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There Is Peace
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Battles on Fields
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And Hell Erupted On Earth – This Week’s Picture it & Write
Tourists crowded the space like a herd of cattle. I set up my easel and exposed my paints to the scene before me. Together we would create a masterpiece landscape. I raised the quivering tip of my paintbrush to the blank canvas but a tremor threw me out of my chair. My easel fell to the ground like a wounded animal, bleeding paint. Another tremor disturbed the ground. I suddenly registered that people were screaming. The rush of footsteps created a sinister murmur. This couldn’t be happening, I thought,the volcano is dormant. I was frozen to the spot. People bustled me to the side. Those who didn’t get up were trampled. The screaming halted for a moment. A deafening roar exploded from the picturesque landscape.
- Ermisenda Alvarez
And hell erupted on earth
rising up from the core
Spewing it’s vilest poison
lapping tongue of a whore
Forked in demonic nature
ragged horns jutted forth
Ashes up from the pit
foul winds blowing them north
The screams all around me
were nothing to even compare
To the anguish I heard
crying for me to beware
As the multi-headed dragon
from within the lava arose
While there came a great wailing
as a mother in birth-pain throws
Beside it were a thousand demons
whose putrid stench filled the air
Vomited out of the pit
with Armageddon to declare
Then I woke up gagging
nostrils holding the smell
From that most frightening scene
of the world’s coming hell
“Dear God, dear God, dear God,”
I then began to pray
“Leave me not behind
to face that Judgement Day!
But rather my dear God
this I beg of Thee
If You would only allow
that ‘chosen’ I would be!”
Teresa Marie 1/28/12 ©
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A Good Candidate Is Hard to Find – NY Times Headline
A good candidate
is hard to find
By New York Times
was today headlined
Which has been found
by me as true
Who’s saying America,
God bless you?
Everyone that reads me
knows just I feel
How God from the Country
some are trying to steal
And although there’s many
who do not agree
This blog right here
belongs only to me
So you will find
it’s my point of view
Dictating what I say
and think or do
And though there are none
in the debates I see
That have all that much
made an impression on me
The votes that are counted
with the coming election day
Will choose the right one
is what I hope and pray!
Teresa Marie 1/22/12 ©
In A Tree
Ever wished that you could be
living up there in a tree?
To just reach out and touch the sky
as the clouds go rolling by
And bathe in the colors of a rainbow
as through your house they ebb and flow
To watch an eagle in all majesty
would be the grandest thing to see
As right by your window he flew
a wonderous sight of joy anew
To be a part of each new dawn
my imagination it goes beyond
Oh how I wish that I could be
living up there in a tree!
Teresa Marie 1/15/12 ©
You Give Us
Oh Mother of Earth
on you we rely
Who cares for us
though you we try
When you break down
in rage we cry
Yet because of us
you live or die
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Each year in Spring
is new life born
And with vibrant colors
the earth you adorn
When new green foliage
by trees are worn
It’s not the Winter
for which we mourn
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Oh Mother, oh Mother
of Earth in all
The Winter, the Spring
the Summer and Fall
You care for us
both great and small
The return be done
by us one and all!
Teresa Marie 1/15/12
Poetry Picnic Week 22: Spring, Colors, Trees, and New Lives
