Free Me

Peacock Poetry

I wrote today’s poem in summer and often find myself going back to it because it still really resonates. These last two years have taught me that I do not have to box myself in by defining myself in any given way. We are so many things and what an amazing opportunity this life is to express those different energies in!


As a child, I often got told

“You are wise beyond your years”

“You are an old head on young shoulders”

“People bend your ears”

(My name, Samantha, is Aramaic for “Listener” it even turns out)

As an adult, people tell me

“You’re a big kid at heart”

“You’ll never grow up”

“You inspire me to connect to my inner child”

and my playful creativity allows me to deal with all manner of challenges

We are wise and childlike, deep and light and so much more

We are…

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Drowning in Silence

Rum and Robots

Photo Pexels – Life of Pix – Poem by Joni Caggiano (28 second read)


in these final loud wounding hours,
the sunshine like a rainbow so dazzling
through my open slits, I can serenely depart
agony in the iris of my weary eye
bubbles floating up I tenderly sigh

sleeping where the purple iris lay still
rousing now to sing a silky song to her
buoyant yet strong faith swells in her heart
the silence is no longer a toxic weight
a fish will nibble me, for I am the bait

ears no longer ring from her anxiety
naked body touching white silk cloth
no more fears judging like a blanket of bricks
can injure her spirit, her unblemished soul
relaxing now she can rest and just let go


Note from Author: I will be off line for about a week. I am having a hard time with…

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Gospel Mutations ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

The Gospel of Christ,
has many mutations
preached by different

The gospel of works,
it’s all about you . . .
not about what Jesus
was sent here to do.

The gospel of moralism,
is all about being good
but, it is just another
salvation falsehood.

The gospel of prosperity,
is about being made rich
not in the blood of Christ
but by some get rich pitch.

The gospel of self help,
again it’s back to you
not what Jesus . . .
came here to do!


2 Corinthians 11:4

For if he that cometh preacheth
another Jesus, whom we have
not preached, or if ye receive
another spirit, which ye have
not received, or another gospel,
which ye have not accepted,
ye might well bear with him.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2021
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

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Pine Grove Furnace State Park, Gardners, Pennsylvania

John Cowgill: Stories of the Railroad

The Pine Grove Furnace. Photo is courtesy of the Pine Grove State Park

In the early years of the United States of America, stone furnaces were built for the smelting of metal to form it into different shapes. The stone furnaces were built near the sources of key ingredients like iron ore, limestone, and charcoal which was made from trees in hardwood forests. One of these furnaces was Pine Grove Furnace in the southern central region of the U.S. state of Pennsylvania. The Pine Grove Furnace was used to make iron, and the site was a bustling place. Iron ore was brought to the furnace where it was melted and formed, and then it was transported to different locations. Through the years, new technologies and safer furnaces were built making furnaces like these obsolete. In 1895, the fires in the Pine Grove Furnace stopped burning. The furnace was abandoned, and…

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Faithful Poetry

Peacock Poetry

I am so bloody grateful for writing! Those of you who know my story will know how it helped me to the weather the intense grief I felt when losing my Dad in 2015 and poetry has been a firm and faithful friend ever since. I do not let a day go by without writing a poem and in honouring my commitment to creativity I am living my life purpose every day.

Write Away

Dear poetry, it’s clear to me, that I’d be lost without you

You help me to connect to me and never do I doubt you

We’ve processed grief, emotions deep

in heartfelt contemplation

Not all we must to ourselves keep, I flourish through creation

A witness to my human fate, a hug that always holds me

You hear what my soul yearns to state and help me to unfold me

True loyalty, you set me free…

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God Is Always Searching ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

God is always moving,
looking all around . . .
looking to find hearts
He can turn around.

He’s on the look out,
searching far and wide
from His eyes no one
can run away or hide.

God is always active,
looking here and there
looking to find hearts
to give Him their care.

He is on the watch,
be it night or day
to lead back hearts
that have gone astray.

God is always exploring,
searching and pursuing
for the hearts and minds
in need of His renewing!


1 Peter 3:12

For the eyes of the Lord
are over the righteous,
and his ears are open
unto their prayers:
but the face of the Lord
is against them that do evil.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2021
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

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Military Radio – Armed Forces Network

Pacific Paratrooper

1943 ‘G.I. Jive’ sheet music by Johnny Mercer


Although American Forces Network Radio has officially been on the air for 60 years, listeners began tuning in at the end of World War I.

A Navy lieutenant in France broadcasted information and live entertainment to troops accompanying President Wilson to the 1919 Paris Peace Conference.  Radio was a novelty then, and little equipment was given to overseas military broadcasting until the United States started gearing up for World War II.

playing music for the troops

Bored soldiers in Panama and Alaska created makeshift transmitters and aired records, according to an Armed Forces Radio pamphlet. The U.S. military was unaware of the broadcasts until celebrities wrote asking how to send the stations recordings.

During the first days of the U.S. entry into World War II, Gen. Douglas MacArthur’s staff members set up military radio stations in the Philippines. Their…

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Snow Stars

Peacock Poetry

❄️On Friday lunchtime as Android and I ventured to the shops to procure some shopping, a tiny snowflake landed on my black glove. Nothing particularly unusual given the fact that it had snowed heavily here for the last few days and yet the first time I had actually seen a snowflake in such detail.❄️

❄️ As I gazed at this tiny, sparkling, perfectly formed little jewel I felt completely in awe! It was like looking at the world through a child’s eyes and I felt a deep sense of wonder and so, of course, I wrote about it! ❄️


A snowflake fell upon my glove

Its form; a perfect star

This fallen jewel from up above

White magic’s avatar

This crystal white sure did excite

I loved its pure uniqueness

Although quite delicate and slight

Its presence far from meekness

When we take in the offerings of

the winter’s…

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The Age Of Aggression ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

We are living in,
the age of aggression
a time God’s faithful
are facing rejection.

It’s a era of change,
a time of redirection
to the Life and Truth
a loss of connection.

It’s a movement,
without any reflection
on seeking God’s face
or His protection.

It’s a period of shifting,
from God a secession
a hateful rebellion
full of provocation.

We are living in,
the age of oppression . . .
but, we who have faith
won’t fall into depression!


Job 34:37

For he addeth rebellion
unto his sin, he clappeth
his hands among us,
and multiplieth his
words against God.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2021
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

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