LithaSun stands still like a forge blazing in the heavensLitha11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The colours of fields and flowers woven out of its light
Where sea meets sky a heat haze hangs on the horizon
Teasing with glimpses of faeries flying just out of sight
The sun rises strong, but knows its strengths fading
The Horned One accepts His own death with His crown
For from now on till rebirth, the Sun God is waning
To the life of the land the life of the God has been bound
So jump the bonfire and burn away evil
Carry a torch in procession and bless land and home
Gather the garlands and deck all with flowers
Celebrate beauty for its sake alone
Sing of Midsummer's wonder in play
Light Swiftly FadingThe world todayLight Swiftly Fading12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Encourages many things,
And with all the confusion
Comes many stings.
Can a Christian stand it?
Well, not alone.
With Jesus you can make it,
Tho’ you’ll reap what you have sown.
The darkness flooding in
Leaves little room to breathe.
The flame that shone so brightly
Is almost gonna freeze!
Can we Christians save it;
Bringing back the light.
If we give our lives to Jesus,
We’ll make it shine real bright!
If we stand by praying,
With Jesus we’ll be strong!
Then, the light will shine brightly
And we’ll sing life’s song!
Little merit AutumnA bright Autumn morningLittle merit Autumn12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Over the horizon
With colors and lives.
And, though quickly forgotten
The luck that we see
Its wonderment, detail,
And perfect beauty,
Still blows dreams
And whispers quite fare
Through every branch
And over every care.
It brings leaves a falling
And animals on every tree
Preparing for harvest
And chattering at me.
Oh! How little merited
This beautiful season be
That brought the happy harvest
And also delivered me.
But, still, we just go around
Hurrying up for winter,
Not enjoying what GOD gives us
When Autumn we do enter.
TodayI sing in vainToday12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And in dismay
As I look around
At things today.
What are we doing?
Where have we gone?
Our fire’s burned out
And for God nothing’s done.
We just sit and we play
With all of our toys
And waste all our days
With the world’s temporary joys.
We do not witness,
Because we do not care.
And if we even read God’s Word,
Then perhaps it we would share!
But we’re far too busy
With “more important things”
Like making sex jokes
And playing with diamond rings.
Yes, rings with an “s”,
Because divorce’s far too common.
We love to destroy our kids
And enjoy every bomin’.
Inside, our lusts grow
And we celebrate sin.
We wonder at murders
And the darkness within.
When shall things change?
If they ever will.
Lord, as for me and my house,
We shall serve you still!
Hold Out Your HandLet's go outside and play hide-and-seek on the flower tops,Hold Out Your Hand14 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let's run in the sun
till the day is done-till the rain has stopped.
Look through the grass,
the morning dew;
say, "Hello," to the creatures that smile at you.
Hold out you hand, close our eyes,
open your mind-let out your thoughts that in the depths of your heads have lied.
Set them free,
watch them run,
see them frolic in the morning sun.
Close you hand open your eyes, look inside...
a world of silk with a sky of velvet,
as you watched the pink sun set,
Open your mind,
unlock the door,
see the world as you've never seen it before.
The world is big,
the world is grand;
Twists of KarmaPampered, pretty, skinny, spoiledTwists of Karma15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A princess in her castle of fear
Holds all other's plans lox and foiled
Struts her feathers in others faces
She's headed straight for hell
Steps on them with different clothes from different races
She's lost in herself
She lays in her mounds of riches
We will see how she stands in front of God himself
Breaking other's hearts, tearing out their souls
Snapping their bones, killing their spirit
Using them as mindless tools
Someday she will find herself dead
And then where will she be?
She won't be in heaven, she'll be lying in her bed
When Time stoppedMelt the clocksWhen Time stopped2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
break them with rocks
Time holds no meaning
when nothings redeeming
We chose the fallen
and now we are crawlin
The world stopped spinning
we entered a war without winning
The Dark Army Rise
but to this, there is no surprise
An endless battleground
with no white flag to be found
Souls held ultimate wealth
So stealing them became thing of stealth
So many deals were struck
Morals? no one gave a fuck
Brothers killed brothers
and backstabbing lovers
There's no crown to be found
as the beasts are unbound
They hunt in the dark
and all bare the mark
There is no end to this hell
when you've got no soul to sell
Duel SoulDuel SoulDuel Soul4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stuck in a form that seems to be of two sides,
Constant struggle for either to lead and become torn,
Either no longer rooted in light,
Or no longer wallowing in the darkness,
While in full nothing seems to be right,
But what is the answer that will ring true…
Constantly struggling in the thoughts to know which is true,
Unable to fully listen to either of the sides,
Always feeling wrong and never to be right,
These parts must be torn,
The perfect separation from what is perceived as darkness,
Or the consumption of what can be viewed as light…
What is the thought we call light?
A thought known for being honest, pure a
ey i made a rhyme that relates a dimeey i made a rhyme that relates a dime?--checkit yo cuz it just might snow-------------ey i made a rhyme that relates a dime5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
pride is a blind fold that binds us to find
only good in our selves and leave truth-ness behind/
like a gold greedy elf that puts love on a shelf
while sowing no seed as a trophy wont breed
with the rhyme that fades time not to fellow a need/
as the lust for oneself holds no water indeed,
twill be spilling the blood of there brothers with glee
while they bathe in the pool -broken trust- and dont see
that the damage they bust will be pressure us free/
into diamonds we'll haunt them thru nightmares they'll flee/
forever from fear and will reap the
Don't you agree that death looDon't you agreeDon't you agree that death loo5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that death looks free?
Liquid in my surroundings contLiquid in my surroundingsLiquid in my surroundings cont5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
contesting ancient deliria
Sadly it's never concrete
Hangatyr's OfferingHangatyr's Offering5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The wind was strong this high up, and it blew around him relentlessly.
His quest for knowledge had brought him here, and his destiny waited restlessly.
To rule the Nine Worlds, he needed to know the many secrets that one could not learn for free.
In order to be worthy of this, Óðinn impaled himself with Gungnir, and hung from Yggdeasill, that juicy Tree.
As the nine sunny days turned to nine chilling nights, the pain wracked his body endlessly.
The sacrifice he made, himself unto himself, showed his devotion to ruling selflessly.
As his vision blurred, a miracle occurred, right before Hangatýr-Óðinn's very eyes.
This Pagan Man's PlightThis Pagan Man's Plight5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This Pagan Man's Plight
Why must I abide with this conversion?
Why should I have to change how I live?
When was my faith in the Gods an unholy perversion?
To whom, my devotion and offerings, should I instead give?
You say that your almighty God is kind,
And you also say that his love is beyond beautiful.
But all I see you do is push his teachings upon my mind,
As if my faith in him and his son should already be unconditional.
Why should I change, for what is your righteous reason?
Or is there none to be found but a blade at my throat?
Or maybe, for not abiding, you can charge me with high treason.
Perhaps you could burn my home do
Prayer to GodLord, I've broke faith with you for a while,Prayer to God6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and I've grown far and apart.
But look on me, your broken tool,
and see my broken heart.
I've sinned, and hurt,
I've done few good acts.
Lord help me back upon your way,
let me see once more your path.
I've lost my way upon this road,
your footsteps became blurred.
Blind, am I, to your great works,
for some time, your voice I have not heard.
I cannot bear the weight of sin,
I've fallen from your grace.
But in my broken, sinful state,
please show me, Lord, your face.
An angel came to me here on Earth,
we danced, sang, laughed, and cried
But clipped her wings, I did in fact,
Doubtlessif you reach for the sunDoubtless6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but your wax wings melt
instead of plunging down,
try to catch yourself.
you flew because you wanted,
believed you truly could;
your wings were just idols
of wax, feather and wood.
if you open up your mind,
if you open up your soul,
you'll no more need those trinkets
to feel complete and whole;
if you believe it's really real,
if you forget they've melted away,
you'll find you've stop falling
and gravity disobey.
SavedBent down over my kneeSaved6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm tying my shoe
Trying not to flee
But still start anew
Silver rays of the moon
Meet me at the door
The tears come way too soon
I wanted so much more
I fly away on fragile wings
The night is now my home
My past overwhelmed with things
My sadness witnessed by Him alone
It was no use to run
I never got away
And when He said "Your time has come"
I still wanted to stay
However, he ignored my plea
He, who is so wise
Thanks to Him, now all I see
Is a blooming paradise
La procession des communiantesLa procession des communiantes.La procession des communiantes1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
La colonne avance au rythme lent
De la procession des communiantes,
Levant au ciel leurs yeux de croyantes
Et toute auréolées dans ce blanc.
Communion des demoiselles vierges
Quand dégouline la foi giclée
En chaude et molle cire nacrée :
Leurs mains tenant la hampe des cierges.
Des fillettes sagement vêtues,
En souliers vernis et les mains jointes
Et de leur Dieu, bientôt, comme enceintes,
Avec dans leurs yeux des rêves tus.
D’un enfant, la fontaine des larmes
Peut-elle incurver d’un Dieu le doigt
Quand un tsunami comme il se doit
Roule et gronde en énorme vacarme?
La file chemine vers le ch&oe
A path to the infiniteA path to the infinite1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A path to the infinite
This white glow
This wild flow
To your mild mind
To your mauled kind
If you are a man
Even a woman
This light will just skim you
This wave will just bless you
And as you are wondering
And as you are pondering
Where on Earth it must have gone
By which hand it has been done
One minute, the seconds have died
Wait ! But alas , you have not tied
This escaping light to your body
This everlasting odd energy
Your bitter tears are just about to drop
Soul, your stronger desire was to crop
A light lump of this eternal infinite
A little drop of this nectar to ignite
The shadowy detai
Learning to LiveLearning to Live1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Humility for me was never a virtue, nor one of my strengths
In vanity I lived, in vanity would have been my end
Reprobate is a lifestyle, usurped into the minds of man
How could we value others, when selfishness is our best friend
The same tired cycle day after day
Blinded in ignorance we can't see how we're enslaved
We've idolized the creation and the Creator we've put away
As if the creation was the source from whence we came
But glory to God a plan is always in place
That brings us back to the design that He originally made
Living to love Him and others is the lifestyle to strive for each day
Though impossible on our own to achieve, He m
The OrganThe Organ playsThe Organ1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the ceromonial halls
The Funeral for the dead
Goes on; They pass on;
The scythe seethes over
the tomb; He slices it open
and you fall;
The organ hits a foul key
and you feel as though
you are gone; and it
goes on; Everything passed on;
The reaper lurks over
the tomb; and rips open the wormhole
and your gone;
The King's Crown--The CompilationIf you who are the emptiness of space,The King's Crown--The Compilation1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And galaxies are all yours to command,
And all there is of love is in your face,
And grace flows down to us out of your hand,
Then we are blessed beyond what we have earned,
And cannot speak the depth of what we feel.
We must content ourselves with chaos spurned
While all the wounds of death within us heal.
You are the God whose love defeated Hell,
And fought for those who spurned you without cause,
And yet beyond the universe you dwell,
And set in motion love and life and laws.
Oh God, forever glorified above,
The object and the author of my love.
If you, who are the emptiness of space
Fill all that i
FateThe future is something to fearFate1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
especially in the coming years
Some people will disappear
but our path will be clear
Fire will regain
for peace to gain
A hell on earth
is a fight for turf
Just before dawn it is the darkest
and just before peace it is fiercest
In the end when we feel our pain
he will come to retake his claim
True EquityGod wants to help you absolve your fear.True Equity1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Speak with God. He will adhere.
Won't you let him in?
He floods away all sin.
Jesus Christ, the only begotten of the Father.
His spirit shall set you free, without a bother.
He gives peace without repurcussion.
Shine holy light on me once this life is done.
The only one, God's begotten son.