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The full moon lit up the night sky
A wisp of cloud passed it by
To add to an eerie atmosphere
As if something gruesome might appear.
The gates to the graveyard groaned in the wind
As did the groans of the grave stones twinned
And the night demons were on the prowl
As the wolf cried out with a harrowing howl.
In the chapel attic a light appeared
And the girl in the red dress everyone feared
Was staring out with blood shot eyes
As the living dead heed her cries.
The door slams open, a priest appears
Holding a silver cross that the demon fears
As the holy water burns the skin
Of a possessed soul steeped in sin.
The ghoulish corpses to the girls demands
Descend on the chapel, as the devil commands
And the sweating brow of the terrified priest
Does little to ward off the devils beasts.
Reciting Latin, the priest persists
As the decomposed bodies in the graveyard mist
Aim to transform him into one of them
So he keeps reciting over and over again.
The girl morphs into the devils form
But the priest refuses to conform
And so with a scream the girl is thrust
Way up high, as she continues to cuss.
‘Lord save this soul’ the priest declares
‘Release this soul from this evil affair
And with this water I purify thee!’
And with that, in an instant, the devil did flee.
It is said that the girl did not perish
But became a nun of the local parish
And yet on every full moon night
It is rumoured that the nun was nowhere in sight.
And so tonight, as you lay in your bed
If you think this chapel is somewhere else instead
Beware as the full moon glows
That the girl in the red dress never shows!!
Paranormal Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Robert James Liguori
29th December 2021
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Palm Sunday, the day Jesus entered the city and was Praised by the people for his love of God, and his willingness to God.
Holy Monday, is the day Jesus enters the church and is unhappy that it is a market place not a place of worship, he gets mad, and overturns the selling tables, upon leaving the church, he curses the fig tree for not bearing good fruit, making the fig tree die instantly, this shows us that if we do not produce good people we may also die instantly, that what we do matters.
Holy Tuesday, is a day for us to reflect on the ways we are willing to serve God, how we take action to spread the word and actions needed for God, we pray, we prepare.
Holy (or Spy) Wednesday, this was the day Jesus was betrayed, by one of his disciples, he was sold out for money, this led to his capture and later death, we are reminded that all we do has consequences, that the true actions of good are the ones we need to take, and to avoid all negatives that will lead us to death of our soul.
Maundy Thursday, the last supper, the washing of feet, the service of Jesus to others, followers to serve one another in the family of God.
Good Friday, the day Jesus was killed, he walked with his cross, he gave his life for us, he was a sinless man that only wanted to spread God’s word and teach us love and service and a path home to God.
Holy Saturday, the day that Jesus lay in tomb, he was preparing to return to life, to walk alive, day of silence of reflection of Jesus life.
Resurrection Sunday—Easter! Jesus awoke from death, he walked among us, he showed himself, he told his people to spread the teachings of God and love of God, that we too will be saved if we follow him, and should follow his life’s path home to God, we do this through many ways, love, forgiveness, teaching others, patience, and choosing God.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
There was nowhere to go,
but I got some company for show-
shuttled me in and out of Po',
raced a car and blew a motor...
Got me into shows,
had me playin’ like a vote,
I was reachin’ for the glows,
but was satisfied by all the bones-
in and out of cold,
I had company for show,
they let me know I was dope,
hit me up over the older phone-
waited for notes,
sat on a couch and watched wobbly-
intermittent heart throbbing,
as well as comedy-
the mood was drunken,
I raced with the stumpin’,
doin' it only once in a while-
but hey,
who are the one’s that are plunkin?
I loved Romper Stomper and reality t.v,
Boon Dock Saints, Archer and Weeds,
it was all what was happening free,
my laughter became the clapping,
my time as king was rapture,
as it seemed-
I could simply capture all my relative needs.
Upon purchase, I am so pretty, delightful and brand new,
I come in thousands of colors – red, beige, yellow, pink and blue.
I am worn ever so proudly in the beginning of the day.
Some women happily wear me for years, until I start to fray.
I don’t know what I’d do without her, they will pleasantly sing.
When they lose me they go berserk, and their men’s necks they do wring.
I had her in the car, they’ll tell their men, pulled her out of my sleeve.
When they find me in the back seat, they are so immensely relieved.
I can be purchased at Cats, an upscale boutique or at Macy’s.
My cliental loves me black, sleek, shiny, and sensually lacy.
Women use me to hide their credit cards, cell phones, and bits of cash.
Madonna wears me on the outside, which shows she is truly brash.
I’m well-loved, and have been historically hidden from most of your views,
But my loyal, appreciative, owner loves me better than her shoes.
Now we are breathing and living here.
But anytime we have to quit this sphere,
So, have maximum control of life’s gear,
And to solid values, we must adhere.
Fill your heart with the elixir of love.
Champion the cause of peace as your vow.
Act in the Present and look up with hope,
For it’s the magic that fills up every cup.
Wipe a tear and bring some cheer,
That sure will leave you truly dear.
Make the weary feel that you care,
And lighten the burden that they bear.
A glow of warmth when borne on your face,
Adds so much more to your innate grace.
So light up your face with radiant smiles,
And let your laughter ring down the aisles.
Nothing lasts ever, it’s wise to learn.
So why go crazy for so much to earn?
Worldly gains may add up to your fame,
But such transient things, your soul may defame!
Happiness resides nowhere but inside.
Be vexed or relaxed is up to you to decide.
Turn the commonest fare in to a royal banquet.
And let little things bring joy and delight!
Rejoice in Life and Nature’s bounteous source.
Never let passing trifles be your course.
Humble yourself and kneel down to pray,
For it is God who shows us the way.
With all ills, it’s still a beauteous world.
Never ever see it as a desert bald!
Slow down your pace to look around,
And enjoy the marvels that surround!
Abide with grace that love now shows:
Feel the fond thrill that heart knows well,
Rise with sure face to greet fine glow;
Apt dear goodwill that mind can dwell,
Glimpse a sparkle in arc of flight;
Reach a knowing that frames clear sighs,
Act flings and swirls in a new light;
New sense showing in scented highs,
Touch precious dreams as waves come forth.
See what you see in fragrant mood,
Charm wears a scheme as thoughts stream north;
Embrace surely the wholesome good,
Nurture fond feel as words paint thoughts,
Time surely heals the wounded plot.
Leon Enriquez
21 May 2015
Singapore
Whichever does be the season, my soul feels always the earthly tremors
Why, always does it yearn for these bouts of divine fevers
See, spring does come and brings with it those newly budded flowers
Roses then blossom and say to me, already are you and the divine lovers!
Summer then shows its nose around the corner
And its warmth and coziness over my head do hover
Why, how lovely to feel the sunshine on my skin
How lovely indeed, to feel the cool sea water up to my chin
Autumn does come along and does be my favorite
Why, the cold air does give me, of my own melancholy, a good treat
Yearn I still for the strong arms of that celestial lover
Yearn I for Him and wish I he would just appear around the corner
And winter does come along, bringing with it, the runny noses and the coughs
Even if I do try, no more can i indulge in loud laughs
Warming me does be my poetry, my ode to my muse
My celestial love, the one to chill us all with this cold breeze
The seasons do come and go, each year they do repeat themselves
My life do I live, ignore I that I am human, taking myself to be like the elves
But then, my love does be constant, my love does be not seasonal
Yes, trod I my way through Earth, hoping someday to be among the celestial!
3 April 2016
Temptation, The Seed Of Sin
Miracle Man
9/5/2024
At life’s every turn there’s enticement to face,
and when we overcome its only by God’s grace.
If we yield to temptation it becomes a sin,
And Satan’s always there giving us his spin.
To hydrate the seeds in our minds that we ban,
Satan always shows up with his watering can.
1 Corinthians 10:13 KJV
13 There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.
Wars follow in the footsteps of men.
Our history shows us the true nature and true meaning of war.
Always denying the truths of what we pretend.
The savage of man is the blood flowing to the beating the heart of war.
Battles raged, laying landscapes of the dead. Wars over centuries galore.
Invasions, tyrants, fascists all evil men always desire to use the power and mechanics of war.
Science won the game, blunt the sword and erased the scribbles of the pen. Creating unnatural power we can’t yet comprehend. Power we now use as a deterrent to war.
When it starts, it’s all over and there’ll never be an us again.
Quite simply put - humanity will destroy itself with nuclear war.
It had been years since the seasons changed
Then the Monarch butterflies
Shook from a blue sky in July
Like a box of colored confetti
Re-appeared a miracle atop the sticky meadows
And the day before was so hot
That on my morning walk
I found tree frogs glued to the pavement
In mid-hop
Paralyzed with eyes looking up
Clay knickknacks belonging to a shelf
In an Elk Rapids gift shop
People around here are buried in their graves
Sitting up
To stare out forever upon Torch Lake
Tombstones angled against the hills
Last ever to see
The blue of this Earth
The lake of sunsets
The mirror that shows us all
Who we turned out to be.