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Scattered across a thousand cities
(After the last window darkens).
The moon speaks hidden fantasies,
and the sleepy sunset sharpens.
Emerging exactly in the last ludicrous light
(The dawn of you erects constellations).
Softly, with strolling lips singing spectrally slight,
the rumor of your touching exceeds all aspirations.
For blindly, as the nails upon the cross
(A dainty destroyed hero loves you).
Beyond falling for or feeling loss,
your least amazing smile will do.
So give what gives meaning to meaningful,
the life inside you undefined beautiful.
How grand it is when sky blue meets the sea
may sky and sand and water ever be...
reflecting in a topsy-turvy lea.
Oh, let the stars fall down and over me.
Yes, meet me where the foam does froth and roil,
where the waves do pound ‘pon glistening soil
And seagulls squawk in mismatched harmony
oh, let the stars fall down and over me.
Sea tossed, the dross shines ‘pon the glistening strand,
Gemstones born, where the sky does meet the land.
Meet me, down by the rush and roar sea
Oh, let the stars fall down and over me.
Here I shall blend for all eternity,
with life and death and love of thee for me.
The Shaman sits upon the sand,
the sand of ocher clay;
between the walls of ruins tall,
where ancient one did lay.
The sky above, the earth between;
took in her sincere pleas
tinksha’s toned, soft flutes droned,
her mantra’s dire decree.
To be the light on darkened paths,
within the night belayed;
and be the brave dark in the glow,
of God’s pristine light portrayed.
Her life long work no sacrifice
a love of mankind to display.
*One may be of any race or of almost any religion
and walk the Red Road. The Good Red Road is a path,
a way of living. It's full meaning is the way one acts,
the methods one uses, and what directs one's doing.
There is more to the Red Road than spoken word
or written words on paper. It is behavior, attitude,
a way of living, a way of "doing" with reverence -
of walking strong yet softly, so as not to harm
or disturb other life. The Red Road is a pathway to truth,
peace and harmony.
Having had mere minutes to skim your sighs,
anesthetize the tip of teeming thought ...
with platitudes for quandaries which fly bye,
we care for you, our frail flowers wrought.
The breeze, the muse, the bringer, the envoy
lends at days end, the tender bits of heart
as on the keys or sewing seams of joy
our fingers never rest from the day's start.
Hands in the garden smudged with chlorophyll
or wrapped about a naughty childlike pet
oft rest behind a trusty Parker’s quill
all healing touches given without regret.
Small and strong and full of life, they pour.
A woman’s hands give much to be adored.
*Women inspire me especially my mother.
Shall I compare thee to a winter’s day?
Thou art much more shrivelled and much more cold
Rough winds shake the withered leaves of today.
And your stomach hath too many a fold.
Sometimes too hot your sister shines,
And often is your grey complexion dimmed;
And you always smell like my uncle’s swine
Except your upper lip is less well trimmed.
Thy eternal summer did long since fade
And lost possession of that fair thou ow'st;
And Satan brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives death to eyes.
The end of the beginning drew very near
so Jesus went to pray in the garden,
Heavy was His pure heart, bruised by burden,
And olive trees soon misted with His tears.
He knelt beside a patch of lavender,
Roses dropped petals asking for pardon,
Sand only softened, refused to harden,
While poppies bent their heads closer to hear.
Evening deepened as Son talked to Father,
Geraniums paled, His pain they could see,
Daises bowed low to man’s sinless brother,
Gethsemane kneeled to the Rabboni.
Seeded by grace, grew a blessed flower,
~A blossom of hope, the Easter lily~
“My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death, "he said to
them. “Stay here and keep watch.” Going a little farther, he fell to the
ground and prayed that if possible the hour migh pass from him.
“Abba, Father,” he said, “Everything is possible for you. Take this cup
from me. Yet not what I will, but what you will.”
By Cyndi MacMillan for Linda Marie's Easter Inspirations Contest
ABOUT THIS POEM
I researched the garden of Gethsemane, and all the flowers save for the Easter Lily could very well have grown there on the night before the crucifixion. The Easter Lily is NOT mentioned in scripture (though lilies are mentioned often throughout the bible). This poem is written with the intent to honor our Lamb, and not as an accurate representation of Christ’s anguished hours.
This is mixed sonnet. It has an Italian octave and a Sicilian sestet.
He harks the orologio ticks that count
late cosmic seconds that relentless fade
the iron peal of bells and rhythmic sound
expones the utterance his verses prayed.
A silken antimens - her blooming scent
where consecrated scriptures lay
perceived the liturgy and soul's descent
the antiphon of Corpus' Christi sway.
Denomination of dark astral halls
veins' fervid flowing and her mystic stance
dismissal evening voice to skyward calls
ascension of his soul's her stare askance.
Devoid's the night that takes his life and past
she harks his voice the sovereign woods contrast.
Many nights you’ve graced my sight
fair Orion, hunter and groom to the abyss,
and yet it would seem an eternity
before we would meet and kiss.
Bought you’d be, and brought to me
by the grace of He who waits.
So, when I die my heart can rise
upon your valor’s brace.
He’d rename Hatsya’s famed
so my soul could light the way.
Dearbhla true poetess of love
‘pon Orion’s sword held sway.
And up I’d rise at my demise
to crest the sky and space.
Sitting under the pale pink running rose
At the end of a beautiful Autumn Day
Searching for inspirational sonnet to compose
For my love who lives in heaven's way
To me He's like a honeysuckle vine
Blooming in the month of May
Sweetly fragrant essence among the pines
He's like the gold of mountains that's refine
To me He's like the babbling brook
Sweetly singing in tune
For everything in heaven He forsook
Fo prove His love for me is beyond the moon
Words cannot describe my love for Him
But daily I'll try to draw close in His realm
I worship you for the plan made for me
From the beginning you knew the tree
The sun, moon, stars nestled at height just right
An atmosphere that surrounds with good light
Through the centuries you knew when to come
To redeem humanity and touch man some
Bringing hope to a lost and dying world
With your teachings, blood, sweat, tears earth did swirl
The guider, comforter, holder of my heart
Omniscience, all knowledge from the very start
Capturing my heart with all that you made
Creating it from your words needed no spade
Exalt my redeemer, friend, comforter
Valentine, my heart is an admirer
(Second attempt at a sonnet. This is for the "I love you because" contest.)