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Poem Details | by humble b |
Categories: allegory, black african american, christian, confusion, death, depression, education, faith, family, fear, children, freedom, history, inspirational, introspection, life, love, music, nature, pain, peace, people, philosophy, rights, sad, slam, slavery, social, stress, success, tribute, uplifting, urban, visionary, war,

Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: absence, angel, betrayal, business, car, career, celebrity, change, childhood, dance, death, death of a friend, dedication, devotion, england, farewell, fear, first love, for him, freedom, friendship, funeral, goodbye, grief, heartbroken, history, identity, international, london, miss you, money, murder, muse, music, mystery, new york, peace, political, power, remember, rights, spiritual, tribute, truth, visionary, wisdom,

he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        ThenAbbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one It wanted silence

                    Going back.remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      Nothis was not my hero in music and song

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of.coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone bylet us tell the TruthLet us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: character, christian, community, confusion, dedication, devotion, faith, family, forgiveness, friendship, god, grief, growing up, happiness, heaven, hope, inspiration, introspection, irony, lost, lost love, love, people, places, political, power, pride, relationship, religion, religious, rights, sad, sad love, sin, social, society, sorrow, spiritual, trust,

What Is This Church All About

What Is This Church All About?

Is this church meant for people like me?
Is this where God really wants me to be?

They claim to be filled with God’s spirit.
When it comes to HIS truth.. Can they give it?

I’m sure there’s many who come and attend
It’s more than “church on Sunday,” that we must spend!

We must reach out to the lost and the oppressed!
After all, Christ gave us his very best!

May we all preach the gospel and God’s holiness!
And strive to seek his awesome righteousness!

Living for Jesus must be a daily walk and experience!
Not simply based on our “ambitious self appearance.”

God isn’t interested in a denomination or a title…
He wants to know…  Do we really believe the Bible?

He’s not interested in the money put in the offering plate.
He wants to know; “Are you ready
 to enter heaven’s gate?”

May we strive to serve Jesus with a zeal and passion!
And be filled with his holiness and compassion!

May we serve Jesus from a heart of humbled confession!
And making our commitment to him,
 our #1 possession!

“Unless the Lord builds the house.”  
They labor in vain that build it!
Let’s seek the power of God! 
May his presence completely fill it!!

By Jim Pemberton    


Poem Details | by Dr Mohammad Golshani niya |
Categories: health, humanity, peace, rights,

True love is Peace and Human Rights

True love is Peace and Human Rights
For you and for me November 16th 2016
Please bring Peace and Human Rights to Asia , world and...
........
Human heart is peace
Human soul is peace
Every of Us is in peace
,
Human heart is human rights
Human soul is human rights
Every of Us is human rights
,
Our God says peace
Our world says peace
Our books say peace
,
Our God says human rights
Our world says human rights
Our books say human rights
And
My main philosophy of this
Peace and human rights is keys of health and welfare
Your friend Dr Mohammd Golshani Niya, Peace active


Poem Details | by Rhoda Monihan |
Categories: business, care, character, courage, discrimination, emotions, freedom, friendship, future, happiness, heart, hero, history, hope, identity, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, leadership, life, light, lonely, love, meaningful, muse, passion, peace, people, philosophy, political, psychological, remember, remembrance day, rights, self, senses, strength, truth, veterans day, voice, war, work, world war ii,

May Life Bless You

May life bless you with real freedom, 
Keep enjoyment as your place, 
May you find your own confidence, 
From your education and your space;
May you entertain discernment,
Whilst fulfilling your desires,
And may platitude be rescinded, 
By real love in your eyes.

May life be all it can be, 
May your realities come from your dreams, 
May your work become your eulogy, 
And may your identity give your memes

May you receive more than you give, 
And see reason when there's none,
May your friends light your inside,   
May you give hope to those with one;
May you save the exploited from oppression,
By making despair to you most personal,
And may equality be the standard,
For your repudiation of its dismissal.

May life be all it can be, 
May your realities come from your dreams, 
May your work become your eulogy, 
And may your identity give your memes

May you always uphold justice, 
Even in dark and uncertain times,
When faced with honest requests, 
And its unsettled times sometimes; 
May you do what’s right no problem, 
Not questioning the strain, 
Nor grumbling about the consequences, 
Of morality’s devoted love train

May life be all it can be, 
May your realities come from your dreams, 
May your work become your eulogy, 
And may your identity give your memes

May your diamond be stalwart honour,
For war heroes old and injured,
Tormented by battlefields and sights,
Of the mangled and beleaguered; 
May you testify to fact and truth, 
And publish what you know;
And may reason be your sociology, 
To dictatorial governments overthrow

May life be all...

May you respect others in esteem, 
For kindness and achievement,
May you follow those you understand, 
As beautiful in accomplishment;
May you undertake endeavours, 
Which ramify the other unstudied, 
By embracing love and laughter, 
As whispers of grace embodied

May life be all..

May you always say what’s inside,
Whilst giving other people a chance,
Trusting them with your memories, 
That history upon which you cannot glance; 
May you always speak your mind, 
To make rationality your guide, 
And in dignity confide and correct, 
To let the delinquent within you abide

May life be all..

May your philosophies be trophied,
As a garland by the lonely,
And may your way be warmly accepted, 
Without negotiation or apology;
May righteousness be your hallmark,
And caring thought your attribution, 
And may you prevail generally as a good person, 
Bringing light where there’s intrusion


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: america, character, christian, class, community, conflict, confusion, courage, cry, culture, dedication, devotion, faith, kids, forgiveness, freedom, god, hope, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, jesus, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, political, relationship, religion, religious, rights, school, sin, spiritual, student, uplifting,

We Need God Back Into Our Schools

We Need God Back Into Our Schools!

There are some trying to remove God from this nation!
They do is under; “a church and state separation.”

For many years,  God was taught in our schools!
Until the Supreme Court took it away, with it’s rules!

As so many young people look to fill life’s “void.”
They try many things that they think they’ll enjoy!

Rather than having God’s word to obey and live by.
They choose the kind of life that they will die by!

Drugs, sex and violence of many perverted kinds.
Are what is now filling so many young people’s minds!

Read the headlines!  Many young people are stressed out!
Yet our government can’t seem to figure it out!

Another shooting…  Another act of violence appears!
While any kind of answer seems to have disappeared!

The answer is not more money to solve their problem!
No matter how much the government tries to solve them!

Let me give you answer It’s called “read the Bible 101!”
It’s time to repent to God the father, the spirit and the son!

Our young people need God brought back into their life!
And allow him to heal their brokenness and strife!

Jesus Christ is the solution for which many are asking!
Only he can give anyone a life that’s everlasting!

Please come Lord Jesus!  And heal the wounded hearts!
It’s everyone one of us, that it needs to start!

No court or school can separate God’s love for you and me!
Where will you spend your eternity?

By Jim Pemberton   10/24/13


Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: analogy, culture, fear, love, political, relationship, rights,

In My BiCameral Home

In my universal-Left and unitarian-Right bicameral home
"crazy" has two functions,
ballistic weapon Left
aimed Right at Other,
ballast Right
anchoring EgoSelf within EcoOther.

"Crazy"
when that begins with "you are"
marginalizes
dispossesses nutritional powers of functionality
with dire political and economic consequences
of appropriate fear and anger,
even hatred for this Word itself.

"Crazy" ballast
begins with "I am"
and "we all are,
or could be,
or have been;"
a synonym for "Wild."

"Wildness" hunts a dipolar antonym
for "domesticated"
like difference and sameness
of wild yeast
with domestic yeast.

"Domesticated"
a Left-dominant economist's 
overly reductive
deductive
and enthusiastic synonym
for "commodified,"
even "exegeticalized"
or "orthodoxed"
as true, and good and rational, and just,
found to function
with quantifiable domesticated values
for efficiency and effectiveness,
utility,
useful,
especially for continuing 
our Win-Lose Left-brain dominating cultural game.

But, dear co-economists,
co-domestic politicians,
eco-logists, one and all inclusive
discerning languaged tribe of "crazy",
what has become domesticated
remains primally as wild as RNA's encryption,
syntax exegetically balancing regenerative harmonics

Nature's ecosystemic-logic
will only permaculturally allow,
and polyculturally love,
synergize,
analyze,
decompose from past and for future 
Wild's balancing regenerational outcomes;
you know, healthy kids, children, offspring, 
new regenerating eggs from old degenerating domestic nests.

Earth's Tribes are wild crazy universal,
despite DNA's uniting co-gravitating empathy
and regeneratively cooperative economic understory
of perma-enculturing phylogenic intent,
iconic whole-development language,
deductive(Left)/inductive(Right) orthopraxis,
Left-Right co-arising hemispheric ego/ecotherapy,
balancing Wild-Rational-integrative eco-full 
biconceptual dipolar [reverse co-relational] consciousness.

If Wild is not Universalist
then our political economics
could not evolve Domestic Unitarian.

Earth Rights
include rights to evolve dipolar balancing Wild-consciousness,
bilateral images,
polypathic imagination,
biconceptual form with function,
incarnating co-operating ministrations,
co-redemptive information,
appositionally balancing intelligence,
DNA/RNA-fractal,
Zero-Soul timelessly TransParenting
reflective/reflexive Tree of Life Greets Death
Co-Messianic 
Exegenetically 
Bodhisattva Rooted,

+/(-,-) [plus OVER bi-laterally negative self-bound logic as positive-inductive co-operating form/function/flow/frequency]
tri-temporal yangspace/not-not linear binomial yintime.

YesYes!
+Yang,+Yang
Win-Win's
YinYin
NotNot 
(-,- 
binary balance)
Thermodynamic 
Prime-Binary Gaming 
EcoBioSystemic 
Concentric BiNomial Equivalence.

In My home
"crazy" evolves three functions:
One, to see who is winning (and when and where and hopefully why),
Two, to hear who is losing (when and where and hopefully why),
Three, to decompose this losing wildness
into its imaged dipolar opposite,
to co-mentor eco-wins thru EgoDeath's
Plan B with A WinWin.

You heard it here
but I heard it first
way back in UU history.

Bilateral Zeroism as prime function
goes back at least to Bucky Fuller,
and One could be no more Plan B Universalist than he;
and he would be offended
if his UU cooperative co-creators
could not hear his "synergy" as Unitarian-istic "love"

And self/other wildly self-optimizing regenerative design
and permaculturally economic Tao-cooperative 

Co-arising Left-Right healthy ecopolitical 
coop-partnership 
Win-Win
regenerative development.






Poem Details | by Thomas Martin |
Categories: beauty, dark, imagery, love, rights, youth,

Night Sky

soaking in the hot pool at Breitenbush
watching young lovers passing on the trail
Perseids streak across the dark skies


Poem Details | by Gaurav Sharma |
Categories: loneliness, lonely, lost love, love, miss you, missing you, race, rap, religion, rights, rude,

Abc

Nothin


Poem Details | by Onis Sampson |
Categories: angel, april, bird, boat, dedication, devotion, earth, february, forgiveness, growth, identity, introspection, jesus, loneliness, lost love, memory, metaphor, miracle, mom, mythology, nostalgia, pain, passion, poets, prayer, rain, relationship, rights, sad, science fiction, sky,

Your Eyes

 (Dedicated to Folake)

Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.

Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.

May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
 
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.

Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.

Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.


Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: anger, humanity, humor, love, nature, rights, integrity,

So Many Struggles, So Little Time

Why does sacrilegious
mean struggling against sacred religion
rather than struggling with re-ligioning divinity
as notnot dualling dividity?

How could prodigal sons and daughters
struggle against their prodigy potential,
yet not struggle with their prodigious potentiality?

When would a natural spirit
struggle against spirituality
rather than struggle with nondual spirited-correlational nature?

Which reminds me,
why does human nature
mean struggling against nature
rather than struggling with articulating integrative humane race
within and toward co-arising nature?

Where does contentiousness
suggest warring against contentment
rather than wrestling with nondual appositional content?

How did death economic reassurance
land on "life insurance"?

Who thought mental dis-ease
could not be compatible with mental health
emerging overdue internal conversations?

Why isn't anger management
more importantly love optimization development?

How could eco-normative cooperative evolutionary transactions
have become ecodislogical monochromatic competition
to store nutrients in safe deposit boxes
where they become detrimental risk of loss
with inevitably unsafe-able death?

If elation
predicts relations
predict correlations
then why not evolution
predicts revolution
predicts ecorevolutionary systems,
merging regenerative love of EarthTribe health?

If bilateral past-future time co-gravitates,
then why wouldn't bicameral love/anger Left
with dipolar symmetry/dualdark fear Right
eco-arise?

Why would a natural eco-spirit inductive-recessive
notnot nondually evolve a spiritual ego-natural deductive dominant?

If mythic creation stories of why we live
articulate dualdark logos dipolarity of how we purgatively die
while living within a WinWin naturally regenerative,
integral,
and unitarian Earth-Home-Universe,
then how are not all cultural nurturances
both universal and unitarian econatured?

How could a healthy integral, integrative re-ligion
re-tying
re-knotting
re-membering
re-linking,
re-syncing bicameral verb
become such a toxically divisive 
anthrocentrically universal noun?

Why couldn't nurture DNA nature
as DNA-nature eco/ego nondually dipolarizes nurturing love,
integrity as positive-regenerative?

Why isn't bilateral Time
spelled "Tao"
and defined as self-reiteratively progenitive EcoPresence?

Why are polycultural languages and values and political economies
dual-destined
to emerge polypaths
toward regenerative ecologos of bilateral co-arising global polyculture,
guilds and cooperative networks emerging nondual revolving Time,
as SunGod rises with prodigious eco-hope
yet nocturnally arrests with prodigal ego-suffering,
jonesing about hope
invested in justice
as one more dawn of life incarnate-memory?



Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: bible, character, christian, community, conflict, confusion, culture, dedication, devotion, faith, family, feelings, forgiveness, freedom, gender, god, growing up, hope, how i feel, innocence, introspection, jesus, joy, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, lust, parents, passion, people, pride, relationship, religion, religious, rights, sad, self, sensual, sexy, sin, society, sorrow, spiritual,

Living A Lifestyle That the Bible Forbids

Living A Lifestyle That the Bible Forbids…

I know of someone living a lifestyle that the Bible forbids.
He told me; “how dare anyone tell me how I should live!”

He added; “what I do is no one else’s business but my own.”
“No one can ever tell me what I do in my home!”

When given scripture that clearly forbids what he’s doing…
It’s the backward kind of life… That he’s choosing!

He claims Jesus is his lord, in spite of his moral depravity.
It’s like he has, in his body, an “infected cavity.”

God gave to us his word, with his holy instructions!
If we don’t obey, it’ll lead to our spiritual destruction!

It doesn’t matter if 10,000 churches say that it’s o.kto do!
God requires a righteous and holy way of living, for me and YOU!

There are choices we all have, that are to be made!
Are you going to be victorious in Christ?  Or sin’s slave???

Have you thought about living for Jesus?  And what it cost?
If we’re not sacrificing our lives for him, we’re forever lost!

If you’re one who’s caught up into a life filled with perversion…
May I introduce you to the blood of Jesus?  And a righteous conversion?

God gave to each of us, HIS rules and commandments to live by!
It’s either God’s rules, or man’s, that you’ll either live or die by!

Won’t you choose a life that God has chosen to give you?
He created mankind!  It’s no secret how much he loves you!

The opportunity is here!  It may never come again!
Won’t you let the power of Jesus break the bondage of sin?

Jesus can set you free!   Won’t you let him help you?
He’s patiently waiting…   Just because he wants to!

By Jim Pemberton   10/07/13


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: absence, age, america, analogy, betrayal, bible, brother, character, christian, corruption, courage, creation, culture, dedication, desire, devotion, emotions, evil, faith, father, hope, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, life, lost, love, lust, mother, places, political, prayer, pride, psychological, recovery from, relationship, religion, religious, rights, sad, sin, sister, society, spiritual, time, today, trust,

Is It God We Trust Or Leave In the Dust

Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust? As our courts remove God from this great nation. We are left with a confused and lost generation! As God is taken away from our public schools. A huge tide of immorality is what “rules.” The Bible is often mocked and discarded. It was on it’s principles this country was started! Just about anything of God seems to get scorned. So many “rush” to worship many ungodly forms. As God’s name is often tossed and thrown out. We tend to forget what HE is all about! Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused. No wonder, there’s many who are lost and confused! As people forget God and worship the fallen creature. They look to themselves and “glorify” their features. Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions. And with this, come disease, heartache and afflictions! As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.” It’s his righteousness, that we need to be seeking! If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer! He loves all of us! And he really does care! Won’t you come to HIM, And invite him in? Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend? He brings strength and nourishment to the soul! It’s only in him that we can be made whole! By Jim Pemberton


Poem Details | by Anindya Mohan Tagore |
Categories: children, guitar, humanity, life, poets, rights, war,

You will find me there - with love, always



When against unjust poets will unite, you will find me there
When people will raise their voice for their rights, you will find me there

When your children will go to war and you will feel lonely at home
Dark nights will enhance – feeling of fright, you will find me there

When the soldiers will be trained to play guitar, instead of gun
When Seeger’s song will be played before fight, you will find me there

When Ram will raise Rahim’s Son and Tim will raise Funom’s daughter
When the word ‘Children’ will make you delight, you will find me there

When the season will change with your mood – deviating a slight
When morn’ dews will say “hello!”  with smiles bright, you will find me there

When the heaven will pour love in your garden, blooms will rejoice
When you will play Ghazal with music light, you will find me there

Bobby is writing his first Ghazal, hope you will join the flight
Torn - you will return home – need a hug tight, you will find me there

15.03.16


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: christian, conflict, confusion, corruption, culture, dedication, depression, devotion, faith, feelings, forgiveness, freedom, god, grief, heartbroken, hope, husband, jesus, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, love, lust, marriage, me, men, people, places, political, prayer, pride, psychological, rainbow, relationship, religion, religious, rights, sad, sad love, sin, social, society, sorrow, sorry, spiritual, trust, wife, woman,

There's A Web of Temptation And Sin

There’s a Web of Temptation and Sin!

There’s a web of temptation and a lot of sin…
That brings slavery and a strong bondage within!

Throughout this land, there’s an evil surge!
While many lives, seem to be getting “submerged!”

Being submerged, into a life, that many believe in.
They become perverted, but want all to receive them!

The “love and acceptance,”
 that many desire.
Puts them on a tightrope!  A very thin wire!

As the web of temptation and sin begin to grow.
It brings a bondage that damages the soul!

They may want to have “love and acceptance.”
But in their hearts, needs to be a godly repentance!

May the holiness of a righteous God be stirred!
That all will come back, to the truth of his word!

His son Jesus, came to the cross! He bled and died!
That through him, our lives can be totally sanctified!

Only the power of God, can bring a needed restoration!
He gives to one and all… 
 A heavenly invitation!

Whosoever will… Come now!  And accept him!
Won’t you take the time, to really know him?

Don’t allow the web of life to destroy 
and overcome you!
Come to Jesus now!  He really does
 LOVE YOU!

By Jim Pemberton


Poem Details | by Edward Ebbs |
Categories: age, analogy, body, care, caregiving, courage, health, humanity, life, love, mental illness, old, parents, passion, relationship, rights, strength, stress, woman,

My Window

I see life passing by trapped inside I try to find words they are lost I know what they ask my heart knows where are my words I know my name my birthday what year is it and the month they all pass so fast the president who you ask is that important I don't remember yes I ate yes I had water I am not dizzy this is my life leave me alone gazing out my looking glass
Edward J Ebbs - November 12, 2016


Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: beauty, color, dance, love, poetry, rights, wisdom,

Where Poets Rule

Everything that is created
disguises a hidden purpose....
A calligrapher writes out his lines
not just for the exquisiteness of the script
but to also convey a meaning.
              Rumi (MMafi, trans.)

What is the purpose of poetry,
and therefore of the poet?
Refined prose?
Beautifully flowing style and structure?
Artistic elegance
or truth of content?

Is poetic purpose the meaning of its language
or the art of linguistic choices?

Of course it must be both,
symbiotically fertilizing and farming each incubating embryo,
functioning and forming creative language,
an expression of intuited deduction,
refinement toward exegetically known and felt soul-truth
through eisegetical analogy
ecology
economy of linguistic order,
principles of languaged left-brained human nature
dancing prancing functional flow and forms
through right-brained regeneratively intuited
proportional and aesthetic octave polycultured memory,
dream-dancing DNA.

What evolves and seeds
plants and pulls
harvests and winnows language,
thought,
understanding and learning,
comprehension and mentoring orthopraxis,
ecotherapy and healing
rationality and polypathic sanity?

This optimally sustaining
revolutionary bipolar meaning
for graceful living
and breathing
and healing poetry,
enculturates as metaphysically expressed
through universal laws of language
and cooperative economics,
trans-actively mutual mentoring love,
as words teach us what we think
and thoughts inspire our Way (Tao) 
toward optimally inclusive expression.
Meanwhile poetry evolves physically incarnating
through global dancing and singing
in full octave ringing circles
of energy and organic-spiral dynamic mass,
coincident communion.

Poets conduct dancing lyrics of life through death,
decompositioning regeneration.

Poets prehend self-governance structures
in ways of light more enlightened
than competing partisan pedantry;
which may not be saying much for poets.

Transliterating Laotse on "Rulers":
Of the best public administrators
    The people only have faith,
    prehend, that they exist,
    or did way back in the day;
The next best they love and praise:
    the comprehensively wise polypaths 
    with CQI regenerative well-being outcomes.
The abusive  and tyrannical next they fear;
    powerful fools.
And the neglectful next they revile and ridicule;
    weak and humorless fools.

When poets do not command the people's faith,
Some will lose faith in them,
And then they resort to oaths!
But, of the best,
those wisely compassionate cooperative poetic-rulers,
    when their outcomes are optimally accomplished,
    their full-octaved permacultural design word work done,
The folks all remark, 
    "We have written and told and danced, 
    lived and breathed,
    colored and cultured it ourselves."

It is no more or less feasible
to have a mutually subsidiary 
and cooperative design and development
sociopathic CEO,
than it is to find a wise and holy
competitive hoarder of wealth and power.

Everything that is created
disguises a hidden purpose.

Creation disguises,
yet implies,
teleology as ecologic.





Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: america, career, celebration, change, character, christian, community, conflict, confusion, creation, culture, dedication, desire, devotion, emotions, faith, family, feelings, forgiveness, freedom, god, happiness, home, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, journey, life, loneliness, lonely, lost love, love, missing, moving on, passion, people, political, pride, relationship, religious, rights, uplifting,

I'm Coming Out And Am Proud Of It

There are proud people “coming out!” Yet, they have no idea what real life is about! Many brag about a lifestyle that’s revealing. Yet have lost God’s purpose and meaning! I’m coming out for Jesus! I’ve nothing to hide! I’ve asked him to take away my sin and pride! Of my own accomplishments.. I’ve nothing to boast! But I’m proud of God the father, son and holy ghost! Whatever pride we have… We’ve all sinned! Jesus told us; “you must be born again!” Nothing that I’ve done is worth “bragging of.” Rather, I’ve done things that I’m ashamed of! But God reached down to where I was standing! And filled my life with his peace and understanding! The more I have of Jesus, the less I need of me! His power alone is what can truly set me free! I’m coming out for Jesus! The redeemer of my soul! I’m going to shout it! So the whole world may know! I’m not ashamed of Jesus! I am NOT! By his mercy… My sins have been blood bought! For each step you take to God… He takes two! Won’t you allow him to do his work through YOU? A life of righteousness and holiness is what God is asking! Come now! And receive HIS life! It’s everlasting! By Jim Pemberton


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: abuse, addiction, angel, best friend, black african american, brother, bullying, character, cry, dance, death, death of a friend, dedication, discrimination, eulogy, farewell, forgiveness, freedom, friend, friendship, gender, goodbye, grief, happiness, heaven, identity, life, love, memory, pain, pride, racism, rainbow, rights,

William part 1

I ask all to be open minded as I tell the story of my friend,  William
There are so many prejudice in this World , from color to sex 

To me it has always been the soul , the person inside 
For one that is shallow will not experience life in true blessing 

William my friend was African American , he was fun and personality full of 'I am here "
William was Gay , William disowned , William called "A queer "

Well this is a lesson for all to know
God does not care what color , but the heart , what color it shows

I had left my 1st Husband , with 2 children I had to support
I was depressed , felt alone in the civilian World of a sort 

For when I got to Monterey bay , I was on a Military base 
Very shy and recluse , not leaving the perimeter of the land 
I opened such a big door when I left that abusive Man 

I had the tiniest apartment with 2 little rooms , probably 550 sqfeet I presume
I will never for get the night He came to my door , William ," Girl, lets go dancing 
Let's go explore ! He called me 'The platinum Blonde "

We went out together and danced , he was amazing ! William energized any room He Lit it Up ! 
For he had something inside his beautiful soul , no money could buy, nor silver or gold.

Well years went by in Monterey bay , I had fallen in love with a man , Lost so much time

Time went by , after the man broke my heart ,I remember "where is William "
I missed something that lies  deep in my heart The true Love and friendship of he I craved

Now this story is long so go to  "William part 2  "be patient , be brave


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: character, christian, dedication, desire, devotion, emotions, faith, family, forgiveness, freedom, friend, friendship, future, god, happiness, hope, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, joy, life, loneliness, lonely, love, relationship, religion, religious, rights, uplifting,

Jesus Chose Me to Follow HIM

Jesus Chose Me to Follow Him!

Jesus chose me to follow him!
And called me to be;
"a fisher of men!"

He's given me his Holy Spirit,
for needed assistance.
He wants me to reach the lost,
with a Godly persistence!

Others need to know
of the forgiveness he brings!
They need to know that he
can do anything!

They can be transformed,
by his resurrection power!
This can happen to anyone!
This very hour!

Please help me dear Lord,
to do my very best!
I want to do my part!  And let you
take care of the rest!

It's only in YOU, Jesus, that one
 can find life everlasting!
It's freely given!
Just for the asking!

Please dear Lord..
Come and direct my path.
I need your mercy!  And spare me
from your wrath!

Please guide me, by your loving
and gentle hand…
Help me to obey, listen,
and understand!

Following and trusting Jesus
is the best thing I can do!
To surrender my life,
and daily follow YOU!

By Jim Pemberton


Poem Details | by Allexis Cook |
Categories: adventure, anxiety, betrayal, change, first love, rights, science fiction,

Line of Fire

I'm Stuck in the Line of Fire                    
                                            




 In all the years I’ve been alone, in all the days that I’ve spent, staring at a wall,
 I’ve learned a few things.
 I’ve learned that when you’re not perfect, no one wants youI’ve learned that when you’re different, 
people get scaredAnd when people get scared, they do one of two things
Fight or flight.
 It’s human nature in three wordsFight or flight.
 You either run, or you stand your ground
People rarely control this
Some people can force themselves to fight when they’d rather run
Other people choose to run for their safety, because even though they want to fight they know that they, 
or someone they care for, 
will get hurt
And still there are others, who don’t seem to careDon’t care about others, that is
They don’t fight, they can’t flight
 They make a line of people in front of themselves to protect them
What would you do if you were put in that line? Forced to protect people,
 who would rather shoot you in the head than miss their morning tea? 
Worse yet, what if, for some reason, you fall in love
And that person, the only person who doesn’t cringe at the sight of you, or run when you say hello,
 is put in that line? How do you protect them,
 how do you tell them to fight, when you yourself,
 can’t do anything but run? 
                                  


Poem Details | by OMAR JABAK |
Categories: allegory, emotions, first love, love, rights, romantic, word play,

First Sight, First Right

I fell in love at first sight.
I knew it was my first right.
I heard some say I had no sight.
I heard them say I had no right.
They said they saw no such sight.
I think they have no such right!
To reject love at first sight.
Or lecture us on what is right!
Those who love at first sight.
Prepare to live their first right.
I knew she was a great sight!
She granted me my first right.

8/8/2014


Poem Details | by ashley rainwater |
Categories: angel, deep, fairy, family, freedom, language, rights,

fight for your love and rights

living in the flame 
rideing on top of that tidal wave
the invisible waves, rushing through
the saltless hot beachy sand 
Looking ahead as i saw that beautiful squeaky flippin  dolphin 
stars spinning ahead, darkeness rushing in the tideless
freedom land 
once again im with nature the water is my tears 
when i accidently let go of my hope
like a sailboat i sank
thunder of  volts in my eyes you shall see 
bright lightning gets brighter in theat muscial sky
o nothing butthe wood wind chimes with the angels singing 
you can hear it peacefully if you sat back down 
turned your mirror facing you back around.
face to face woth my own self.
i looked deeply inside this time 
thanks heavenslittle dragonfly;s that this second spent 
i took ot to heart
 i saw who i finally was meant to be , 
beautiful the insight as i rose to my feet
rember the wood  windchimes in the wind , 
they always bring you back to your own crazy foolish mind 
sometimes it gets erased by time.
every now and then you have to get up and try to fight for your rights in this flameing hell i call earth
it can take away your heart 
the creatures in it they try to pull you away from your own self
turn the page , look deeper dont ley anyone get to close to your heart so they can stab it deeper , protect your love
flameing candle burning in the moonlight god sent my baby angel back to her nest we can finally restGod has our place hereOvercoming hope is what makes you stronger for gods next battle belive stay humble


Poem Details | by Victoria Nunoo |
Categories: inspirational, love, mother, tribute, woman, rights,

I AM A WOMAN

I walk
I talk
I possess an image
That image
I am the woman

The woman who is 
In absolute possession
Of the courage
As brave as a warriors staff
The woman who knows her rights 
And fights for it
I am the woman
With the “man”

I feel 
I heal
I possess a heart
That heart
I am the woman

The woman with 
An inner child
With an overflowing joy
With no worries bigger
The woman whose gleeing spirit
Brings hope to all
I am the woman
With the “womb”

I make
I create
I possess an art
That art
I am the woman

The woman herself
Stringing together
All pieces of earth
And soothing the broken
The woman whose arms
Wraps those she loves
I am the woman
That woman…

©Naa Takia, All Rights Reserved 2012


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: absence, angst, desire, dream, inspiration, inspirational, life, lonely, love, rights,

RIYADH: HAVEN OF LIFE

RIYADH: HAVEN OF LIFE

R - Riyadh, a city and capital of Saudi Arabia
R - "Raining Men" as lots of scattered everywhere..
R - Raging from other Arabs to Caucasians
R - Real masculine, maybe yes and maybe no..

I - I'm here about a year & 6 months
I - Interesting at first as all is new
I - In few months, I began to think twice
I - Inwardly, I feel imprisoned and treated inhumanely..

Y - Yielding me a greater awareness of life
Y - Yes, it was my ambition to go out..
Y - Yondering all obstacles and trials...
Y - Yelping nothing but full determination.

A - Admitting,I did get what i like from here
A - Accounting from the fact that saving here good.
A - Allegiance to my family as well as my country calls me back..
A - Admirably, some nationalities prefers us..

D - determinedly, I suppose not to give up..
D - Death could only stop me from life..
D - Diligently, I'll walk each day with faith and hope..
D - Dainty, i must still appear to be..

H - However things are.
H - Hope rise up burning afire..
H - Hunterlike aggressive and brave
H - Honesty deep down in contentment.

by: olive_eloi 
aug22, 2013
@2:30pm


Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: absence, age, courage, environment, forgiveness, growth, hate, hero, hope, howl, identity, introspection, leaving, loneliness, lost love, memory, miracle, mythology, nostalgia, pain, passion, philosophy, poets, rain, rights, sad, science fiction, sky, space, stress, travel, voice, wisdom, world,

Flat Canvas

Flat canvas;

Bubbling brown ridges strike 
The confining dimensions in a hostile yawn: 
Upwards, Outwards.

Walk the world no longer, an ending beckons, 
A precipice builds moments where swallows wager wings 
On new seed: New breeds.
Falling buys the assurance of seconds
From a sinking well
Oh well.

Remember us when the globe begins to slip,
Bang drums for our pity:
Our crescendos mean less than meaningless.
And then, when spheres crack, continue 
On the whorl of a thumb, 
Stretching hope to nothing.
Run.


Poem Details | by Danny Scott |
Categories: how i feel, international, judgement, love, marriage, rights,

No One Is Perfect

this is a controversial poem but I ask for your attention..

everyone was born with an imperfection..

some people have an "imperfection" of what most call  "GAY"...

 and there are people who feel same sex marriage isn't the right way...

however no one has the right to say what they say...

so keep your comments to yourself and continue your day...

Obama legalized same sex marriage 
and he is straight..

so there is nothing wrong with acceptance and it's never too late...

but even with gay marriage legalized 
it's still a problem in some states...

some on the list are FL, UT, TX, MS, ME, and VA...

is this the dream country we live in known as the U.S.A.?...

when  states are united as one, but through differences seem to separate?...

and being gay is not a disease, it's not a trait...

same sex couples are people too, so why show them hate?...

would you like it where you lived in a backwards world today?..

a world where you couldn't marry the one you loved because you were straight?...

I know I wouldn't want to be separated from my soul mate...

so what gives us the right to take same sex couples rights away?...

no one is perfect, flawless, or a mistake...

but we all should unite as one for all of our sakes...


Poem Details | by Edward Ebbs |
Categories: analogy, body, care, caregiving, confusion, courage, cry, culture, dedication, desire, devotion, feelings, heartbreak, humanity, identity, journey, leaving, life, loss, lost, love, parents, rights,

Alzheimers

watching one you love
fading into something less
tortures your spirit

Edward J Ebbs - July 12, 2016


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: character, christian, conflict, confusion, dedication, depression, devotion, faith, family, feelings, forgiveness, friendship, happiness, heartbroken, hope, how i feel, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, irony, jesus, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, love, me, mirror, miss you, relationship, religion, religious, rights, sad,

Who Or What Can Fill Life's Empty Void

Who are what can fill your life’s “empty void?”
In spite of the many things
 that you have “enjoyed.”

Drugs… Sex…  Money…  Are you concerned?
Has your life been one that’s
 taken “the wrong turn?”

There’s many choices to make 
I’m fooling you not!
But there’s a godly principle
 that must be taught!

The void we have Only the presence
 of God can fulfill!
Bringing you true love, 
is God’s purpose and will!

Won’t you take a moment
 with the king of kings?
And allow him to take control of everything?

Jesus will never disappointed you!  
Not now or ever!
He wants to be your friend! 
 Today and forever!

The God of this world and universe, 
wants to come in!
A Brand new way of living…  
Is waiting to BEGIN!


By Jim Pemberton


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: america, betrayal, character, christian, community, conflict, corruption, dedication, depression, faith, feelings, forgiveness, freedom, god, happiness, heartbroken, heaven, history, hope, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, jesus, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, people, political, pride, rainbow, relationship, religion, religious, rights, sad, sin, social, society, sorrow, spiritual,

What Do We Expect As We Seek to Remove God

What Do We Expect, As We Seek to Remove God? As so many people are seeking God’s removal… It’s like anything from him, we’ve given a refusal! Many have tried to ban just the reading of his word! There’s so much truth, just waiting to be heard! Many anti-God societies have quickly formed! Even the ten commandments, are often scorned! We’ve built large cities, many schools, and homes! But when it comes to God, we’ve often left him alone! One can try their best to push God back in the corner! But if you do, things in your life will get “warmer!” The pleasures and truth you seek, will come to an end! And then eternity without God, will just begin! You’ll wish you chose to live for God, that eventful day! You’ll wish that you took the time to study and pray! It’s the word of God that you need to study and read! God knows all about you! And knows your needs! He deserves all of your praise and full attention! We need to seek him, for much needed direction! Please come dear Lord, and cleanse us within! May we humbly confess our faults and sins! We need YOU much more, than words can say! Please be the God we serve! May we start TODAY! By Jim Pemberton