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Poem Details | by Paul Callus |
Categories: freedom, love,

Love Is Free


      a puppet dances

   to its own merry tune

    no strings attached

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[Inspired by Jan Allison’s 
      poem “Love is Bind”]


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: forgiveness, freedom, growth, humanity, inspiration, love, spiritual,

The Gifts Of The Fourth Chakra



Wild spirit - I cherished you tender within my halo of prana careful not to hurt you as I worked to set you free using peaceful hands in harmony with my heart-song I beheld your fragile form of freedom lost as your panicked eyes pleaded release.. and in those precious and few sacred moments - I felt you relinquish your fight or flight to my mission of mildness... a unifying lesson of love befell us that day and when again you flew on turquoise wings through reflective silver winds - you elevated in mindful mercy to compassionate heights in revered reverberations.. gratified to be as one with the universe - reborn in your new found freedom ~ Susan Ashley October 7, 2018 _________________________ *For the purpose of this poem, I use the emotional elements of the fourth chakraThe fourth chakra refers to love and self-acceptance, the ability to give and receive love freely and feeling connected with the universe as a wholeAlso referred to as the heart chakra, it is associated with the healing energy of love and is regarded as the center of compassionA balanced heart chakra is considered to be a wellspring of inner happiness and peace.* *I use the color turquoise to represent a dynamic energy of self-love/acceptance/forgiveness, growth, humanism, inner peace and healing.* *I use the color silver to represent a cleansing element for one’s spirit, a mirror for the soul and a letting go of negative energyAlso, as a vehicle in seeking deeper truth and compassionate understanding to enhance one’s sense of altruism and to achieve a state of perfect balance and harmony in body, mind and spirit.*


Poem Details | by Ndaba Sibanda |
Categories: anniversary, beauty, caregiving, christmas, courage, dedication, family, forgiveness, freedom, friendship, happiness, husband, inspirational, life, love, marriage, on writing and words, prayer, relationship, romance, seasons, song-wedding, wife, women, family, marriage, beauty, beauty, family, love, marriage, relationship, today,

Pledge of love and loyalty

This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.

I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb,
climb we shall together.

I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
commitment-
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.

This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.

I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing

 

to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever

I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.

For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown

I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: betrayal, divorce, freedom, money, wisdom,

How much do I love thee

How much do I love thee
Let me tabulate all the ways

I bought you a new Mercedes
	With gold plated tire rims
I bought you a humongous diamond ring
	The size fit for all Royals and King
I bought you a store of the finest lingerie
	Secrets still held at the door by decree
I bought you a garden of roses so red
	My love was surely in bloom, or so they all said
I bought you a ticket to heavens pearly gates
	So that in paradise you’d have not to even wait
I bought you your very own private Lear jet
	To see the world through champagne eyes
My love was a vault and you emptied it dry
	My heart has now learned to never cry

How much do you love me?
Your lawyer seems to know

You claimed mental duress
	Suffering under such stress
The Mercedes was the wrong color so I am told	
	I should have known, pink, not gold
The diamond ring was too heavy to wear
	Your back injuries caused you painful despair
The lingerie didn’t cover you just right
	So medical ailments kept you up many a nights
The roses in bloom where not the right flower
	Your allergies they caused, thus making you sour
The ticket to heaven you plain out refused
	Said it was one way, and that just wouldn’t do!
You had no issues riding my Lear jet 
	You rode the pilot as well, a mile high kinda bet
My love you tossed into the bin out in back
	The divorce lawyer smiles at me, saying she sure is great in the sack 

The moral of the Story is this!
If you are sitting at the table, and
You see a few beetles scurrying about
Maybe even whistling a tune or two
Listen carefully to what they say


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: adventure, allegory, angel, art, baby, beach, beautiful, beauty, child, childhood, confusion, courage, dance, dark, daughter, death, dedication, devotion, dream, fear, flower, freedom, goodbye, grief, hope, life, lost love, love, sorrow, travel, tribute, uplifting, war, water, woman, write, me, earth, me,

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: august, beach, beautiful, cool, crush, deep, destiny, devotion, fantasy, feelings, first love, fishing, freedom, funny love, future, girlfriend, hope, i love you, i miss you, journey, joy, judgement, lost love, love, love hurts, meaningful, miracle, ocean, people, places, romance, sea, sensual, simple, spiritual, water, women, world,

Hope

Don't rush to wash off the sea salt 
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen.


Poem Details | by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: freedom, hope, imagery, love,

Reaching Out


Through thickening haze, I hear your voice call my name, encouraging me, words beating with my heart, guiding me home as I stumble and crawl… lost in a winding maze, blinded by a smokescreen haze. My life falls off-course; a sudden struggle, I am suffocated by my own thoughts, by perfectly manicured hedges, by a world of betrayal…a world of deceit. Yet, I live every moment with hope – I see filtered rays of light, feel their warmth on my skin, a reminder of Heaven when I shiver within As I climb my leafy-green, prison walls, my courage creates new heightened paths. Like English Ivy weaving through a garden lattice, I grow taller, plan my escape, hear your unwavering voice drape over me with love and strength… Your hand, outstretched, seems just within my reach. I focus on a life without walls, a place I can learn and teach, an open field of tomorrows… vibrant, full, free. Every singular cell, every breath I draw, every soulful feeling…all of me, with all of my flaws, reaches out to all of you. With a touch, I am saved… I am found. A new dawn breaks just within my reach.


Poem Details | by Keith O.J. Hunt |
Categories: animal, beauty, freedom, love, nature,

A Swans Return

Grace had floated royal 
among the sweet summered months,
and not a moment had passed
without the nectar of love;

Three feathered lords so fledgling
white-black,
sleeping white at noon,
'neath arbors brawn....
where the nestles are soft with love,
and dream to host all the world watching;
from horizon's scarlet painting pink
the billowed white hues ---
and black-purple from the Lord's smile

What crimson disguise five plumed hearts
beating as one,
return again o'er Swan Lake,
or with eternal love thy cherubin ponds;
with fountains swooning infinite grace 
then they are gone.....
to privy their existence made,
sleeping black at night 
('neath the gaze of tomorrow's moon)
the future brim with wind....
elder wings at dawn,
unto valor in evening's song,
fain to life again....
(flight of thy Royal Swan)


***Dedicated to the black swan and Queen's royal
swans of Ottawa***




Poem Details | by Lynn Marie |
Categories: dance, daughter, freedom, inspirational, introspection, life, love, mother, social,

Last Dance

Strobe lights loud music
silver glitter balls
reflective tiny stars
dot the dance floor hall.

She was grinding and pumping
body toned tight and fast
she was the centre of attention
her choice her last dance.

She expertly glided
up and down the polished pole
her red satin outfit
simply amplified the show.

As she flawlessly moved
to the chants of the men
drawing into herself
shone a dazzling grin.

Becoming one with the pole
giving it her very all
this was her last song
head high standing tall.

As she smiled and waved
searching deep within her core
for this one final bow
were loud whistles and roars.

She quickly grabbed her outfit
running to the door backstage
in the comfort of her robe
kissed a picture daughter Paige.

I did this for you
my sweet baby girl
for college bound you are
with the money I have earned.

The men cheered loudly
she reached her last goal
 turning from the mirror
freely flew her soul.









reworked    08-26-2016


Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: anxiety, children, confidence, desire, freedom, growing up, love hurts,

LET YOUR CHILDREN ON THEIR OWN

Maternal tears
Never managing to let go
Vicarious pleasure, vicarious pain
Wishing their life were easier
Wishing they could avoid the pitfalls
You see so clearly
The traps that seem so obvious
Wishing solutions were as clear to them
As they are to you
They need to live their own life
As you lived yours
Learn their lessons on their own
They want to express their individuality
They’re not mini versions of you
Or your second chance at life
They need to plough their path
Clear their own way
Create their own world
Responsible for their own consequences
As you yourself had to do
Your hand delivering prepackaged solutions
Cannot help since it’s figuring it all out
That’s the process of growing up



Submitted on February 4, 2018, to contest YOUR BEST POEM IN THE LAST YEAR sponsored by SILENT ONE  -  RANKED 1ST

November 17, 2017, Poem of the Day

Originally posted on November 15, 2017


Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: freedom, love,

Indelible Blue

An indelible blue looking out to you
seducing the pain to wash away
with stolen keyboard strokes
a few extra x's and o's where
decimals move with inapprehension
carrying fantasy dreams offshore
where sandcastles are built with
riches never to be crowned
holding secret keys to happiness
breathless my tomorrows begin
under guise of the salty moon
worries behind,necks entwined
newly discovered swans swoon


Poem Details | by Leanne Lovejoy-Burton |
Categories: black love, courage, freedom, future, imagery, strength, symbolism,

Frosted





"Frosted"
A penny for your thoughts? Scratch that thought. Thoughts are worth more than pennies Thoughts are legions of brilliant glistening diamonds shining dormant undiscovered in a deep deep dark cave veins in the walls of The Catacombs blood art fuses lit burn and sizzle bright like gunpowder travelling from the Throne of Amygdala to the Kingdom of the Pounding Scarlet Brave beats in time with intent and purpose when the music ceases - TRUTH seen very clear as through untainted glass binoculars not necessary here, my dear Windows of your soul unfrosted Will see lost love at last Pennies on your eyelids mirrors covered with vintage grey army surplus blankets trapped in the ashes dust to dust open the curtains, move outwards every pain let the Light and fresh air in You're alive again. Ain't that strange? (Lovejoy-Burton/Feb 2018)


Poem Details | by Ema Kenyon |
Categories: freedom, lost love, love,

Boy

There are so many things
that I’d like to say
with my arms open like wings
and nothing in my way.
I’d scream out “I loved you!”
in the morning at one.
I’d look to the sky shining blue
and know that I’ve won.
I would smile real wide
and walk back real slow
to a place where I won’t have to hide
and nobody has to know.
That you were my everything,
and now you’re my nothing.


Poem Details | by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories: christian, freedom, love,

HE WEPT FOR YOU AND ME

In chains, did he complain — this man of sorrows? He wore his stripes well. Freedom for all! Freedom for all! Follow the cross, the bleeding tree. This holy man, he wept for you and me. Encircled by snarling beasts — they mock and strike like venomous serpents. Can you hear the cruel heartbeat of angels who weep? Follow the cross, the bleeding tree. This holy man, he wept for you and me. How vulgar our tongues! They rage feeling sorry for themselves. But, look in his loving eyes — what do you see? Follow the cross, the bleeding tree. This holy man, he wept for you and me. Did he stand before saints? Did they seek the truth? Every last one was out for himself. But this man looked to release, to relinquish the chains even of kings. Follow the cross, the bleeding tree. This holy man, he wept for you and me. He sees the one in terror, the lonely, the poor, the sick and lameHe showed us who can heal all infirmity Surprise your dim eyes — lift them up to the light. Follow the cross, the bleeding tree. This holy man, he wept for you and me. If he returns today, how will he find you, my friend? Will you bare your teeth or crumble at his feet. Are you about cursings or blessings? How do you feel about life and death? Looking into his eyes, would you dare to compromise? Follow the cross, the bleeding tree. This holy man, he wept for you and me. Saints are former sinners, under his righteousness not wrath, wrapped up in a robe of glory, under his glorious wings. Saints “one another” as in: love one another, forgive one another, do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Follow the cross, the bleeding tree. This holy man, he wept for you and me. Are you caught in a snare of your own making? Do you judge and stare at the others made in God’s image, same as you? Look into his soulful eyes! See the Spirit’s wings! Follow the cross, the bleeding tree. This holy man, he wept for you and me. Kim Rodrigues © 7/5/2018


Poem Details | by Tay Reid |
Categories: anniversary, beauty, butterfly, courage, dedication, devotion, freedom, girl, happiness, mother, romantic, success, wife, life, woman, life, love, money,

The Definition Of A Real Woman

(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moonA real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attentionMoney is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtueA real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every moveA real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life bringsA real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly againWhen you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.

(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better halfA real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her withWhen a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivionA real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right trackA real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoesA real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.

(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy natureA real woman is like the magnet of ecstasyAll women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their livesA real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamyA real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophisticationThe mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.

(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his sideA real woman has the ability to do anything a man canA real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joyA real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accordA real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambianceA real woman is the architect of her own destiny.

(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationshipsA real woman is the nexus between love and happinessWhen you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every responseNo man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.



Poem Details | by Kevin C. Martin |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, child, christian, daughter, faith, father, forgiveness, freedom, friendship, god, happiness, happy, heaven, hope, inspirational, jesus, life, love, passion, peace, prayer, religion, religious, son, spiritual, teen, thank you, uplifting,

Trust

God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.


Poem Details | by Kevin C. Martin |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, bible, care, change, christian, confusion, courage, faith, feelings, for him, forgiveness, freedom, god, happiness, happy, heaven, hope, how i feel, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, jesus, life, love, pain, peace, prayer, relationship, religion, religious, spiritual, teen, teenage, thank you, thanks, youth,

The Hypocritical Christian

I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,
Amen!


Poem Details | by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories: angst, celebrity, encouraging, freedom, irony, metaphor, simile,

of love of war

of love of war
the staff of a prophet, seen fairness not imagine, sings shouting out, obscenity recognized, yet in search of fame, seeking stance the moment arises, seek of voice of power, godsend renown supremacy, yet prophet not acknowledged, kept desire of a great life, sought skill of voice, articulate hardly ever, cheek no longer free, famous self seldom bite snarls dogma, link of country of faith, kinship all that’s true, fair play desired fame acknowledged, pent the home front, covetousness war or peace love or hate, just yelp puppy love, nice _________________________| Penned on September 28, 2014!


Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: freedom, how i feel, longing, love, metaphor, nature, seasons,

Let Me Go

You have caged me for too long
I want you to just let me go,
I have to spread these feathered wings
I need to feel the wind's blow.

You know that I love you truly
I said that I would never leave,
I want to see the rain's dance
Not just sit here and perceive.

The scene never changes, day after day
I want to go where white roses bloom,
I have never seen an ocean's wave
And neither have you, I assume.

I need to see the autumn tree's change
I want to see the snowflake's glisten,
I am wishing on the stars as they fall
This is my dream, so please just listen.

I want to fly in the sky's blue
I need to feel the sun's burn,
When I have experienced these wonders
I promise that I will return.




Poem Details | by Roland Fleming |
Categories: christian, confusion, fear, freedom, hope, jesus, life, lonely, love, mystery, pain, peace, slam, life, people, life, love, people,

Sickness in my Soul

 I’m in such a state of confusion,
I don’t understand what I’m doing
I know your there
And I know you care
But I can’t see you
I can’t hear you
I just don’t know what to do
I know your there in the stillness,
Waiting to heal this illness
 
There is a deep hole
A sickness in my soul,
Disease in the depths of my heart
 But How to fix it
I wouldn't know where to start
How it came to be
Is a deep mystery to me
 
 I know that I am broken
We all are in some way
But rarely are these things spoken
Rarely do I have the courage to say
The secrets kept within
The depths of my sin
 
But if I hide it how can it be healed
 How can the healer heal?
If I keep my heart sealed
What if I let down my shield?
 
Will I be attacked or disgraced
Or will I be embraced
I’m too scared to find out
To be found out
So I hide my face
 
I only let people see part of me
I only let people get so close
I don’t want them to see
I don’t want them to know
And so I end up alone
 
I’ve been to the bar, the clubs,
All the social hubs
But no one cares about my hurts
 Life’s all about chasing skirts,
Fancy cars and nice shirts
 
Or is there something beyond drunken nights, and flashing lights
Is there something really worth living for, an open door to something more?
An invitation to a new destination
A path to peace, a sweet release
A new life to claim, an escape from the shame
I believe there is, some days I forget
But my life isn’t over yet
 
Tomorrow is a new day
I can live life your way
With love and peace
With guilt and shame released
With a new heart
And a new start
A reason to live
And something to give
To this broken earth
Of invaluable worth
 
At my very core
I know I was born for more
Than to live and to die
Without knowing why
I don’t have it all figured out
But I know without a doubt
That the world needs love
And that love comes from above
Because human love is not enough
 
That is why there is a deep hole
And a sickness in my soul
But to me has been revealed
The way to be healed
 
Now I have a mission
A reason for existence
To bring healing to the earth
To the unloved, the broken, the rejected
And tell them what they are worth
So that Jesus’ love will be reflected
And this love will give birth
To many people being resurrected,
Redirected and completely accepted
To a wonderful and glorious rebirth


Poem Details | by John Paluszek |
Categories: adventure, animal, art, beauty, childhood, confusion, courage, dark, death, depression, faith, freedom, friendship, god, goodbye, growing up, hate, heaven, hope, jesus, journey, loss, lost, love, memory, metaphor, natural disasters, nature, philosophy, places, prayer, relationship, religion, religious, romantic, sad, sorrow, spiritual, time, visionary, war, memory, memory,

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: brother, character, children, christian, dedication, desire, devotion, faith, forgiveness, freedom, friendship, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, jesus, life, love, relationship, religion, religious, remember, sister, time,

God Gave Us Brothers And Sisters For A Reason

God Gives Us Brothers and Sisters For A Reason!

God gives us brothers and sisters for a reason!
As children, we have each other, throughout the seasons!

We laugh and play together and do all sorts of things…
Often not realizing what the future of life brings!

As kids, we often share whatever life may give us!
And stick together, no matter what trials may face us!

But, as we grow older, too often, we part separate ways.
And lose any contact with each other for countless days!

I’ve seen all kinds of things tear families all apart.
Often, there’s some kind of
 unforgiveness of the heart!

If you, and your siblings, have reached a separation…
May you seek Jesus for
a Godly reconciliation!

As family, whatever divides, must be lifted up in prayer!
Where two or three are gathered…  God is there!

Just think about what the family unit has become!
The love of Jesus must be what binds us all as one!

Getting along as a family, is more than just a “feeling!”
The blood of Christ needs to bring an “inner healing!”

The family that each of us have,
 may not be here tomorrow!
Are you one who’s holding on to bitterness and sorrow?

May the words of Christ help us all to get along!
That through HIM, our families
will be STRONG!

By Jim Pemberton   10/20/13


Poem Details | by Justin Bordner |
Categories: art, freedom, love,

Brute Censorship

If you are so proud
of your sensibilities and tastes,
so convinced that your arbitrary judgements
are infallible as heartbeats of angels,
if you are the sole instrument of God's grace and evaluations
then why don't you allow them to stand next to that which you condemn
for your peers and the world to judge,
why deny those immaculate tenets the glory
of intellectual and moral combat
to prove their legitimacy,  their spiritual superiority
and not to become what they claim to understand and abhor,
who and what do you believe you are protecting, 
its critics like you that retard the development of the Youth,
attempt to shame love and passion,
encourage the madness of tyrannies, 
and succor the demons of oppressive cults,
does a rose hide itself in the shade,
does a beautiful sword dignify itself with wild slashes,
does the truth honor itself with silence, 
does justice inspire with opinion,

Banish the bullies,
trip the trolls,
excise the malevolent, 
leave passionate love alone...
I declare,
let there be contrast,
let there be Art -

J.A.B.


Poem Details | by Edward McCormick |
Categories: adventure, brother, courage, death, fantasy, freedom, heaven, life, love, moon, rain, science fiction, sister, war, beautiful, heart, heaven, beautiful, heart, heaven, ocean,

An Epic Battle With A Simple Question

A beautiful heart pines from afar. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! Celestial winged heart beats faster, Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. Embarking from sun brewed and moonshine skies Two alien races, in war, collide. Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. All brothers' swords raise, marching with pride. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Two alien races, in war, collide. The angered clouds rain blood from the sky. A new path finally found. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Brothers' swords low now to the ground. A beautiful heart pines from afar. A new path finally found. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! In universe Out bound energy Where are we when we die?


Poem Details | by Jay Loveless |
Categories: art, autumn, beautiful, beauty, best friend, boyfriend, butterfly, care, caregiving, celebration, change, dedication, desire, devotion, dream, faith, family, feelings, for him, freedom, friend, friendship, girl, girlfriend, giving, growing up, happiness, happy, heart, heaven, hope, how i feel, husband, i love you, innocence, inspiration, joy, kiss, life, light, longing, love, magic, marriage, me, memory, men, miracle,

A Beautiful Reverie

Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.


Poem Details | by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: fear, freedom, god, love,

PARIS MARCH AGAINST THE BEAST OF FEAR


The raging beast of fear in darkness was
Conceived
Its father: Terror  
Its mother: Ignorance, 
With the black milk of hate was it
Breastfed, 
By wrath was it, nurtured    
By fanaticism its character was forged 
And 
Its soul saturated was with repugnance

Thus

The deformed prince of gloom, once matured, 
A menace to humanity grew up to be, 
Threatening the beacon of civilization to
Extinguish by:
Terrorizing 
Torturing
Burning
Raping
Enslaving
Decapitating
Executing,  
All this, in the name of a God that the brute doesn’t
Even understand, 
So 
It demanded the whole world to kneel in dread
  
BUT

Humanity didn’t succumb 
United, in its finest hour, marched on,
Unyielding  
Unafraid
Uncompromising 
Proud and 
Free, 
Sending thus the message to the kingdom of gloom that 
Its days are numbered
     
For

One ray of light, mightier it is than any amount of darkness 
And easily could obliterate beast’s obscure empire at a blink
Of the eye
    
Because 

GOD is not HATE and DARKNESS 
But 
LIGHT and LOVE!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
  16 JANUARY 2015 



*In memory of those who were slaughtered by the evil children 
of the beast, be they Christians, Muslims or Jews! 

**Dedicated to all those who marched in Paris and elsewhere 
and all those who felt In their heart, the solidarity with those who marched!

The whole world shouts: Je suis Charlie!


Poem Details | by Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories: freedom, imagination, inspirational, lost, love, me, people, sea, song,

Take me away but I promise to sing a Song


NOTE: I have placed this Poem as a Video Poem also on
http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/profile.php?id=100001219732381

[ This Poem is dedicated to Freedom of Expression  
and Tibetan Dharma Guru Shri Dalai Lama to support
his struggle for the cause of Freedom of Expression ]

IMPNOTE: Now the Poem cum Song "Take Me Away but..."can be heard on my Radio Air Play Radio Station of Radio Jango.com in 'Ravindra K kapoor Radio'


Take me away but I promise to sing a Song


Take me away from such a place, 
Where feelings and emotions, 
cannot be freely expressed

Where new thoughts and ideas are crushed,
By the rod of power and corrupts.

Where mind do not get the opportunity to reveal,
its vast sea of beauty and varying colors.

Where love never flies freely in the sky,
while touching the unexplored lofty heights, and
wings of Poetry are nipped in the buds, 
before they bloom and spread their smiles.

Where wind do not flow,
while touching the flowers and buds,
Where the butterflies do not have the freedom,
to show their varying moods and colors.

Where faiths have lost their grandeurs and glow, and
shrines are converted into suffocating barracks.
 
Where love has lost its magic of moving a heart, 
to sing a song and dance on the call of its soul,
Where a vast sea of humans live,
without the freedom of expression.

Take me away from such a land and place,
Where people live in chains under iron curtains.

I promise I will come back to this land one day,
when the breeze will flow freely touching every heart,

When its people will have the freedom to fly on their wings,
I promise I will come back,  to such a place one day,

When animals too would move without fear in their hearts, and
birds would be free to fly anywhere in the sky.

When the morning dew would greet the new rising Sun,
By glittering without fear, its silver and golden beams,
When flowers and buds would freely spread, 
their alluring wings and fragrance in the air.

When the human mind would be free to explore and express, 
its ideas and colors on the canvas of paper.

I promise I will come to such a land one day,  
to Sing the song of joy and mirth.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 27th Aug2011



 


Poem Details | by Jay Loveless |
Categories: adventure, art, beautiful, boyfriend, courage, cowboy-western, dance, daughter, devotion, dream, freedom, friendship, girl, girlfriend, growing up, happiness, happy, heaven, home, hope, imagination, inspirational, journey, life, love, marriage, memory, metaphor, moon, music, mystery, nature, passion, relationship, romance, romantic, success, uplifting, visionary, water, wife, woman, lust, me,

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


Poem Details | by Zhane Robinson |
Categories: africa, freedom, love,

The Cost of Freedom

The cost of freedom has increased, the price went up.
It takes alot to be free, but the price is love.
And the PRIZE is love.
Not saying you have to sing; kumbaya around a fiery ring,
but voices and rainbow hands will raise high to the night sky
as we shake off shackles and chains
and they slide down
and wrap around
the original drum,
which beats and sings out song that'll never fall from the tongue.
It clicks shut, complete with lock and key.
And we are poor slaves joining hands with empty pockets 
and shackled hearts.
The cost of freedom has increased,
which is why when we form our ring,
there's a low drum beating in the dark.


Poem Details | by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: feelings, freedom, love, night,

Graceful Night



A graceful sky slips soft in night, 
pools of sunset cascade in streams.
Our skin desires moon’s golden light;
we long to dip in endless beams.

I sweep life’s dust from my front stoop
as dusk releases flow of tears.
How brilliant! Night paints starlit loops 
to free me from dawn's coming fears.

Come fly with me away from day’s
torrential rays of harshest sun.
Come dance with me as music plays;
in graceful night, we’ll move as one.

I often watch the children’s games
on sunny streets of afternoon, 
and dream of our eyes without shame
twinkling in starry night and moon.

Ribbons of love spiral through skies.
as our bare hands hang constellations,
then cling to night with stars' replies
of joyous hearts and adoration