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Good trusts evil.
It doesn’t want to believe that evil is capable of evil.
Good believes evil and thinks it is also good.
Good believes evil is like itself.
Evil assumes a position of power.
Evil must convince good, that it too, is good.
Evil must be surrounded by good, so its evil goes unchecked.
It is those who are good who ultimately enact evil’s chaos.
An error perhaps? For evil would never do evil.

Here is something I wrote way back in 1993. Don't know why this has stuck with me all these years, but I like it.

The Tribe Of

Dead among the living living among the dead
The tranquil war rages on the beast has awoken
He arose from his grave I guess he never really died
He probably never really will I remember when he came
But that doesn't matter now the snakes eat his flesh
He loves it
Love what a trivial word we use it only when it suits us
Hate we use it as a weapon makes us feel good
Life how sad nothing but a play where the actors sit naked in a room with bloody towels over their heads and quote lies
Death how much wonderment
We fear it but I welcome him with open arms it is nothing but a new beginning
Rain is falling
The beast is sleepy once more
You'll get used to it
Maybe
I love you
Goodnight to all
The watcher has come and I dare not defy him.

A "FOUND" CHEROKEES' PRAYER

I GIVE THANKS TO THE GREAT WHITE SPIRIT

THE ONE WHOSE VOICE IS MINGLED WITH THE WINDS

WHOSE SPIRIT IS WITH HIS PEOPLE.

I AM GRATEFUL TO HE WHO ANSWERS THE GRANDFATHERS PRAYER.

THE EARNEST PRAYER. THAT WE MAY CONTINUE AS A PEOPLE.

THE PURE SENDING OF PEACE AND UNITY. THE SCATTERED DESIRE.

YOU HAVE ALLOWED THE GRANDFATHERS THEIR HOPE.

I HAVE HEARD THE DRUMS AND RECEIVED THE BLESSING IN MY EARS AND ON MY HEAD.

MAY I RISE IN THE MORNING STRONG TO SEE THE DAY.

A DAY WHEN OTHERS LIKE ME, FIND THEIR PLACE.

A PLACE WHERE THE WIND BLOWS, THE GRASS GROWS,

AND WE ARE THANKFUL FOR ALL THINGS.

DOHI

have been working on this one for a while but this would my 3rd piece ill submit tonight let me know if this is ok Dr.Acula before i go ahead and submit it!

All things are fleeting

There are a few distinguishing moments in life when we are forced to
look back and see where we have been and where we are destined to go.
Pages from yesteryear clatter in the back of your mind.

Like wind chimes in the distance.

Ding ding dong, ding ding dong.

The sound echoes. Mostly sweet; sometimes sad.

Ding ding dong, ding ding dong.

The wind whips through the hollow of a dying tree. Echoing… mostly in your mind.
Regret cascades over you for loves that are lost and lessons learned.

Ding ding dong, ding ding dong.

The wind stops still and sounds fade anon. Your heart stops for that fleeting moment; beckoning the chimes to waken. The slow and steady pulse resumes. The levanta shifts and a new melody is born. Not quite distinguishable, but still there. She clears her throat and bells a new beginning.

Ding Dong Ding, Ding Dong Ding…

All things are fleeting.

Ding Dong Ding, Ding Dong Ding…

It’s time to answer the world’s call.

dr acula

funny that I just read yr poem about the moon cause as thread was opening, I thought to submit poem I just wrote about intense full sunset of Jan 30 a couple days ago.
here it is. single mom...can't afford an acct. would love the blessing
from
an american mom
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The sun was telling me something tonight
as it said goodbye...silently...a message...an undeniable
message.
A chorus of stars stretched across the sky
waiting to be heard
struck by the full unfolding of this beaming over reaching sun.
so close – too close – too big for my heart.
pouring out fully across the sky
like there was no
tomorrow.
stirring my soul with it's consuming brilliance.
Awesome umber undertones in a white hot shining sun pouring itself out over the sky like
a final goodbye.
Pulling me into it's aura like a relentless lover.
Saying something.
Singing a chorus of last chance light into the horizon.

I told the wind
to tell my friend
to capture the sun today and send it to me
and he did.
he knew.
he listens.
there are songs of the sun to be heard
if you listen

Falling into the ocean...the suns last burning hot burst
became
fiery mushroom cloud
billowing sunfire inside the cumulus cloud guarding the horizon.
racing my heart with images in my mind of Nagasaki
wordless screams, life evaporated.
No songs
talking no more
no green flash
no warning of the end
no escape from it's departure.
The mushroom cloud hovered at oceans edge drinking in the last light of the sun...
finally dissolving into tomorrow.
I am still listening.
There was a song inside this sunset.

The people of the land
they are listening to the heartbeart of the earth...
still...
to the songs of the sun.
the sun talks
it dances
listen.

Might be breaking the rules, but mine's a 2pt poem that I wrote a few years apart, hope you enjoy!

*ps. It's based on Stephen King material

Of Seven, Eleven, and One



There was a tower of dark divine,

Of shadow and power, of creeping vine.

Within this tower, a secret deep;

In form of flower, a Godly reap.

The flow’r, a rose, held magic of old,

It murmured in prose words bitter and cold,

Which gripped men’s hearts and bid them come.

But once this quest starts, it cannot be won.

There was a tower, my single dream,

Enslaving me to the vast N1n9teen.


Part Deux: The Not So Dark Tower

Many a tale there have been wrought,
Of the tower which anchors all.
The beams of time, of space and thought,
Which many believed would fall.

But there is a will, a strength of heart,
Which humanity has found.
It calls to us and makes us start
to wake, and look around.

We see the evils our deeds can cause,
The hate, the rage and pain.
We yearn for earthly life to pause,
We wish away the rain.

Many a tale there have been wrought,
Of the tower which anchors all.
But the war is over, the battles fought,
Our back's freed from the wall.

Alas the clouds've begun to break,
The shadow's moving on.
While truth arrives and claims its stake,
Amid a dazzling dawn.

Emblazoned in a beam of light,
The tower still stands strong.
And from the top one has the sight
To judge 'tween right and wrong.

And as the darkness fades away,
The people have a choice.
Crawl back into the silent void,
Or stand and use your Voice

For as our heartstrings amplify
Our Earthly symphony,
The Universe will breathe a sigh
And sing along with glee.

Many a tale there have been wrought,
Of the tower which anchors all.
But do not think they were for naught,
The tales were but a call.

Winter to Spring:


‘Tis long in time, and time again,
Since one has heard the tale.
Summon strength, come God and men,
In time all must prevail.

‘Twas in the hour, of the day,
At waning of the year,
When wrought in power, one did say,
‘Hope, be gone, not near.’

And like the wind,
Through fields of grass,
Hope, it turned and fled.
And left all else to fight and sass,
‘Til all our fields were dead.

But one did see what one had done,
And why no flowers grew.
And so one said, “It has begun!”
One’s trumpet then one blew.

From mountain stream a light did gleam,
So too from forest and field.
Hearts of men, united again,
Came forth with sword and shield.

Together they stood, bound but by good,
In forest, field, city.
For see they could, 'twas well understood,
Evil grants no pity.

What they fought, they knew quite not,
The enemy came all the same.
And in the midst, of the fallen's list,
The foe did alas too lay slain.

GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE


In the Garden of Gethsemane, they had arrested me,
And my friend Judas, had kissed me on the cheek,
In the house of Annas Im interrogated through ,
for how much I disobeyed them, for how much I loved you

Before Caiaphas I stood,
The Sandedrin thus had frowned
They said I couldn’t love you,
nor condemn them while I was bound

I said nothing, though the high priest said,
I adjure Tell us, by the living God,
you are the Anointed one, Son of God ?”

I told him, That he will see, under the angelic ,
heavenly applause,
Me at the right hand of the Almighty,
the "blessed" Son of God

On the cloud of heaven they shall see,
My return for my love.
My witness to all to speak,
what was ordained from above.

I had spoken earlier,
The Queen of Sheba will arise
and condemn this generation.
Sentenced to death for my sins, and yours,
forgotten is our adoration"

The Sanhedrin concurs my blasphemy
and who denies,
is my friend Peter in the courtyard,
who denies me three times.

Standing before Pontius Pilate, he says:
I made myself a King
Under Rome and the Jewish Leaders,
I have subverted many things
“Sentence him to death” he goes to authorize,
But my leaders thus denies ,
leaving it for Pilate to decide

Herods Passover Feast
is interrupted on what to do.
Kill me on the prophecy,
kill me for loving you.

Im whipped and released under Pilates plan,
to have Barabas stand in, the one who murdered a man
“Crucify him” they say regarding me,
Pilates wife has a premonition ,
she begs Pilate to see
But he washes his hands free,
he washes his hands clean

Behold the Man !

I carry my cross to Golgotha,
the Place of the Skull,
I carry my burdens for them
to crucify and to cull.
Between two criminals I hung,
while you wept tears down below.

The one who bore my child,
the one who I dared to know

My Mother by your side,
I told you not to cry.
Resurrection is a promise,
our resurrection is nigh !

From the morning until Noon,
I carried my promises for you
And from noon until three.
I died as the King of the Jews.

Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani,
My God , my God why hast thou forsaken me.
I only loved her as I loved her
and they refused to see

Ephphatha ! Be opened.
Behold. I Make everything anew !
The seals of love will be our witness,
our children will bear our truth

Amen,

Alright Dr. Astro recently had a contest on here. I participated and it was a lot of fun!

So I wanted to offer a contest myself... I've spent much time thinking about what type of contest...

I figured it would be fun to see what kind of poetry my fellow GLPers could come up with.

So do you wanna earn a full upgrade for a month?

I spent my Karma and got the Karma Prize 'Free FULL upgrade for 1 month for a friend'

The rules are simple... write us a poem... no plagiarizing! It has to be an original poem!

This contest ends on February 3rd... This Sunday Evening 7pm EST

I'll pick my top 10 faves and start another thread with a poll after 7pm EST Sunday... this poll will have the top 10 picks so that GLP can vote for the winner!


The runner up of this contest will receive an 'Free TRIAL upgrade for 1 month' I already have that Karma prize.

In order to win this prize you must have at least an registered account!! If you havent got one... make sure you create one...
your poem will not be a valid entry without at least posting it under a registered account!

Of course I am not competing lol
But I wanted to show you a poem I did...
as an example
I'm not the best poet... but its a poem none the less...
If I can write one... you can too!





Alright GLP have at it!


PS... I am refraining from commenting but im reading em all

This is an ode to one of our great men of humor and play:

Farmer Farley,
stout as barley,
when he farts,
he sounds like a Harley!

:Smiley:





RIP Chris Farley: February 15, 1964 – December 18, 1997