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Poems of Inspiration and Faith
Level 4 Press is looking for suitable poems for this anthology. Poems are grouped by Western religion; Pagan religion; Eastern religion; Questioning religion; and Inspiration. Prior publication is OK as long as you own the rights to the poems. We acquire non-exclusive world rights in English, all media, so you retain the rights to the poem including granting reprint permissions to others. We will pay 1 copy of the book per accepted poem. The book will be available nationally and internation
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11/26/2008 12:25 AM PST
wow!thank you everyone!
Blessings.
11/24/2008 5:27 PM PST
Hi! Roetzheimw& everyone,
Just dropped in to ask for more feed back also on my submitted work here too,and to invite you all to come visit the Lord's project,"Christ's Pen".Read it,share it,let the Lord reach out to you with His healing love,leave comments on whats shared there, join in if you feel moved by Him to be used as His pen.
Blessings,
In His love,
Poetlife.
Just dropped in to ask for more feed back also on my submitted work here too,and to invite you all to come visit the Lord's project,"Christ's Pen".Read it,share it,let the Lord reach out to you with His healing love,leave comments on whats shared there, join in if you feel moved by Him to be used as His pen.
Blessings,
In His love,
Poetlife.
11/24/2008 9:54 AM PST
Where Am I?
Where is my body?
I cannot find it.
Do the pieces imply the whole?
Where is my mind?
I thought it was me.
Where in “me” does it exist?
Where is the “I”?
I knew it so well.
But now I am no longer sure.
Where is my body?
I cannot find it.
Do the pieces imply the whole?
Where is my mind?
I thought it was me.
Where in “me” does it exist?
Where is the “I”?
I knew it so well.
But now I am no longer sure.
11/22/2008 10:45 PM PST
Hi, I hope you find my submissions to be high-quality and suitable for the project. I look forward to any feedback or news about the poems.
Also, I started an Inspirational Poetry Project of my own a while ago, and it now has about 60 poems by multiple authors including myself. If you find any of the poems suitable, I have more poems written by me or other authors who have written inspirational poetry.
Also, I started an Inspirational Poetry Project of my own a while ago, and it now has about 60 poems by multiple authors including myself. If you find any of the poems suitable, I have more poems written by me or other authors who have written inspirational poetry.
11/13/2008 2:03 AM PST
I feel
in vanity
I feel in vanity
Old Wisdom
Old Talks
I long to be a Monk
hanging my old hair
in wind storms
in wind eyes
in wind lips
Give me Religion
Or Give me Fast Food
in vanity
I feel in vanity
Old Wisdom
Old Talks
I long to be a Monk
hanging my old hair
in wind storms
in wind eyes
in wind lips
Give me Religion
Or Give me Fast Food
11/3/2008 5:30 PM PST
A GRAVE TALE
On a lonely tombstone perched a big black crow
The inscription read Here Lies an Atheist
It saddened me and I thought, Oh My Gracious
He’s dressed to kill and has no place to go.
On a lonely tombstone perched a big black crow
The inscription read Here Lies an Atheist
It saddened me and I thought, Oh My Gracious
He’s dressed to kill and has no place to go.
8/24/2008 12:09 PM PDT
One day, in a place that's foreign to you and me
People will come together, telling stories of what they see,
They'll talk of love, of peace, of a brand of hope unknown
They'll welcome each other into their hearts and into their homes,
They may speak of war and AIDS, but in a time long since dead
They might wonder why we toiled - why we fought while they broke bread,
Of course we have no answer - of course besides our pride
Just our ignorant egos they make it hard to stand aside,
And the men who look for money, never thinking of our earth
Never asking how to save it for our kids - only asking what it's worth,
One day, in this place so different from the world we know
There will be no hate nor anger, just a land where love can grow,
And those people will remember, as we have never done
That more can be accomplished with our words than with our guns,
And they won't forget a black man whose dream would come to pass
Thank the Lord Almighty, we are finally free at last.
People will come together, telling stories of what they see,
They'll talk of love, of peace, of a brand of hope unknown
They'll welcome each other into their hearts and into their homes,
They may speak of war and AIDS, but in a time long since dead
They might wonder why we toiled - why we fought while they broke bread,
Of course we have no answer - of course besides our pride
Just our ignorant egos they make it hard to stand aside,
And the men who look for money, never thinking of our earth
Never asking how to save it for our kids - only asking what it's worth,
One day, in this place so different from the world we know
There will be no hate nor anger, just a land where love can grow,
And those people will remember, as we have never done
That more can be accomplished with our words than with our guns,
And they won't forget a black man whose dream would come to pass
Thank the Lord Almighty, we are finally free at last.
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