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 May 2014
Raphael Uzor
If Jesus spoke in parables
Then Jesus was a poet
For who speaks in parables
But one so named "Poet"?*


© Raphael Uzor
Just my thoughts...
 May 2014
Geno Cattouse
Kneeling on the very end, first position just by the isle
closer than I had ever been Looked up at the man of sorrows a crown of thorns pierced his brow.
His eyes are half shut in pain and downcast.
                                   A crimson trickle starts going south
                                   His lips are taut against a cry.
And I wonder Why.                                                   A ragged spike or nail stand in bold relief
                                                                                   Mid palm both hands. another crimson testament
                                                                                   Begins to speak.

Sunken with ribs protruding
Nails driven through doubled feet.Not where the ankles meet.. My Lord ?
Why hath thou forsaken me.

The statue of sorrows nailed to a wooden T.
Is pipers fee.. Paid in full for me.

What sin then must I atone for.
To avoid the wooden cross or the eternal fire ?

Six years living. I need forgiving ?
For what ? Even then.

I could not be a true believer.
so fire and brimstone for me.
Cast down in the pit.

Perhaps.
 May 2014
Hailey P
I'm always the friend to tell people
It's okay
I just wish I had to a friend to tell me
It's okay
Because I'm scared
 May 2014
Mrs Ashley Somebody
The mightiest among the birds is the eagle.

The mightiest among the domestic animals is the bull.

The mightiest among the wild beasts is the lion.

And the mightiest of all is man.
Revelation 4:6-8
 May 2014
aphrodite
"You are the reason I started praying at night again."
And wishing on shooting stars, and knocking on wood...
I haven't been active lately, as I've been trying to figure some things out.
I haven't come to any concrete conclusions, but I'm hoping to find some answers soon.
Thank you to everyone who has sent love and shown concern.
I'll be posting some old drafts, as writing is still hard for me to bring myself to do.
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 May 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
Secret Of The Soul

Im opening up a window
In the center of my soul
So all the world can finally see
This secret that I hold

This secret that I share with you
Is precious to my heart
Hidden for so very long
That I dont know where to start

My secret tells a story
Of two soul's lost in time
And of a love that has been found
Between your heart and mine

A secret life of loving you
Hiding feeling deep inside
While knowing what I wanted most
Was to have you by my side

As tender mercy turns the page
I  know now  it is time
I will spend my future in your arms
And start a brand new life

So im openimg up a window
In the center of my soul
So all the world can finally see
This secret that I hold


Carl Joseph Roberts
This poem was written with the help and encouragement of Mike Hauser. He tried to break me out of my sappy love poems but apparently I am just a helpless romantic and fell back into my sure and true style..lol. Little changes Mike little changes and I break out in about one in ten poems. Also Bob Browning contributed a few changes in lines to make this more smooth. This is  what I call asking for help and receiving it when you have a block and need a push. Great thanks to Mike and Bob for this help.
 May 2014
SøułSurvivør
Forgiveness is a concious decision.
Forgetting a byproduct of time.

Soul Survivor
10W
Unforgiveness is a self administered poison. The leading cause of death.
 May 2014
SøułSurvivør
Every butterfly
was first
a WORM!!!

Soul Survivor
6W
God's love is blind. When you are His
He doesn't see your mistakes. When
You are washed in Jesus' blood He's
gotten a pair of rose colored glasses!
 May 2014
SøułSurvivør
Your body's a temple.
Don't treat it like a

TENEMENT.
You are beautiful. Remember that.
This is for a friend. I love you.
 May 2014
Emily JoAnne
God You made the Wind.
You made it perfect,
Yet we fear the Wind.
The Wind brings storms.
The Wind means hurricane and tornado.
The Wind is not pure.
It's full of pollution.
But that was all our fault.

You made it beautiful.
You made it useful.
You made Wind perfect.
 May 2014
MsMercedes
Darkness is full of surprises
Many are hiden by her
As she takes who she wants
She leaves them with froad
But she cant fool me
Im the only who can take her strength
As she tries and tries
I never fright because
She will never succed
I am light
 May 2014
Sally A Bayan
A Dialogue....


I promised I would pray for her and her loved ones
Here I am, just starting to talk, in silence...
Instead, I find myself assailed by questions,
You are an understanding God, never exacting,
Never angry, I have never questioned You,
But today, I honestly ask You:
Why is this happening? How could this be?
How could You have allowed this? Why?
When will this stop? How much longer?
Have mercy!
Have mercy, please...please...
Heal their sorrow, this pain, make it end...
Make them stop, the leaving....
She has lost one, two already,
The tears may now be dry,
And yet, she, they still cry....
How hard it is, to cry without tears.....
What has been done cannot be undone...
So I beg You, please, make the hurting stop,
Let them be healed,
Give them Your miracle....
Now....


Forgive me, my Lord, for questioning Your decisions...
Forgive me for even thinking of questioning you...
I know I am silly most times, but,
Thank you, God, for always listening...


(For Maria )



Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Hearts and minds are overladen
The weight, the pain, immeasurable
even for us who love them dearly...
Those who are near, watch them go through their sorrow, their pain...
While those of us who are distant, can only sense, anticipate, hope and pray...
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