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Love Being In Love But Love Don'T Love Thee

For thy heart beats of pain.
For it yearns for love
Yet, love is not on the scale
of gain.
For thy heart is slowly beating 
away..
For the cries and heartache 
seems to never end
For it is here to stay.
Through thy hidden fears..
only thy cries speaks very
loudly.
For at one time..it was disguised
with smiles very proudly.
Yet, no one seems to notice the pain
that grows inside of thee.
For thy have kneeled on thines
knees..asking...
"is this how it's gonna be?"
Trust
Devotion
and Love is not in the picture,
For trine heart is broken and
crushed into different measures and
mixtures.
For how thy pray to the heavens for
love.
For one can only wait for the
answer  from way up above.
For thy love being in love....
but ones discovered that love don't 
love thee.
For time has passed..love seems to
hide from thee.
How can this be?
For one feels that love is not meant
for thee.
Hoping
Wishing
and Praying that love is for thee.
Hopefully a miracle will come and
open thy eyes..So thy can see that
love is there for thee.
But until then...thy" Love Being In Love..
But Love Don't  Love Thee."

The End!
Form: Didactic


Dirt On My Knees

I kneeled down in freedom’s grasp
I let out a somewhat relieved gasp
Shaking off the dirt on my knees
Oh no please don’t…oh please…

Don’t leave me by myself all night long
I’ve longed to hear your midnight song
Don’t tell me I don’t belong here with you
Because we aren’t through…and that isn’t true

I landed on my two feet thankfully
At last, you are in my heart of glee
Envy has wrecked my soul for a long while
So, come along with me now for just a mile

Don’t worry about a thing, my darling
I believe that you and I are everlasting
You sang me to sleep by your lullaby
After all is said and done, I begin to cry

I cried happy tears
I’ve waited for you
For too many years

Oh, all I say is true

Shaking off the dirt
Pain inside does hurt
Sorrow is not the end 

Here’s a heart to mend

Troubled lows, 
You let me down
Your shadows - 

I wear as a crown

Ah, how I tried with all of my might
To fight the good fight day and night
But, dear, you made me lose
Because of your solemn blues

I kneeled down in captivity’s hold
I struggled to be resilient and bold
Shaking off the dirt on my knees

You put me at ease, treasured trees

Cease being a tease, ground breeze

Premium Member Wild Child

A boy all alone, with Binky in tow
In search of that place where the wild things grow
No compass in hand to say where to go
An innocent child would already know 

He traveled by day and traveled by night 
By the sun's red glow and the full moon's light 
Bravely forged ahead with untrammeled sight
The sheer audacity of this lads plight

Over hill and dale, what progress he made 
Determined he trudged over field and glade
Near the end of hope, the boy kneeled and prayed
Resting only now under forest shade

I want to stay here, teach me what you know 
Please Lord, I have no other place to go 
Now this child of four, Binky still in tow
Will live in the woods where the wild things grow
Form: Rhyme

Sailor song, my version

You saw me in a softened light
Like something you could hold too tight
But baby, I’ve been breaking slow
You know, you know
You kneeled like I was everything
But love don’t come with angel wings
And what you wanted, I’m not sure I owe

You want me kissing on your mouth and loving like a sailor
But I’ve been lost at sea and I’m no good at being braver
You think I’m holy, but I’m haunted by your favor
And every time you touch me, I forget I’m just a stranger
We get a little dirty, and we’re right back where we start
You sleep so you can find me, but you’re pulling me apart
You sleep so you can find me, but I’m buried in the dark

You put my fingers to your lips
Like secrets wrapped in sinking ships
And swore that no one else had
Stuck quite like that
I tried to numb it down with space
But nothing ever takes your place
Even pain, you wore it like a badge

You want me kissing on your mouth and loving like a sailor
But baby, I’ve been drowning, not a fighter, not a savior
You say I’ve got you covered, but I’m shaking underneath
I sleep so I can leave you without saying what I mean
We get a little dirty, and we wipe away the truth
You sleep so you can see me, but I’m not the same to you
You sleep so you can see me, but I never sleep for you

We could run away to every room inside my mind
You’ll be the danger, baby, I’ll pretend I’m fine
We’ll laugh at all the things we swore were by design
We’ll stay until the silence starts to blur the line
Form: Lyric

Jesus and the Child of Grace

In an old vineyard 
When Jesus was just a lamb 
His coat eight years old 
Working with the chaste Joseph 
His father and guide 
As the beloved Mary 
Kneeled and prayed to God 
In their small and humble home 
A visitor came 
Golden and shining brightly 
Like beams of sunlight 
Shooting through the home’s window 
Shooting from heaven 
Shooting down from the clear heights 
Mary beheld him
Thinking he was her young son 
Putting off his coat 
With gentleness the child said 
“Where is dear Jesus
My dear brother and brave twin 
I want to meet him” 
Mary never responded 
In fearful blindness 
Thinking he was a phantom  
From the lightless depths 
Rather than light from the heights 
She seized his right arm 
And tied his arm to the foot 
Of the worn, torn bed  
Not wishing to scare her more 
He remained at peace 
Not saying a single word
During this event
Jesus held an empty branch
Observing the wood 
As if it were a mirror 
Soon he heard Mary 
Jabbering in confusion 
With tears raining down
In this dim storm of wailing 
Jesus heard the words 
Breaking through the whirling clouds 
“A phantom has come 
Dressed in golden apparel 
Dressed in bright lightning 
Saying “Where is dear Jesus
My twin and brother 
I desire to see him” 
Joseph please help me” 
Only Jesus saw the light 
And heard the thunder
For he had wise eyes to see 
And had ears to hear 
He proclaimed with holy strength 
“Mother, where is he 
So that I may see the light 
Or should I wait here 
Waiting for the bright sunlight 
To break through this storm” 
Jesus said these words in joy 
Joseph was startled 
Mary wiped away her tears 
They entered the house 
And found the spirit at peace 
Still bound to the bed 
Both the parents looked at him 
Then looked at Jesus 
And found them to be the same 
Mary walked further 
And unloosed the child angel 
He bowed to Mary 
He and Jesus said no words 
For they were brothers 
They hugged with their gentle arms 
Gave a holy kiss 
The angel child disappeared 
For he and Jesus 
Became one white pearl of light 
Thus the empty branch
Bloomed with delicious almonds 
Bloomed with holy life
Thus this town was sanctified 
Crowned with golden, shining grace 


Poem based on the account from the ancient apocryphal book The Pistis Sophia, Chapter 61.
Form: Choka


Memorial Day 2026

We memorize a ton of things
Them phones, birthdays and deadline
Important something, so it clings
And daily chores of every kind

But there's a day we shouldn't miss
Amidst the life's intrepid fuss
We are around, think of this
Because someone protected us

He gave his life on a battlefield
We knew his name not, or deed
Yet, we as nation, must be kneeled
To soldier's memory indeed

Remember those served in wars
And place a flag in ground they rest
These fighters, gallant to the core
Gave all they had, they were the best

Time to observe Memorial Day
Stop for a moment, pay respect
Last Monday of the month of May
To say a prayer and reflect

May 25, 2026
© Ed Kay  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Blood Red

The stench of blood so thick you could taste it
Raivel swallowed hard amongst the slashed
corpses of terrified souls littering the field
A harvest of death gleams and sparkles
as the crimson dripped from his swords edge
Duty is duty, never question, everyone dies
Untangle the mortal souls that clutch the earth
of their graves. Send them to the gods...

Raivel was half divine but pure evil
numb from life, dark inside
His eyes slits of glowing hate,
Only fully opened when he killed
with a bosterious laughter of doom.
Raivel was created for the kill
Killing all, good or bad, young or old
ugly or beautiful, dead was dead
Death was his wages for his being
and he was always paid in full

Demon perhaps, Vengeance not quite
Justice? who amongst humans can judge the gods
His face was void, only devil eyes and open mouth
of laughter.  Mercy never, emotionless but beautiful
in a haunting ballad of slaughter.
All who saw him fell and trembled
All who fled impaled on his spear
There was no where to hide
Only time to die
Prayers to the gods who sent him
mocked the very existence of his being.

Was Raivel sent to perish the human race
were the gods tired of disappointment
or was slaughter morbid enjoyment
Fire from the sky would cleanse the mounds of dead
flames licking away until the smoldering ashes
blown into the wind would darken the sky 
and fore warn others of their fate.

On the Field of Jade, earth's perfection
of grace and beauty
Raivel kneeled a wash in the splatters of blood red
His back towards the dead polluting this sacred place.
Raivel stood and open his eyes and screamed the pain
of millions of butcher souls. He swung his mighty sword into
 heaven to pierce the bellies of the gods.
No more my lords, no more...
A shiver of mist blanketed the earth as soft raindrops cried
upon the land. Raivel his open eyes full blood red shed a single tear
as he combusted from within shooting flames of hell so high
the ashes of heaven buried the dead.

Time has passed, legends are born
little children be good or Raivel will slay us all
And people to this day still visit the wonderful
Field of Jade where roses bloom full and heavy
colored deep in the hue of Blood Red.

Premium Member To My Mother In Heaven

Do you still pray for me in paradise
are you healed and whole and beautiful again
Is little Jesse by your side so young was he when he died
Did daddy make it up that way and as he with you to stay
I wonder if you sing those hymns and play your harmonica
to glorify Him.
Has Jesus given you from the cup to drink, to quench that thirst
that dried your soul from sickness that made you old
a husk of the beauty you used to be, in Heaven are you blessed
and at last free.
Have you dined at Heaven's table and feasted with joy
those years of war and poverty do you know hunger anymore
Have you seen your mother and father again, your two brothers
lost in war and all those family and friends who passed before
Are you home in a palace grand no more shanty tiny house
are you home at last
I remember as a child I would awaken in the darkness of the night
there by the side of her bed my mother kneeled and bow her head
I would hear her softly pray for us to have a better day. She prayed for me and my sisters three, mother did you ever really sleep always praying
into the night deep, all those prayers you had to keep, my mother dear.
I kneel down beside my bed and to the Lord I bow my head my hands 
clasped and my heart clear I pray for all I hold so dear. and dear God
I pray Above that for my mother please give her eternal peace
and salvations love.

I heard my name By Suzan Satchell

I heard my name

I heard my name in my mother's prayer each day as she kneeled and prayed.
I heard my name in Mother's Prayer. such a beautiful prayer she said.
My mother's prayer is dear to me; it surely keeps me in check.
My mother's prayer will continue to guide my weary steps.
Dear mother, dear mother, your prayers are rooted in my breast.
Dear mother, dear mother I think your prayers are the best.
Dear mother, dear mother, your prayer I cannot forget.
I heard my name in my mother's prayer, and my heart was truly blessed.
I heard my name in my mother's prayer up to her last breath.
Dear mother, dear mother, you are surely the best.
I love to hear my mother's prayer because in it I heard my name.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Ratzinger Und Ich

We asked for nothing more
than a Musik sheet the war 
was nearing an end you and 
your bruder was quite young 
your wounds were healing as 
we kneeled at Saint Sebastian 

Church Rome 1944 mass wasn’t 
the same without the harsh bellows 
of Victory sending the birds fleeting 
through the chapel as the bells chimed 
I’d remember you always every single 
time I fondly winded a wooden 

coo coo as the milk maids dance 
the wood cutter chops the bird 
flies out the steeple over frauenkirche 
our lady of Munich as we gathered 
kirchenmusik our time Marienplatz 
Mary’s town house of monks 

seeing your tiny face peeking 
through the American soldiers 
hiding from Hitler amazing even 
though you were wounded you 
stood fast in Rome awaiting 
victory captured a pow a prisoner 

of war hard to believe today that 
priest were being kelp among 
my grandfather platoon somewhere 
in Italy keeping you and your bruder 
safe sharing lovely hymns throughout 
Europe my meeting you while touring 

Munich Chaplains arch bishop of Munich 
the fondness of shopping in the forst 
dining feasting on viener snitzel and 
pomfritts a crisp Riesling sways 
settled my nerves right before the 
guest arrived the clock makers all 

lined seeking solace for peace carving 
my children toys from wood to take 
back home to America my making 
guitar keys for violins cellos violas 
writing poetry why we were the Musik 
who would have thought one of you 

would be Pope I always thought 
it would have be you Georg you sang 
like a Cardinal creating a flock to the 
choir many blessings Georg and Joseph 
Ratzinger mein kirchenmusik Pope Benedict 
May the Lord always be with your spirits
Form: Triversen

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