Hidden AngelHidden Angel22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
I remember a time when I met a soul,
Caring and sincere.
The type that restores your faith in the world.
Who's words you want to hear.
You spend your life getting hurt and told,
That the world is an ugly place.
Then every so often a person takes hold,
And you get back in the race.
This woman, this soul is a remarkable friend,
Dedicated and true.
She'll stay true to herself until the end,
And never give up on you.
You look to her and find hope in her eyes,
Love in her heart, passion in her words.
She's everyone's angel in disguise,
Determined to be heard.
And oh she has, her impact shows,
In every friend she makes.
The warmth of her kindness glows,
And its your breath she takes.
I only hope than when you meet an angel of this form,
You seize the moment to believe in her,
Through shining sun or roaring storm.
We've all been given a reason to fly.
Dreams and goals we all receive.
Just remember, when times get hard and you cry,
Look to her, this beautiful soul, and
Persecuted (Christian believers)Shut your mouthPersecuted (Christian believers)22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Or we'll cut your tongue out
Renounce your Savior
Or we'll pillage your house, confiscating your Bibles now and later
If you preach the Gospel
We'll shoot to kill you hostile
If you tell us we need Christ
We're taking your very life from your sight
We'll hunt you down as the dogs we see you to be
Your God is dead, Christ means nothing to us, we truly believe we're free
Don't tell me God loves me
I only see Him and you as a joke
If you invite me to church
I'll noose you on a rope
All those who desire to truly please God and Christ
Will suffer persecution for walking in the light
ideal nightQuiet...ideal night1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Do you hear that?
Rain dancing on the roof
Thunder playing, crickets crying
Fresh scent lingers with breeze
Fog settles among trees, breathing
braddle ainedwhile Mother's sieve my sand grains sift,braddle ained2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
i'm squandering Her precious gifts;
in quandering i still persist.
with my mind's ceaseless wanderings
i'm squandering in quandering.
easter ponderingsberuit scores this easter morning;easter ponderings2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
the air is crisp, the sun is bright
(lending just a hint of mourning,
befitting resurrection rites).
perspectives and points of purview;
rolling tombstones and bodhi trees
gleen gravity from me and you...
truth can be seen, but what's it mean?
Poem - When I DanceWhen I DancePoem - When I Dance2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Poem for Day 242 – 20150831
If I could make you feel
how I do when I dance
the world would be a better place,
the world would live to dance.
Internalize God's message
of music both profane and profound,
the destiny is the same,
the lifting of hearts above the veil.
To feel the music as a pulse,
to move the feet in response,
to piper's request for unity
under the banner of music's peace.
War and strife vanish for us,
distractions removed in part
by the rhythm of life's heartbeat
felt from one chest to another.
To connect with another,
under the cover of music's covers,
to be absolved in fulfilling
of skins' craving to be touched.
Nothing exists between the beats
the handhold of the partner,
timed to move together as one,
progressed only to start again.
If I could make you feel,
experience a hint of what I see,
when I embrace the muse of dance
the world would be better place.
If I could ask you to dance,
lead you to that ecstatic place,
God would grants us a boon,
Bound By Serenity[Late night gathering]Bound By Serenity2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Pools are the softest mirror, fusing like bodies to the beat.
Bully a booming water bed as two.
Sweet beaming bunnies and big bear's money will join you.
Differentiated by what?
By what hair made the crew cut.
I run my own company and I know what to do. The arms of this branch I developed are arising and thriving. I'd rather die in the growth than in the shame of never trying. Perhaps that's why.
Poem - Life of MemoriesLife of MemoriesPoem - Life of Memories2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Poem for Day 241 – 20150830
To make a life of memories,
in technicolor with all the perks.
More exotic than the norm,
we'll make our mark upon the world.
View the colors so bright to eye,
splashed across the panorama.
Nothing's changed in our lives,
except for the love of it all.
Production values of the Travel Channel,
excitement of a Sci-Fy show,
we'll make an evening cinematic
in 3D with surround sound.
Living life to that pop song track,
the one I heard on the radio.
Now it is my life's mantra.
I hope I don't owe royalties!
Exciting people, cast of thousands,
extras in life's big drama.
They'll welcome us with open arms,
natives of the promised land.
Exotic locations, some far away,
most closer to our backyard.
open our eyes and see the views,
landscapes reborn once again
How is this done you may ask,
the answer is simple you will hear.
Seeing the world in celebration
will bring out the magic in the moment.
To make a life of memories,
brighter than we could c
Mental, HigherPatterned tile tripped in the hallwayMental, Higher2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Because the passage is overly winded.
It should not become indistinguishable from the floor
Because common looks are gimmicks.
Though they're the hydrators making similar spots seamless,
Colonist skies settled on the floor are historically meaningless.
They're as dreamless as a professor progressing the genius.
With this in mind, it mounted the walls in a journey to the roof.
I wonder how that will go.
MoonpathWalk with me unto the moon,Moonpath2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
have no fear, we shall get there soon.
For though we walk but slow; 'tis true,
She rises up to greet us too.
See there her daughters shimmer on the waves
and with their forms our path revealed
Leading us from this earthly grave
to where our souls are celestially sealed.
EINZIGARTIGHerzenswege sind organisch regeEINZIGARTIG2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
als trieb-gesteuerte Manege:
blind um sich schlagend Raubtier
im Kampf um sein Revier!
spülen täglichen Abfall!
Sehn-Süchtige neuer Erlebnisse!
Dauersucher nach Inhalt!
so ziehen sie lauthals umher
und lieben stetig öfter!
was lieblos sich derart vermehrt
missbraucht (R)eingeistige Wörter!
Seelenwesen hingegen bewegen sich
jenseits gelobter Liebesschwüre -
sie folgen keinem äuß'ren Irr-Licht
im Strom verhaltensgleicher Züge
© j.w.waldeck 2015
Please do not USE anything
of my work!
Strings with The PathArguing like a flicker to the screen.Strings with The Path3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Expanding the condensed quote about it.
Meaning morphs into a revolutionary to bring about it.
Never too early to box with the package.
Never too late to complain about the lackage,
Especially when the mystery's too vague to know what the kind mean.
Hunted luck gets roadblocks up and it's hard to travel up.
What makes a watered clover?
What makes drunk drips when it's older?
Grateful lightening will shake hands or a selfish one shakes me
But business bolted like it wants to hate me.
Apparently luck is a taco that refuses to unravel up.
Die Rolle gelagerten Zahnwerksdem Endgültigen nach, ausgerichtetDie Rolle gelagerten Zahnwerks4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
wird alles durch den Tod gelichtet:
Unterschichten ohne Unterschiede!
eingebuddelt in dunkle Tiefen:
Abgründe, voller Opferliebe!
die falsch auf Erden
erfinden im Leidensreigen
und andere schwarze Listen
von inniger Welt entblößt:
von Löwen in Arenen gemieden
deren Todesgötze verstört
heilig darin sind die Rollen!
Ausführer - die Vorgaben wollen
Papageien augeleuchteter Art -
hinter Mauern und Käfigspracht:
felsenfest – so ist's recht!
Kuppel auf Kuppel
Gekrümmte, zu Boden gestreckt
süchtig nach versprochen Lohn
WÜrmer, deren Unterwelt untergeht
verbuddelt in nasse Löcher!
Gründer gepries'nen Herrenwegs -
verseucht bezeugt Grundwasser
© j.w.waldeck 2015
Please do no
Watch Where You Stomp Your Frakenstein FeetWatch where you stomp your big Frankenstein feetWatch Where You Stomp Your Frakenstein Feet4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
And mind where you lash that cobble stone tongue.
Why have you verbal bombs set on repeat,
Treating your dear siblings something like dung?
You stomp on their faces, wishes, and hearts,
Or toss them away, fish too small to keep.
And yet still living, they're left in plague carts,
Where you keep tossing them into a heap.
Are you a Christian, or is this a sham?
To follow the Savior, and be a man,
You cannot keep up this scandalous scam,
Throwing your siblings in dirty trash cans.
Get down on your knees 'fore the day is done,
Or suffer as your lone soul is undone.
Short Leash If your number of daysShort Leash 6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
is on a short leash,
every hour of sleep
is squandered time.
Perched Parrot PresentsAlways thought my words were weightless wings until someone fed from the feed and fell from the weight. It wasn't an attempt to measure how hard and heavy I cook my answers, but rather a preview test for the end score.Perched Parrot Presents6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
You could know the bullet but you can't know the gun.
Murder on my mind broadcasting peace life.
Life is not where street signs lie.
That's why feet also run.
After the jog, a surge!
The frozen are like ice,
Melting away from a warmth of nice.
And you expect them to stay the same.
Sorry to let you know
That through the maze that's not the way.
Safety has a purpose.
I Walk By FaithI walk by faith and not by sightI Walk By Faith1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
It is the Word of God that is my light
I have no reason to fret the darkness at night
For I walk by faith and not by sight
There's no need for worry, no need for fear
Because the Bible says that God is always near
And though I don't always feel His grace in my seasons of tears,
It is the Lord, through His Word and prayer, I choose to hear
My emotions often fail me; they usually lie
If I trust my deceitful heart, I'll eventually die
During the moments of pain, and during the days when I cry
God's loving words soothe me in the manner of a lullaby
I walk by faith and not by sight
I will trust God with all of my might
There is a way to me that may seem right
But I choose to walk by faith and not by sight
Poem - Lives CombinedLives CombinedPoem - Lives Combined1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Poem for Day 236 – 20150824
So many things to mark with prose,
cast of thousands have passed
intersecting my life contrary.
Unknowing companions of my walk,
do they know the masques that contrive
to hide my true self from their sight?
Times, places, friends, enemies,
testimony to the continued journey
of these fifty and more years.
Joys, sorrows, wins, defeats,
more have passed than I can count,
molding me all these many years.
Ink the pen and smooth the page,
it is time to put to prose
the truth of the one you think you know.
Ink of blood, sweat, and too many tears,
parchment from the joy and toil of many days,
these are the tools I will take to hand.
How do I share myself in words
sufficient to illustrate me
to a curious world at large?
I'll be the honest man for the audience,
more than I can be for myself,
share the truths of life almost lived.
Take down the masques and turn them round,
name each with their own history
labels of my flawed humanity.
Knights PonderSine waves vibrating off the sign.Knights Ponder2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Low but loud rumble is like giving trophies to the humble.
What's the award for a fallen detour?
Does heroism tour for applause and more?
Maybe that's why the villains are such performers.
Director to a stage world scripted can't call it "mine"
Because that title's a football all player teams fumble and tumble
On. That leaves blown tissues to trash.
Can't even get a walk out without a clean pass.
Trashmen of the ghetto are the informers!
What Music Can BeIt can be sadnessWhat Music Can Be2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
on a somber violin
whose notes show the weight
of someone's past sins.
It can be joy
from an old piano
as each key tap
makes you dance from head to toe.
It can be adventure
strummed on a guitar
as a bard tells a tale
of a hero from afar.
Music can be these
and many many more.
"How many?" you ask.
Why don't you explore?
Poem - Pardon MePardon MePoem - Pardon Me2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Poem for Day 231 – 20150819
Pardon me if I assume the worst,
that human nature will take its course.
Motivations will rule the day
as selfish interests do hold sway.
Don't assume I am the cynic,
my attitude is quite healthy.
I hold nobody in lower regard,
see that I judgment myself in same way.
With perfect love and perfect trust
the human being does excel.
Trust the snake to hold to its kind
and you'll know the outcome before its time.
Just know that self interest ends
at the edge of reward and punishment.
Life is grand when motivations are the same,
must less so when our lives conflict.
Do not assume others are malcontent,
no more than yourself may be.
You're just meeting the edge of life,
the place of conflicted priorities.
Beware calling the kettle black
when you are the pot of same shade.
Perhaps you consider them quite evil
because they are a mirror to your misdeeds.
In the end we all strive for contentment
while we ignore the rest of life.
The knives are drawn in
Burnt ChangeOne day I recollected the scraps of fantasy I used to imagine and pieced together this:Burnt Change2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
[Penny child: January 4th, 1998]
Person of nature with power is a person of interest to all.
They suspect this suspect in the trees
But my only crime is giving branches and bark a little more green.
I just knitted an innocent sweater for the winter business' two claws.
Paw at me if you desire;
Spinning wheels must retire
After revolutions blow up and you're still below.
I keep my friend warm for the stage show.
[Dollar adult: August 19th, 2015]
Facts before tasks.
Truth becomes a chessboard, only follow the light.
Darks turn on white and gets stacked last.
Pawns, kings and queens loaded into the sack.
I trim the table for less to stand
So when you fall over is your last chance.
The final plan to see if your blueprint
In a colorful world wasn't worth a damn.
[Difference Retrospect: January 1st, 3005]
Reports of a dark horse
Sailing for light eras to stop taking their course.
Classes are for
SuperterrestriaA cloudy expanse, white and thin;Superterrestria2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Floating aloof; the cool air calms;
Meditating in another World,
With no concern for anything;
Lost in the Beauty of the Stillness,
Dropping the dead weight of Mortals;
Floating weightless; inner Peace abounds;
Meditating on Nothing, yet All,
My eyes gaze entranced, I move not;
In Bliss there's Ev'rything, yet Nothing.
In this Realm of Blissful Souls,
Spirits alone dwell solitary;
One is always alone in Bliss,
Where Peace reigns supreme;
One deigns not subject Themself
To the Chaos of Others;
Alone One can meditate undisturbed
Endlessly for the duration of Eternity;
Above the peaks of Earthly domains,
The Beings meditate silently.
The monochrome meditation, the
Monotonous whistling Silence;
The motionless Stillness,
The insubstantial Beings;
In Peace abides the Repose of Souls;
The weightless Bliss holds my Mind,
But I sink below the clouds;
My feet touch the snowy ground,
My Soul, Spirit, and Body meld,
And I return to the Realm of Chaos.