On the brow of manhood I bore you
Dreaming of a successor to my throne
Invested wind and echo full of dew
Native prince, that was ever all I own
Knowledge and experience to make
Wealth out of nothing, like stars do
Aggregating gas into a jewelled lake.
Knowledge with a good head figures
Images that can a kingdom shape
Youth has its dreams, age its rigors
Odinkwa, fears fang the will of escape
Study and apply your art to labor
Honest and committed to vision will
Increase the coffers when love stands still.
So Sriya, onto you now my fiery daughter
Rising where the comet falls still
I pray you will not tremble before the water
Yearning when you have razed the hill
Ancient customs cuddles more than laughter
Years of time against sweet logic tell
Undo the rope the boat will drift
Liberate the bird and its sorrows swell
Innate to love truth is a gift
Sweet lady, that parents give, and court
Singeing wrath for sublime praise
And yet, my love unaltered, holds to port.
Zealous as the wind, you my second girl
Only Pandora was more curious in the world
Yesterday you scared looking at the box
Answerless I stood, below the scraggy rocks
Keeping faith, while you were keeling away
Anxiety driven amidst the cloud of hawks
Matters not that you are sparrow, and the lay
Exultant echoes more worth in humble walks
Kameka, than in clouds to spin and play
Allow me then to invite you to the narrow way.
Anwar, none like you remind me more
Nature is wild and beauty pure, children
Will become the tree of parents seed, core
Analogies to anxieties riven and given
Rush not where the raging rapids churn.
Anwar Amilcar, I named you for heroes
Mentors of my boyhood hungering
Instead, looking parents' dreams as zeros
List your pack with the wild waves sundering
Crystals in lambent light fluttering bright
Against the temple post of blind desire
Ranking ego against the wood of spirit's fire.
Asante, my darling I shall always keep
Some prayer like a candle burning
As angels answering watch your fragile sleep
Nourishing your soul against fate's yearning
Tomorrow will today come to pass
Excellence is more than the image in a glass
Invite the soul to sit among the weak
Necessity has undone more than it has invented
Do not deny the heart its will to speak
Impress of wisdom to defend the tormented
Raise a standard, shelter them and reap
A blessing for their love, a joy to keep.
Think of how it could have been
how you made it through my friend
all the heart ache that was shared
never alone as your burdens they bared
know that everytime you faltered
someone was kneeling at an altar
giving love the best way they knew
in constant prayer all while you grew
vain were there attempts to keep you down
insecurities as we looked all around
nearer my God to thee was your prayer
give him your love and he'll always be there
Day in and day out be thou my guide
and shelter me from my own pride
you will be my God forever by my side
(Dedicated to Folake)
Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.
Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.
May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.
Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.
Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.
L ove is everything to me
O nly people don’t seem to see
V oices from the inner regions
E arnestly telling us to simply care
I nside messages we cannot recognize
S tymied by years of ignorance and greed
A mazing dreams if we could but see
L inked into love through past lives unknown
L et the light shine through to a mind at peace
Power of God touches us through prayer
Restores strength to do things the best we can
A time to receive the Holy Spirit that makes us move
Yielding His love as we climb high mountains
Anytime we whisper it
Lift our hearts and follow His will
We run to Him and ask His help
Amazing graces, He will shower upon us
Yokes laid on our shoulders will be overcome
Soon, we can walk over sadness and trials
May 16, 2014 10a.m
©2014by Leonora Galinta
Note: This is a beginning and end lines acrostic poem
"A Happy New Year Toast"
Another New Year is traveling around
Happy expectations of wonders profound
Accentuate upon Life's positive things
Promised resolutions to achieve brings
Palatial gardens of kindness with care
Yearning for love and peace everywhere.
Nuture the families and friends so cherished
Embrace all humanity before finality perished
Whisper a prayer unto His Throne of Grace
Yield to the spirit sweet depth to taste
Encourage others with a warm smile
Admire rare beauty of God's great beguile
Radiate happiness whomever is near
Treasure each moment of living so dear
Open hearts and minds and souls
Accept challenges while reaching goals
Share words of love always precious and true
Tenderly touch those so special to you.
"A Happy New Year Toast"
*For Francine Robert's New Year Acrostic.
*Dec. 27, 2012.
Stop running from it
Pray and try
I think you might like it
I think you should try
Tomorrow is a new and your personal salvation is on the line
Thanksgiving is a holiday needed,
Heaven knows so unheeded,
Allowing us the time to take the time,
Needed in our hurried pace,
Keystone to realms sublime,
So crucial in this race.
Giving God our simple gratitude,
Isn’t too much to ask,
Voiced thanks for our daily food
Is a loving task,
Nevertheless, at times we may forget,
God is Love; we’re in His debt.
Daily thinking about how good we have it,
A grateful prayer could become a habit,
Yea, that day is now.....let's grab it.
Christians offer prayer to
Realizing their sins are forgiven
Instantly and forever.
Scriptures have recorded this
Transcendent act. His death an
Investiture in mankind. His
Sepulchre a transitory tenement.
Revived by God,
Instantiating His power
So that man may know this
F ailing to do this is simply detrimental to one’s own health.
O ften it’s done as a very last resort before madness sets in.
R eality dictates that vengeance is venial and vindictive.
G oing forward on an ethical and moral journey towards a more sublime goal
I nvolves practice in this humble virtue as well as others.
V erily it is the key to releasing one’s self from a prison of one’s own making.
E ventually, I’m told, practice of the virtue with prayer makes for a happy life.