Submissions by J-D-E
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Mostly Rhyming poetry. Some prose. Many Christ centered poems. I don't shy away from the darker aspect of life though. Even a few children poems.
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
28th Oct 2012 6:23am
28th Oct 2012 6:23am
Dreams of demon
I stand in the heat. I am a warehouse guard. I straighten my neckline and look around, nervous and apprehensive.
The streetlight outside flickers annoyingly, I am afraid that the power will go out.
I hear a noise! it came from the warehouse. I enter it, I monotonously begin to search the many rows of endless unnamed cargo. . . I hear a banging sound! I stop . . . my breathing is heavy.
"hello" I call; "is anyone there?" I say. Time drifts by like sand.
Suddenly the lights flicker and go out. I can not see anything, I do not have a...
The streetlight outside flickers annoyingly, I am afraid that the power will go out.
I hear a noise! it came from the warehouse. I enter it, I monotonously begin to search the many rows of endless unnamed cargo. . . I hear a banging sound! I stop . . . my breathing is heavy.
"hello" I call; "is anyone there?" I say. Time drifts by like sand.
Suddenly the lights flicker and go out. I can not see anything, I do not have a...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Oct 2012 6:19am
28th Oct 2012 6:19am
Wings of fate
Air the battle grim
the angels do preside,
brave men upon their wings
to victory they ride.
Men toasting every night
the battles of each day,
for with every battle won
there is a price to pay.
And of the widows and the orphans,
who has heard their pleas?,
Though angels watch over men,
who watches over these?
Of the souls that die,
where does there spirit go?
Unto the heavens above
or into the ground below?
The answer to these questions,
The answer to these qualms,
are surely sorted out,
by...
the angels do preside,
brave men upon their wings
to victory they ride.
Men toasting every night
the battles of each day,
for with every battle won
there is a price to pay.
And of the widows and the orphans,
who has heard their pleas?,
Though angels watch over men,
who watches over these?
Of the souls that die,
where does there spirit go?
Unto the heavens above
or into the ground below?
The answer to these questions,
The answer to these qualms,
are surely sorted out,
by...
738 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Oct 2012 4:57pm
27th Oct 2012 4:57pm
I accidentally a Limerick
There once was a mare with blond hair,
and a brother who was really quite fare.
And all through the day
she would work and not play;
till he told her to rest without care.
and a brother who was really quite fare.
And all through the day
she would work and not play;
till he told her to rest without care.
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Oct 2012 4:50pm
27th Oct 2012 4:50pm
Sickness
The smell of a mare in heat, makes me red in cheek-
I'll lie and say it's hot, though closer to the truth than not.
The sight of a six legged trot, fills my heart with envi rot.
. . .I guess I really am a sorry fuckedup sot.
I'll lie and say it's hot, though closer to the truth than not.
The sight of a six legged trot, fills my heart with envi rot.
. . .I guess I really am a sorry fuckedup sot.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Oct 2012 1:14am
27th Oct 2012 1:14am
Hope is a lie
(this does not reflect my personal beliefs)
Hope is a myth.
To live is to die, to die is to die, there is no hope.
I see the world ashen, aflame, burned, scorched, molten, squelched.
My soul thirst for that which is right; it cries out for goodness, is weeps for justice!
The world mourns the dead, I mourn the world.
All my rising is a burden, better had it been if I was never born than to witness the destruction of the world I came into.
Life is an unending road of burning tires and weeping mothers. All my hope is turned to despair.
Hope is a myth.
To live is to die, to die is to die, there is no hope.
I see the world ashen, aflame, burned, scorched, molten, squelched.
My soul thirst for that which is right; it cries out for goodness, is weeps for justice!
The world mourns the dead, I mourn the world.
All my rising is a burden, better had it been if I was never born than to witness the destruction of the world I came into.
Life is an unending road of burning tires and weeping mothers. All my hope is turned to despair.
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Oct 2012 1:10am
27th Oct 2012 1:10am
The center of earth
What dwells upon the seas of molten core?
A billowing bubbling molten shore.
Darkened save for molten light,
Heated far beyond your sight.
In darkest depths and deepest shores.
Lies the creaming molten core.
Some say evil souls there dwell.
Some say that it is a place of hell.
A place of torment, a place of hate,
of gnashing teeth of eternal fate.
We'll never truly ever know, unless there in our soul does go.
And so tonight as you lay to bed, know that within the earth is screaming dread.
. . . sleep well
A billowing bubbling molten shore.
Darkened save for molten light,
Heated far beyond your sight.
In darkest depths and deepest shores.
Lies the creaming molten core.
Some say evil souls there dwell.
Some say that it is a place of hell.
A place of torment, a place of hate,
of gnashing teeth of eternal fate.
We'll never truly ever know, unless there in our soul does go.
And so tonight as you lay to bed, know that within the earth is screaming dread.
. . . sleep well
763 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Oct 2012 7:09am
26th Oct 2012 7:09am
Mankind thou art
Mankind; a terrible and wonderful artwork.
A masterpiece of materials not prone to being crafted.
Harder than granite yet more brittle than sandstone.
A wonderful artwork of colors and shapes; a horrid tapestry of blood and tears.
A masterpiece of materials not prone to being crafted.
Harder than granite yet more brittle than sandstone.
A wonderful artwork of colors and shapes; a horrid tapestry of blood and tears.
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Oct 2012 7:09am
26th Oct 2012 7:09am
A drop of inspiration
poetry flows in my veins,
like water from the mountain of ideas in my head ,
flowing into the rivers of my mouth and the valleys of my fingers.
Falling like rain letter by letter word by word,
blotting the pages of my notebook,
flooding the internet and watering thirsty souls,
watering stiff tongues,loosening lips and freeing minds so that new ideas spring up.
Poetry flows through my veins because of the ideas that flood into me from foreign streams, flowing from a mountain of ideas from those I never met,
perhaps they read something I wrote which inspired...
like water from the mountain of ideas in my head ,
flowing into the rivers of my mouth and the valleys of my fingers.
Falling like rain letter by letter word by word,
blotting the pages of my notebook,
flooding the internet and watering thirsty souls,
watering stiff tongues,loosening lips and freeing minds so that new ideas spring up.
Poetry flows through my veins because of the ideas that flood into me from foreign streams, flowing from a mountain of ideas from those I never met,
perhaps they read something I wrote which inspired...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Oct 2012 9:35pm
25th Oct 2012 9:35pm
New song
With blackened heart, and corrupted mind,
I came to you in darkest time.
You picked me up, you made me whole,
you cleansed my mind, you cleansed my soul.
you filled my head with godly things.
Now my heart new songs it sings.
songs of grace, songs of power,
songs of love to you I shower.
I wrote this for God,
but I share it with you;
here's hoping you see,
Gods love shining through.
I came to you in darkest time.
You picked me up, you made me whole,
you cleansed my mind, you cleansed my soul.
you filled my head with godly things.
Now my heart new songs it sings.
songs of grace, songs of power,
songs of love to you I shower.
I wrote this for God,
but I share it with you;
here's hoping you see,
Gods love shining through.
685 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Oct 2012 9:33pm
25th Oct 2012 9:33pm
Proverb
A person's greatest enemy is his mouth, but there is no sharper sword than the tongue. Master it and it will be your greatest ally.
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SONG LYRICS
Published
25th Oct 2012 00:41am
25th Oct 2012 00:41am
Greater God Than I Knew
God your far greater than ever I knew, than when first I asked for forgiveness from you.
Emblazoned and emboldened, ignited and aghast, that never I knew your love was so vast.
My new hope, my cry!, my plea!, is salvation be shown to all who I see.
Your love your grace your wisdom your power, will never again I ever dishonor.
For salvation is the greatest gift that I see, than ever there was a gift given to me.
My load is now light, my burdens are gone, now taken away by my savior your son.
Emblazoned and emboldened, ignited and aghast, that never I knew your love was so vast.
My new hope, my cry!, my plea!, is salvation be shown to all who I see.
Your love your grace your wisdom your power, will never again I ever dishonor.
For salvation is the greatest gift that I see, than ever there was a gift given to me.
My load is now light, my burdens are gone, now taken away by my savior your son.
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