Ef veröldin vissi að hve miklu leyti
þú þjáðist á krossinum þínum,
myndi trú hjá oss brenna eins og þúsund sólir.

Þeir munu aldrei þekkja
þyrnana sem stungu í þig,
eða hvössu flísarnar sem brunnu á bakinu.

Jafnvel þú, Drottinn vor,
spurðir Föðurinn af hverju;
Æ, sjáðu ekki vort trúleysi!

Fyrirgef þú oss syndugum mönnum;
veit þú oss þína miskunn;
börnin þín erum týnd;
þó ég allra týndastur.

Aj Jan 11

something happened to me yesterday.

i looked into your eyes and found absolutely nothing. not a flicker or an ash or even the trail of happiness that you leave yourself on days when you forget how to find your way back to me.

it was a funny thing, really, because usually you're more open than a dictionary, but there's not much to find—to define, to discover the root of that one word that you've been asking me about. you're more like a thesaurus to me. a couple of synonyms. you reflect one aura*, but i call it something else that means the exact same thing, just switching up the letters so it makes a different word.

but back to your eyes that didn't speak to me that day.

it was june, i think. but everyone called it november. or maybe i got the time wrong, or maybe it's the time change. maybe it's just me.

it's definitely, not me.

i'm probably just confusing the time with the shape of your pupil that decided to keep its secret. dilated to the point where it nearly swallowed the entire colored part of your breathtakingly delicate eyes and shaped it like an analog clock—the iris, i was told.

but part of the aqua flecks spoke to me—yelled, actually.

it screamed, they screamed, "for a soul that knows it's purpose, i have seemed to wander from the bunch; from those who understood. comprehension on the topic of life where we are bound and forced to believe. why, my love, are we forced to believe?"

and i laughed at the way the corner of your eye twitched its inquiry, for i don't know, sky writer.

i can't give you answers to the questions that your mouth didn't give me.

you should blink, though. you're giving yourself away.

Dr zik Jan 7

I admit your beauty Lord
Alive and matchless

Dr ZIK's Poetry

ZIKET
It is the shorter poem than Haiku (Japanese). In this type of genre a complete poem comprises of two poetic lines; first line is of eight syllables while second line contains up-to five syllables and it is also last one.

First "Ziket" is written in English.
ZIKET
I admit your beauty Lord
Alive and matchless
“Ziket” as a new genre has full capability and capacity to express every type of poetic feelings concisely in a few words speaking in volumes.
ZINET
It is the shortest poetic form of English literature which is being rapidly adapted to modern and busy civilizations as a powerful literary tool to express emotions. "Zinet" consists of a single line having up-to seven syllables, giving logical effects and known as a complete meaningful poem.
“Haiku” a Japanese short poem is of three lines while couplet written in “Urdu Ghazal” having full independent theme on its own, can also be considered as a shorter poem than Haiku in this regard.

But the nomenclature of short poems namely “Ziket” and ‘Zinet’ is the breakthrough in this regard.

The best writers of these genres are John Stevens, Richard Riddle, Born and Ernie Hudson
while
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Arcassin B Jan 5

By Arcassin Burnham


My Eyelids can't hide , from the light , it gives,
instincts don't dry in order , to , survive to live,

babies born while being bathe, all , in sin,
relationships torn to pieces , daddy's gone again,


And i wish I had a pass port to drop from the world in
a space suit guarding my life , just trying to hold on.
Every moment in these tragedies we spend wondering
why the good lord won't come down , you just gotta be strong.


the mistakes we make will always be there , don't you know,
the world can't extinguish , we need , these kids , to grow,

Give them a chance , give them a spotlight to thrive ,on and shine,
with love anything is possible , but with , hate to defend your life,


And i wish I had a pass port to drop from the world in
a space suit guarding my life , just trying to hold on.
Every moment in these tragedies we spend wondering

why the good lord won't come down , you just gotta be strong.

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/01/pass-port-weak-strong-saga.html

©abpoetry2018
Leslie Ledezma Dec 2017

Divinity of the day, how true and overwhelming
But that’s alright, you’ve given me sight

God, that enthralled
Lush, sunset boulevard torch
A west Hollywood Rimbaud
Scammed and scorched,
running, but still breathing
New age wild west muse

Like midnight’s request for sweetness as music and dreams
A rageling songstress on the longest roadway, sacrificing my best

If I give you all my songs will you feel alright, lush
Take me for all that I am? That much, run with the immense
Learning everything, even how to bless

With my roadhouse sheetmusic
illustrating my life’s inspiration adorned walls, sad ending
I was lost but playing it off, until my racing heart reached
Time future and said, soul, believe what’s in store,
Outrageous dose

Beaming with strange and frightening beauty
From chasing the lights that ascent into the heavens
Dreamy, daring, absurdly hoping, all the real claiming

Lord knows, I’m enamored with the purely copper arrows
Aimed at heights, long and lonely paths for the
Songs of death, of life, wilderness and good times

With my diamond focus
On the garden path of the wise, open, aware
Just walking thru, even confused, you mean
My images of paradise were drawn in diamond too?
Permanent as the myths, legends, poetry?

Umi Dec 2017

"This heat and this blaze harm and burn me, please turn me away"
She said crying out into the endless hell, her stay

And she continued crying out,
Loud even whilst she was about, to burn to dust
Her boiling blood, gave the surroundings a smell likewise rust
Until the Lord finally answered her call
>"If you are granted this wish, will you ask for anything else at all?"<

In her pain, in her agony she could only respond
"No, I swear by your greatness, I will not go beyond (this wish) "
Her wish was fulfilled, she was out of hell,
But, this made her ask for more, would it suit her well ?

" I beg you oh Lord, bring me forward, just to the gate of paradise,
I have no other wish, I promise...please..it would be nice"
So her Lord would say: >"Didn't you promise not to ask for anything more ?
Woe to you, who swore (by my name)!
Oh you who was created from the soil...how treacious you are"

She kept begging and pondered so far
" I swear by your greatness I will not ask anymore,
Am I for you, but a useless whore ? "
And she will continue to promise and pledge,
Until she was finally brought to the edge
The gate to paradise

When she looks inside, she would see its vigor charm and pleasure
But remembering her promise she would remain silent, in front of this treasure
Then, eventually, unable to bear this...she would scream
" Oh Lord, let me enter paradise, it is my greatest dream "
And again her Lord would add:
>" Did you not make all these oaths and pledges not to ask for anything else ? Is it not enough that I brought you out of hell ? You are still sad !
Oh, woe you, how treacious you are "

Tugged in her misery she couldn't help but feel down
Though she didn't bother to shed more tears, just frown
" Please don't make me the most miserable of your creation,
Please forgive me and make heaven my home, my final station"

And she would continue to ponder until her Lord would laugh
As he did, she was able to enter heaven, its most divine half
When she was in, it was said >" Make a wish, it will come true"<
Happiness overcame her, growing faster than bamboo!
She kept on wishing, until there was nothing left to ask for

And thus, the former human, lived in bliss
From now on and forever, never bored by this


~ Umi

The end of my Falling devil series, I hope you could enjoy it !
solfang Dec 2017

I wish not,
to write anything,
about love that is
metaphorically
related to Christmas.

how can we forget
that Christmas is
the day where we
rejoice for the Son
and not for the
Sun of your life.

how can we forget
that Christmas is
about giving
your heart to God,
and not giving it
to someone who
might break it.

Alright,
let's get real.

Christmas,
there's nothing
greater than celebrating
the one and only Him,
with words and verses,
written for no one,
but Him.

Jokes aside, Merry Christmas - religious or not! Let's all remember the true meaning of Christmas. :)
staticghost Dec 2017

no man alone has sole dominion over violence/
equally the same I have no mercy over thee/
life alone can only mean one thing/
certain death will take and every poison shall seethe/
every toil and every greed/
burning with desire in He/
now comest the noontime/
can you breathe?/
i know the cool sunset is sooner than should be/
take not pity in thee for we all sure to suffer/
love your weakness, your grandeur,/
and your noontime glee/
timeless and forgotten/
legend of no one’s dream/
broken by leisure last man doth scream/
his last scream in the monkey horror/
no pale blue eyed monsters/
to pay your last heed to/

Jim Marchel Dec 2017

My Lord
You are the Wind in my sails
On the arduous sea
When waves crash and bombard
My sea-soaked skin
And tired soul.

In times of trouble
No storm can subdue my faith
In You;
You are with me,
The Footprints on shore beside me,
The Voice in the gulls that flock
And lead me to spoils.

No force of man
Or circumstance
Will sway my soul
For I am yours.
I pray, O Lord,
My soul to keep,
Please helm my ship
And lay the waters down to sleep.

Cat Lynn Nov 2017

Dear Father, You have given me so much, You have blessed me beyond words

With the brothers and sisters in Christ You have provided for me, their words are songs on a record

You knew I needed them, and You brought them in your holy perfect timing

But I won't lie, my hands cover my face to hide my tears, I am ashamed to admit I'm dying

Is it so wrong Lord? That I weep over them? That this is my last year?

Will I be a forgetten memory? Will I even see them again?.. There are countless fears...

What connections will be cut?  Will this bring me closer or more apart with them?

Do I dare let go of the place you have called me to go? The place where my faith has increased? They are more precious than gems.

I beg You Lord, I know it's almost half way over, but I know it isn't fully over yet...

But my God, I surrender my fears and these emotions, these people I never want to forget

I treasure them Lord, more then they'll ever know! You know how long I have suffered to FINALLY find true close friends who burn for You!

Please I beg You Abba, don't make this come an end... Allow me to still share some moments with the ones I hold close, you know my desired view

I do not know what the future holds... Only You do... I am lost and in wonder what will happen a year from now, or two, or three, or four, or five.

But... You do, I have no control, I'd be a fool to try to take the wheel... I pray these relationships were meant to last, You used them to keep me alive!

...even if it is the end... I pray Lord You bless them, give them a great long, blessed life... even if it means I must suffer and end up alone...

Protect them, even if it means for me to remove my shield, if it's better Lord for me to remove my self from them for their benefit, I'll gladly accept being disowned

Do Whatever Is Best For Them
Do Whatever Is Best For Me.

Even if it isn't what I desire and long for... Even if it tears me apart the inside out,  at least they'll be set free

Lord, I love them with all my might, You know I'd give up anything and do anything for these brothers and sisters in Christ

But Lord, You hold the past, present, and future in your palm, You know what will happen, and I know with You, I don't dare to fight

You have led me to find them, I'd be heart broken to loose them, I give this prayer to you my King, my Shepard, my Father

I don't want to be pulled away from  them, please , continue to use me to help their faith become stronger

Dear Savoir, I thank You for the wonderful blessed times I have had with them

It's only through Your mercy and grace I was able to be apart of this beloved churches hem

So God, Allow Me To Thank You Lord Before It's Over...

Because  I don't know what the end may bring...

Thank you everyone at the beloved church I call home. For making me aware of my flaws and getting me through the toughest battles. For strengthening my faith and trust in the Lord, and helping me up whenever I fell into sin... You Brothers and Sisters in Christ are an answer to prayer. I won't stop praying for you. I KNOW the Lord will use you guys to help and guide others. Every day I praise him, for I KNOW i could have never asked for greater God seeking friends

Thank You So Much, you know who you are :)

~ Cat ///
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