in this world 
and discover your godly mission
and no matter what path 
you choose to take, 
make sure God is part of that decision 
when the women stand by, 
life will always be sustained 
because Shiprah, Puah, Miriam & Harriet
stood firmly on God's name

when the women stand by


Tiger Lily

I gaze up into the swoon of night,
forbidden thoughts of you, swallowed by the moon.
An authentic surprise…
A magnetic dimension…
a precarious invention indeed.
Our creed...
Every word...
Every thought freed.
A whole world waiting between,
what I had dreamed…
what I had imagined…
I feel you, sacred, like Tamarind
or Tiger Lily...
Slowly, quietly, absolutely!
You appear, here…
A home that’s been waiting in my heart,
debating this art now on display,
Just an array of sunrays in every way.
Rekindled intention of a love dimension.
Oh, what an exquisite invention!
As I gaze up into the swoon of night,
The moon so dazzlingly bright.
Your eyes give rise to this sweet kind of wise.
And there, in your eyes, still…
The moon so gloriously full,
As I feel a euphoria of wonderful.
Don’t go, don’t float away this time…
I need your light for my words to take flight,
for the poet to delight...
Set the mind alight...
Forbidden fire...
I cannot write without your desire.

Premium Member Of Those Who Loved Her

Lilting voice of tender carriage
          Defined her gentle being
 As time had not dismissed
            Her childlike charisma

Laughter often narrates thought
         When memories give rise
Recalling her demeanor
   In sweet tempered innocence

For in a world of dusk and gloom
          Her light, a shimmer fair
Would offer loving respite 
   From course of heart’s concern 
 
Though now her voice no longer
Carries forth the air we breathe
     It will surely live forever
In the care of those who loved her




Dedicated to my loving Godmother
who slipped away to sing elsewhere
7/24/18

Slipping Into Autumn

Slipping into Autumn

Next to spring,
  autumn brings so much color, it is almost indescribable
the beauty lies in the sun light
  glimmering in sultry reflections,
the tattered leaves dying give rise to the abundance
  of a hidden harvest ready for taking then sleep.

Breathing desperate
  holding onto the last promises of seasons warmth and growth
the magnificence of light creeping in thru tree shadows
  lingering and skipping on the branches,
the leaf hues ebb and flow, blending and bleeding
  between the red orange hackle berry and the green paling oak.

Heartbeat of the earth
  pounding with oncoming change of seasons seen before
yet never to be seen the same again
  shedding leaves in wind and rain patches piling on the ground
the sounds and visions of change
  one bowing to another, welcoming and parting quietly.

Soul of the earth
  resurrected by the light  to rise and again be seen
the solace of hope 
  clinging to creation from the mind and heart of God,
the eye of time
  slips in and out waiting and watching.






The human body bears
  the lessons learned harboring deeper messages
the signs of things to come
  that signal new life  and the dreams that rest in wait,
as the shadows fade into the dusk
  and darkness falls soft in multicolored pastel skies.

The spirit remains
   seeking out all that waits fulfillment of the cycle
that turns the world
  revolving in the images of autumn and its resilience
the moment marked in time
  by picture and memory of what was and yet can be.

To see it all again
   in a slightly different light
the embrace of the how and why
  we live, grow, change and age
seeing the world anew
  for the first time slipping into autumn.

One season slips away
   another ready and eager to take its place
the flow of life
  ever changing, ever repeating
the point of existence
  reborn.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Snowy's Still Waters

SNOWY’S STILL WATERS
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
The rolling hills surround the lake
It’s still-waters glisten in the simmering heat
With nary a wave breaking on the shore
As echos of life now and past resound

The gentle sloping hills reach to the shore
Abound with kangaroo, ducks and emu’s
They have no fear of man encroaching
As they noisily graze on the abundant grasses

This man- made lake built of sweat and tears
A monument to those past, who toiled so hard
Now a haven for those who visit the Snowy
And they flock in their hundreds to experience the wilderness

The steep hillsides decked with timber and shrubs
The golden wattles a site to behold
The purple weeds interspersed amongst the grasses
Give rise to a sense of peace and tranquility

Spare a thought for those who built this wonder
For they endured hardship the likes we could not imagine
The Snowy gave no ground, she made them pay
Whilst taming the rivers and streams that have slipped beneath the waves

They tamed the raging rivers of snow melt
That used to make their long journey to the sea
Now the rivers are silent for they are deep beneath the lake
But there is life as the lake spills over creating power and irrigation

Of the original inhabitants whose land this was so long past
Now just part of the dreamtime of stories thus told
As the ghost of those who lived and worked to build
Sleep forever beneath the Snowy’s cold dark waters


Premium Member Hope and Efforts

 When the sky is veiled with dark hues
And the days are wintry cold,
When prospects for sky to turn blue
Are dim, remote and far from bold,
When darkness spreads over one`s life
And living is a daily strife,
When chance for brightness to recur
In the near term is faint and blurred,
When fate hurls a soul in a ditch
And dreams seem to be out of reach,

But youthful hues sit on the skin
Like a plant newly flowering
Like the freshness of morning dew
And the joints carry manly strength,
Hopes for summer to bring anew
Brighter sunny days at long length
May truly enlighten the heart,
A solid sense of strength impart
Cheer up the spirit for a while
And on the face restore a smile.

Yet hope can turn to be futile
If it rests on grounds that`re sterile
And not tendered with rightful care
Or left alone to its own fare;
Dreams may remain only as dreams
If not propelled with with proper steam,
Hopes for a better tomorrow
Can be the cause of sad sorrow
If not cemented with efforts
Aimed at improving one's own lot.

Hope may just beget illusion
And give rise to dark delusion;
It can`t serve as a prop for long,
Nor does man live on hope alone;
One`s beloved goals to achieve
One does need to roll up the sleeves,
Set one`s hands to relentless toil
And let not one`s chances to spoil
As to make one`s dreams become true
Hope linked with efforts is the clue.
Form: Rhyme

Nasty me

Nasty ME hypocrite 

From the looks of things 
For I have looked deep down my soul 
And it only give rise to pain 
You see 

I am the shadow that consumes your light,
A toxic lover, poisoning your sight.
My touch, a flame that burns with deceit,
Melting trust, and freezing hearts that beat.


My life only paves a way for pain 

Sorrow evolves around my circle 
Its nurture and breed vindictiveness
It drinks oceans of bitterness promises 
eating  the bread of hostility 

I'm that jealous lover that stocks you and brings nothing but pain 
To your living life 

My words, a venomous whisper in your ear,
Sweet nothings that bring only fear.
I'll pull you close, then push you away,
Leaving scars that never fade.



I am the embodiment of mass destruction
On reality of unpleasant catastrophe
I sow seeds of discouragement
watered it with rivers of agony of 
Nothing but sadness 

I'll make you doubt your worth, your mind,
A maze of self-doubt, forever left behind.
My love, a suffocating, crushing weight,
A prison where freedom's just an illusion's date


I am  the terror behind your nightmares
The Imageries you refused to envision
That wages war of warfares
And rain down causalities and division

I'll feed on your insecurities,
Nourishing my power, your weaknesses.
My love's a game, where you're the prey,
A hunt where I'm the predator, night and day.


I am the scorching sun
That pierced and smeared your soul with evil
I find pleasure in your misery
And joy in suffering

I am a righteous sinner who 
wear the coat of righteousness
Beneath, lies devil's concoction
Seasoned with ingredients of vices

I'm the creativity of negativity ?? not positivity 
In my comfort, I orchestrate iniquity
I befriended light to see darkness;
to concoct wickedness so easy to judge 
Always preaching perfection but living with an infection 

But still, you'll stay, trapped in my snare,
A moth to flame, unable to bear.
The pain, the hurt, the endless fight,
A toxic dance, where love's just out of sight.


@kc 
H2O  
Owen thepoet 2019
Form: Other

Premium Member Magic of Riverbank

Flowing river’s beating drums
Open up all of mind’s doors 
Overwhelming internal spurts 
Give rise to verses of sentimental words

Big and small rocks in the river 
Show foundations of natural graceful water structures 
Snowy foam on surface of water 
Resembles glossy silvery stirring pinnacles

Golden rays of mid afternoon sun
Sparkle nearby vegetation
Bushes appearing near rocks of the stream 
Bring back lotus floras' elapsed reminiscence

Colorful butterflies and bees
Enjoy the season’s remaining flower glees
Leaping grasshoppers startle
Showing unique splashes of brilliantly colored wings 

Softly blowing wind’s gust
Cuddles the body with its tender touch
Melodies of brook’s sweet jingles
Lulls the mind, helps enjoy the concert

Liveliness at the banks of the river 
Show dynamism of nature’s life-force
Jovial mind becomes ecstatic 
Spreads out its vibrant expressive feathers
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member For Better, Not Worst

I'm not qualified to own him
And I don't intend to fall prey to him.

He has brought tears to my eyes more than once
Then again, he has cheered me up, as I glanced...

My tests sparks no controversy
The feel of his touch leaves indelible mark.

You, too, have felt his fierce touch
From time to time, it is a must.

He stands erect like one in charge
Never mind his size, he's of steel, smooth and hard.

You need not see him, but his touch you can't ignore
A part of you will quiver again, just like before.

Most Doctor visit give rise to a hypodermic needle
For better, not worst.

*
Form: Couplet

Luxury in the sky

Just the thought of it uplifts my spirit, Just the thought of it eradicate my suffering and give rise to healthy living. Take me on a luxury ride in the sky and appease my ego before I die. Soak me in the dew of the night and open my appetite. Serve me tuna fish with lots of mayonnaise and fresh green salad to compliment my praise; drench me with wine to get the heavy burden off my mind., roll out my luxury bed upon which I will rest my head. 

 I am floating on cloud nine as I embark on a luxury mission to the sky. The time is set and I am almost out of breath, this is a once in a lifetime game, and the galaxy will absorb the pain. I could feel the earth shake as we depart from the gate and take off in the air without anxiety or fear. I felt at ease as we cruise at an altitude above the sea.

I could feel the heavens rumbling in my stomach and the universe circling around me, while the clouds move swiftly in front of me. I couldn’t tell whether it was morning or night, but I was ready to enjoy that spectacular sight.

Comfort away from home follows you wherever you roam, the sofa is bigger than thee, when you fly at an altitude way above the sea, and it is more exciting than the people on earth can see. The luxury in the sky is the new move on which the artist relies, if you can imagine it, you can create it, if you can create it, you can do it.

Come aboard my plane and your life will never be the same; take a deep breath before you enter the jet. Fasten your seatbelt for we are going to take you on a luxury cruise in the sky. Eat all you can, drink all you can and if you need help the restroom will give you a helping hand. 

Here I am standing on the ground figuring out a way to get home, I have no script or purse in my hand, but I am waiting for someone to hold my hand, and without warning, I felt a warmth coming close to me, and it was like something was melting around me, my feet start to move and all of a sudden I got into the grove and the luxury in the sky dance move was created. The luxury in the sky will never die, come and dine with me tonight for the city will never cry.

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