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Details | Ode | |

She Had Wings

A tribute to a wonderful friend who was taken from us by cancer.

She Had Wings
 11-24-07  
Dave Stinnett
                         
SHE HAD WINGS,  SHE COULD LIFT US UP 
WHEN OUR WORLD SEEMED TOO HEAVY
WINGS OF LOVE, ALWAYS OPEN WIDE 
TO SOOTHE A WOUNDED SOUL
          
THOUGH SORROW FILLS OUR HEARTS, REJOICE THAT          
GOD HAS FILLED HIS PROMISE        
AND ANGELS HAVE A ROOM NEXT TO HIS THRONE                  
YOU SEE, SHE WAS NEVER OURS TO CALL OUR OWN

SHE HAD WINGS, AND NOW SHE’S FLYING HOME

Copyright © Dave Stinnett

Details | Ode | |

A GIFT TO THEE

My belly of thoughts clings to my backbone
Never hungry, always starving of poetry
Which can not exactly capture your spotlessness
Mama learned me this knowledge of nature:
A full stomach of ideas suffocates the mind of reasons
And hypocritical bellies are full of garbage ideologies
Since them, couldn't set my vision on hypocritical niceties
'Cos the feast of my soul is set on your poetic face of grace
Capturing poetic elegance in your anatomy on the cross
From your delicate hot bruised features
The geometrical contours of your thorn crowned head
Down to the neat flow of double curve network of blood
Concave and convex, across each ripe cheek
Flowing down into a pool at the foot of Golgotha
Scholars may wear poetic finery to capture your imagery
Though learned, am not versed in the cult of literature
As for me, I petition my soul to impress you most
When I shade clothing of poetic religio-fanatical complexity
And paint your elegance without haste or delay
With the brush of my artistic nagging thoughts
As sweet as the spray of frankincense on your tender skin
I have fallen in love with your words like art
And I have nothing else to offer save these silly words
Which I know is not good enough for a Heavenly Prince
'Cos I thought of you as an Immortal Prince come to life
And myself as a lousy, clumsy mortal being
Unaccountably granted the gift of your notice
Am determined to woo you with all my soul's poetry
And determined to wash my soul with thy tidal waves of devotion
And as I again have nothing else worthwhile to offer 
I make a gift to thee of my Zaccheaus heart

Copyright © Ginger Amee Terdue

Details | ekphrasis | |

AN ODE TO THE HANDS

On Grandma’s bedroom wall hung pencil sketches
To inspire me and draw me in, never fail
The hands in prayer our daily blessing fetches
The cuffs rolled back, work ready, in the detail

The fingerprint motif of light on hands
To give us notice we are unique – and His
Strong thumb accentuating Holy Bands
Steeple elongated fingers, preaching Bliss

On The Tree, He died for our earthly sins
(The cross marked in the veins of the left hand)
He wished to spare us the suffering since
Love and compassion, for which we should stand

Only in Truth can we realise beauty
The Hands setting the example of: “Thank Ye!

[Poetry form used: Sonnet]

If we do not live in Truth, a God given opportunity which we must embrace, then the beauty of all that we perceive will pass us by. ~ Su Crous 

Inspired by: ‘Hands of an Apostle’ by Albrecht Durer: http://uploads4.wikipaintings.org/images/albrecht-durer/hands-of-an-apostle.jpg
DEPICTED IN THE ABOUT SECTION

28/1/2013
Sponsor:	Heather Ober
Contest Name:	Famous Art |

Copyright © Suzette Richards

Details | Ode | |

O Muslim

Muslim who influenced by westernize, 
Lost name and Identity, drowned in Occidentalize, 
Got accuse of terror and blame of activist, 
Oh the Muslim, thou lost thy illuminant, 
 
Thou turn away face from lessons of Quran, 
Ever thou remembered the moral of surah Aal-e-Imran, 
Betrayed thy self through curse deed, 
The Almighty bondman what’s thee need, 
 
Lead thou self toward astray, 
Turned attention to infidel way, 
Forgotten the worry of last abode, 
Repent thy sins by viewing this ode, 
 
Eager thyself of virtue, thirst of hay, 
Inertial thought turns thou rough and clay, 
Vivify thy self, You the Muslim and still alive, 
Strong enough as the pillar of five, 
Worldly life is not more than amusement and joy, 
Be prepare for hereafter, as you have to die.
Written By
M. Shahid H. Chouhdry
Bahawalpur, Pakistan
All Rights Reserved.
shahid817@gmail.com

Copyright © M. Shahid H. Chouhdry

Details | Rhyme | |

Ode to the Moon

Slowly, silently now the moon
Shines in her silvery shoon

Ever since the creation of the world
The colour of the moon is always gold

An essential planet at the service of humanity
It continues to rotate for more than a century

Frequently the moon changes shape
From the crescent to the semi - lunar frame

Gradually it matures into full moon
Going around the earth  singing her tune

Whether young or old everyone loves the moon
For it is considered as a sign of boon

Together with the stars embellishing the sky
Through its illumination the bat will fly

With the help of divine light
It brings forth the traveler's delight

A common belief is that it influences the lunatic
Of which many are still sceptic

It's birth is based on a monthly apparition
Deciding the exact dates of festivals and celebrations

With its waxing and waning movement
High and low tides are under its command

Viewing the moon at night
Is indeed a splendid sight

Copyright © Azad Boodhun