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 Jun 2015
niamh
In a life full of ordinary shades
You brought an extraordinary burst of light
simultaneously blinding me
while giving me sight.

In a world full of sharp edges
You brought sumptuous cushions
to protect me
when I fall.

In a heart unwittingly empty
You brought the knowledge
of what it is
to love.
 Jun 2015
Mike Hauser
When they discovered him a dreamer

The decision then was made

To have him keep rocks in his pockets

So he wouldn't float away
 Jun 2015
SøułSurvivør
~~~<0>~~~

allow me to preface
this poem you will read
by telling you i was
atheist
just so we're agreed

i never went to
Sunday school
i never went to church
in those days
when i was raised
my soul was
in the lurch

my father disallowed
talk of God in any way
it was nil
had no free will
it is the same today

i had no real mentor
neither did i learn
i was slow
i didn't know
of the Lord's return

but when i was a child
i had some "crazy" dreams
as you see
there were three
not nice by any means

the first one was of Tucson
the place where i grew up
it was of its destruction
and that a bitter cup

thete was nuclear destruction
a mushroom cloud and more
but the big deal?
it was so REAL!
i saw what was in store

i had this nightmare
several times
three nights in a row
unprepared
i was quite scared
not knowing what to do

then there was another
much worse this one was
people running
screaming
there were things
which buzzed!

i thought it was a dream
perhaps it was not
perhaps as well
i perceived hell
in a dimension caught

three nights in a row
I had this experience
i don't think
that I could sink
much further than thence

but another dream came up
that would terrify

THE LORD IN HIS GLORY

COMING FROM THE SKY!

~~~

He said He was returning
that i was now ensnared
that me and my family

HAD TO BE PREPARED!

~~~

there was a host behind him
His face i could not see
i just knew it was
JESUS CHRIST
as certain as can be

and this is all the story
you may think me a sham
put up a fight
"i can't be right"
but folks

WHAT IF
*I AM???
I'm really sticking my neck out now
But if just ONE PERSON reads and
comes to believe

IT WILL BE WORTH IT

Please also read
the world between my teeth
and
go ask Alice

~~~<0>~~~
 Jun 2015
niamh
And I saw
The endless possibilities
The untapped source of love
The well of dreams unrealized
The kiss of unknown angels
The notes of songs unsung
The memory of those who've gone before us
The hope that fills my heart
The love that threatens to break me
You opened your eyes
And I saw
 Jun 2015
Amitav Radiance
There is meaning within a meaning
Heart always wants to decipher
After unwrapping the myriad layers
With dexterous thinking and imagination
Every meaning is unraveled with time
It’s a labyrinth through which life goes
For the true meaning is hidden always
One who wants to seek passionately
Will trespass all the arduous challenges
Lay hands on the hidden key
To open the cherished door of the heart
True meanings are intricate ciphers  
Only the brave heart can decipher them all
 Jun 2015
poetessa diabolica
Chambord recollections,
   exhaling smoky vapors,
wisps of  Madagascar aromatics
midst a French Château dream,
  dipped in honeysuckle reminisces
  of cardamom spice and the pungent
zest of once 'neath a midnight legend
 Jun 2015
Micahel De Tomasso
"An evening of cool air surrounded by stars, evil
strolled the streets, and found himself in black folks arms.
They took him in as all believers would do.
Not knowing of his intentions, never knowing the Devils due.
He praised the Lord as the scriptures were being read.
His insides were of fire, as he thought of them being dead.
The hour had passed. It was all he could take.
Pulling out his weapon. It was a big mistake.
For the damage was done, nine laid in their blood.
Evil footsteps of blood running like a raging flood.
600 miles later he was stopped in flight.
Charleston in it's pain would not give up this fight.
Blacks and Whites have gathered to mourn hand and hand.
The Devil brought them together thinking they would leave
God's Promised Land.
All Good will come out of Evil. Something The Devil
will never know.
Yet, Charleston has it's believers with God's Love... It
will always show."
God Bless the people of Charleston. God Bless The United States Of America!!!
 Jun 2015
Kelley A Vinal
She checks her wristwatch
Counterclockwise
Against her former expectations
Of the metal
Around her wrist
She checks her digital clock
The one on the stove
That flashes
Flash, flash, flash, flash
Like a silent metronome
When the power goes out
And comes back on
12:31
12:30
12:29
Calm
She is still calm
Breathing
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale
Steady
Like the bobbing of a buoy, bouncing
Brazenly in open sea
You see
She sees
That time can be trickery
That conceptual thoughts
Provoke mystery
Illusions and delusions
Conclusions and intrusions
Seclusion
She has many things
About which
To think
 Jun 2015
Mike Hauser
So many times I have missed this train
I get to the station just as it pulls away
Leaving me stranded here on rusty tracks
Not sure if it'll ever be back

In the distance I hear the whistle blow
Of the thoughts I once had that I used to know
Holding the tickets that I earlier bought
Now to the long gone Train of Thought

Can't help but think of the times that I've ignored
The conductor as he cries out all aboard
I always seem to be left behind
As the Train of Thought pulls off down the line
 Jun 2015
poetessa diabolica
evermore eyes so bright
they could pierce starlight,
a twinkling wonderment
     of an infectious smile,
the ultimate sentiment
   'pon a captivated heart
  in a tender child's
    earnest devotion of
       unyielding adoration
No more will I whisper my pain into storms in the hope that the thunder will hide the sound of breaking.
No more will I wonder at the beauty of death and its promise of release, the monotonous metronome of blood dripping onto tile nor how it would feel to slowly swing, my life ebbing away as my eyes wonder at the stars they create.
No more will I swallow the oblivion prescribed, I will not allow the erosion of my soul any longer, I refuse to become any less than this.
No more will I question my existence  within a monochrome world while all around others glory in rainbow hues.

I alone am the captain of my destiny.

There is beauty here should I choose to see it and I have turned my face away long enough.
 Jun 2015
poetessa diabolica
You're like a poetic ***** den
       when life gets chaotic
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