Too Powerful to Extinguish
And there they stood...
Brilliant of speech and sunlight.
Souls pure and cleansed of spirit.
Standing on the side of the right and just.
Grouped and cast upon with evil eyes...
And demonic grins.
They were smeared and jeered
By those who did not understand their strength.
And surrounding them all was the Prince of Light.
Only those who knew Him and His 'glow'
Did not suffer pain or perish!
Their faith was too powerful to extinguish!
They lived eternally...
And knew it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Black Woman
The day I met you I saw strength
and I knew from that point on
that you were pure woman to me
possessing a spirit that was strong
I want smiles to replace the sorrow
that you have encountered in the past
and since it was strength that attracted me to you
it will take strength to make it last
My negative side will attempt to change you
but please fight that with your all
it will be your strength that keep us both standing
while others around us fall
poem by Olufunmbi Aransiola
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Doubt
1 They bade me cast the thing away,
2 They pointed to my hands all bleeding,
3 They listened not to all my pleading;
4 The thing I meant I could not say;
5 I knew that I should rue the day
6 If once I cast that thing away.
7 I grasped it firm, and bore the pain;
8 The thorny husks I stripped and scattered;
9 If I could reach its heart, what mattered
10 If other men saw not my gain,
11 Or even if I should be slain?
12 I knew the risks; I chose the pain.
13 O, had I cast that thing away,
14 I had not found what most I cherish,
15 A faith without which I should perish,--
16 The faith which, like a kernel, lay
17 Hid in the husks which on that day
18 My instinct would not throw away!
poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
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The Prince's Day
Though dark are our sorrows, today we'll forget them,
And smile through our tears, like a sunbeam in showers:
There never were hearts, if our rulers would let them,
More form'd to be grateful and blest than ours.
But just when the chain,
Has ceased to pain,
And hope has enwreathed it round with flowers,
There comes a new link,
Our spirits to sink --
Oh! the joy that we taste, like the light of the poles,
Is a flash amid darkness, too brilliant to stay;
But, though 'twere the last little spark in our souls,
We must light it up now, on our Prince's Day.
Contempt on the minion who calls you disloyal!
Though fierce to your foe, to your friends you are true;
And the tribute most high to a head that is royal,
Is love from a heart that loves liberty too.
While cowards, who blight
Your fame, your right,
Would shrink from the blaze of the battle array,
The Standard of Green
In front would be seen --
Oh, my life on your faith! were you summon'd this minute,
You'd cast every bitter remembrance away,
And show what the arm of old Erin has in it,
When roused by the foe, on her Prince's Day.
He loves the Green Isle, and his love is recorded
In hearts which have suffer'd too much to forget;
And hope shall be crown'd, and attachment rewarded,
And Erin's gay jubileee shine out yet.
The gem may be broke
By many a stroke,
But nothing can cloud its native ray;
Each fragment will cast
A light to the last --
And thus, Erin, my country, though broken thou art,
There's lustre wiithin thee, that ne'er will decay;
A spirit which beams through each suffering part,
And now smiles at all pain on the Prince's Day.
poem by Thomas Moore
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Spirit's About Us
If they are spirits about us,
Would we do the things that we do
Or would we want to be better persons
Especially if they be spirits we once had knew.
Would we still say the things that we do say
And would we act the ways that we do,
That is, if they are spirits among us,
And if any of them, we once had knew.
If we knew they were here about us
And that never we were not alone,
No matter where we might go or what we might do
Or whether we be traveling or here at home.
Would we act the way that we do act
Or would we think about the things that we do
Would we say the things that we do say
If we knew that a spirit were next to me or you.
Would we still cheat or think about cheating
Or telling lies to the people that we meet
Especially if we knew loved ones were next to us
And our sins cause those spirits to weep.
Would we still act the way that we act
And would we think about the things we do
Would we say the things that we say
Especially what's inside of me and you.
Would we still hate and cause others to sin
Even though we knew we couldn't be caught
If only that we knew the spirits were next to us
And their love for us, we haven't forgot.
So I now live my life in happiness and joy
As I want to live my life sinless and complete
Never do I want to bring sadness or any pain
As I don't know who is standing next to me.
As if they are any spirits about us
And if there is a spirit standing next to me
I would hope to bring that spirit pride and joy
Instead of sadness, disappointment and humility.
So as I bring my thinking to a closure
And as I think of the time that our life is through
We best be careful what we do or think
As we know not what spirit, is standing next to me or you.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Spiritual Realm
Friend, what your eyes cannot see, for all this world is a reality,
A spiritual plane above the sky, that stretches down to you and I.
Though God reigns high above, He reaches down with His love,
Into this world as dark as night, He reaches down with His Light.
Upon the earth is a darker realm, one with a dragon at the helm,
The prince and power of the air, who leads this world to despair.
But some men just don’t believe, or they simply cannot conceive,
A spiritual world of an evil kind, vying for a man’s heart and mind.
Darker forces invading this life, filling men’s hearts with evil strife,
Forces opposing God’s Only Son; darkened forces of an evil one,
Filling men with hate and pride, to oppose God’s Lamb who died.
What other reason would you say, would make men act this way?
The enemy’s not flesh and blood, but dark spiritual forces above,
Once God’s cherished cherubim, now leads men to death by sin.
Lucifer, cast to earth by God, now leads rebellion where we trod,
As forces of Satan’s evil might, oppose God’s Pure Eternal Light.
Battles our eyes just cannot see, over men’s souls for all eternity,
Satan wanting the souls of men, lost in sin, eternally condemned,
Knowing the battle’s already won, through the cross of God’s Son.
Since his destiny is certain friend, Satan wants Hell to be your end.
(Copyright ©10/2006)
A Story
He loved her and he was untrue—
Untrue he was, let loved her still;
For out of nether darkness drew
The winds that lashed his wandering will.
She lived in joy all unaware,
In pain and joy his children bore,
While hidden spectres of despair
Drove him to love her more and more.
And when she knew the truth at last,
Suddenly she grew still and strange.
Her rag of haggard youth was cast
Upon the evil winds of change.
She heard, and could not understand;
She paled, and could not bloom again.
So bland death took her by the hand,
Looked in her eyes and made all plain,
Yes, wise death taught her all, and so,
Smiling once more, she kissed and passed.
And he, caught in life's overthrow,
Faced love and death alone at last.
At last, made strong by love and death,
He gave her truth for truth, and knew
Now she had won his perfect faith.
Dying, she doomed him to be true.
poem by Harriet Monroe
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My Heart Stood Still
I laughed at sweethearts
I met at schools
All indiscreet hearts
Seemed romantic fools
A house in Iceland
Was my heart's domain
I saw your eyes
Now castles rise in Spain!
I took one look at you
That's all I meant to do
And then my heart stood still
My feet could step and walk
My lips could move and talk
And yet my heart stood still
Though not a single word was spoken
I could tell you knew
That unfelt clasp of hands
Told me so well you knew
I never lived at all
Until the thrill of that moment when
My heart stood still
Though not a single word was spoken
I could tell you knew
That unfelt clasp of hands
Told me so well you knew
I never lived at all
Until the thrill of that moment when
My heart stood still
All that moment when
My heart stood still
My heart stood still
My heart stood still
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Evil Eyes
Written by dennis deyoung
Lead vocals by dennis deyoung
Evil eyes
Stole my heart on a dark december night
Souls of flame
Loving her has made me half insane
The way she cast me
In her spell
Secrets I couldnt tell
Were for me
And for you
Once I knew
The joys of loving were for me and you
But now shes here
And with her secrets I know Ill have to bear
To let her take me
From your side
Rob me of all my pride
And my love
Oh sweet love
Evil eyes
Shes got those
Evil eyes
Though Im only her friend
I know Ill love her till the end
Of my life
Oh sweet life
Evil eyes
Shes got those
Evil eyes
Though Im only her friend
I know Ill love her till the end
Of my life
song performed by by Styx
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Nowhere Man
Many, many years ago
He was cast out on his own
Freedom come, freedom go
Nowhere to lay his head
No place for him to know
He walked all day
He walked all night
Till he felt a morning glow
His pockets peeled out
Like ears of corn
But he knew he could kiss the sun
Feel as pure as a Nun
Freedom always has a price
Nobody knew, nobody cared
Whether he had a nickle or a dime
Nobody knew his name
poem by Allan James Saywell
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Evil will perish,
Evil will perish,
Evil will perish,
The good will be seen by God,
All that man did on earth,
There is the remedy that will make that good occur,
Every mean's that we are alive,
I came to understand life's glory than miseries,
In all that is to be done,
Man is evil minded,
But with God's grace there is the living that will be fair with that Infinite,
I think,
That the evil will perish,
The love of God will let man see the glory coming,
From all the good,
Then evil will perish,
An everlasting covenant with God will not end but Increase.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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How Can They Do It?
How can people say they know, The Word of God and never grow?
Grow in this present life spiritually, in a way that other men can see.
Just like people would see a light, in the midst of a darkened night.
That is why The Lord has us grow, so our light to others, will show,
The sure way in this darkened life, to the pure Light of Jesus Christ.
Why do people not understand, there’s New Life in the Son of Man?
New Life through The Spirit of God, upon this temporal earthly sod.
Lead by The Spirit of Jesus Christ, to be a witness while in this life,
A witness of His Power and Love, as we point all to Heaven above,
Where The Lamb of God who died, now lives forever by God’s side.
How can many who trust in Him; He who cleansed them of their sin,
Continue as if they never knew, The One who died for me and you?
Christ who became God’s Sacrifice, to gain for sinners Eternal Life.
They continue in sin and shame, while never testifying to His Name,
Burdened with the sin and dross, that Christ conquered on the cross.
Can people who need The Truth, come to Christ without living proof?
From men who by Christ were saved, and by His Power truly raised,
Raised to a New and Higher Life, while living totally for Jesus Christ.
Believers need The Spirit’s spark, to shine Christ’s Light in the dark,
Sharing with all The Living Word, until everyone on earth has heard.
(Copyright ©11/2006)
Sickness did this to me
If only you knew how much I've changed
Since this day, the difference is great
Six years have passed since I underwent
The world-flipping hit, the sign that read, "stop"
Since then I have grown, since then I've been switched
Since then I've matured, toward intelligence I have itched
All the things about me that people once knew
Were gone, as my person suddenly became new
In my head came a voice, one of torture and hate
A voice that switched pitches, still great
It towered over my soul with power and strength
There is nothing I can do to get out of its way
So for the past six years here I have stood
Under the influence of this evil hood
This hate, and this drive, determination all too live
This world and this lifestyle I struggle with inside
If you understand the agony, can read into the pain
You'd understand why I don't want to stay the same
But escaping myself is not something I can do
‘cause I'm keeping my self here, I'll stay here: I want to.
poem by D.M.L. Catseye
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Are They Really Brothers?
Can we call someone brother, who believes and follows another,
A different Gospel opposed to us, who believe, alone in Jesus?
Some lift up the image of man, while they follow a religious plan,
Portraying Christ on the cross, even after His victory for the lost.
Shouldn’t we help them to see, He’s no longer dying on Calvary?
But, Christ rose from the dead, and reigns on His Throne instead.
Shouldn’t we bring men to faith, through God’s unmerited Grace?
Trust in Christ’s work on the cross, without all that religious dross.
Some even believe in ritual prayer, to saints who aren’t even there,
At the place in which they intercede, for that believer’s every need.
Shouldn’t we help them understand, we are God’s Saints at hand?
That very moment we truly believe, and The Holy Spirit we receive.
What if they haven’t truly believed, then leave this earth deceived?
There’s no place called Purgatory, to suffer before going to Glory.
Apart from Christ, they will not see, that Glory of Heaven eternally,
So we must move them in love, toward the only Truth from above.
Christ Himself will say to many, even all, who knew religion plenty,
“Depart from me”, for He never knew, any whose faith wasn’t True,
Man’s religion thoroughly equips, men for profession with the lips,
But, without true faith in one’s heart, one will not enter, only depart.
(Copyright ©08/2009)
Standin In My Light
(ian hunter)
Well I finally found you out
All through your mess of dreams
You wont make it to the night
And your standing in my light
You know youve been bad for me
You aint got the weight to hate
But you aint no pretty sight
And your standing in my light
Move over cause your standing in my light
Move over cause your standing in my light
Move over cause your standing in my light (yeah)
Move over cause your standing in my light
Now when your old man beats the drums
Gotta run run run thats dumb
A little less ego a little more fight
Move over cause your standing in my light
Things go bad and the risks get high
Sweeping dead bodies cross an open sky
You took my pictures from your walls
Aint gonna trade with the pain of the new york dolls
Move over cause your standin in my
(move over cause your standin in my)
Move over cause your standin in my
(move over cause your standin in my)
Move over cause you standin in my
(move over cause your standin in my)
Move over cause you standing in my light
Move over cause your standing in my light
Move over cause your standing in my light
Move over cause your standing in my light
Move over cause your standing in my light
Move over cause your standing in my light yeah.......alright
Move over cause your standing in my light
I wish you luck on your very last chance
Cause I knew you blew it at the song and dance
You froze my feelings, but thats alright
And your standing in my light
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Strength, Begotten From Pure Piety
You must know in the heart I once knew,
That a dark and evil spirit dwells inside you,
Where once was a beautiful Angel-who once saw me as same;
This transmogrification is an unmitigated shame!
Nothing lezs than an exorcism is necessary at this point,
Due your panoply of unholy acts-to anoint
You with the 'oil' of honesty and humility,
And bless you all over again, with the ability
To see the truth that lies bare, all around-
To live the love again that once served to astound.
The erstwhile Angel I once knew and did covet,
Can then emerge from this occupation, and rise above it-
Of this, I have not, the least bit of dubiety;
All that is needed is the strength begotten from pure piety!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Only When I Had You
(song lyrics. maybe this marks the end of my writer's block. i sure do hope so)
i guess this is the end
of everything that we once knew
and now we're moving on
except i'm not moving anywhere
i'm stuck right here to wait for you
to turn around and laugh again
and tell me that you knew
you knew i'd be okay
you knew i had the strength to wake up everyday
especially when i had you
you knew i'd stand up strong
you knew i had the strength to make it on my own
but you never knew..
i guess this is the end
of my dreamless nights and wakeful eyes
my nightmares come right back
and you still walk away
i lay right here and die today
because you. turned. away...
and you thought..
you thought i'd be okay
you thought i had the strength to wake up everyday
but only when i had you
you thought i'd stand up strong
you thought i had the strength to make it on my own
but only if i had you...
poem by Something Changing
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Out Of The Fires Of Hell
To my co poets - this is in response to "I lay down my pen"
Out of the fires of hell (7/14/12)
I have pulled myself up out of the fires of hell
Where pain, sorrow, depression, lost faith do dwell.
I recall as I closed my eyes all I could see
Was the devil staring back at me.
His eyes were bloodshot red - cause on my fears he had fed.
The hideous laugh bouncing around in my head
I thought for sure that I was dead.
They pulled me down when I was weak
And with their strength I could not compete.
All four of them were working to keep me down
When I saw HIS LIGHT, HIS EYES, HIS CROWN
It was the LORD beckoning me to him
And seeing this - I knew I'd win.
His hand came down and I grabbed it and held on tight
Closed my eyes and prayed with all my might.
I rose out of those flames completely intact
And I knew there would be no turning back.
The devil like the lion would wait for its prey
And thought with certainties he would get his way
But my LORD had something to say.
You had caught me at a time of weakness and despair
And thought that my life with you I'd share
But my inner spirit saw the guiding light
And I fought with all my might.
The LORD had heard my plea, and responded
And I rose out of the fires with a smile on my face
poem by Louis Rams
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The Undying
She was so wonderful I wondered
If wedding me she had not blundered;
She was so pure, so high above me,
I marvelled how she came to love me:
Or did she? Well, in her own fashion -
Affection, pity, never passion.
I knew I was not worth her love;
Yet oh, how wistfully I strove
To be her equal in some way;
She knew I tried, and I would pray
Some day she'd hold her head in pride,
And stand with praising by my side.
A Weakling, I - she made me strong;
My finest thoughts to her belong;
Through twenty years she mothered me,
And then one day she smothered me
With kisses, saying wild with joy:
"Soon we'll be three - let's hope, a boy."
"Too old to bear a child," they said;
Well, they were right, for both are dead. . . .
Ah no, not dead - she is with me,
And by my side she'll ever be;
Her spirit lingers, half divine:
All good I do is hers, not mine.
God, by my works O let me strive
To keep her gentleness alive!
Let in my heart her spirit glow,
And by my thoughts for others show
She is not dead: she'll never die
While love for humankind have I.
poem by Robert William Service
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After I Knew
When I knew, I came to Him, led by God, not by my whim,
Led by The Spirit of God, and now by His Staff and Rod;
It is God’s Spirit, guiding me, on my path towards eternity,
Entering into my frame of dust, when in Him I put my trust.
I lived my life as I always had, believing I was far from bad,
Living on life’s straight path, never mindful of God’s Wrath,
And that I was basically good, as this is what I understood,
Until I met God’s Living Word, hearing Truth I’d never heard.
God had opened up my eyes, not a world, said to be wise,
Following the beliefs of men, I knew not, I was condemned,
And from God I was separated, not because me, He hated,
It was sin, passed on to me, from Adam’s fall, to humanity.
But, God didn’t leave us there, sending man, love and care,
To save this corrupted earth, providing man a spiritual birth;
God’s Sacrifice paid the cost, in redeeming all who are lost,
So although we’re sinful men, in His Son we are Born Again.
Seeing this, I then would know, to Christ’s Cross, I must go,
To accept what God did for me, to have New Life, Eternally,
This, religion taught me not, as pious words, leave out a lot,
Omitting much needed Truth, leading souls to face Reproof.
(Copyright ©04/2010)
The Mistress
Her face was delicate, and beautiful to know,
When touched by sunlight, or a candle's glow,
And weaving a dream around him, with cunning ease,
She knew by expertise, just how to please.
And he in turn, reached out and with delight,
Drew her close, and sensed that all was right,
So that leaving her tonight, would cause him pain
Within his heart, and that he must remain.
For to leave at all, no, this he could not do,
He looked at her again, and then he knew,
That she was his, forever and a day,
And that forever, he would have to pay!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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