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241. Supernatural Power

     by Paul Davis - 2007-01-31
     Supernatural power Flowing every hour When we pray and obey Trust God everyday Get our own will Out of the way Wrestle with flesh and self Tirelessly day by day Quiet our mind When it tries t...

242. America the Porn Pusher of the Planet

     by Paul Davis - 2007-01-30
     America, America God shed His grace on Thee But what have you done With your cherished liberty? You turn the head on adultery You disregard porn on TV Your theatres full of nudity Music with indiscret...

243. God Save Our Children

     by Paul Davis - 2007-01-29
     God save our children From dangers and devils From murderous decrees of Pharaohs Hedonistic haters like Herod Who despise the prophetic seed Pedophiles and abductors Strangers and kidnappers Wh...

244. Fine Art Whimsical Angels Commission Me, So I Paint Precious Images

     by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen - 2007-01-29
     Fine art whimsical angels commission me I paint art work in butterfly gardens precious images and yet...The leaves were made of plastic The stones were made of silk and all the flower petals lined th...

245. The Watcher, Before I Leave You

     by Conrad Trudelle - 2007-01-27
     Listen to the rhythm of the beat of your soul. Listen to how it sings it's verse. Listen to the timber as it plays its cords. Listen to its hush as it plays your heart 's strings.Let your soul soar; ...

246. Dad's Star

     by Joanne Hale - 2007-01-26
     Billions of stars, shining so bright In the dark, ink-coloured sky each night Always present, though not always seen Clouds covering the black, special dream. One of those stars, a diamond, I know Re...

247. The Gatherings of Mythical Creatures

     by Joanne Hale - 2007-01-26
     The mythical creatures all met one night When the moon was full, big and bright Gathered together - united as one The creatures amassed to share in some fun. The kingdom was alive - haunting and misty...

248. African American Poetry - The Players, The Times, The Themes, The Struggle!

     by Sarah H - 2007-01-24
     African American Poetry is a form of literature that is basically an expressive and colorful form of the emotions of the black and enslaved populations of America. Many of the themes of early African ...

249. Broken Glass

     by Paul Davis - 2007-01-23
     Broken glass Lying on the floor Broken glass It is no more Broken glass Shattered into pieces Dreams gone awry Desperately she does cry Tears fill each eye As midnight draws nigh Her stomach...

250. I Can't Take it Anymore

     by Paul Davis - 2007-01-23
     I can't take it anymore! God help! I'm at my wits end It seems there is no friend Nearby to hear my heart's cry To understand why Surely my plight is out of sight Beyond their view and eye My intense ...

251. Forget Things-Seek the King

     by Paul Davis - 2007-01-22
     Forget things That cannot bring Joy, peace, nor anything Pertaining to righteousness Purity and holiness Neither that which is glorious Certainly things cannot Enable you to enter God...

252. Know It All

     by Paul Davis - 2007-01-22
     Know it all Standing oh so tall Brilliant in thine own sight Always ready to be condescending Concerning others in plight Ever ready to instigate a fight To project thy proud self Any time day or nigh...

253. Grandpa Of Cayuga Street-Dedicated To: Anton Siluk-A Poem

     by Dennis Siluk - 2007-01-22
     Grandpa of Cayuga Street (Back in the mid-'60s; St. Paul, Minnesota)Dedicated to Anton SilukWho was he? I kind of misplaced him when I was young, his rustic voice, and broken English comes back to m...

254. The Grand Sunday Fair & The Sighting of Mary (In English and Spanish) Poetry from Huancayo, Peru

     by Dennis Siluk - 2007-01-22
     10 Grand Sunday Fair of HuancayoThere is no silence In the grand market place Of Huancayo- Eyes all searching Flickering like candle sticks At the many possibilities.So many people Like swarms of bee...

255. Night Over Huancayo (A poem in Spanish and English) Dedicado a Elizabeth Zapata y Michael Cuttone))

     by Dennis Siluk - 2007-01-22
     Night over Huancayo (In the Plaza de Arms)One can see Shadows lurking, along the streets... A casual stroll, by old folks, People drifting aimlessly Noticeable- (to and fro)) back and forth in the Pla...

256. The Shameless Summer (Cayuga Street, St. Paul, MN 1960s)

     by Dennis Siluk - 2007-01-22
     The Shameless Summer (And the old mud hole of Cayuga Street)The street-road was being torn up, to be a highway, A number of men worked at the end of the street Where there reside two dead ends, South ...

257. Demons and Devils (Finger Jabbing)

     by Dennis Siluk - 2007-01-22
     Somewhere along the plane, in the rain, the world changed The worm that worries is not man, but the devils hands as we dye and he lives (worries about his command) Weep when you can, wish in a world t...

258. I Am The Watcher III

     by Conrad Trudelle - 2007-01-21
     OBSERVATIONS;Who is my brother a question to ask a statement to makeWhen the question is asked what limit shall I set do I look to family only or go beyondMy brother is he who needs no matter where h...

259. From Whose House Does the Secret Sound of a Jade Flute Fly?

     by Gerald Marchewka - 2007-01-20
     In a lovely description of heavenly sounds that may captivate the mind, and capture the human soul, this provocative poem embraces the venerable notion that music is, none other than, .... the sacred ...

260. Two Poems: Never to Return (Lost Children) & The Sot

     by Dennis Siluk - 2007-01-20
     Never to Return(Dedicated to the Ugly Children)) you know who you are))See, they never return;Ah, see the grown children, marching on,Slow they go, uncertain where, thus, they weave!See, they never re...

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