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Tat Dec 2024
Lie down, soldier, lie down
Let the field lull you
You will become a spirit here
You will protect the land
And never leave descendants in evil.

Fly, soldier, fly:
You are free in heaven forever
Appear in thoughts, sanctify our will
And all of us, so just sever.

Let them fly, soldier
Songs in the abyss to you -
let them sound more bolder
let them tell what is true.

Lie down, soldier, sleep,
May you dream of well-being.

Happy and free
Fly with the gods
May you sleep happily.
snipes Dec 2024
Does it all make sense yet?
Does this life have any feeling?
Is our soul in the right hearts?
Will we finally find harmony?

Once a upon a time we were all alive
Passed the golden gates as orchestras
synthesized a symphony
No one ever heard of hate or blasphemy
Peace was found along side of freedom
and we could peacefully breathe freely

Now twice a upon a reality death was rudimentary
The faucet leaking took a soul while all our hearts were sinking
Blood clogged so bad it sent vibrations worth 8 years of seizures
The lineage broken breaks down a soulmate into insanity
The silence of fear hoping to find its harmony
Meditation brought me to table of contents.
The subject matter of God and Death
has been humbling to the soul.
I talk with them often for grace.
At times the Devil will have a few whispers.
I am forced to hear but it’s my choice if I should listen.
Peace and freedom is something I fear to balance.
More or less the pages keep turning.
And in this book of life I hope to find the meaning of the soul at least once or twice.
UriahHeep Nov 2024
Would you still know my name 
If we met in heaven? 
Would things feel the same
A place for you, one even better
Would you take my hand 
In the fields of grass? 
Would you choose to land, 
Or see me behind the glass?
And I know you’ll wait, 
On the sacred stage of seven, 
But darling, can’t you see? 
I don’t belong in heaven.
You've expected meto fly
Though I would land somewhere high
We were unaware as time slipped by 
And now all I can do is miss you with each sigh
I though you would have known
Bad bad things I have done
I didn't want to see your frown
So before you got back ,I was gone
And I know you’ll wait, 
On the sacred stage of seven, 
But darling, can’t you see? 
I don’t belong in heaven.
And I don't want to see you cry
I don't want to see your tears in heaven
In hell, where I belong, they say there is a god above
And for me, it is you , the woman in the stage of seven
And I know you’ll wait, 
On the sacred stage of seven, 
But darling, can’t you see? 
I don’t belong in heaven.
I know you’ll miss me, darling, still 
Though I can’t return your call. 
You’ll wait for me beyond the hill
But I’ll never come back at all.
Johnson Oyeniran Nov 2024
-Shivers of Winter


Down from the heavens came a host of pure white snow,

Dreaded winter has come to fill our lives with woe!
Jeremy Betts Nov 2024
If the devil is in the details,
Then where is god?
In the contradiction?
The vague?
In the hate,
And judgment?
Maybe it lies in the imagination?
Or is it sitting up in heaven
Watching his creation
Go up in flames
Refusing to take any action?
Could you imagine?

©2024
I'm not asking for a friend...
Valentin Eni Nov 2024
(the final prayer)

Your Father,
who Am in heaven,
hallowed be My name.
My will be done,
My kingdom come,
on earth as it is in heaven.

Your daily bread
I give it to you today.
And I forgive your trespasses,
as you forgive those who trespass against you.

And I lead you not into temptation,
but deliver you from the evil one.

For Mine is
the kingdom, the power, and the glory,
forever and ever.

AMEN.


(Alternative translation)

My Children
(the final prayer)

My children, who are on earth,
hallowed is My Name.
My kingdom will come to you,
and My will shall be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.

I give you today your daily bread.
I forgive your trespasses,
as I call you to forgive those
who trespass against you.

I will not lead you into temptation,
but I will deliver you from evil.

For Mine is the kingdom,
the power, and the glory,
forever and ever.

Amen.


(Original Romanian Poem)

TATĂL VOSTRU
(ultimă rugăciune)

Tatăl vostru,
care Sunt în ceruri,
sfinţească-se numele Meu,
facă-se voia Mea,
vie împărăţia Mea
precum în cer aşa şi pe pământ,
pâinea voastră cea de toate zilele
v-o dau vouă astăzi
şi vă iert vouă greşelile voastre
precum iertaţi şi voi greşiţilor voştri,
şi nu vă duc pe voi în ispită
ci vă izbăvesc de cel viclean,
căci a Mea este
împărăţia,puterea şi slava
în vecii vecilor.
AMIN.
The poem presents a profound reinterpretation of the Lord’s Prayer, shifting the perspective from a plea by humanity to a declaration by God. It explores themes of divine authority, grace, and the intimate relationship between the Creator and creation. By addressing humanity directly, the poem emphasizes God’s sovereignty and mercy while reasserting the human responsibility to forgive and live in alignment with divine will.

The direct address (Your Father) establishes an intimate connection between the speaker (God) and the audience (humanity). The structure closely mirrors the cadence of the Lord’s Prayer, lending it familiarity while altering the perspective and focus.

The poem transforms the familiar words of the Lord’s Prayer into a divine proclamation, emphasizing God’s active role as a provider, forgiver, and protector. Addressing humanity directly bridges the distance between the sacred and the mortal, reminding readers of their reliance on God’s grace while encouraging them to act in alignment with His will.

The poem reinterprets a sacred text, blending reverence with immediacy. Its shift in perspective challenges the reader to view the relationship with God as intimate and humbling, reaffirming divine sovereignty while highlighting human responsibility. This poem invites reflection on faith, morality, and the Creator’s and creation’s interconnectedness.
Love is as to a dry well,
The heart akin to the empty bucket.
I would be convinced that this is hell,
Had I not tasted of heaven.
Is this a shadow realm?
Like mirrors' reflections?
Is there someone like myself?
Aching & longing for one to reach out?
True in their intentions?
Hebert Logerie Nov 2024
Mama ist gegangen
Sie lebt nicht mehr
Sie hat Mutter Erde verlassen
Sie ist auf dem Friedhof
Mama ist weiter weg
Sie ist hier und dort, wirklich
Mama ist weg
Und nicht mehr hier
Bei uns, unter der Sonne
Mama ist im Himmel
Sie sieht uns an und sie kann hören
Sie hat Spaß, in einem Traum
Uns jammern und schreien zu sehen
Mama ist bei der Jungfrau Maria
Beide hören uns zu und lachen
So sehr, dass sie im Paradies weinen
Wo niemand stirbt
Das ist ein Fauxpas
Was für eine Reise! Mama ist gegangen
Wir können sie kaum auf den Wolken sehen
Mama ist immer noch bei uns
Sie ist unsichtbar in uns
Wie wir es anderen Müttern wünschen
Fröhliche Aufenthalte auf dem Friedhof
Möge die Erde leicht und weich sein!

P.S. Dieses Gedicht ist allen gewidmet, die trauern.
Translation of “ Mommy Is Dead” in German.

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