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Premium Member Tonight's Festivities

Ever around us, now they surround us.
This one evening of foul festival fuss.
dance with the ghosts
sing with our dead hosts
Toward the Styx we quickly schuss.

Ravens crawl and snakes fly,
goonies have only one good eye.
ghosts will haunt us
and goblins taunt us
Soon we’ll meet our fate by and by.

Secrets of rats and blind bats,
werewolves wild, and familiar cats.
zombies dragging through mud
kill, then drink the blood
while witches wave magic hats.

Cemeteries live with haints and shades,
psychotic killers wielding sharp blades.
no time for a stroll
time to pay the toll
Finality floats as the night fades.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Our Flag Waved

Our Flag Waved 
in a foreign land...

Given the taste, 
of sweet, 
savory, freedom...
The people cry out for more. 
Scared they are about to be, 
mummified forever, 
in the throng of one-ness. 

Your pretty faces, 
will be ugly and all just alike. 
You will conform to the proper, 
hair-do...
You will dress in what we give you, 
wear what you must, 
and above all...
die as "We" see fit. 

It will not happen quickly...
no-not fast at all. 
We want to make an example. 
Do not fear or shed a tear, 
no one will hear you scream. 
Organs gifted to the rich, 
bought and sold to the highest.

No...
we will not eat you all today, 
we have to do it slowly, 
so it will last. 

Your children,
we will take, 
and give each one a chance, 
to dance in the darkness...
of illiteracy,
and ensure our path to glory, 
is a long and golden road. 

Like the great wall, 
filled with bodies, 
our land is full of ghosts, 
hosts for the unwilling
and hatred of all things free.
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member FAITH IN GOD WHO INSTRUCTS US TO HEAR HIS WORD

August 17 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 19-22

Key Verse – Jeremiah 19:3 … Hear ye the word of the LORD…Thus saith the LORD of hosts….

FAITH IN GOD WHO INSTRUCTS US TO HEAR HIS WORD	

God instructs us to hear His Word that transforms us wonderfully
Through His power midst His granted salvation securely…
We praise Him for building up our faith spiritually
Toward our character development constantly.
 
God instructs us to hear His Word that strengthens our Scriptural firmness
Through His principles and statutes against falsity and deceitfulness…
We praise Him for sanctifying our faith with doctrines of righteousness
Toward our holiness for testimony’s uprightness.

God instructs us to hear His Word that governs our victory
Through His love vanquishing attacking hatred’s fury…
We praise Him for upholding our faith when we are weary
Toward our gladness in sharing His Gospel story.

God instructs us to hear His Word that settles our doubts
Through His truth midst skepticism-clouts…
We praise Him for rebuking our faith showing unbelief-pouts
Toward our steadfastness against backsliding whereabouts.

God instructs us to hear His Word that exhorts diligence in our stewardship
Through His wisdom to do well in His ministry-partnership…
We praise Him for reinforcing our faith by His discipleship
Toward our enthusiasm in being a part of His fellowship.

God instructs us to hear His Word that admonishes our submission
Through His grace to overcome pride’s oppression…
We praise Him for refining our faith along His supervision
Toward our humility in thanking His endless compassion.

God instructs us to hear His Word that settles our service-commitment
Through His encouragement along His enablement…
We praise Him for increasing our faith by His divine fulfillment
Toward our involvement in His kingdom-advancement.

August 17, 2025
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Out of Quietus

No ... there would be no happy end to this story ...

No shining horizon or shimmering visions of tomorrow,
No joyous rhapsody of angels to greet us at the end of THIS tunnel.
The Big Apple was behind us now, fallen to the horrors of the epidemic ...
A gestation period of merely thirty seconds,

Which meant half the globe - half of humanity -
Could be firmly in its grip within 48 hours ...
Just two days! (And that was an optimistic estimate).
I worked for the CDC, but was on vacation with my family ...

My wife, two daughters, one son,
In Manhattan to see "Hamilton" on Broadway.
We were headed back to The Plaza when it happened -
When the first infected folks started to turn.

Whatever it was, it increased metabolism in the host,
As though giving people super powers,
Making them faster, stronger, more erratic, more deadly ...
One bite to the skin, and within half a minute, the person would change ...

Transform, into these ... monsters, crazy eyes and gnashing teeth,
With only one drive and purpose - to bite flesh and spread contagion,
(And the possibilities of mutations were nearly fathomless).
Nature always protects itself ... always finds a way,

And diseases and microorganisms are PART of nature.
Like good bacteria, viruses seek out highly beneficial environments,
And this one had selected the most deadly and formidable of hosts - humans.
On the other end of this long tunnel under the Hudson, was New Jersey ...

We were headed south to Atlanta and CDC headquarters,
But that was an eternity from where we were,
With untold dangers and obstacles ahead,
And in the midst of this horrifying and virulent plague.

The tunnel was empty, thankfully, and dark,
But with a tension-filled quietus that seemed ready to explode.
Our one blessing? It was very early Sunday morning,
And there was little traffic on the highway.

Still, there would be surprises coming, we knew not what ...
Surprises and trials, at the end of this long underpass AND beyond.
We could see the light of the entrance as it drew closer,
We could envision the stress and danger, and feel the cold breath ...

Of doom approaching.




~ 4th Place ~  in the "Tunnel Vision" Poetry Contest, Kai Michael Neumann, Sponsor.

Cancer's Veil

Carcinoma, melanoma sick twins
Inside their innocuous hosts grin
For surface tension brings no chagrin
Another, common diagnosis will time lend
Healthy cell structures to amend
Immune systems with guile befriend
In state of denial, journey begins
Signs not to the human eye hidden
But worry has healthy mind forbidden
Asbestos, carbon dioxide, dioxin
Immune filters will certainly fend
Smoking, over eating, years of gin
Only near life's end wages will append
Per chance through pore seeps pathogen
To rally antibody troops always an antigen
Discolored figment under skin
Bright pigment from allergen
A red rash can dry with benzine
Yellowish splotch need carotene
Brownish bump harmless toxin
Black mole surely genetic origin
Benign cyst lacking needed vitamin
Purplish lesion can cure with Neosporin
Small lump only a gland that's swollen
Goiter rarely takes malignant spin
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Christ is the Reason for Christmas Season

Our Redeemer Jesus Christ is the God of our salvation…
His compassion works in us with His wondrous perfection
Great is His faithfulness in rescuing us from hell’s condemnation
Toward heavenly kingdom of scriptural instruction.

Our Saviour Jesus Christ, the reason for Christmas, indeed blesses…
His love mends us with His strengthening braces
Great is His power in transforming us from idolatry’s curses
Toward grateful worship of sincere praises.

Our Lord Jesus Christ grants righteous settlement… 
His grace secures us with His steadfast commitment
Great is His holiness in cleansing us from worldliness’ ailment
Toward sanctified service of eternal investment.

Our Friend, Jesus Christ, exemplifies humbleness…
His goodness restores us with His ready forgiveness
Great is His meekness in reproving us from ambition’s haughtiness
Toward willing obedience of joyful submissiveness.
 
Our Sanctifier, Jesus Christ, sanctifies us from pride’s spoilage…
His kindness preserves us with His worthy heritage
Great is His light in exposing us from humanism’s damage
Toward victorious surrender of humble courage.

Our Victor, Jesus Christ, shields us from Satan’s darts…
His deliverance shields us with His mighty ramparts
Great is His protection in driving us from evil-destructions’ starts
Toward guided steps of guarded hearts.

Our Life, Jesus Christ, meets our needs throughout eternity…
His provisions fill us with His sufficient bounty
Great is His wisdom in directing us from poverty’s calamity 
Toward blessed contentment of diligent duty.

*Jeremiah 50:34 Their Redeemer is strong; the LORD of hosts is his name…

December 25, 2019
Form: Rhyme

Passing Ships

He couldn’t recall an event
Or a time or even a place
Somehow he knew he knew
That approaching smiling face.
A night of flowing drinks
A night of many toasts 
A night of copious alcohol 
Supplied by generous hosts

A night of drunken wandering 
Strange street intersections
Of turning left instead of right
A night off wrong directions.
Welcoming arms
To his surprise
To be replaced
By moans and sighs.

Coming  suddenly awake in
A strange love wrecked bed
A fast emerging hangover 
Pounding through his head.
Not his house
Not his room
An awful sense of
Impending doom.

The act of quietly dressing
To creep down a strange stair
Unobserved she watched him
Emerge into crisp morning air.
A night of unbridled passion
Of giving  and taking
A night of unexpected and
Passionate love making

Silently she’d watched the stranger
As he disappeared from her sight
Contentedly musing on those
Ships that pass in the night.
Now he’d returned her smile
Though not knowing why
And the moment was gone
As they passed each other by.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Heavenly Angels Watch Over Me

Oh! Heavenly angels watch over me twenty-four hours by hours by night and by day.  Watching over me, by keeping me safe from harm. Holding me in their  strong and secure arms.  Whenever I call out their names for help and mercy, they response to my heartful pleas.

Oh, Heavenly angels worship and praise the Lord.  Whenever a lost soul cries out to become redeemed, the entire heavenly angelic hosts rejoice and sing.  glory to God in the highest and peace on earth good will towards men and women. And there will really be peace on earth someday.

Oh! Whenever I am in double trouble.  Whenever I feel in double jeopardy.   My own special angels are assigned to me.  And they never ever walk away from me.  Whenever I cry tears of anger and pain sting my eyes. They freely reach out and comfort me.

Whenever I am feeling sad, all alone and very blue deep inside.  My guardian angels will fly right to my side and comfort me.  Whenever I feel I am all alone in the world, and nobody even cares what happens to me. Once I was lost, but now I am found, was blind but now I see the  heavenly lights lite up the sky.

Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 23, 2020
Form: Lay

Premium Member Souls Visit Me

Souls visit me.

In the blood orange curtains in the back of my eyes
Their faces float in and out of focus as they take turns looking for me.
Some are wearing thick round goggles and peer through
As if they can’t see in my darkness.

One face fades into another appearing in the portal of my mind.
I recognize all but a few, breathlessly I call out and ask them to stay.
But, this membrane between me and eternity only permits a glimpse.

Faces of terror and menace I see only in my dreams.
Waking and waiting peering into the flowing orange mists of my closed eyes
I see my hosts, each smiling and fearless, each saying silently,
“It’s going to be ok.”

God's Confession Part One

I was sitting along 
In a godforsaken bar 
Somewhere on the lunatic fringes 
Of society 
 
On the bad part of town 
Over by railroad tracks  
Heading to hell 
As fast as I could drink it down 
 
Enjoying my lonely drink 
Drinking by my lonesome self 

With my partners 
Jimmy Dean, and the Walker brother 
And his old Granddad 

Just drinking and hanging 
With the Jack Daniel's gang 
 
A crazed bum 
With a thousand year stare 
Walks up to me 

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He begins 
Muttering to himself 

Nutty nonsense 
Crazy words 
In a lunatic's voice 
 
He had the look 
Of one possessed  
By his own demons 

That only he can see 
Or hear 

Possessed by a secret knowledge 
Only he knew 
 
Despite myself 
I was fascinated  
By this lunatic's tale 
 
So, I stopped him  
And said 

So, what's your game 
Anyway 
 
The short little dude 
Stopped his insane prattle 

Starting at me 
With that thouthousand-year-oldre 
 
Just another washed up 
Lunatic 

Too many drugs 
Too many bad nights 
On the wrong side of life 

An acid causality from the 60’s
Went out so far 
Down the LSD rabbit hole 
Never came back

He looked at me 
And proclaimed his story 
 
He reared up 
And filled up the room 

And lifted the bar 
On his finger 

And stared down at me 
From the sky 
 
And said 
Since you asked 

I am God 
The alpha and Omega 
The real deal 

The original dude of dudes 
The sultan of Swing 
God of hosts 
And father of that Jesus dude 
 
But no one knows me  
Any more 
No one cares
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.

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