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Rebuild Your Border

My heart goes weary; shrinking, 
I can't think right. 
My thoughts float sinking, 
It won't go filming delight. 
When all we build for all, 
Break into pieces and flew in dust. 
We wish but it is time for rebirth!

The inner dinner of the believer, 
Is a threat to standard. 
The outer doubter of the sinner, 
Is a blessing to substandard! 
When all we build for all, 
Break into pieces and flew in dust. 
We wish but it is time for rebirth!

Washing all hearts should become our aim;
In all words, acts are more of success
Crying with kindled souls turned a wailing game;
In all acts, words are more of distress. 
When all we build for all, 
Break into pieces and flew in dust.  
We wish but it is time for rebirth!

Comfort cleanse depression, 
Without traces of GUISE. 
StaIwart brings impression, 
Beyond shadows of DYES. 
When all we build for all, 
Break into pieces and flew in dust. 
We wish but it is time for rebirth!

Now, we will please His WAYS, 
Despite all our natures. 
Then, we won't remove His BAIZE, 
No matter how hard to bear a nomenclature. 
When all we build for all, 
Break into pieces and flew in dust. 
We shall at will go for rebirth!

Hallelujah! He nailed himself this  the cross;
For us, He endured  the BEING loss. 
Hosanna! He embraced all the wounds;
Not a single curse, His efforts are been crowned. 
Yet, for us are his pains, 
To make sure we are ordained. 
Lest, we may not have the gains.

Unto all is a life and its style, 
Be ye man or woman. 
Unto all is choice and its cost, 
Be ye strong or weak. 
Yet, for us are His pains, 
To make sure we are ordained. 
Lest, we may not have the gains.

Don't be afraid of their smiles, 
The enemies of great Aaron. 
Rather, be joyous that they defrost, 
Hence, doors of pretence freak. 
Yet, for us are His pains, 
To make sure we are ordained. 
Lest, we may not have the gains.

He standout as the only One, 
Pleading at the right hand of God
Despite our betrayals like Simeone, 
He cares for all against every odd. 
Happy to know you are willing... 
Gracious you, should not lean on SELF. 
Be open and call for His help killing... 
Every hindrance knowledge binds on shelf.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Little One

(*based on the parable of the talents)

Now, Little One 
Let’s see what has been done
with the precious bit
I left YOU with.


     I have been much afraid. 
     Knowing you have paid
     and made great sacrifice,
     I could not entice
     it from my hand
     to spend it on some unsafe plan.
     So, I have wisely buried it in the ground,
     and sure enough I’ve dug around and found it.
     Here, you have it, safe and sound.
     I gladly give it back--perfectly intact


Little One, my heart is broken,
for this bit I left you was but a token
of the promises I’ve spoken.

I invested in YOU.
There was nothing you could do
but win.
If you had tried and failed,
you would have nailed it!
Wiser you would be
and my return I would see
in a servant made savvy.

The risk was mine,
taken to see you shine.

Little One, you were wrong from the start.
Something deep within your heart
has deceived and made you believe
that I am only to be feared,
while all along I’ve cheered you.

Please go your way.
Tomorrow yet another day 
you have. While day is lit,
go make the most of it.

Don’t hide and quake,
refusing risks to take.
For surely more has been wasted
simply not being tasted

This whole misunderstanding
of you believing me to be demanding,
was because you saw less good in me
than I chose to see, in you.
© P.S. Awtry  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Eccentric Eyes

Open eyed, long tearless, foul silvered orbs
have you no pity? The aqua tide rides dry.
Blind staring scorches, accusing twin barbs
who burrow inward, a destiny to decry.

Scattered rendering, puzzled pieces aligning;
"Please mercy has a place, why can't I cry?"
Remove the cataract veneer, stop my pining
"Have you no place for maddened souls such as I?"

Nailed to the boards you see a canvassed psyche
dabbed upon a casein shroud in hues most bright.
"How many lamp lit days will you seek to find me?"
The light betrays me and I live in eternal fright.

Eternities unfold in Lovecraft Tales 
upon the silvered side within my eyes; hell wails.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member A Heavenly Home

He’s building us a mansion
A home fit for a king
It’s built on grace and love
Nailed together with 
Joy and peace

He’s building us a house
A place where we will be
Filled up with a light
Inspired by the One
Who breathed life into us

He’s building us a castle
A villa for hopes and dreams
Lifted from the heart
Painted across the soul
So that inspiration sings clearly

He’s building us a palace
A spread like we can’t imagine
Filling it up with serenity
Hues of laughter and comfort
That thrives on the surface

He’s building us a estate
A manor of charity and kindness
Where no fear can enter in
And prayers are answered 
With assurance that we are secure

He’s building us a dwelling
A home where we can be safe
Where no sin will ever prosper
And contentment abides forevermore
Like the love that opens the door

He’s building us a building
A abode where we will love
Unconditionally and completely
With a love that is stirred by One
Who died so we could go home

He’s building us a heavenly kingdom
A place where our hearts will know
The purest form of compassion
Love that lives everlastingly
Throughout eternity, forever and always!





"And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also." ~ John 14:3 (KJV)

Premium Member Reflections On Ancient Love

Long before sun light
was born from starkness

Long before Earth's dawn
broiled unsteady hot star fire

Long before She filled
Her scarlet mind
with Yang's high hills,
time was this love

This ancient life
reborn.

Long before our trees
greenly filled
Mother's forests

Long before a wind
unsailed to sing
Earth's wholesome songs

Long before She filled
Her turquoise mind
across Her seas,
time rewinds love

This ancient life
health born.

Long before Earth's great chain
of being
forged ecocidal
egosystems

Long before a voice
could speak
divine creation

Long before She filled
Her bleeding womb
to grow a child,
there is Earth's love

This ancient life
wealth torn.

Long before our trust
in love's life
could be broken

Long before our wounds
were nailed upon a Mother Tree

Long before She laid Her body down
under His light
time spins this love

This ancient life
still born.

Wakeful each night
greeting Earth's dawning

Stubborn as green
rebirthing burned
wounded hills

As we fill our healing minds
to hold Earth's timeless time
This ancient love
Her aching life
flows struggling on.
Form: Lyric


Premium Member Barabbas

Jailed for sedition and murder,
soon to face the executioner.
One worse than him was hard to find,
compared to him who was so kind.

Convinced that Christ the crowd would choose,
Pilate was trapped by his own ruse.
When the rabble chose Barabbas,
what was he to do with Jesus?

Crucify him, came the answer,
release to us the prisoner.
So, Christ was nailed upon a tree, 
and Barabbas was then set free.

What cruel irony is this?
A case of justice done amiss
Christ died so Barabbas could live
to us He wants, new life to give.    

Christ paid sin's price, absorbed the cost
He died so we would not be lost.
forsake the life of sin and strife
Accept Christ's offer of new life.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Had God Not Chosen

He didn't want to  take the trip,
to Calvary that day.
But did it for the good of man,
that we might have a way.

That day God willed for it to be,
that his life he should give.
Along with two malefactors,
so that you and I might live.

The soldiers there did mock him,
gave him vinegar to drink.
Then on his raiment did cast lots,
as he stood at the brink.

The people stood beholding,
the rulers were there too.
Jesus said "Father Forgive Them;
For they know not what they do".

They nailed his hands,and then his feet,
oh what a sight to see.
Then came the spilling of his blood,
the price to set men free.

Then upon earth a darkness came
the temple veil was rent.
After crying to the Father,
my Saviors life was spent.


taken from Luke 23
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member A Lovely Man

He was a lovely man; I was not a follower
But I was a believer in his Godliness and his goodliness.
His name was Jesus, and I knew he did not deserve to be there.
Nailed to a cross. It was excruciating to watch.

I had known him but a day or so, but he had been kind.
He had taken a moment to listen and to smile.
I was one of the servers at his meal and it was a pleasure to meet him.
He was appreciative and thanked us.  Humble, unassuming, sweet.

I asked my mother why such a man would be on a cross.
She was as confused as I was; but we knew better than to ask.
I had to turn away, it was too hard for me to bear.
I prayed for the man, the one many said was God’s son.

I turned back for one last look. There were angels. Their wings had covered him.
I said to my mother “Look!”
She turned. “What am I looking at?” she asked me.
“The angels!” I shrieked. They are covering Jesus.

She put her hand over my mouth to shush me. She knew the laws.
I could have been stoned to death for what I saw.
Pontius Pilate could be listening for all we knew.
I felt better after I saw the angels, knowing Jesus was safe.

Premium Member Duck Cover

He pulls 
the eiderdown 
Over his skinny 
little head 
Flashbacks in his mind 
Of a nasty video 

One which scared him 
Almost out 
of his little mind 
If only he could rewind 
Starting back 
at the beginning 

Once such images 
Entered his tiny brain 
So hard to delete 
Over and over 
Turning the head 
outside in 

Beak opens wide 
Dabbing with nerves 
Like catching flies 
twitching with exhaustion 
Images floating 
in the mind 

Nodding off 
Awakens to nightmare 
Dreaming of justice 
The culprit is covering 
the tracks 

Eventually sleep falls 
Taking him 
to duck heaven 
Were he has 
a duck banquet 
Famous ducks 
from all over 
the world 
Dreaming in royal dreams 

smiling asleep 
In the morning sun 
Enters his room 
streams of light 
Awakening jumps 
out of his skin 

Flash backs 
hoping the culprit 
is nailed 
To get his shot 
at court 
Were he will 
answer questions 
On morality 

No more 
Mr.. Nice duck 
Brings out 
deep within 
The bad and ugly side 
Of his soft makeup 

Second thoughts 
Just be himself 
Stand firm and be counted 
Like a legionnaire 
In the desert 

Caught in sandstorms 
When the sand settles 
This duck 
will brew 
the mother 
Of all storms 

Sweet roaring thunder 
he will strike 
see who cries 
over spilled 
milk then

Premium Member Death's Demise

Clothed in deception you made your entrance at the dawn of earth’s history.
Through sin, you entered the world and our race has not been able to fathom your mystery.
You were to be the consequence of disobedience, but the deceiver promised Eve enlightenment.
When Cain killed Abel you claimed your first victim much to your heart’s content.

You have a penchant for claiming your victims en masse as in the cataclysmic flood.
Whether men or women, young or old, you do not care, all you want is humanity’s blood.
Your tools of trade are wars, famines, pestilences, and genocide. 
O how many victims you claim with suicide, infanticide, and other forms of homicide.

Like a tyrant you rule as day follows night, subduing your victims with your power and might.
But the resurrection of Lazarus should give you hint, that your end is surely in sight.
Be warned you bully your dominion is not complete, Moses and Elijah point to a future time of sweet relief.
Soon to be realized by those who in Jesus place their firm belief.

In the fullness of time, you met your match when you came face to face with Jesus, God’s Son.
You and the grave conspired to hold him fast because if you succeeded the battle would be won.
He was battered and bruised and nailed to a cross, then he said, “It is finished” and gave up the Ghost.
Then it was your turn with Satan and demons, soldiers and sealed tomb, to be his eternal host.

The day of your triumph was the Preparation day called Friday
It was followed by the Sabbath, so in the tomb, He decided to stay.
Then came Sunday, the third day in earth’s womb.
Twas the day when our Savior came forth from the tomb.

He came forth with life original and unborrowed.
Then mocked and scorned you because you were swallowed, 
by His glorious victory, which gives to His children a life of assurance,
that one day they will praise Him, for their glorious deliverance.

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