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Calling Church means Catholic with a capital “C”
There is a saying that “People outside Church has no salvation”
Eternal God is not that mean
Eternal God loves people

In heaven there is a cell where Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults are held
Some people are  scaring other people
Other people will be at rage
Other churches believes their doctrines

The doctrines are given by the church of their parents
These parents got blinded with the universal truth
Parents will take their children to their church
These children believes the doctrine they learned

Children should grew up and know the Universal Truth
Being inside Church is a must

Witten: 6292019
Poetry Form: Sonnet
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza

© Jacqueline R. Mendoza  

We can only hold on to... 
                     one blessing at a time.
                                  If only...oh, if only
                                       we could possess...
                                                              both!
Just imagine...
      having the strength 
                             of youth                     
                                   and wisdom 
                                             of old age!




Date witten: 12/07/2019

© Edward Ibeh  

Lost am i
pondering over thoughts
lost in lines
faded in legend.

Before like a belive o the jews
so sealed was my faith
accepting all without question
beliving without thinking.

Authors and pens
wrote the tales
mortals and angels
gave it a name.

"the beautiful ones are not yet born"
i dare to doubt
like a religious rebel
rise i in revolt.

I belived once in the written pages
but now i see what lies in our ages
darlings and dears
with perfect smiles,such cherubic 
faces.

I behold with every passing day
new brand of mortals striving forth
with each set of crystaline teeths
and when they walk? Ah well 
measured feet.

I see our angels in the skin of girls 
and ladies
our gods and lords in clothing of 
youthful men
i see those witten words fading away
and a new dawn paving its way.

If factually were those words
"the beautiful ones are not yet born"
i defy them,for now we are borne
or still dare i but to ask, what then are 
we?

© Edoja Faith  

Linda, love your poetry
Linda, your my omego
Linda, known as p/d
Linda, you all know
Linda, giving a mention
Linda, who's from Texas
Linda, to all an inspiration
Linda, you are so gorgeous
Linda, you have real insight
Linda, with every metaphor
Linda, reading your every write
Linda, I'm on a magical tore
Linda, like your subject matter 
Linda, how can I keep up pace
Linda, you have true character
Linda, your nothing but ace!



A tribute to--  PD LINAD THE DESTOYER -- or though I had already wrote omego which I felt went on a bit i felt this better 
ive become obsessed with this new found patern   starting every lin with same word my first write with this 
was a poem called someone then with you and so on  
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this my tribute to you  LINDA  ,,,,  xx ,,,,,,,,,,,,     PROBABLY INSPIERD BY YOUR CONTEST 
XXXXXX witten by my self david scott 2013

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© David Scott  

Small we stand large with poetry and verse write about sun and sheer darkness
       
Rainfall comets and tides as a micro-cosmos in a world that lacks infinite words

Some throw in science philosophy intimate narrative disclose heartache or joy

We share love faith hope reason and feelings and take comfort in pencil and ink



A lotus flower evolves on the page with a fig tree or a violet rose covered in ivy

Spiders weave webs on dinosaurs’ spikes shielding honesty while the globe spins

Icarus melts as a Phoenix rises from vanishing ashes dispersed by Pegasus wings

A Unicorn smiles kindly for a Dragon to rest in the soul of our intricate minds


Embracing life’s vagary disentangling fallacies and truths we point to them both

Impermanent and miniscule we are part of a Universe and speak out for freedom 


03rd July 2019

Witten for the contest on the theme of The Universe

Sponsored by Nina Parmenter

© Kai Michael Neumann  

REMEMBERING  ??

9/8/20. (Witten for Michele Embry Madison
                 In memory of our dearestfriend Charlie Cooper)

There are tears
Sitting at the outside
Corners of our eyes, grown cool now.
They do not fall.
They do not dry.
There are tears with histories
Living on in hearts,
Aside thoughts
Making poems, trying
To use ink to quell pain.

There are tears
In hidden vaults, lost in minds.
They do not escape, do not leave,
Nor evaporate.
The verses of tears
Are lines like our lines, forever,
Waiting to be written,
Word by word
From the beginning, but
The tears, still, do not dry.

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By Sally Young Eslinger(C) 2020
Thanks be to God
et Charlie aussi

© Sally Eslinger  

Once in a blue moon
                I vividly dream of a veiled woman
          noisily walking into my dream in high heels. 
                        Oh, how I wish she could 
                            seep into my dream 
                               night after night!

                   Her mega-watt smile, fireworks 
                  Bursting into a shower of sparks. 
               A frangipani always stuck in her hair
faithfully obeys the wind.  She's a poet's dream muse, 
                       sashaying down the street 
                       like a runway supermodel

                     Her black stiletto high heels 
       Pounds the pavement "Clump! Clump! Clump!"
           Attracting rapt attention here and there. 
          A cynosure of all eyes wherever she goes. 
                               She's the epitome 
                   of sheer elegance and charm. 

                                 And she walks 
                         with such sublime grace,  
           strutting, exhibiting immense confidence
              She's one of a kind, not real, though. 
                  She just shows up in my dream
                           Once in a blue moon


Date witten: 06/02/2018

© Edward Ibeh  

Sing a new song the divineness 
of it all the rapture of the coming 
hour the sheer need for abundance 
created so bountiful throughout 
this wondrous beauty a subtleness
awakening mere virtue while the 
mild mannerism moves in delightful
colorful hues dancing between glorious 
stain glass windows while weeping 
willow trees sway cardinals perch 
as the eagle soars the sky a wonderful 
hymn springs forth beckoning my soul 
as fear anxiety sadness sorrow drowns 
my soul sings loudly over the mountaintop 
I hardly recognizes her today assumption 
the beauty within shines as warmth 
compassion kindness blossom's in the 
hearts and minds of on lookers flowers 
bloom as I stroll pass wisdom shakes  
emptiness is mortified by my edification
a proud peacock absorbs my purity 
I am angelically lifted by harmonic 
melodies vibrantly shaking my tail 
feather simply singing my new song

Witten by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen

© Mrs. Yolanda Nicholsen  

With an Ovation of peers and fans
he stood and smiled."non Best:but
me" he said looking at those who
wished to dethrone him. He than
promised every person to the right
of him a tommorrow. He said that
there defeat might cause them
depression and those that would regress
to vinacat there yesterdays might that
same vinadation allow him to reclaim
that which he would
reearn. He swore by the Genius of his
mangment and and praised those who
beleived in C4H2L. ( the formula of success).
No fool in Literary matters: "might the book
be witten that the scribers wish to write"! The
challenger before me shall meet defeat.One 
most make the podium; one most walk up to 
the stage to perform main eventers and paper geeks.
The trophy represents the champion. Challengers beware!
Digital Takeover! Coda! Coda! Coda!

© Allan Terry