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Poem Details | by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: child abuse, giving, i love you, introspection, power, silly, student,

Part 2 You Have to Whistle

Neither Tray or I take any guff from adults, especially adults in authority; it’s a result of having had the belt when you are young, thus learning you cannot trust your care-givers or anyone else.
In case there is any doubt in your mind here, every enraged child I have ever seen, every out-of-control –I-hate-the-world child I have ever spoken to had parents who were uneducated and insensitive and in complete ignorance of how the belt on a child will break their heartsEspecially if the parent waits to use the belt when she is already mad, and mean, and the wailing sobbing child feels the out-of-control parent is relishing  using  a big bad, welt-giving belt on them  oftentimes Christian parents, which is why I HATE Christians so damned much.
Oops.
Lost my thought again.
Back on track now.
Tray finally said, “You’d have to dance.”
If anyone ever saw me dance you’d still be laughing, but I danced, and danced and danced some moreI danced around Tray and MrHell and the Detention supervisor and the Superintendent and the incredulous DARE Officer  Boy, did I dance.
I did the chicken dance, the Macarena dance, the good-grief-is -this- even-a-dance-dance.
Then out of breath, I asked, “What else, Tray? What else can I do to get you to come with me?” The reason a great counselor will ask a child such as belt-child-Tray, permission for every little thing, is that Tray, a belt-child, had so much power taken away at a young innocent age He is a heartbroken victim of parents who gloatingly used a belt, flyswatter, shoe, hairbrush, switch from a tree, or whatever to show the child how angry they were about something.
A little warning here, now, parents, if you do not want to raise a psychopath or a manic depressive or a child with schizophrenia, please do not beat your children A parent who shows a small child their angry-I-am-going-to-really-hurt-you side has lost all respect and awe and love whether they know it or not at the time 
Worse, their little child, an innocent child who has now had  the full wrath of an angry adult unleashed on them in a I-will-kill-you-sort of way, a child like Tray and I, who have had the belt and immediately felt a broken heart, the I- have-had-the-belt-and-hate-everyone-now-children are going to need to get some power back somewhere down the lineThey can do it in positive or very negative ways, and thank their parents, please, will you?
In the rare case you are slow, and do not fully understand what I am saying yet, at  the age of two or three years-old, belt children are completely powerless when their ignorant, uneducated, I-will-show-you-how-mad-I-am-parents with mean faces, are giving them the belt, sometimes putting welts up and down their arms and legs too
This added bonus reiterates to the now powerless heartbroken child that their parents, their heroes, the ones they loved and adored, are now monsters, who might be hiding under the bed or in the closet, and might come out at night and kill them next timeThe unexpected side lesson is, there is no one to turn to, you are helpless, and we can kill you at will Oh, by the way, pray to JesusJesus will help you with everything BUT your parents.
Belt children are hyper-vigilantThey are always waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to happen to make Mom mad, so she will have an excuseThey make great detectives, but not yet because they are children The real lesson, the one you want to teach your child when she is young is: please understand you are no longer safeJesus cannot save you here  Your mother is mean and mad and powerful, and you had better do whatever you can to not make her mad.
Lesson learned, MomLesson learned.
But let me just say, now that I’m an adult and I can see what you could notBeating your child or children, is not the best parenting practices Being a spiritualist I have to ask, “These men of old, these men who wrote the Bible to keep their women in place with fear, these men who wanted their women to hope for a good life later on, but not now as it might be an inconvenience to them, Why did they take the six books about reincarnation out of the Bible but leave in “Spare the rod, spoil the child? What the hell, you MEN of old?  What the hell?
A big smile crossed Tray’s face because he and I have spent many hours together, and we both knew  that he was now going to demand I do something we both knew I was not capable of doing”Now you have to whistle,” he said.
I stuck out my tongue at him, making him laugh, put my hands on my hips and said in my best 8-year-old-girl imitation, “YOU KNOW I can’t whistle!”
He laughed then, and could not stopLoud guffaws of laughter, and I put out my hand, and he walked over, took it and we walked across that cubicle and I put my little “Go away and don’t come back” sign out, and we began to talk We talked about the belt and how angry we are, oops ….I mean how angry and hurt and heartbroken he is when his dad acts like thatAnd it made me sad, and I told him it’s not best practices for a parent to do this, and I told him I had never used a belt on my children, and when he grew up, he would not have to use it on his childrenI told him it’s okay to end the cycle of child abuse in his family, and he was amazed and said, “I would never hurt my children,” and we made a pact, and we hugged
The end of a very good day for usA very good day.







Poem Details | by Zamreen Zarook |
Categories: age, angel, beautiful, beauty, body, boyfriend, celebration, celebrity, change, character, creation, desire, emotions, children, friendship, girl, girlfriend, hero, humorous, i love you, image, life, memorial day, memory, middle school, relationship, romantic, school, society, student, teen, teenage, truth, wisdom, woman, women, words, world, youth,

Fake Words

Fake Words – Zamreen Zarook

God have given us mouth,
Not to speak to north and south,
Tongue is given under an oath,
So it’s our duty to protect them both.

Girls chat fake with boys,
Having a notion that the boys are toys,
They often make varied noise,
Thinking to keep a trap on handsome guys.

Boys are also human being,
So it’s not possible being clean,
Things varies in the way they are seen,
So positive thinking will make you keen.

Boys’ minds are pure,
As it is pure bio,
So don’t try to pour vino,
Which will take decades to get cure.


Poem Details | by Zamreen Zarook |
Categories: age, allah, courage, day, dedication, education, fantasy, feelings, kids, freedom, friendship, future, girl, growing up, happy, heaven, how i feel, husband, life, love, marriage, me, men, mirror, mom, mother, my child, people, psychological, relationship, self, simple, social, sorry, student, success, sympathy, teen, teenage, thank you, thanks, thanksgiving, words, youth,

Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.

Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.

People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.

Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.


Poem Details | by Jacqueline R. Mendoza |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, black african american, bridal shower, caregiving, celebrity, childhood, christian, cousin, daughter, death of a friend, devotion, education, environment, father daughter, first love, flower, children, for her, kids, how i feel, little sister, me, mom, mother, native american, nostalgia, people, poets, school, spiritual, student, woman, women, work,

Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself


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 Merly Elarmo-Coloma |
Categories: kids, image, kid, pride, school, student, teacher, wisdom, words,

I love my Teacher

She always comes wearing a sweet smile 
Though I listen to her for awhile

She makes me discover a lot
Teaching me is what she’s all got

Kind, loving, caring and patient
In school she stands as my parent

Tries to give me the best lesson
So I become a good person

She loves me and I love her
Like mom she is always there


To enlighten me and to guide
She’s also raising me with pride


Poem Details | by Tasha Taylor |
Categories: cute love, feelings, giggle, smile, student, teenage,

YOUR SMILE

I see you walking down the hall.
Your gorgeous blonde hair, 
Thoughtful blue eyes, and 
Perfect smile make me flustered.

I try to disappear into myself
When I will pass you
A God like you doesn't notice
People who are like me.

Somehow, you catch my eye
And you wink at me as we pass.
When you can't see me anymore,
A smile lights up my face

The impossible actually happened!
I am left grinning like a giggly idiot,
Getting concerned glances by others.
Yet, I don't care because you smiled at me:

You with your sunshine hair,
Deep, blue ocean eyes, and 
your contagious smile.
My smile glows because of your smile.


Poem Details | by Chad Greef |
Categories: character, community, conflict, courage, father, feelings, forgiveness, fun, growing up, hero, i love you, image, passion, relationship, sound, spoken word, student, truth, violence, visionary, wisdom, youth,

Role-Model

When I was called little brother, 
I smiled.
It meant I have an elder sibling.
One from whom I could learn,
To discern,
Between Light and Dark.

What about the Grey?

Only a few would about the grey; 
Enquire.
Even fewer, 
Perhaps none
Would even begin to aspire,

Is grey the divider?

What is a divider?
A partition,
A separation, 
A barrier.

In essence a carrier,
Of both dark and Light;
Having both thane sight!

The grey is never contrite,
It does and will do on sight!!!

Come with your purported might!
Closer…
Closer…
Unseen seen chaos,
These are my instruments,
Your might;;; 
Will be eaten as sacrements.

For continual human growth within, 
Mistakes rectified by the elder or role model;
Taught the current crop must be,
Lessons are as seeds;;; 
Planted into our mother, 
Blending with Earth, Water and Sun,
The seed transmutes and soon the seed has had its fun,
A plant is now the end product.

We humans are also ever transforming,
Perhaps not as apparent as natural beauty forming,

But what is natural beauty?

What is beauty?


Random randominity is beauty natural,
Random beauty is natural randominity,
Natural randominity is random beauty,
Beautiful randominity randoms naturally,


In essence;
Culturally cultural.

Not an over-spill,
Providence shines.
Understanding and comprehension,
In succession,
For thee

The trick however is to pass on that understanding and comprehension.
But how do you do that?
When most of the generation is tuned to the Playstation!
Violent games evocating the continuation
Of our disgusting violent nation.

Perhaps attempt to not scold or tell;
Allow thane actions to speak wonders,
As an undiscovered well.

Keep the resonance of thane bell,
Consistant.
Perhaps another revolutionary,
Your prodige has to be selectant,
Of his student, his confectionary.

Without this passing down of knowledge,
We all might as well eat the most poisonous berry.


Poem Details | by carlos kipkoech |
Categories: crazy, earth day, funny love, high school, silly, student, sweet,

Why I Fail In English

Ten minutes past time she enters,
She's too beautiful to be a teacher,
Her favorite short skirt exposes her thick thighs,
Lips red and pouting, she's a killer,
Right away my concentration flees,
Her and me far away at planet Jupiter,
With a bungalow and two exuberant kids,
I just wedded my teacher at Jupiter,
And it's Only within fifteen minutes,
Don't worry,Maybe we'll fix and visit earth later,
Bell rings,and she ends,
Only to notice,I didn't even open my locker,
Am back to Earth,not with her,but with several boys.


Poem Details | by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: beauty, character, child, depression, emotions, faith, feelings, friend, friendship, girl, god, grief, growing up, growth, happiness, heart, hope, identity, inspiration, introspection, jesus, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, love, mentor, metaphor, pain, people, philosophy, psychological, relationship, sad, sorrow, spiritual, strength, student, sympathy, teen, teenage, truth, uplifting, wisdom, women, youth,

My Sad, Lovely Lass

Give me drink, rest, and solitude—
these are all the things I long for;
give me as well your finest food
and I'll ask of you, lass, no more!

My lovely lass, what's the matter—
why are you all sad and alone?
Don't be vexed because you're sadder
than most, dear, for God loves His own.

Sweet girl, I'll tell you a secret:
if I were a young lad again,
I'd chase you for your sweet asset.
But as I am two-score and ten

years old (oh yes, indeed!)—never
can I be the prince you now need:
but your pain won't be for ever
if you search where your crushed heart leads  




Poem Details | by KAUSHAL SABOO |
Categories: childhood, education, love, people, school, teacher, student, teacher,

Relation Between Teacher And Students

Relation Between Teacher And Student Is Like, 
The Relation Between Potter And His Pot, 
Like Them Teachers Also, 
To Their Student, Loves A Lot.

Potter Jump On The Clay For Benefit 
Of It, 
Teachers Also Beat Their Student, 
For Their Creativity To Lit.

Then Potter, To Clay, Give A Shape, 
Teachers Also Give Their Students
Life Shape But It Required, 
Good Co-Ordination Between Them Not The Measuring Tape.

Then The Pots And Students, 
Are Ready To Go In Market For Sale, 
But If They Forget Their Teachers, 
By Me, In Their Life, They Fail……….


Relation Between Teacher And Student Is Like, 
The Relation Between Potter And His Pot, 
Like Them Teachers Also, 
To Their Student, Loves A Lot.

Potter Jump On The Clay For Benefit 
Of It, 
Teachers Also Beat Their Student, 
For Their Creativity To Lit.

Then Potter, To Clay, Give A Shape, 
Teachers Also Give Their Students
Life Shape But It Required, 
Good Co-Ordination Between Them Not The Measuring Tape.

Then The Pots And Students, 
Are Ready To Go In Market For Sale, 
But If They Forget Their Teachers, 
By Me, In Their Life, They Fail……….


Poem Details | by Aaron McIntosh |
Categories: deep, high school, internet, love, pain, spoken word, student,

Social Status Effect

Miscommunication, is fabrication of reality
When actually it’s a matter of perspective.
She was a standout, with a name similar to yours
With pure intentions, painful convictions but losing to her own dispositions.
Deprivation of her moral mentality structure crumbles
Caused by misadventures of her past life
Blighted with horrific memories
Tragic upsets that shake the very foundation of her soul.
Lead by the goals of our society
To keep the mindset that anxiety… controls you
But who understands?
Those who demand you to over expand your capability of toleration to your demons?
Pharmaceutical apprehension to be your companion in this never-ending struggle?
School systems have programs
That program you to say
Everything’s okay
Just get over it and move on
But you see there is no off switch to pain
No preset to reset her experiences
The hand that she felt
A seatbelt that would strap her into a horrible roller-coaster ride of misery
You see, there is something wrong with this picture
Its missing something
Someone…
You?
Maybe everything that she needed was a frosty before third period on a March afternoon
Or maybe, an almond milk macchiato on finals week at Delos across the street
Or even an acquainted silence of tears while she spilled her heart on the dashboard of your car.
She needed a home
No not a bed to sleep in with complimentary breakfast
No!
A resting place
That’s laced with people who care to hear the response of how her day is,
Or how’s she’s doing in school
Or why is there scars on her…
Arms to be held in when she needs comfort.
Sometimes we’re the only savior that people see,
But what saviors are we when we’re preoccupied with our own self-indulgence of social media.
Temporary satisfactions from addictions ever going,
Distracting us from having true meaning in life.
We need to make a stand,
To withstand this generational curse.
Of carelessness of peoples pain,
But first, let me update my status.


Poem Details | by Sofiya V William |
Categories: dedication, student, teacher, teachers day, thank you,

To Teacher With Love

You taught me to love, 
You taught me to learn,
And here I build, I try to earn,
These wings which with I'll soar above.

Virtue not vice you taught me to sow, 
Each day thus wiser you saw me grow, 
You promise your care for the shoots we are,
Your nurture is rare that makes us who we are.

Your wisdom true and safe, 
I held in place,
And saw aglow,  pride's gaze 
Light over a mother's face.

Your strength enlivenes in my heart,
A luminous candle in the dark, 
A melody, a remedy a hand to hold on, 
Upon your shoulders i am made strong.

Ignited, i am empowered, 
Appreciated, i am motivated, 
Acknowledged, i am emboldened, 
Beautiful.I am made golden 

To Teacher with love ;this letter, small and sweet.
Dedicate I; life's riches, wishes and dreams.


Poem Details | by Eilis Philipps |
Categories: class, emotions, feelings, judgement, love hurts, student, teen,

You never know

Coup d'oeil, you tried to comport
For your sake, I obscure my discomfort
As a man of refinement, I dismiss bizarre incitements
Yet the verity of my deeds I shall say in perspectives most iridescent

Compulsive are your manners, and impulsive your mouth
Which rattles and spews out dotty words that douts
You conceive me to be your heart's one true desire
When you pride in another, which sounds as good as dire

Nescient, as you always are, you're not aware
That I only see you as amusement, the only reason I cared
Because I am twice the mich as you perceive yourself to be
And yet you never sumise, surprisingly fooled, all lovesick on me

I guess I should tell you the truth,  for just as much
Since you were a good friend, if you originally intended to be as such
I, your seatmate, am very, very miffed of you
And, truthfully, I know that most of us, most that you know, do too.

Coup d'oeil, you tried to comport
For your sake, I obscure my discomfort
As a man of refinement, I dismiss bizzare incitements
Yet the verity of my deeds I shall say in perspectives most iridescent

Compulsive are your manners, and impulsive your mouth
Which rattles and spews out dotty words that douts
You conceive me to be your heart's one true desire
When you pride in another, which sounds as good as dire

Nescient, as you always are, you're not aware
That I only see you as amusement, the only reason I cared
Because I am twice the mich as you perceive yourself to be
And yet you never sumise, surprisingly fooled, all lovesick on me

I guess I should tell you the truth,  for just as much
Since you were a good friend, if you originally intended to be as such
I, your seatmate, am very, very miffed of you
And, truthfully, I know that most of us, most that you know, do too.

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Poem Details | by Jack Webster |
Categories: angst, goodbye, loneliness, student, success, true love, word play,

PERFECT BOUND ----- contest entry

(draft iiiv)

*-- -- I spent my puberty pursuing Truth,
-- -- while Venus bound Adonis as a youth.*

My passions laid with Mysteries and Signs
the secret workings only hermits see,
those subtleties by which our fates align,
the ways young clocks may seed our destinies.

The vulvas that I held were hard-bound books,
vanillin pages streamed with ecstasy;
they weren't the sort that lived or died by looks,
their warmest whispers - ideologies

My bedroom's full of volumes, silent, dry, 
still waiting for that gentle touch to come, 
and curve their lonely spinesBut, what belies
the depth of blood? What warmer truth? There's none,

-- -- for nothing is so great as boundless love, 
-- -- and, perfect bound, my books are not enough

* additional lines for 16 line iambic pentameter contest 


Poem Details | by Mike Conway |
Categories: africa, america, angst, bible, black african american, books, business, childhood, christian, conflict, dedication, desire, discrimination, dream, earth, emo, emotions, evil, father, god, history, how i feel, inspirational, jesus, journey, judgement, love, men, metaphor, spiritual, student, symbolism, usa, wisdom, words,

Pledge Not The Allegiance

It's the third verse,
I got the urge to purge
All the curt words I've splurged,
I've submerged in sin,
I'll go to church repent,
Then go curse again,
Lets reverse this trend
We nurse tolerance,
When it might offend,
If I white wash my fence,
So try to not get tense,
When I do not defend, 
Those who chose to be dense
And not use their two cents,
To show kids the reverence,
For the pledge of allegiance.


Poem Details | by Black Lotus |
Categories: change, friend, goodbye, graduate, sad love, sorrow, student,

Winds of Change

I wave good bye
But still your eyes are dry
I say Hi 
But you walk right by
Why do I even try


Poem Details | by Ag Ki |
Categories: absence, abuse, age, allegory, anger, angst, art, beauty, boyfriend, dream, forgiveness, god, lost love, love, memory, missing, moving on, murder, pain, passion, peace, philosophy, poems, self, sensual, sin, stress, student, teen, visionary, words,

Candy Made Of Cotton

You were born and raised as a dream,
That someone else liked to keep.
Run me like a river,
Currents can’t keep us from sleep.
You were raised like a flag
So sorry so forgotten,
You were left at half mast.
A tomato in the sun not dried but rotten

Candy made of cotton.
Dreams are meant to be forgotten.
And I’ll forget with help from smoke and ashes.
Alone here we lie between the sounds.
Don’t we all think our lives could be profound?
But my genius only comes in flashes.

Turn me like a table.
The only stories I ever heard were fables.
So now all I tell are tall tales
Something about cats in cradles
I wanted so much from life but I was afraid to reach.
Now hand in my pockets tangled up in sleeves.
My dreams have stayed just dreams.

Candy made of cotton.
Dreams are meant to be forgotten.
And I’ll forget with help from smoke and ashes.
Alone here we lie between the sounds.
Don’t we all think our lives could be profound?
But my genius only comes in flashes.


Poem Details | by Davor Miljkovic |
Categories: change, character, dedication, devotion, heart, love, student,

Your champion

In this crazy world
Two things are worth fighting for
My heart and your love;
Though a squire now, when knighted
I will be your champion


Poem Details | by Anoush Harrison-Jackson |
Categories: education, life, love, student,

I LIke

I like to see that sparkle in your eyes when you have finally understood a concept taught.
I like to see that unfurled, cannot conceal smile that tells me that what I am doing finally make sense--- impacting lives, changing the future, you know the philosophical truth that holds all who enter this profession at ransom.
I like to see when you deliberate share ideas with "friends" who when you subtract the scholastic elements would have been your rivals.
I like to see when you have master your external exams and you are becoming that person I knew you had the potential to be, a role model and a positive product of my community.


Poem Details | by Probir Gupta |
Categories: allusion, beauty, happiness, love, metaphor, student, teacher,

The Stream

In my schooldays I had a stream to sit on its bank in cool air
Tender fingers moving in my hair with grace in the form fair

As I grew up the stream disappeared in order to make room
For the needs of her moving times with new stems and bloom

The other day an elderly lady called at my office with her team
At first I was taken aback and then kept looking at the stream

The same sparkle a little diffused in the eyes still lingers 
In my bald head I felt restlessness for the reassuring fingers

For some moments I was focused on my memory shred
Moist eyes looking in her face and blossom in purple and red
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May 21, 2016
For: Last Line Prompt – 2 – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward


Poem Details | by Anil Deo |
Categories: allegory, career, creation, jesus, love, marriage, student,

Jesus Is Creator, Savior, Priest and King

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The Holy Spirit has led me to Jesus, the Messiah, called Yeshua ha Meshiach, in the Old Testament prophecy of a SaviorWhat the Jewish siblings saw in part – and the first disciples were observant Jews, as was Jesus – the Gentiles see more clearly over the centuriesThis is true of me, although I was neither Jew nor Christian but Gentoo: the British sometimes took Indians to the colonies and listed them as “Gentoos” in the shipping logsI surmise that term indicates, “Gentile who is Hindoo.”
Love reached from heaven Love failed; Love sent a Savior True love needs a Third
I do believe all religions may have some Truth; the OLD & NEW TESTAMENTS are God’s Complete Love Letters to humanityNow, combined, the type and shadows of person & promises in the Old, become demonstrable in the New, TESTAMENT, during and since Jesus walked on earth.Romans 1 admits that through General Revelation all peoples & tribes get to know of a Creator God, though not His names or Triune NatureThe latter truths become clear in Bible verses as explained in the Gospel of John 1:1 (See Hebrews 1 & chapters 5-7, that show Jesus as Prophet-Priest-King)Shadows of earlier “wisdom” are embodied in ChristNeither Jewish temple (for animal sacrifice & offerings) nor the priesthood of Israel, are needed nowI hasten to add that Jews remain crucial for the Second Coming of Jesus(Space doesn't allow me to say more, here)As Coming King in full regalia, Jesus won't be disguised as a human, or baby in humble conditions, anymoreWe await His GloryMaranatha.
Hindu Triune God Is a type – Jesus - humbled HimselfSaved Eve first!
I used “Eve” instead of ADAM, above, because Eve fit my syllable countNo offence intended to God’s other masterpieces: women. Unless we concede God (of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob is Creator, Elohim) but also El-Shaddai, Adonai, & YHWH/Yahweh, we will fail at everything & in love/marriageUnless we created ourselves, we ought to study why God includes us in His Plan, with specific roles! Why does Jesus want to be a part of everything? Do U wish to know all about ones U love? He is a co-student with youthHe's with the victim of abuseBe holy & see Him manifest.He is the missing Person in every marriage that failsUsually husbands & wives exclude the Designer.He ensures love becomes Agape LoveAgape love heals, forgives, creates! (c) A.Deo.4/8/17I sing of Glory Behold LORD Jesus!


Poem Details | by CHICANO EDDIE |
Categories: first love, funny love, girl, girlfriend, hilarious, love, student,

UNSOLVED MYSTERY

"UNSOLVED MYSTERY"


we sat at the round table
her and I and that afternoon 
came to the decision 
we'd write a story together
his name was to be
Sebastian Blake.
a passive aggressive ladies man
who had been adopted
he was to be a drug representative 
where truth hurt him and
obstacles in his agenda angered
him.
it was to be a mystery
that afternoon, 
we sat excited and ready to
create this mystery.
the next night, she would end our
relationship
she broke from the story and
wrote a new one without me.
her own.
who murdered her heart?
who murdered her mind?
who murdered her soul?
I suppose I'll never know.
she gave the greatest story.
she gave the greatest mystery of all.
I'll be telephoning my agent soon.
I've got to tell him about her.
he said he'd call me back though,
he was on the other line
with Robert Stack.


By: Chicano Eddie
4-11-2017


Poem Details | by Benjamin David |
Categories: depression, love, pain, stress, student, vanity, writing,

A request

I'm Arun Joy 
For discomfort you shall see
Sombre, but I am ploy
Never but I am 'we'

Deem me arrogant for thine dreams I purview 
Gleaming relevant in sorrow streams I eschew

In the class of chemistry a girl shimmers in awe
She pass all so splendidly like a pearl dimmers in sprawl

A sensitive heart of tears 
For the bearer you seclude
Presence set apart of fears 
As the stranger you include

Lest I forget the quaint Professor Anup Nair
An ode beset for being, never, doctrinaire

I love to be loved 
But for a momentary gleam 
A dove from above sparkles
In a dignitary stream

I'm Arun Joy


Poem Details | by thabiso xulu |
Categories: 2nd grade, humorous, i love you, student, sweet, teacher, teachers day,

Teachers

Who taught the world to read?
Not for money but a good deed
Taught us how to spell
And picked us when we fell

Taught us how to count
Told us the world was round
Standing in front of creatures
All with different features
Preaching in sense of teaching
Helping reach dreams that need reaching

Doctors and lawyers
Even taught the rock stars
If the world were fair
Would have seen talent so rare

I love my teacher


Poem Details | by Michi Watts |
Categories: absence, depression, desire, dream, for her, grief, growing up, heartbroken, i love you, identity, innocence, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost love, love, men, pain, sad love, sorrow, stress, student, truth, youth,

Dear Nameless Boy

Dear Nameless Boy,
All I wanted was to see you smile
Your heart to sore next to mine
We are we are we are we are……
Classified 
Do you know what I’m classified as?
I am the loner goth….
Do you know your classification?
Out of my league, handsome, jock, and blind….
Oh so blind to the girls who want to use and lose you
Can things get worse?
You settle with what you know
Pain….Disappointment….Loneliness….
All of those things I would like to take from you
I can replace it with Happiness….Joy….Comfort….
Where are we?
We are we are we are we are……
Worlds apart or just sitting at the next lunch table?
You just can’t see what you don’t know.

					Signed, 
					         The Never Existed Love 


Poem Details | by Baltazar Rodriguez |
Categories: emotions, friend, girl, love, motivation, poems, remember, student, thanks,

My Fellow Writer

Let me introduce you to my fellow writer
A girl with a personality that can make your days brighter
She's simple and her attitude is different from any other
Because her qualities can dictate every persons emotion and laughter

An educated girl that is a good paragon for everyone
She loves writing stories that can motivate and inspired anyone
A girl that i think will make your day complete
And a girl that will support you even on any kind of defeat 

In her eyes you will see a different dimensional side of scenery
And that is the different elements and knowledge of poetry
She doesnt give up on any challenges that gives her a thrill
Because She's determined that all her dreams she can richly fullfill

Each thought about her looks and attitude fills any person's emotion
She have a voice that can attract anyone just like a love potion 
Its been only days since i meet her personality
But i think she has the most unique identity

Do you know her now? Or should i explain it any further? 
She's one of my fellow writer
A girl that have primary tools like willingness and determination
That will lead her to pathway towards her goals succession


Poem Details | by Daljit Khankhana |
Categories: devotion, education, faith, forgiveness, imagination, love, uplifting, visionary, me, money, student,

Revenge is only Aim

She was very frightened,
And scared in a corner,
Why did you steal my money?
Believe me by God I no nothing.

He beaten badly to his wife,
Suddenly he saw his utensil cleaner,
Eh, why did you steal my money?
He grabbed her and starts punching.

I haven’t stolen anything, she cried,
A student was living up stair,
She ran up for help, face was bleeding,
She fell over in a door

He suggested her to complain,
When police entered in his premises,
Landlord blamed to his tenant,
He is also involved in this robbery.

He donated little money to officer,
What was wrong, police started search?
And found five hundred rupees,
They beaten badly and arrested him.
 
Although he proved his money order,
That he has received today,
His father sent it for study,
But officer didn’t listen him.

Police charged him and caught him,
For a six month detention.
When he came out from prison,
He forget study, revenge is only an Aim.

He was very delighted 
When he departed home,
He was feeling pride
That he is only one student in village.

His family was dreaming,
He will be a high ranked person a day,
But never thought, only a minor play,
That will bring a ruin for him.

He was very brave and honest,
He didn’t informe to anybody,
He was a cleaner in a transport,
Today was his final day of exam.

When I met him in his office,
He was astonished to see me their,
He also joined police force,
He was really a high ranked person.


Poem Details | by Patrick Maitland |
Categories: happiness, life, men, world, body, life, love, men, time,

An Italian English Student

To Varsity! 
Oh long awaited time
To study literature and rhyme
A time to learn to make words flow
And say to Life a big Hello.

Life’s cup is full up to the brim
And I’ve dived in for a practice swim.
I’ll splash about and drift along
And sing youth’s vibrant song.

The men are always very kind
Until I find what’s on their mind.
I know I will have many scrapes
As well as making great escapes.

I found that men are easy to impress
When I am in my tightest dress
With waist so slim, and lots of skin
My eyes will flirt and hearts will win.

I know the men will make a pass
When I attend the English Class
There are so many from which to choose
I’ll love them all, I will not lose.

But there’s one chap that I adore
I wish he’d look my way some more.
I glanced at him, my heart went Wow!
If he’s available I’ll take him now.

I soon found out he was not free
I thought it such a crying shame
That he’d been caught by some other dame.
Her time with him did not last.
I sorted her lightning fast

Lawrence, you wrote about a bat and a snake
But did you know that Love could make your body tremble
And your mind disassemble
Until it is without reason
Knowing only that Love is the Season.

Lawrence, I cannot choose you before Love
For Love is a gift from the Creator above.
It brings to my body a feeling so rare
That your writings simply cannot compare.

Oh My First Love! Every moment apart
Seemed like an eternity
Weighing heavy on my heart.
The world belonged to You and Me

Our love had the brightness
And intensity to make our desires explode
Into a millions of pieces of heat
That would not be cooled until our bodies meet.

YesTo meet in the stillness of the night
When day has gone, and all is quiet.
To touch each other with a soft caress
Words cannot describe the tenderness

Those days were like a dream.
A dreamy world of Happiness
That I have lived and seen.
Oh! do not take away my dream.
Let me go back to yesterday.
May I leave the world in which I live
And return to where love was mine to give.

Those heady days were filled with fun
As we danced youth’s tune in the sun.
It seems another lifetime away
When I was young, and life was play.

Oh! Those days were magic.
Why is Life so tragic
That Happiness must end,
And Fate will always send
Us to another Act in another Play
Until Death takes our life away.

Although life has changed, and youth has gone
Those memories still linger on.
Of all life’s vintages that I have pressed
There is no doubt my youth was best.


Poem Details | by Leon Stacey |
Categories: devotion, friendship, happiness, lost love, love, nostalgia, sad, me, student, time,

Yellow Bananas (Part I)

Today it rained It poured.
 	Making several trips from Vicki's dorm room to pack her car with her 
belongings and our memories, we got drenched, even with our raincoats on As 
we finished and stood by her car, I saw tears, unhindered by rain, stream down 
her face I drew nearer when she said, "Stacey, I miss you already," and we held 
each other in a long firm, yet tender, embrace, as we had done so many times 
before.
     	"I L.O.V.EU," we would whisper and sign and point the two fingers at 
one another Then, she would disappear through the Student Center's "Smooch 
Room", and I would return to Robert's Hall.	
                     In the Student Center is where we met through a mutual friend Vicki 
stood about 4'11" with short frosted sandy brown hair She had small hands and 
feet, but the biggest most beautiful smile with bright blue eyes I had a boxed 
haircut and stood 5' 10"- 6' 2" with the hair We were introduced and then sat on 
a sofaThough barely acquainted, we opened up to one another She allowed 
me to help her through some trying times she faced within her family, and she 
gave me advice and support in my present relationship Day and night we began 
spending more time together Our lives began grafting into one life; naturally and 
without force, we took on each other's interests- music, events, jokes, scriptures, 
television, her attraction to yellow...
                    Vicki loved the color yellow, and she liked bananas She didn't eat 
them, but she would peel one (or two) for me everyday in the cafeteria (Some 
thought it was suggestive.)  She pretended to be upset if I ever peeled it myself, 
so I would get another one for her Then we would go spend quality and 
quantities of time together, publicly and privately We felt it was purely platonic.