What God Requires
What does your Lord God require,
But to fear and walk in His ways;
Serve Him with your heart’s desire,
With all your soul giving Him praise.
Keep His commandments and statutes,
Which He’s commanding for your good;
Honoring Him with your firstfruits,
Think of Him always as you should.
The Lord your God up in Heaven,
The earth with all that is in it;
Assuring all that is given,
Provided you by His merit.
The Lord has set His heart in love,
Upon your fathers and mothers;
As you are this day all above,
Seed chosen for sisters and brothers.
Copyright © 2026 Richard Newton Sherrer
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Grip On My Soul
Can't conclude
No longer interested in you
But it's a losing situation
These eyes need rest
Given my central nervous system
For a reciprocation
That is only
A now and then.
What was a promising beginning
Has sputtered to an ending
That isn't as dramatic
As I wanted
With you in my embrace
Within a heart
That bloomed
Now aches only for you.
But you refuse
To intervene
To heal
Or break in two
It's this unknown
Driving me batty
Cause I have no control
You hold all
The cards
And the grip on my soul
Remains agonizing.
That deep feeling inside
Tells me it's gonna be alright
I'll make it through
There's no one else
Spending the night
But keeping a space beside
If you ever change your mind.
I am holding out
For a miracle
But can't continue
To wait for an oracle
That was never meant for me
As the flame is dying precipitously
You choose not to reignite.
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Shadowy Figure(s)
Blank expression
With a heart
Of an indentured servant
To the white haired
Master of emptiness
Stripped of identity
That once provided
Meaning and
Commanded respect
Wherever he went.
Now silence
Is the only state
That seems to get
Any funding these days.
Instead of venting
His spleen
On the world
Ensuring they suffer
The same indignity
He retreats behind
The iron gates
Withs signs of no trespassing
And a curt
Go away sneered
Over the intercom.
Depression has found
Its self here
And it has no intention
Of being evicted
Regardless of
Court orders
And involuntary
Commitments.
There's a lesson
In this sudden
Abdication
Of one's soul
Once the shock
Has worn off
And the choke hold
Has been released
No one irreplaceable
In this machine
Or immune to the disease.
Suffering has no distinctions
It doesn't stop
To ask for directions
Or pick a random name
Out of a book
Where friends
Are tested for their loyalty
Family tolerated you
Just as long
You didn't raise a fuss
And gave your undivided
Attention to what
Made them tick.
Its hard enough
Just trying to sleep
Without seeing shadowy
Figures in the vicinity
Of a gun toting madman
Whose whole existence
Pivots on whether
To internalize
Or externalize his hate.
Wished I could
Have been a trailblazer
Instead of a charity case
But not everyone
Makes it to the big leagues
One man's kryptonite
Is another woman's strength.
Something is gonna get you
No matter the hiding place
Either you make concessions
Accept your fate
Or wave the white flag
And be subjugated
To the worst kind of parasites
That don't need permission
To invade your terrain.
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BY JOHN D JUNGERS
13 SEPTEMBER 2026
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Regrette Rien
Relict of a past century
Facing the situation
Of a fast approaching
Sense of actual isolation.
Most friends are dead,
Contemporaries gone,
Less and less of us left
As years have moved on.
I have been so lucky,
Life has been kind
I still enjoy the use of
A full and active mind.
I can listen to the music
Of wind through the trees
As leaves softly whisper
In the slightest breeze
I can enjoy the delight of
My grandchildren growing
Well aware of the fact
My life is slowing.
Made a few mistake
Bit not really very maby
Life could´ve been boring
If I´d not made any.
Mentally twenty one
Not quite a physical wreck
But I can still freely move
So what the heck.
When it´s time to go,
I hope just not yet,
I´ll go into the darknes
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~UNBORN CHILD~
~UNBORN CHILD~
The picture is that of a 21*week*old unborn baby named Samuel Alexander Armas, who is being operated on by a surgeon named Joseph Bruner. The baby was diagnosed with spina bifida and would not survive if removed from his mother's womb. Little Samuel's mother, Julie Armas, is an obstetrics nurse in Atlanta. She knew of Dr Bruner's remarkable surgical procedure. Practising at Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville, he performs these special operations while the baby is still in the womb. During the procedure, the doctor removes the uterus via C*section and makes a small incision to operate on the baby. During the surgery on little Samuel, the little guy reached his tiny, but fully developed, hand through the incision and firmly grasped the surgeon's finger. The photograph captures this amazing event with perfect clarity. The editors titled the picture, "Hand of Hope." The text explaining the picture begins, "The tiny hand of 21*week*old fetus Samuel Alexander Armas emerges from the mother's uterus to grasp the finger of Dr Joseph Bruner as if thanking the doctor for the gift of life." Little Samuel's mother said they "wept for days" when they saw the picture. She said, "The photo reminds us my pregnancy isn't about disability or an illness, it's about a little person." "The Hand" of the fetus. You can see the actual picture, and it is awesome.incredible.
Please pass this on. The world needs to see this one.
BORN OR UNBORN CHILDREN
ARE THE GIFT FROM GOD.
PLEASE PROTECT THEM
IN THE NAME OF GOD.
In total contrast to saving the unborn child, here is a true story of a mother having her baby killed in this very sad poem. I cried when I wrote it and cry every time I read it. I wrote it for the mother so that she would change her mind but she had the baby killed regardless of my plea and requests. Father of the baby was an Air*Force Pilot who betrayed her having relations with other girls.
~UNBORN CHILD~
I have done no crime but soon I will be killed here.
My own mother is now going to have me killed here.
My father has betrayed my mother and I am here.
Mother is betraying me by having me killed here.
I am so small, I mean no harm, I want to live here.
Why mother wants me dead, it's all so wrong here.
Oh my God, Where can I turn to save my life here?
I need help, I must be saved and who will save me here?
It's a murder, it's not fair, please save me from here.
Why am I going to be killed? Explain that to me here.
No reason is good enough to kill innocent child here.
I am alive and I am growing, please let me live here.
There is no time; the date is fixed for my killing here.
I am a person, not a few cells, I want to grow old here.
It was their lust, an unsafe sex, I was conceived here.
It's their fault, I did no wrong, why am I punished here?
She won't kill my older brother but she will kill me here.
If it is a crime to be younger then no one is safe here.
I'll soon be dead, what can I do? Please God save me here.
Mother killing her own baby, it's end of the world here.
THAT MOTHER HAD ABORTION AND NO ONE SAVED THE UNBORN BABY.
I TRIED BUT FAILED. I OFFERED TO ADOPT THE BABY BUT SHE HAD
NOTHING TO DO WITH THE MAN * AN AIR*FORCE PILOT*WHO BETRAYED
HER AND SHE DID NOT WANT HIS BABY. HER ANGER WAS GREATER
THAN HER LOVE FOR HER OWN FLESH AND BLOOD. SHE HAD HER BABY
KILLED. IN MY EYES SHE MURDERED THAT BABY.
I KNOW BETRAYAL HURTS LIKE NO OTHER PAIN BUT
KILLING YOUR OWN CHILD IS NOT CHRISTIAN.
A FELLOW POET "MINETTE" WROTE THIS AFTER READING THIS POEM.
"The Bible teaches us that the shedding of innocent blood
is an abomination on to the Lord. I cannot think of any blood
more innocent than that of the unborn child. I think this write
should be posted in abortion clinics everywhere."
THANK YOU MICHELLE.
Krishna Badheka
www.poetrypoem.com/dreamweaver
2005
These flowers are symbolic of unborn babies.
These sparkles are symbolic of life in those babies.
Life starts at conception and we must protect it.
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MAKE BELIEVE
Please visit my site to read the poem as the text on picture is not visible here, thank you.
*~* MAKE BELIEVE *~*
copyright´2011 Elsie
Elsie`s Poetry ~*~ Poet5170
http://poetrypoem.com/poet5170
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Wary Witness
Not a self conscious sin
To desire more
Than the current situation
Where everything benign
While in denial
That this obsession
Isn't malignant.
But will you pick
Up the gauntlet
And finish what
I started?
When I perish
From emotional starvation?
Gone beyond the superficial
And deemed
Expedition critical
Of exploring your mind
A trait that led me
To this state
Of internia
Scratching at the door
Until my fingertips are raw.
You're driving me wild
So woefully out of style
For a man
Not ready for the rocking chair
But ineligible
To be spewing
These teenage emotions
Without a rock
To steady
Nor hobby
To distract.
Though I may
Have convinced others
That my comeback
Is imminent
My actions prove
I'm in no hurry
To produce a flurry
Of changes
That will rearrange
The outlook
Of our futures
From black and white
To a kaliescope of
Dazzling colors
To pump some life
Into this shattered vessel
That I call a soul.
Though I've died
A little each day
Since you gained perspective
By electing
Not to be driven
By your whims
No matter how fantastical.
Yet secretly you lick
Your lips
Salivating at the opportunity
That I'm at your command
Whenever you plan
On accepting that three
Is the number to play.
Neither cryptic
Or fatalistic
I had a vision
And despite the brilliant
Minds
And wary skeptics
Wanting to dismiss
It's still present.
The unsuspecting witness
To your beauty and grace
That will undoubtedly persist
Until dirt is thrown
Upon my face
Fatefully while
Saving a space
For you beside.
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