Thursday, January 28, 2016

Barbara Gordon- A Poem


Early one morning, I guess around three
Our little girl cried out for her Daddy and me
We rushed to her room and knelt at her bedside
She was trembling and scared, here’s what she cried.

“Daddy oh Daddy, I just had a dream!
Please hold me close Daddy and tell me what it means!
I was in Heaven and I found Mommy there,
But I couldn’t find you Daddy and I looked everywhere!”

“I ran to the gate and you where down on your knees,
Begging and crying, “Lord, let me in please!”
I turned and ask Jesus, “Please take one more look!”
With tears in his eyes, he showed me his book.

“Can’t you see Daddy; the Lord wants you to know,
When I go to heaven, he wants you to go!
So come to church with us and join us in prayer,
So when I get to Heaven I know you’ll be there!”

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Ramona Thompson- A Poem

Ramona Thompson has been writing for more then 20 years. Her credits include How To Trick The Devil, Howl, Infernal Ink, Inner Fears, Calvary Cross, Dead Snakes, This Ain't No Rodeo and many more.

Readers/fans may reach her on facebook or her e-mail

Where Feet May Fail

Oceans deep
Mountains high
No matter how far away
He is always
Close at hand
To hold you up
Won't let you fall down
Heaven always stops
The burning of Hell's fires

He will step up
To lift you up
Whenever you're feelin' low
Too low
To go on
When you think
You just can't take it anymore
There He will be
To say
Oh yes you can!

Seek and ye shall find
He's whenever
Wherever you need Him to be
Your father
Your savior
In the spirit
And the flesh
On Him
You can always depend
No doubt about it
Where feet may fail
God never will

2015 Ramona Thompson

Donal Mahoney- A Poem

After Christmas

You’re glad when 
the holidays are over  
and everyone’s gone home

and the ribbons and wrappings 
are balled up in the garbage.
Next year it won’t be a bother

after they drop the lid 
and six men wobble you out 
to the greensward where your

family cries as you’re lowered. 
Never again will you worry
about finding the right gift or

putting the right star on the tree
or getting folks to church on time.
But if He’s not waiting

to greet you on the other side
what will you do, pray tell,
about the one who is.

Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri.

Mary Bone- Three Poems

Mary Bone has been writing poetry since the age of twelve and has had poems published in newspapers, journals, magazines and online blogs. Her most recent poem accepted for publication will be in the July/August issue of Oklahoma Today Magazine.


I had compassion on my fellow man,
And now I’m trying to help him, any way I can.
I know our dear Jesus had compassion on me,
While hanging on the tree.
As He looked down through the ages,
And visualized me.
Who am I, that He would love me so,
And have such compassion long ago?
That love continues. “Why?” I do not know.

His Majesty

His majesty flows from sea to sea.
His greatness is reflected in the faces of you and me.
His majesty deserves our praise,
All the length of our days.

A Hateful Society

I’m trying to relate
In a society of hate.
It makes my teeth grate,
Only God knows our fate.

Lily Tierney- A Poem


In the back of an
empty church
she whispers
her willingness 
to forgive.

A candle lit to burn
out a demon flickering
in her memory.
Holy Water remaining still
hearing confessions.

The stains were never upon
her soul the guilt was never
hers to begin with.

Jim Boggs- A Poem

Jim Boggs is from Harlan County Kentucky and has spent 49 years working as Broadcaster in Radio and Television.  Having retired in 2015, he is currently working on, “Kentucky Twilight,” a book of regional poetry.  He resides in Hazard Kentucky.    Jim has been published in “Pine Mountain Sand and Gravel” and “Randomly Accessed Poetics.”


Rising above the tree tops
a lone church spire
points a single white finger
against a sky of blue.   
Human effort juxtaposes
with creation’s glory.
Of  all the spires I have seen
this time gave a sense
of what they mean.

Jonathan Beale- Two Poems

Jonathan Beale has 400 plus poems published in such journals as: Decanto,  Penwood Review,  The Screech Owl, Danse Macabre, Danse Macabre du Jour, Poetic Diversity, Voices of Israel in English, Miracle-E-zine,  Voices of Hellenism Literary Journal, The Journal, Ink Sweat & Tears, Down in the Dirt, The English Chicago Review, Mad Swirl, Poetry Cornwall, Leaves of Ink, Ariadne’s Thread, Bijou Poetry Review, Calvary Cross, Deadsnakes Review, The Bitchin Kitsch, Poetry by Birkbeck alumnus, The Dawntreader, I am not a Silent Poet, Pyrokinection, Festival of Language, ‘Don’t Be Afraid: An Anthology to Seamus Heaney’, Ygdrasil, the Four Seasons Anthology, The Seventh Quarry and Van Gogh’s Ear Anthology.
He was commended in Decanto’s and CafĂ© writers Poetry Competitions 2012. His work has appeared in such books as Drowning (Scar publications), The Poet as Sociopath (Scar publications). His first collection of poetry ‘The Destinations of Raxiera’ is published by Hammer & Anvil.
He studied philosophy at Birkbeck College London and lives in Surrey England.

This simple life

This simple life, a Carthusian life if you will
From what is here and is in reach
The thread one day on to another.
The sky offers the long blue carpet
Rolling on to St Bruno and the hills. 
The leaving is just, leaving a vacancy
No epitaphs as non is needed
Here, names are dispended with
as the candle is extinguished
with that final breath. 

The choice

The choice is written among the grains of sand
It takes absolute abstraction to read and then
Ultimate abstraction to understand. The owls
Versification and the foxes alchemy create this
Universe. The world once full to the brim of
Icebergs slowly fades into a pear and drips
Drips slowly slowly away.  Action are carved
And alter-action made from the shavings and
Sculpting’s.  The type is set. The page is printed
The bronze cast. The prophecy fulfilled   

Lily Tierney- A Poem

Stained Glass

Trembling hands with a key to
a door he kept locked.

His nakedness reflected in
stained glass as the light
knelt at the altar.

His body and soul
in a chalice lifted by
his own hand.

Monday, January 18, 2016

Bruce Mundhenke- Two Poems


He is Wonderful,
The way, the truth, the life,
Who blazed a path
Through darkness,
That we might again
See light.


Stardust in our dreams,
Stardust in  our waking hour,
Stars that shine while sleeping,
And dust awakened
To Love's power.

Bruce Mundhenke lives in Illinois with his wife and their dog and cat.
He has published poems in Calvary Cross, Dead Snakes, and has a poem scheduled for publication in Plum Tree Tavern.

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Bruce Mundhenke- Two Poems

Before The Flame

Candles are we before the flame,
Receiving the flame, but not higher,
We are fashioned to serve the flame,
And the flame will serve the fire.

Little Candle

Little candle
Burning in the night,
Soon you will be helped
By morning's light.

Monday, January 11, 2016

Linda M. Crate- Three Poems

eternal forgiveness

we are masters of our own chaos,
but You forgive all the darkness
in me
when i but ask;
sometimes the hardest thing for me
is to forgive myself,
but You tell me that i must—
You always soothe
my deepest
and make me feel as if i'm good enough
when the world makes me feel
rattier than a tattered and torn blanket.

calmer of storms

i can be kind to others,
but sometimes
i forget to be kind to myself;
but You commanded
us to love our enemies and so i know
i have to love myself
sometimes it's just hard to be kind
knowing all my flaws and weaknesses
remembering things You've already
wondering how i could have been so foolish,
but You still my mind from the thoughts
of these calamities
sometimes You are the only one that can calm
the storms in me.

shattered masks

You shatter masks,
and still i go after people wrong
for me;
You close doors that i open
sometimes it isn't until i'm hurt that i
realize You were trying
to protect me—
i always try to believe in people
even when i've seen their
because You love me even when
i'm dark and at my worse;
i forget everyone
doesn't have a heart like mine,
but You're the one friend
that's never let me
the only one that always forgives me
for any slight i've ever done and do.

Donal Mahoney- A Poem


The older he gets 
the darker the bedroom
and the brighter the light
streaming under the door

when he wakes up again
in the middle of the night 
with pain and thinks about 
what's on the other side. 

Far better than the gifts piled
under his parents' Christmas tree 
when he was a boy laughing down
three flights of stairs to see. 

Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri.

Bruce Mundhenke- A Poem

Master Poet

His words span the ages
While we stutter in a flash of time.
He made all things
Our words describe.
He scattered beauty everywhere.
It always scans,
It often rhymes.
His work is awesome,
His spoken Word sublime.

Bruce Mundhenke has worked as a laborer and a registered nurse. He is just beginning to submit some of the poetry he has written to be published. He lives in Illinois with his wife and their dog and cat.