by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
passion, love,
A yearning for affection and romance
can cause one’s getting scorched by passions’ flame.
Love blooms if it is given a fair chance,
but some attempt to play the scoundrel’s game!
A tender soul can be bamboozled by
the man who has an inner soul of ice.
The love that he professes is his lie,
and cherishing himself alone - his vice.
The one he lured will struggle to maintain
her doomed relationship with him; she’s torn!
The taste of love once sweet turns into pain,
for what she offers is returned with scorn.
Abominations always will exist.
Take care one's not a scoundrel you have kissed!
For Dictionary fun....#1...Delilah's Words! Poetry Contest
by John Rhinem |
Categories:
hope, life, love,
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Welcome to the fallout and collateral damage everywhere, you turn!?
But no ones going to admit it nor shall they take the blame; Actually
The rat race is on; chasing down this piece of abominations pink cheese
***********; legislation, science, sin and sacrifice; balancing budgets....
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....“';'n Gods We Trust?!”
by Liam Mcdaid |
Categories:
abuse, conflict, corruption, cry, evil, god, heartbreak,
Prayers for this world said
they stand in honor of peace
as war looms ugly terror invades
twisted darkness plots and schemes
Turning it's back on love thy neighbor
godless afflictions of the deceivers tongue
my heart bleeds watching such evil deeds
them carried out calling God is one curse
In the abominations of what is done
I feel so sad all the tears shed
to wash away the sins of pity
then crying to our almighty Lord
For loves sake sweet humanity
stop the killing of innocence in this world
it has gone mad enough filled with the devil's hate
consuming everything that is good
by Anil Deo |
Categories:
anti bullying, christian, christmas, community, confusion, jesus,
A worm in the wombs of creativity
Lady Poet "silenced" in a Writers' Community
Jeremiah warned our "wicked" hearts defy good intention
Why point to CHRISTmas? The investment at Crucifixion?
NOTE: One writer wrote, "The heart is the mother of all abominations." Thomas BOSTON. Yes, he was a British theologian but while the heart is also capable of love, consider the thin line between love and lust, marriages & abuses, Nationalism & Nazism, pride and possessiveness, Eros & Pornea. More after Christmas, not now. Shalom, shalom (Please pray or meditate on creating positive vibrations)
by Jodie Williams |
Categories:
fear, lost love,
Inane acts of heroism,
fail to conquer trepidation
There's always an escape, seems
this time, I run far too late
Scarecrows, past abominations
form the briefest hesitaion,
a familiar scent, anxiety,
I guess one more scar won't kill me.
A taste of first love?
I waited,
I waited,
I think I waited long enough
by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
nostalgia,
Deep restless thoughts that eddied in midnight disclosure,
My old mind shivered in traumatic tribulations.
No treats for dissolute persons to seal composure.
My mind filled with moths and other abominations.
I dreaded the spooky strength of my demon nightmare,
Defying all useless urges of vigilant trance,
Perpetual murmur of unceasing burbled fare,
Moonlit wintry rays indulge in a macabre dance.
Relinquish all dreams that cloud my old illicit thoughts,
Grab sturdy roots, get out of that pit, aim at my goal,
Can't let my senses get dulled but avoid useless rots,
Saunter steadily in love which is life for my soul
by Leon Stacey |
Categories:
death, faith, forgiveness, hope, life, love, passion,
Straining to swallow the remedy,
Thick like blood with the stinch
Of gall mingled with death
And the after taste of pleasure-
None running out the corners
Of his mouth- the Physician drank
The bitter cup, enduring the sting
And curdled abominations stirred
With grievous residue at the bottom
Of the cup, and became tannic acid
On the Tree for the sick in the world.
by Bob Tyler |
Categories:
faith, forgiveness, inspirational, love, uplifting
Why did God leave His throne
To come to earth to make his home
He left His glory up above
Took human form to show His love
To mankind who hated Him
He willingly took all their sin
The glorious crown that He had worn
He traded for a wreath of thorns
The abominations of men’s acts
God took and laid upon Christ’s back
To show to us His awesome grace
He let men spit into His face
They scourged his back and hit his head
Beat Him til He was almost dead
On Calvary He was crucified
And forgave mankind before He died
Now we can boldly go to His throne
And call Heaven our eternal home
by Johnny Rhinem |
Categories:
art, baby, cancer, caregiving,
Some people think I write these harsh sometimes words..
Because perhaps we enjoy such ? Yet the fact is there has never
Been anything except a touch or better said, this draining of the cup
This pouring into one's Spirit ? Having viewed her annihilation as, armageddon
Zion and empty sanctuaries; hades his essence of pure evil standing in these shadows
But more telling I have stood heart upon heart beyound the highest heavens with, my 'Father....
I cannot tell you why, being the darkened child that I have been; against all perceptions less this, 'Love.