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 Oct 2017
Elizabeth Squires
the letter R is a letter
which commands recognition*
all focus on the R letter's
elevated position

who would dare avert
eyes away from R's shine
every facet of R borders
on the divine

A, B, C, etc aren't of
R's lofty standing
they're all prone to
silly grandstanding

the letter R is in a league
ever so brill
nothing can equal
*R's overkill
 Jul 2017
ryn
He voiced the words...

And the spell
fell clumsily from his lips -
unfounded
and rather obtuse.

But when he finally speaks
with his heart...

Magic bursts forth
and
the enchantment
ensues...
 Jul 2017
Mishael Ward
As I sat there praying on my knees.
I thought of what Jesus did for me.
How he shed his blood on calvary
So that satan's shackles on man would be broken free.
How could someone so powerful and perfect,
Have so much love and compassion for the unworthy?

This is the love I want to share with others
He said "delight in giving to one another,"
“be quick to forgive"
So I lift my hands in joy for what Jesus did.
his love hung for hours on a tree
so that people all over the world could be set free.
That, my friend, is what Jesus did for me.
Poem by: Mishael Ward
 Jul 2017
RAJ NANDY
Dear Poet Friends, we are all born rich with plenty of time in our hands taking it for granted till old age arrives; when time begins to run out gradually going beyond our reach! Time is the only thing which we can never accumulate or save during our lifetime.  Yet each passing moment remains priceless like the effervescent dew drops of time! Kindly do read the short Notes below, which makes it easier to appreciate this poem you know! Thanks, -Raj

               TIME THE TRAVELLING GYPSY MAN
TIME you travelling gypsy man won’t you like to stay, and park
your magic caravan here just for a day?
You have been travelling without stopping through vast eons
of time,
Over the Tigress and the Euphrates Rivers, to the Valley of the
Nile;
Nile that longest river of the world, and Egypt’s life line.
Passing over ancient pyramids and the sphinx with raised heads.
To the Valley of the Indus where civilizations of Harappa and
Mohenjo- daro had once spread!
Across the Great Chinese Wall to visit the civilizations of
Mesoamerica; -
Those of the Ancient Mayans, the Aztecs, and the great Incas!
With your long flowing beard as white as snow,
You old gypsy man you surely require a rest you know.
Time you old gypsy man won’t you park here for a day,
Best of food and drinks and a bed of feathers, I have spread
out for your stay!

TIME the gypsy man with a wan smile replied, “Thanks for the
invitation my friend but I must decline, simply because I have
no time!
Since the Big Bang like an arrow I have started to flow,
I cannot stop now and forward I must go!
With your sundials, water clocks, and the hour glass,
You try to enslave me, but I shall always remain in a flux!
With your caesium atomic clock you accurately measure me out,
But weather I am real or illusory, there remains a nagging doubt!
But if ever mankind reaches that magical speed of light,
Only then I would appear to freeze and stop moving forward -
as time!
The only breather I get is inside the ‘Womb of Eternity’,
Where I keep pulsating and breathing before I can break free!
Then I am reborn as future time once again,
Like your Sisyphus I have been cursed never to rest my
friend!” *

                                                              ­                  -by Raj Nandy.
NOTES:
Speed of light is 186,000 miles per second. According to Einstein’s Theory of Relativity this speed can be reached only theoretically, but if reached, time would cease & the hands of the clock will stand still! Now should this speed of light be crossed, time will being to flow backwards.
Arrow of Time = Western concept of time is linear which moves forward like an arrow. The Hindu concept of time is cyclic, where time moves in a repeating cyclic motion. I have explained both these concepts in my ‘Introduction to Indian Art in Verse’, for those who may be interested.
SISYPHUS = In Greek mythology Sisyphus was punished for his greed & deceitfulness by being forced to roll an immense stone up a hill only to watch it roll back again, thereby forced to repeat this action for eternity!
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ALL COPY RIGHTS ARE WITH THE AUTHOR RAJ NANDY
 Jul 2017
ryn
On this carousel
You and I
Ringing bells
Time passes by

Scorching bulbs
Ornate bobbing horsies
Enchanting music
Tell of magical stories

I am here
On this side
You are there
Same ****** ride

Opposite ends
Placed we two
We can't see
But each other we knew

Friendly peeks
Directed to you
All I could afford
Keep you in view

Still rotating
Ride goes on
Chasing each other
No closer we've drawn

Enjoy the ride
Soak in the sights
Hold at bay
Reality that bites

Thought about
Getting off
Don't know how to
Come to a solve

Can't hold still
It's eating me alive
Can't just stay
Have to strive

Hand still holding on
One foot dangling
Second thoughts play
But bent on releasing

Take the first step
Don't overthink
Take the leap
Step off the brink

Close my eyes
Time is now
Just let go
Fate I must allow

Ready now
Time came to a freeze
one...two...
three...release


Now off the carousel
Cloying uncertainty
Never been here
Unknown territory

In the music
Found familiarity
Unsure if here
Is where I want to be

What do I do?
Wait a little more?
Hop back on?
Or await what's in store?

Glad I waited
Glad patience I found
There you are...
Coming back round
Madness plays in loops...
A sick little spin on the carousel.
 Jul 2017
Guadalupe Meza
What's your favorite color?
What do you want to be in life?
What do you like?
Where do you want to go in the future?
What do you like to do?

It feels like if I ask you theses questions
I'm not asking who you are but just the
Illusion you want to portray.

I have yet to find proper questions
To ask you that would help me
See who you are on the inside.

I have yet to find the proper way
To see through the wall you have
Laboured to build for so long.

I have yet to find the path that
Will lead me to you and that
Will allow me and you to become an us.

I have yet to find a way to get
Over the way I have become,
The way that makes it impossible
For me to tell you how you make
Me feel.
When you’re not newly or madly in love
When no new thrill has come your way
When the sunset is hidden by the smog
And the draught has killed all the flowers

What do you write about

When you’ve suffered no great disappointment
When you’ve won no award or any prize
When you haven’t gambled on love and lost
And the mountains you’ve climbed are just hills

What do you write about

When inspecting your navel is boring
When you can’t really tell how you feel
When you can’t see the humor in pratfalls
And nothing exciting has happened

What do you write about

When everyone you know remains healthy
When the trees in the woods are just trees
When the butterflies don’t visit your garden
And the hummingbird feeder’s abandoned

What do you write about

When you reach for the stars but can’t touch them
When you hear the song but can’t sing it
When you stare at your blackboard and it’s empty
And you’ve run out of ink for your pen

What on Earth do you write about.
ljm
I guess you write about having nothing to write about.
 Jul 2017
Nico Julleza
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Danger ahead as I walked,
when people beside me talk the talk
and Oh so fragile my heart was shattered
when the one's I used to loved begins to unravel
As I write this letter,
remember this moment when I was in full grandeur
when friends were true, and life was new

Yet I can't say that wasn't anymore the same
but what all you did will never—ever change
bear me no mercy in looking on your face
when a child used to dream
and doesn't fear of anyone will say
I will stand strong, firm to the ground
when all who fiend in my name
Let the Lord be the judgment after death
and their you'll realized the figment of what you said

As I continue to open my eyes to see
and Imagine of what my life will be,
the road was built still constructed for me
And when God delivered me from grief,
I still envisioned of hope
that someday forgiveness is what I will say
and my heart will be once re­­­­­­­­­new in Jesus name

Amen..
#God #New #Love #Jesus #Life #Savior
God Bless You poets..
And to all who have broken hearts, may The Lord give you a perfect joy and an everlasting peace..

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 Jul 2017
SøułSurvivør
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I'm a ship
Upon the ocean
Pressed and frought
On every side
I'm distracted
By emotion
Drawn and pulled
By every tide

I have beams
Splintered and broken
I have mainsails
Ripped and torn
Never hearing
Your words spoken
I am weakened
And forlorn

I've been put through
Greatest trials
Storms I've made
With my own hands
I have sailed
A million miles
And been beached
On shifting sands

Then, at last,
In desperation
I looked unto skies above
There a Star was
In position
It was God's
Redeeming Love!


For a while I
Followed closely
Where'er the light led
Then distracted
My own boasting
Turned my helm
Yes, turned my head

I could n'er have
Heard the singing
Of the Star
So sweet and high
For the siren song
Was clinging
To my ears and
To my eyes!

Then I saw them!
Rocks so jagged!
The benighted
Siren's realm!
I saw whirlpools
Waves so ragged!
And I fought to
Turn my helm!

There in fervent
Desperation
I sent up a tearful prayer!
That's when Grace
Became my bastion
I was rescued
Then and there!

Now I set my
Golden sextant
To the Star I know is True
I will follow
Never exit
The Guiding Light I found
In You


Though I have
My certain troubles
It's a better life by far!
I do not steer by Polaris
But by my own


MORNING STAR



SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/14/2017
Sung to the melody of the old hymn
"Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing"

I've been pressing in to God as never before. He has been showing me areas of my life that need immediate change. I've been obeying Him... finally. What we endure to bring about positive change is sometimes excruciating. But in the end it's easier. Certainly a better fate than crashing on the rocks! It's a narrow path through VERY stormy seas. But there's always a break in the clouds... where Jesus stands, arms wide open for any who have eyes to see.

THE MORNING STAR

♡♡♡ LOVE YOU ALL ♡♡♡
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