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Poem: Visionless?

Visionless is no way to be: having sight, yet unable to see. Soul's blindness that's dark and deep indicates your spirit is fast asleep. Use the Word to ignite your inner spark and awaken your slumber by the Lord's Light. To have Life's purpose and meaning for self promotes character and personal delight. Having vision is intended for all, so get fitted with some new glasses. Accomplishments are attainable, provided you're willing to use God's Word, while getting off your.... From my book:… Continue

Added by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd on October 29, 2009 at 2:29pm — No Comments

Poem: Danger of Zealous Fervor

Yes, the goal is to reach souls; but at what further cost? Unacceptable is using fear as mind control for reaching those considered 'lost'. When not as an example of victorious living, the principles of God appear to lose credibility. If not demonstrating a God that's loving, then appeal of the Kingdom lacks desirability. To berate skeptical souls with Hell's threat will deliberately cause immediate offense. Salvation is not a game with souls to bet - Offer encouragement to get off the lukewar… Continue

Added by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd on October 29, 2009 at 2:28pm — No Comments

Poem: Eternity

In the quiet garden of Heaven, one day I'll walk beneath the trees with the coolness of God's Spirit flowing more gently than an Earthly breeze. In the royal kingdom of priests, I'll run barefoot on streets of soft gold, overwhelmed by the perfection of peace, following where angels had previously strolled. Before the awesome throne room, I'll exude continual heartfelt praise as part of God's familial host safe and secure in everlasting days. From my book: Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glo… Continue

Added by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd on October 28, 2009 at 2:34pm — No Comments

Poem: A Sinner Like Me

Pushing this flesh into alignment, guided by The Word most holy and pure, I'm striving to learn principles for a sanctified life to endure. My Lord loves me without hesitation and allowed a part of Himself to die. He's calling me homeward without reservation; by His Spirit, to His side, I'll eventually fly. Knowing I'm a child of His, during trying times I find true encouragement. I'm able to lean on His strength while in search of heavenly ascent. Stumbling forward with pained progress, I've… Continue

Added by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd on October 28, 2009 at 2:33pm — No Comments

No BraSil com "S" de Solidariedade

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Added by Soaroir de Campos on October 6, 2009 at 4:00pm — No Comments

Estão voltando as flores

(imagemNet) A Primavera Faz Sina Soaroir 22/9/09 Do florido pé de manacá Eu mando umas flores para ti Além das que deixo por aqui Outro punhado mando pra lá. Continue

Added by Soaroir de Campos on October 6, 2009 at 3:32pm — No Comments

If

if i were a sculptor i would have sat at the shores of Mediterranean before i started creating... and would insert my poet hands to your heart and hurt you, because you have lied to me Cyprus i had to abandon my childhood; my only toy was your stones, your plants, ropes and only doll which i used to play were a hand made by my mum Were always escorted by the soldiers when going to school i wanted to fall in love on your torso and swim in your waters/you have taken that away... you offended me in… Continue

Added by Gunsel DJEMAL on September 23, 2009 at 2:42pm — No Comments

Childhood of Homelessness

Childhood of Homelessness they draw knife to the grief and throw razor to the hell with rubbing their courage by the thinner their stomachs are deserted and their dreams are blind their pupils are a pair of dices shaken to the pain they walk with suicide march violence suckl… Continue

Added by Serkan Engin on September 22, 2009 at 9:53pm — 3 Comments

Bir resim çizeceğim

kirpikleri kömür karası boyatacağım gözleri bahar gibi parlak saçları güneş kadar ışıltılı dudaklarıysa kan kırmızı aynada ya bakarsam sana sevdiğim kanım donarda atmazsa kalbim! Günsel Djemal 17/9/2009 Randisbourne Gardens-Londra Continue

Added by Gunsel DJEMAL on September 17, 2009 at 10:03pm — No Comments

On my forty eighth

i sat/a small dot dignified woman in a crowded East Dulwich coffee shop open books/empty cups/laptops on the wooden tables an hour or less i street gazed my darling’s image hangs inside the passing crowd my happiness was so untouchable staring at the fallen Sycamore lush leaf all the children here live in posh houses making love from his arms/ i gave my soul when skin touched skin oh bitter sweetness how can cities be content? i should pray, sing, dance and i am weeping one baby in his buggy cri… Continue

Added by Gunsel DJEMAL on September 17, 2009 at 9:01pm — No Comments

PASSION

Like the moaning silent calm and deep sea, my heart moans to silence -passion- rushing from the forehead right down --along-- thirsty calm lips till it can trust the tongue to hide... Continue

Added by DOM NATH KAFLEY on September 17, 2009 at 4:44am — No Comments

Kanayacağım Güneşi...

dişlerimle kanayacağım Güneşi... üstüne rakı içeceğım üzülme anacığım... babamı dirilteceğim... 21.06.2009 Bayrampaşa Atilla Elüstün Continue

Added by Attila ELÜSTÜN on September 15, 2009 at 2:30am — 1 Comment

The G point of the night

The G point of the night our skins have touched to the G point of the night there is a red earthquake at the lonely places of the skin the desire has been chatty when your breath covered my body your breath is the prologue of your rainy motions i am the discoverer of your body's secret city my hands has t… Continue

Added by Serkan Engin on September 14, 2009 at 10:11am — 2 Comments

To my soul

one little goddess inoculated to olive without spilling, without dropping, read me don’t you worry, if not earth/ i will bury myself in water possibly you don’t need to hold my hands look at the flowers and into the children’s eyes and love me. (W.P.S) Günsel Djemal Djemal 13/2/2009 Continue

Added by Gunsel DJEMAL on September 12, 2009 at 11:31pm — No Comments

The Broken Apprentice

The Broken Apprentice i couldn’t repair the bonnet of my life as i have made my heart a hammer my master disgorges his feeling lowly to me he expends my youth as oakum my desires couldn’t being welded anymore i have been broken from yesterday to tomorrow they say “your offen… Continue

Added by Serkan Engin on September 11, 2009 at 8:35pm — 3 Comments

Open/for you

having a good time at horizon by spreading it’s scarlet tulle curtain to the sea woken-up from asleep the snow is insidious fox troubled clouds cross with each other; weeping scattered colours each one of them waiting for their turn the coughs of the sky destroys the harmony the lightning flashes up fisherman agitated one cat named Tekir obviously freezing had find a shelter at the smallest door don’t ask about me… to you despicable/open/for you Poem by: Atilla Elustun -26/3/2005 –Istanbul Tran… Continue

Added by Attila ELÜSTÜN on September 11, 2009 at 3:38pm — No Comments

BÜTÜN ÖTEKİLER BENİM

BÜTÜN ÖTEKİLER BENİM Alevi Eşcinsel bir Zenciyim Ateist Travesti bir Mohikanım Dersimli bir Laz, Lazistanlı bir Kürdüm Berlinli bir Pigme, Kongolu bir Germenim Serkan Engin Ê DIN GÎ EZIM Ez reşike kî êlevî û hevgayim Ez Mohîkane kî travestî û bê xudê me Laz e kî ji Dersime, Kirmance kî ji… Continue

Added by Serkan Engin on September 10, 2009 at 10:30am — 1 Comment

Ghazal to Pera Belle

Ghazal to Pera Belle now love is a tearing sea which of blue is thin i don’t ask that from where a pair of indelible hazel eyes burn the sky falls down on our life and slim letters spread on us lame birds bleed to the treble clef of loneliness now life is a ruined wall which i scratch to my dre… Continue

Added by Serkan Engin on September 8, 2009 at 3:13pm — 11 Comments

A whole 35 years without olives’

my mother’s hand/soft as a cotton wool caresses my foolish head/five fingers! couldn’t hold hopes/crazy waves Mediterranean hey! Five Fingers caresses/with the hard of her hand can’t speak/blonde haired meadows blood ejaculates from the soil/ on to her marigold butter meadows too many deaths/Mehmet, Huseyin, Andrea, Yiannis... and their unknown graves of my day-to-day desires/it is not the waiting we need should i grow my belly bigger/as if precious, as if? like my mother I swell/every single dy… Continue

Added by Gunsel DJEMAL on September 5, 2009 at 3:00pm — No Comments

The Snake of cold blood green

The Snake of Cold blood green Vexed and squirms Thickness and heaviness is away He left and this time never looked back Yes I'm free for it was him all along Sucking the roots of a Peachtree Just like a wolf robbing every drop of a life til death Thinking the life would be gone soon Snake thinking psycho is green blooded cold slithers on full of black mold Leaving the world of read passion For it will only be read but never red to come to bloom Outlined in white of old, A see of true life thee h… Continue

Added by Celeste A Ross ~ CAR on August 26, 2009 at 5:00am — No Comments

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