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As It Is Written

Submitted by jjbreunig3 on Thu, 2014-03-27 11:13

Where one’s mind goes,
the Man will always follow.
Are you paying attention
to what may be tomorrow?

Faith always agrees with God
and the messages of His Word.
Take random thoughts captive.
Is it Him, that you’ve heard?

Be freed from mental bondages;
improve your thinking today.
Read the Biblical instructions
and get a new life underway.

Meditate on the Scriptures.
Reduce your inner turmoil;
Pray for the presence of God
and be covered with holy oil.

The Wind (Stan's WS)

Submitted by alidzain on Thu, 2014-03-27 06:37

It travels across the seas,
the mountains and the trees,
passing through villages
and great modern cities

Its gentle touch
is like a lover's caress,
soothing and comforting
a troubled soul laid to rest

It makes me grateful
on a hot, summer's day,
when the heat is intense,
making me sweat all day

When it is erratic and violent
it's a force to be feared
as it devastated the cities,
inflicting a million hurts

Workshop: 
The right amount of imagery (let's begin)

We Are As Gods

Submitted by BettyBuff on Wed, 2014-03-26 18:30

I am a Trans-Human
I am the child of Homo Sapiens

My thoughts
once derided
unproven
despised
now flow in
our children's DNA

We are now as
Gods
So we act
like them

No disease
rotting flesh
No poverty
corrupting morals
No rich
No c u l t u r e
No Point

I am foreshadowed
Born of woman?
That will soon cease
your voice silenced

Are you 'human'?
Who cares...

Goodbye/Lucky by Ron Woodruff

Submitted by BlueDemon77 on Wed, 2014-03-26 14:57

Goodbye/Lucky by RW

I have to find the barrier, the drop,

the scarier stop

The rest of the 80-90 empirical proof

If I'm a goof I'm glad to be so

loud and free

though I often whisper

Open scars and mean guitars

my family name will not last

The past, the apathetic Czars

the prototype, the blast

I am quite insane

looking through cellophane

but despite have had a transcendent life

as fun as spontaneous writes rife

with honesty, sometimes ugly

somber or unleasant

In The Western Meadows (the right amount of imagery WS)

Submitted by Rula on Wed, 2014-03-26 14:32

In the western meadows I lost my heart
while strolling 'round with a little sparrow
then never after found my way out.

On the pastoral lands I rolled about
and walked along where brooks would furrow.
In the western meadows I lost my heart.

I trod the rocky routes that wore the mount
and walked when raging winds went slow,
then never after found my way out.

I followed the waterfalls, to hear a shout
that prayed one day to stop the falling-show.
In the western meadows I lost my heart.

Workshop: 
The right amount of imagery (let's begin)

pork aplomb

Submitted by emeka ozurumba on Wed, 2014-03-26 13:52

brittle star
reef dwelling armour
stud clamour minotaur

dinosaur silence scientists
endanger with saw scholastic
score sore densely hair
calcite carbide chemist
in mist mint dressed lamb lab
fibers febrile
the spiritual capacity of in-necessity
in vertebrae spinach brae hay
drear day play mast
pageant rise
ferocious that a mustang can kill
wheel meal that is all that meal
palm oil veal plangent tranquil

Credit all

Submitted by loved on Wed, 2014-03-26 05:50

Give credit to the creator....
we all are such ones ....each one of us …you too are a creator of likes ...
even if you can’t comment or don’t wish to...

We all share in this world what little we know....
Let egos be shelved
and help share what others know.....

I am a creature of sharing...by now all do know....
share that I know ...and what through my eyes does flow
as a butterfly flies and glows ...the candle -----its life blows....

Just a Star

Submitted by docmaverick on Wed, 2014-03-26 03:30

So I want to know
what am I in this life?

the answer's cutting edge
surely cuts like a knife

because there has to be a blade
that's honed and cuts true

and that's the blade deep inside of you.

They'll blame it on surroundings
and the powers that be,
blame it on the wind, or the fallen tree,

I'm not going to let them blame it all on me,
I'm just a star Universally.

Who am I,
in the grandest of schemes?

a reflection of my life
plus my wildest dreams,

R a y l o s s

Submitted by Esker on Tue, 2014-03-25 23:09

Courtesan blood
rubied
this saturation
like the weather

bold lonliness
steps loud
down oiled walls
bright and lacquered

the jangle of keys
from full length leather
creaking in her lean
with a hip
the perfume
blazing in the cold
damp cooking
smells and neglect
the grand empress
swaying with age

light falls into the shadows
stretching
tired on an oriental
rug
chaise lounge stacked
tumbled with magazines

Sinalagmang Pensaminto (A Visayan Version of 'Random Thoughts')

Submitted by KatrinaPhotophobia on Tue, 2014-03-25 14:59

Diri sa gamay na kahon,
Gina abli nako ang mga pensamintong lawom
Ga laag, ga laag,
Ga lihok.

Diri sa gamay na kahon,
Mas kusug ang tingog sa orasan
Tik tak, tik tak
Nag siyagit.

Kining kalaga ang maoy mu tag- an sa iyang kataposan
Muhigda siya lugar na walay pagpamulak,
Mabungol ang mga dalunggan; ug mga baba ma amang
Kamatayon ang Heneral na akong tagaan sa akong saludar nga tinud-anay.

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