‘IF’

Fantasy’s
entertaining

in

leisure.

Time

for wandering
about

without a destination

is not now…

Hear mankind’s
‘cry’…

“For we know

that all creation keeps on groaning together
and being in pain together

until now.”
Rom. 8:22.

‘Non-fiction’
on a day of ‘testing’

may not be
one’s pleasure

but the year of ‘good will’
is fast ending.

The ‘day of vengeance’ is approaching
to take full stock
of mankind’s measure…

“This means everlasting life,
their coming to know you,

the only true God,

and the one whom you sent,
Jesus Christ.”
John 17:3. … More ‘IF’

Why War. . .

Why War. . . “Look! darkness will cover the earthand thick gloom the nations”.Isa. 60:2. Then seen:“I saw heaven opened, and look!a white horse. And the one seated on it is called Faithful and True,and he judges and carries on warin righteousness.”Rev. 19:11. *** In 1914God’s enemyhad been oustedfrom his ‘once’ heavenlystation… *** “Now there … More Why War. . .

Marching On. . . 21st Century Love During a Time of Violence: Wayne & Sabrina (18) 1st draft

A pulsating dark
demonic rhythm;
yet glorious
as northern lights
dancing
hither then dither.

These I beautifully suffer
as silent hymns–
a dirge. My urgings to
peek

the exhilarating
heights
of forever love

plummeted
into valleys steep.

The vivid visuals
of orange
and other range
of cascading colors

Lost

in the
swirling of
my crippling despair.

I inhale sharply
the
piercings

as the pressure
from deep
submerging

explode
this regrettably
enlarged
heart.

The supreme
red drippings

from past dilated pupils

mingling the blues
of my spirit

sprout royal purple
hues

as pathetic
gurgles
escape my throat.

I hope…
yes wish

for freeing
release of your
drowning

apathy.

Once crazed
I lazily sink dazed

hasty to end this
lonely month

in which lovers
gaze

over forgotten lunch
too amorously near

for me to enviously peer.
February.
More Marching On. . . 21st Century Love During a Time of Violence: Wayne & Sabrina (18) 1st draft

Marching On. . . 21st Century Love During a Time of Violence: Wayne & Sabrina (17) 1st draft

Tell Me… I’m Listening.

https://allpoetry.com/story/15340961-Tell-Me-.-.-.-I-m-Listening.–contest-Poetry-from-Prompt–I-m-lis-by-Seah-Ray

Sing me tales of love.
Sweep my feet off worry’s path.
Kiss my lobs with words
of poets who lift spirits
through suet’s release.
Hear river’s rinse of refuse.
Birds still chirp during
dew of mourning’s soured songs
sung; repeated–mine
ears inclined to sweet, reject
shrill notes of train’s peel
heard loud in rear. Me? On track.
Listening to splendid winds. … More Marching On. . . 21st Century Love During a Time of Violence: Wayne & Sabrina (17) 1st draft

BELIEVE

Your lifted limb–leg
projected out

at first,
even warily

over
sea

turbulent

though, no bridge
seems to be

any
where

outsiders’

eyes
can see

what you
perceive

based
upon

previous histories

learned

once you lean

forward

in motion

agitated waves

will depart;
a path

tranquil

instilled

to chill
your angry ocean…

Believe…

***

“Faith

is the assured expectation
of what is hoped for,

the evident demonstration
of realities

that are not seen.” Heb. 11:1. … More BELIEVE