Chasity Moreno
Chasity Moreno
Aug 11, 2013

what does it mean
to do what you're told

follow the rules
and fill the mold

is there freedom
is there a choice

Barton D Smock
Barton D Smock
Aug 14, 2012      Aug 15, 2012

my son says
he is as sick
as a whale
and I take him
at his word
but ask
anyway
has he swallowed
anything
he should not have
and my son says
he was told
to swallow a pill
by a small woman
who pointed
to a smaller man    
     who got to the pill
first

Come here girl, you know there’s no point
in skulking.  This is what you deserve.  You know
I’m not responsible.  It’s not my fault
you can’t cook right.  Don’t hate me
for my sense of duty.  
                    You’re so frail;
even that chicken-wire crosshatched skeleton
can’t hold you up.  Get my newspaper.
                    There’s  simply no point in weeping.

Greenery
Part I


I see the sky,
The goodness hides;
The low tree tempts my wandering eyes.

Elizabeth Thorn
Elizabeth Thorn
Mar 17, 2013

Those who are the most compliant
Are most often
The ones with the strongest defiance
Lying beneath the surface

You speak of duty
Of a mission as sacred as any soldier
We must obey
Resistance is for naught

But we have reason
Though we may not have rhyme
The ability to lead
And the ability to die

It is not cruel
If it is at the hand of authority
Not if the person is
As worthy as their voiceless deeds

Carmela Mel Patterson
Carmela Mel Patterson
2 days ago      2 days ago

My mother always told me
not to play with fire
and to avoid evil friends
who want to conspire
listen to my conscience
set my heart aflame
be obedient,
kind like Jesus
Him I acclaim,

for reflecting
the Lord's Image,
satan does flee
where God resides
in hell's where the demons
should be because where
Jesus' Kingdom is,
we are there ...
it's also at hand when
we lift hearts in prayer.


© Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved

For Contest:  "Start your poem with the words "My Mother always told me not to play with fire."
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No strength of nature can suffice
To serve the Lord aright:
And what she has she misapplies,
For want of clearer light.

How long beneath the law I lay
In bondage and distress;
I toll'd the precept to obey,
But toil'd without success.

Then, to abstain from outward sin
Was more than I could do;
Now, if I feel its power within,
I feel I hate it too.

Then all my servile works were done
A righteousness to raise;
Now, freely chosen in the Son,
I freely choose His ways.

"What shall I do," was then the word,
"That I may worthier grow?"
"What shall I render to the Lord?"
Is my inquiry now.

To see the law by Christ fulfilled
And hear His pardoning voice,
Changes a slave into a child,
And duty into choice.

There are many times that I wish that I was not here but home.
With my Amazing, Awesome, Savior whom lives in heaven .
But I was not born on this world to do whatever that I please.
I was put on this planet to fulfill a purpose that God place in me.
As well as the rest of humanity, we were created for God's good purpose.
It is because sin and rebelliousness has a hold over our flesh.
This is why we were born to want to have everything our way.
But in the very beginning it was very different for mankind.
Adam and Eve use to walk with Christ in everything here.
So because of sin our lives have grown hard to deal with.
Because when we want to live a righteous life here on the earth.
We live a very differcuit life because our flesh wants to feel good.
But our Spirit self wants to please God in everything that we do.

maybe one day i’ll catch you
between
lovers
with
your famous smile
and a bottle
between us
and
catch
the moment
we lost years ago

maybe the sun won’t
go all the way
down
and we can sit
forever,
suspended between
today
and
tomorrow

I need less facetime
And more grace time
To break the lockjam
Of blocking flotsam
Clogging rivers of abundance
I haven't experienced since
I listened that first time
Can you make me rhyme
Again
With you alone
Without this rosetta stone
Of sinful hieroglyphics
Blocking your messages of
Love
I have had enough -
Take my ears
Make me listen
Unclog the built up wax
Of resistance so lax
I have paid too much tax
To earthly idols
Play your symphonies of love
Once again, and this time
I promise
That my heart will offer
No resistance.

 
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