Melanie Gardiner, 31 august 2012
To find me,
Track me.
But do not track me by my game,
For I will never, ever be tame,
Do not track me by my blood,
You may as well be tracking mud.
Do not track me with a hound,
For a scent won't be found.
Do not track me by my face,
For it will never be in your database.
Do not track me by your eye,
Or you may as well say goodbye.
Do not track me by my prints,
For I am not one to leave indents.
Do not track me by my mark,
Do not track me by my spark,
Do not track me by my heart,
Do not track me with your tech.
Track me by the thing around my neck.
Track me,
Track me,
If you can,
Because all the king's horses
And all the king's men,
Will never see me,
AGAIN.
Melanie Gardiner, 31 august 2012
Do you hear?
Can you see?
Isn't there a man following me?
I can see,
I can hear,
Especially when I look in the mirror.
To me he's white,
To others clear,
He follows me around,
and watches my every move,
Something about him doesn't sooth.
Don't leave me here!
Don't turn out the lights,
Something about him makes me fright.
I think he wants to kill me.
He's clung to me,
Like some kind of addict to weed.
It's driving me insane,
He keeps making it rain!
The dark is now nothing,
I fear him the most.
Or rather the fear that he is a ghost.
oluwatosin olabode, 30 august 2012
When life treats you bad, tell her you have got manners,
When things go wrong, don't retaliate,
When people dislike you for no reason, count it a privilege
Because he that is optimistic, always ends up right.
When life treats you bad, tell her nothing will make you disrespect!
When 'em haters ask who you are, simply tell them whose you are!
When you feel all alone, remember, He will never leave you,
Because he that abandons himself with Christ can't be abandoned by Christ.
When life shows you the World to follow,
Tell her you're her image, so the Word you will follow.
When life tells you all hope is lost,
Tell her she lost hope so you could find it!
The hope life is looking for,
can only be found in Christ Jesus!
Joe Breunig, 30 august 2012
O Lord, hear my simple cry;
set this weary captive free!
For I’m condemned by my past,
imprisoned by the dungeon of me.
Break the restraints of attachment
that are distressing my soul -
Destroy the chains of my ignorance,
which continue to undermine Your control.
Forcefully storm the stony gates
that shelter the stronghold of my heart.
Let the destructive plague be swept away!
I thirst for Your Presence, as the woodland hart.
The shadow of Your magnificent wings,
protect me from the terrors of the night.
Shine Your Light into my spirit, thus allowing me…
To firmly stand by faith and not by human sight.
Lord, I offer this pledge to You -
Yours, are my love and humble devotion,
in exchange for your unerring counsel
and my acceptance of Your Salvation.
For now, a sentry of angels surround me,
forming a holy prayer circle of peace.
Embrace me with Your loving kindness,
as I desire… Your permanent release.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Psalm 91, Hebrews 11:1, Luke 4:18, Psalm 102:20, John 8:12,31-36, Psalm 42:1-2
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
Joe Breunig, 30 august 2012
Heed this warning: Beware the Antichrist!
We know from Christ’s revelation to Man,
that the ‘End Times’ officially began in 1948
with Israel reclaiming their ancestral land.
Be aware and be not deceived.
For this evil soul shall rise up - from obscurity.
Out from the descendants of Dan
the World will take notice of Satan’s emissary.
Although the Antichrist should be easy to spot,
this individual will be viewed as ‘Heaven sent’;
for his initial proclamations of false peace
will be supported by a one-world government.
Napoleon and Hitler would have been impressed,
for his lavish promises are lies - full of finesse.
He will have no time or regard for women;
power ultimately will be his true mistress.
Eventually he’ll claim to be ‘God’
while appearing to survive a fatal injury.
From only the Devil himself,
the Antichrist received his earthly authority.
Yes, he will be voted into power
and will place the ‘Mark of the Beast’ upon thee.
So don’t be surprised when he demands…
worship from thee, upon your bended knee.
His reign of terror will be spectacular
and will probably lead us into World War III -
culminating in the ‘Battle of Armageddon’
and another ungodly event in Man’s brief history.
Will we face our ultimate destruction
from our earthly lust for power and authority?
Will mankind’s existence end from us forgetting
‘that absolute power corrupts absolutely’?
Author Notes:
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
Deniz Atay, 30 august 2012
Would dreams care a mountain chain
If we dare to cross them in vain
Just to walk hand-in-hand
To pass the restful strand
Like two ships in an harmonic rain,
Two wistful loners on the sand.
Each cosmic step we have taken
Each sleeping land we have waken
We wrote LOVE and let it go
For we have more blues than woe
And when blues satisfied our nights
Silence spoke more than our sights.
We praised the rain for the sad days
We raised, fell; found the glad ways-
Then found a reply for the word LOVE
In the beak of an old wise dove
We grew strong and waved goodbyes
For LOVE regarded more than our eyes.
Tribhawan Kaul, 30 august 2012
WRITER’S NIGHTMARE
(Senryu+ an etheree+ free verse + senryu)
Ideas
fearing cloudburst
dejection takes over
Mind
full of
thoughts
to dress pages
in shades, shapes, colour
watching disappearing images.
My laptop, which used to dance
on ITs tunes now have sunstroke
doctors advise open heart surgery
Can’t afford as I am totally broke.
Enjoy the off season
and a long break
in this state
or refill pen
as paper mercifully
reconsidering another date.
Laptop quarantined
write on good old forgotten paper,
in one hand Parker or pencil
in another marker and eraser.
Missing a mate
worst nightmare
writer’s fate.
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All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul
Prachi Agrawal, 30 august 2012
Where have those days gone?
Those days of ecstasy
When the wind had melody
And the trees had chirpings.
Those trees still seem to call me
They call me in a world left barricaded
Those voices echo in my ears
They leave me deaf at times.
That stone is still on my mind
Over which we had fought for the first time
Still remember that cliff and grass
Used to stand there till fifth class.
I always knew things would change
But never thought they would disappear
No road remained, no memory has changed
Can’t figure out what has brought this change.
Satish Verma, 30 august 2012
The ashes will come back
in mauve,
in furrowed face of hunger.
I will wait for the clouds
to welcome
the blue flames.
I was the one
to walk on time
and squeeze the truth
for finding the essence of life,
to know the goodness,
of the ills of neighbourhood
via fake creations.
When a gull walks on the grass
I call the sun
Satish Verma
Goldie Lopez, 29 august 2012
I rest in a state of suspended consciousness.
I am aware of all things,
around me, beneath me and above.
I relate to many and often make them dream.
I tell them to never give up...
though it looks harder than it seems.
A smile of confidence, eye's eager to explore
I'm a body of achievement,
with a mind to pursue.
I am a dreamer who dreams...
and one that makes them come true!
I wont walk away if things aren't right.
I'm a firm believer, fight for what's right.
I stand with integrity, for knowledge is a mere force,
and sincerity is always my second choice.
I'm a dreamer who dreams...
one that's not afraid to stand alone.
I have chosen the road, I've traveled on...
Fear holds no purpose, for my foundation is pure
Faith is at the beginning for a leader...
who's at the start.
Only following the footprints within the human heart.
Inspired to dream, no matter what the cost...
starting the vision is the harder part.
I am a person who dreams...
the coolest of all sunsets,
with the highest of seas.
My destiny evokes the spirit,
for...
it's prewritten in stone.
And only the Angels know,
when I'll be called back home.
The reason is inspiration...
with desire in the air.
As the light of passion burns within my soul...
Igniting, all those dreams I have yet to know!
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