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Premium Member Multiplied

Father Of Lights...            
                         thousands...........               
                         heard You preach              
                         Your love and........          
                         they got so hungry.         
            Your neverending cherish~~~~
            and eternal compassion~~~~~
            I don't merit it, loving Father~~~
                          You ignite hearts
                           just five loaves.......
                          and two fish............
                          Your blessing..........
                          amazed crowd........
                          fountain of many....
                          loaves and fishes...
                          Your very generous
                          Heart of Hearts......
                          such a living miracle
                          multiplied!~~~~~~




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Form: Concrete


Premium Member The praises of the dead '

Praising certain people..Of various stripe.'
In a multitude, of positions... is part of
Our human type.' Its quite easy to observe.
Why it does happen.? Encouragement is needed some light ( not too overpowering! )
And in this event something great is ceded.' Lets
Suppose you laud Dickens or Twain or Sam Adams or Churchill or De Gaulle, or Revere.? You will find one thing repeated..
And i'm not just being drear.' Dickens was want to womanise, Twain had his 'angel fish?' Churchill was an occoultist..Despite
What you might wish.? I shall not bore you
Further.. For such appears to me.? All humankind who praise or rise.? In death they presently be.' So lift your mind and eyes and soul..And praise the Eternal Lord
Whose kingdom is neverending.' And who
Can deliver us 'through His Word.)
Form: Didactic

Premium Member Waiting For Imbolq

These days belong to snow and cold.
The leaden heart, the ashen skies
Conspire with the dark
That steals the hours daily
Settles us into unquiet peace.

Showing sense,
Creatures burrow down into their dens
Slip into their deathlike sleeps.

If we could, we'd follow them,
Down into our inner deeps
To dream away the darkness
'Til the first new leaf awakens, unfolding
To greet the first green day again.

But this is not our way,
So we walk, half conscious,
Treading lightly as we can;
Our Mother resting now,
This is the time to wait
The time to watch over her,
To stand sentinel beside her Consort,
That wildeyed one who fills the shadows,
Burns in blackness between the stars
That shine like ice in silent, absolute Command.

When the Christians hold their Candlemas
We'll light our tapers too.
Within ourselves and across the lands
The light will spread
As the neverending game of Life and Death,
Of Love and Loss,
Is taken up again.

The Wheel rolls on,
My Brethren, my Loves -
Even in the silent dark.

Whisper to one another the words you'll wish you'd said, later
One to another through the sleeping silence
'Til Imbolq comes, my Brethren,
'Til Imbolq comes, my Loves.

The Neverending Flame

The candle, which sets my heart aflame
The fire, which scorches my soul with your name
One question I ask of you, the truth if you please
Why’d you reject my light, when I’ve begged on my knees
Begged for your love, pleaded for you to me
Pleaded that on your mind, my heart would be
Did not thou see, the gifts I had in store
In order to spoil thy body and spirit galore
For now, that opportune has passed, for another is mine
This unfortunate heart forever loves at the wrong time
This new found torch, so angelically sweet
She warms my soul with her soothing heat
Her hues calming, her fumes embracing
A torch not planned for replacing
Although, with that said
Visions of an old flame roam the boundaries of my head
A flame never proclaimed dead, for loving you still I do
The candle, the fire, the NeverEnding Flame that burns for you

Love Devine

Dear Lord
thank you for the amazing things that you do
I pray that more people come to know you
the next things I write may not rhyme
but I pray others will see your love divine

take a pen and paper and write down from A- Z all the things that God is, as we write we 
learn more and it brings you close to him, we are his children and us he does adore. I will 
write a list and you can  add to it,

God is  Amazing, Almighty, Always Availabe
God is  Beautiful, Big, Bold
God is  Compassionate,  Caring, Comforting
God is  Delivering,  Delightful
God is  Eternal,  Everywhere, Everlasting
God is  Forgiving, Friendly
God is  Gracious, Generous, Gentle
God is  Helpful, Holy, Happy
God is  Incredible
God is  Just
God is  Kind
God is  Loving, Listening
God is  Mercyful, My God, Mighty
God is  Neverending
God is  Open
God is  Protecting, Providing, Peaceful
God is  Quiet
God is  Richeous
God is  Saving, Strong
God is  Truthful, Thoughtful, Trusting, Teaching
God is  Unique
God is  Victorious
God is  Worthy, Wonderful, Welcoming
God is  Your God
God is   Zelous
Form: Rhyme


Just Like Me

If in fact we are the same,
then there really is no one to blame.

You are like me,
I am like you.
We are as one,
just made up of two.

Inside of you,
I can see myself.
All my imperfections,
like a crowded shelf.

A reflection in the mirror,
a likeness of the past.
Awaken one morning,
to time flown too fast.

Real love’s touch,
seen only at a glance.
Once in a lifetime,
wish it could be a neverending dance.

All sorts of emotions,
thoughts entangled in your head.
Try to get some of it on paper,
before you go to bed.

This poem I wrote,
has no particular decree.
But I suppose if you got something from it,
then in fact you are,  just like me. 


Chris Witherspoon 10/16/13
Form: Rhyme

Crying In Bed

crying in bed
listening to the blues
reading a pippi longstocking book
indulging on bubble gum ice cream, the pink version

loving her was everything
loving her was the definition
loving her was my life
loving her is my death
now all i have left is, well, pure nothingness

immediately sudden insomniac
immune system weakened by self deprivation
wintertime amnesia
all windows open with the air conditioner on
watching st. elmo's fire for a particular reason and a particular scene

lover her was an neverending road trip
loving her was an everlasting excursion
loving her was an endless journey
loving her was the most amzing tourism experience
now all i have right is, well, ambidextrous confusion in the confines of raw, uncut loneliness
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Mermaids

Let me watch at that sea that
I've been haunted when I was fourteen.
      My teens, at the high school, a normal day, a school trip that changed my life.
      A countryside girl with all kind of dreams. The most she wanted to be it was to stay with her family.
      One day she saw the sea, she stood up in front, looking straight, talking alone.
      On a cold winter rock she looked deep into the ocean blue waters.
      She was only fourteen but she made a promise. She will be back one day.
      Years later, by chance, she was looking at the same sea.
      Struggling for a future, she found so many friends.
Little by little, she had a life in that beautiful city, surrounded by that haunted sea. Riazor beach, Orzan, A Coruña, what such wonderful names.
      Names that mean nothing to many, but a whole life to the one that write the lines.
      In front of that sea, I met my first love, the one that took part of my heart.
      Far away I am, deep inside I pray to God, to give me   another chance to run in that park I used to do, to see those shining lights in the dusk.
      Far away, the whispers in my ears, the thoughts in my mind only take me to the begining:
the rock I stood in front of when I was fourteen.
       Haunted by the infinite waters,
the neverending sky and the mermaids living in that sea, next to the rock I stood on for the first time, that keep whispering in my ears to come back.

Respectfully Preferring the High Road

i run in a field full of dandelions 
i almost zoom into a tree
all to see a great pair of legs

i search the sun teased woods
i inspect the cool spring waters of the lake
all to see some wonderfully perky hips

i smile at the neverending song of the cardinals
i am astounded by the backup vocals of the bullfrogs
all to see a beautifully God Designed posterior

however, when you turn around,
and i am Blessed with your warm friendly smile,
i put the Clothing of Respect back on real quick

for far more important than presenting the typical male in me
is the relief and the pleasure of the Central Sincerity of Your Friendship
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Winter Magic

 Snow Falling 

Silently a stream of snowflakes glide,
neverending in forests and city streets.
On trees, fragile white has begun to gather,
wonderful are the filigree flakes in my path.

From the sky perfect magic is floating down,
and I lift my face as it touches me like sweet kisses.
Listen to the flakes falling and spinning in a dance, oh
let winter wrap me in his beautiful  white wings.
In the crisp snow, I twirl and leap in joy and delight,
never, ever do I want the magic to end, so I 
gather handfuls of snow to keep always.

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December 26, 2016 

Poetry/Acrostic/Winter Magic
Copyright Protected, ID 16-861-129-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Written for the contest, Winter Magic
Sponsor, Mystic Rose

Second  Place
Form: Acrostic

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