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 Dec 2015 Monika
nivek
Stars of thousand thousand thousand
nights spent in darkness
without escape
 Dec 2015 Monika
nivek
Gentle As Air
 Dec 2015 Monika
nivek
We met sitting round the fire in the sky
the sand warmed from the Sun's touch.

We wondered about distant stars
and how this related to the beating of hearts.

Romance came upon us then
from out the depths of space.

The touch of fingers gentle as air
as the Moon rose in our eyes.
 Dec 2015 Monika
Samuel Hesed
As I woke from my living nightmare,
My eyes were blinded by shining gold.

My hands touched the misty waters,
The chill shivered my weakened bones.

I started to think,
Is this the end?
Have I reach the finish line.

The boat began to shake,
My heart skipped a beat.

Then, a voice arose from the creaking floor.
"Next stop, Heavens Gates."

Blood rushed inside of my veins,
A race was made with fate,
And all I could do was wait.

The boat stopped.
My eyes were freed,
Oh, what I feared to see.

I saw,
Calm white waters.
I saw,
Lost souls underneath my feet.
I saw,
A man standing in the distance,
With Golden gates at his back.

He called me by name.
His voice felt like a whisper.
He said, "Do not be afraid."

I started to walk on still waters,
Following the pure blood stains-
Towards the Man in front of Heaven Gates.

The water started to stand above my eyes.
With each climb it made,
My faith was slayed.

I began to sink.
My foot was trapped by Satan's grasp.
I started to scream,
But my voice was taken,
by Hell's Kraken.

Before my faith was lost,
To death's masterpiece,
The man spoke again,
“Peace! Be still!”

The rising waves,
Which was my grave,
became the slave.

He reached out his hand for mine.
He lift me out of Satan's care,
And said the words I'll never forget.
“Why are you so afraid? Have you still no faith?”

I looked upon his face,
For this is what I feared to see,
The Son of Man standing in front of me.

I tried to speak,
But my lips were shut.
I tried to weep,
But my heart was a sleep.

He spoke again,
And he said to me.

"I am the way,
And the truth,
And the life.
No one comes to the Father-
except through me."

When I felt my doom was near,
He uttered the words,
"I forgive you."

At last,
My fear was destroyed.
My heart was filled with Joy.

Then, the last words he said to me,
"Welcome to Heavens Gates."
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
 Dec 2015 Monika
Samuel Hesed
Faith
 Dec 2015 Monika
Samuel Hesed
Where this path might take me,
I do not know.
But, the faith I have with me,
Will guide me home.
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
 Dec 2015 Monika
Fay Slimm
A verse to celebrate International Woman's Day.

I, Woman
consider myself rightly the female guardian
of humanity's decency,
the feminine mountain of care and example
of ageless achievement.

A win or lose mirror who separates dreamers
from willing doers
I have grown from challenging problems ready
to shape my future
and with endurance I look on any unassailable
course as already won.

I am Woman,
the force who owes all to her own existence,
the Self who, travelling towards
light of revelation discovers genuine courage
inside female gender.

I stand alone yet am happy to choose things
which I do with faith
in authenticity, facing consequence bravely.
An icon of tenderness,
an I who fosters respect but whose eye when
catching need feels tender compassion.

She who mother's man and leaps to defend
male maladjustment
when attacked by makers of trouble or a he
who allows doubt to undermine.

Inveterate my conscience treating all as free,
yet I know there is never a come or go,
not a yes or no,
nor a birth or death
with any whisper of weight ....... without Me.

I dare to make my own mistakes and have the
strength to forgive,
empowering thereafter some rectification.

But better look out, as when tested

I, Woman,

am impregnable.
 Dec 2015 Monika
Helen
'tis the season
to be holy
'tis the season
to be jolly
'tis the season
to have fun
'tis the season
to be done
'tis the season
to feel stress
'tis the season
of such duress
'tis the season
of such renown
'tis the season
to seek ground
'tis the season
for the ultimate test
'tis the season
to seek final rest
this Christmas, I think, I will grant myself the ultimate gift of Silence
 Dec 2015 Monika
david mungoshi
dancer that you were, you embraced the breeze
and rode its draughts like a lyrical butterfly
but soon your little dance too was done
and your dazed children wailed in the ill wind.
you succumbed to the unknown call of the cosmic bound,
thus lost and stunned we stared at the unfathomable void:
as the erudite sage said, life is about gains and losses
but your going was like a sneaky blow below the belt
now that you're gone i've come to know the bitter loss
of a gifted life nipped in the bud before fruition time
and just how bewildering possibilities erased can be
i know too the cost of it all on torn and tattered mourners
but life does proceed in this way sometimes
seems like the fate of some people, always to be losing friends
 Dec 2015 Monika
brandon nagley
i.

We were sewn together
To be an example;
To the ghost's lost
And forgotten.

ii.


We were made together
To be sweetened host's;
Betwixt the devil, graves,
The evil and rotten.

iii.

We were called into existence
To bringeth into remembrance;
That life, tis life
Is precious.

iv.

Once separated
As tis when ourn spirit's found fleshly bodies;
Though back together again
Peace, serenity, heavenly surrounding's.

v.

Now sewn together
Once again as aforetimes;
The same heart, brain
Soul, blood-stains,
Golden mind's.

vi.

And now until
The passing of time's;
Shalt me and mine Reyna
Spreadeth ourn wings called amour,
And fly.
Betwixt means between in archaic form.
Aforetime or aforetime means in past. Or past times ....
 Dec 2015 Monika
brandon nagley
She knoweth what I'm going to sayest
Before I sayest it;

She understandeth mine heart and pain
Before mine blood displayeth it;

She layeth me to sleep
When I get sleepy;

She layeth her head virtually upon mine chest
When I'm in weeping;

She Whisper's she loveth me
Before I canst speaketh it back;

When I'm on the wrong road, losing direction to mine soul,
Her and God get me back on track;

When I feeleth lonesome
She filleth up that lonesomeness;

When the anguish get's noisome
She giveth me her all, her best.

Earl Jane nagley is mine soulmate
Tis I'm more than blessed;

We art both preordained, from the beginning, eternal flame's
We art life, life is us, we art soulmates.
Indeed......

We art soulmates!!!


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose) soulmate of mine
©Hari and Reyna incorporated
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