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A Gentle Death

Avenge me not, for death has been a friend
and anger ill befits love's gentle wine.
All lovers true or not, must part, ascend:
rise, or fall, as life's trials their paths assign.

Still as bone, white as winter's snow my skin
by candle light, one can almost see inside.
My hair a gossamer halo, so thin, 
my eyes, my blue eyes, still contain the tide.

I am your fair Persephone, your wife, bride,
and soon I will return to you Hades
to rise born on cherry blossom tides;
when in the earth, I can no longer bide.

Bless gentle Thanatos for his death sublime
and Hypnos, as in sleep, I do recline.



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Long Goodbyes

Voices choral, chimes of clay ring out
oh so merrily to a wintry sky
And earthen sounds once silent, still, now shout
in harmony and majesty, they cry. 

A brightness sheers the air as metal sounds,
long cylinders of brass clink in the breeze
like childish laughter each fresh note abounds
a thankful note the past year to appease.

In churches, mosques and temples they sing
as clappers sound the tone around their rims
forged of metal, or blown in glass, they ring
resounding as the hours of this year dim.
  
Rejoice, rejoice a New Year has begun
Goodbye they toll and sing here comes the sun.


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Saving Grace

Your hands reach to heaven, but your heart speaks to hell
Once you were an angel, seduced by sin, you fell 
Your soul is warm and giving, your heart is cold as ice 
Your devil makes you foolish, your angel wants you nice 
Choices, you're making the wrong ones each hour 
Once a red rose, now your a withered dying flower 
Your hard life has taken a toll, once a beauty now a troll 
Needing redemption, you look above to save your soul 
You got to give up the devil, if you want God to show mercy 
Put down the crutch and let God's hands set you free 
Aware that He is there, you know you must surrender 
Release all the sins the devil has you drowning under 
Life of hanging with the devil is one He didn't condemn
Your hands reached to heaven, He's taken hold of them


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Et Portae Inferi Non Valebit, Gates of Hell shall not Prevail

Et Portæ Inferi Non Valebit
(And the gates of hell will not prevail)


Gates of Hell shall never ever prevail
promulgation of Truth forever stands
Soul and Spirit each rings a sounding bell
Fate's ruthless results judges all the lands

Vanities of all men foolishly praised
Spirit's dark desires bearing bitter fruit
Rejection of He that was truly raised
lies and corruption are the stolen loot

Righteous hearts look to Heavenly skies
sincere prayers, deliver such bless reward
Mankind races onward using blinded eyes
to an ending very bitter and hard

In the dark shadow of this evil world
Our Creator's redemption has been hurled!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-11-2014


Sonnet:
Syllables Per Line:  10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10  
Total # Syllables:  140  
Total # Lines:  17  (Including empty lines)  
Total # Words:  93


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Morning Dew Glistens in Anticipation

Morning Dew Glistens in Anticipation

Glistening of gentle morning dew
soft breeze flowing sweetly along
Thoughts again of life and you
melodies that play a mental song

Trees wrapping this beautiful morn
joyful thoughts now so newly born
Sky filters down its sunlit rays
birds chirp all about on such days

My joy lost has now been found
as the natural world spins  around
Life takes on a sheen of the new
Again my happy thoughts turn to you

Our lives joined, paths forever hold
this deep love that makes us both so bold! 

Robert J. Lindley  09-24-2014

note: Took a Nature hike today. Saw God's beauty all around. 
Very soon I found myself thinking ,yes, that my life came around 
when my wife married me. As if a Spring shower had soothed the 
parched ground. Giving nourishment for the seeds of bliss
to sprout on up and grow.
God, Nature's glow, my wife's love and beauty , our son's 
smiles today made this world turn from bleak and cold to
sunshine and a slice Of heaven. Thank God for Nature's 
beauty and its sweet inspirations.
My brother-in-law David was sent home to die tonight. They can do no more , the cancer will end his life, most likely in the next few days...
I couldn't go there tonight. The helpless feeling slays me so!
I hope to have the courage to go tomorrow morn...


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Sonnet of Space and Time

I savor my precious, quantum bliss; the vibration of the strings, echo Heaven’s kiss. In parallel worlds, are parallel lives; With them, I can identify. I’ve passed through, many walls of stone; through countless lives, I have roamed. I’ve tasted every experience, I found, that some, I still lament. A molecular epiphany, I have received. My life’s frustration, is appeased. Pure energy, is what we are and we can visit, every star. Quantum souls are limitless; join me and pursue your bliss.


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Unbowed

My inspiration 

"Once I only knew darkness and stillness ...
my life was without past or future ...
but a little word from the fingers of
another fell into my hand that clutched
at emptiness, and my heart leaped 
to the rapture of living!"   Helen Keller

The longest shadows start and end the day
like thoughts that creep from embryo to grave,
so lost within the midday sun we pray
to not be where the shadows misbehave.
A child has dreams of what life may become
as elders wish they'd captured all those dreams,
but in the midst of life we each succumb
to fate and its bizarre unwritten schemes.
Yet, always know the sun is waiting there
beyond the night - behind the nimbus clouds
and those with faith will always reach to share,
so never to despair - always unbowed.
    There is a God that lives within us all
    who'll gladly reach to catch us when we fall.


Written March 13, 2015


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Sonnet 18 Parody

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.


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Oceanic Blues

How grand it is when blue sky meets the sea,
may sky and sand and water ever be,
reflected in this topsy-turvy lea.
Oh, let the stars fall down, and over we.

Will you meet me where the foam froths and roils,
where waves pound upon glistening soil,
and seagull's squawk in mismatched harmony;
oh, let the stars fall down, and over we.

Sea tossed, the dross shines upon the strand. 
Gemstones are born, where the sky meets the land.
meet me down by the rush of lulling sea;
oh, let the stars fall down, and over we.

Here we will lie for all eternity,
with life and death, and our love of the sea.

Scenic Point by Robert Butler


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If Ever


If ever pain shall strike my wounded soul,
my consolation is you are my cloak
Your calming presence mending any hole,
protecting me from chills it might invoke

If ever moon and tide shall be at war,
and convolutes my tattered, wrinkled mind
I’ll plunge it deep into your ocean floor
of soothing words, ‘til sweetest peace I find

If ever sun shall fall upon its death,
my only prayer is that you'll be with me
For light within your heart is like my breath,
and this will last me for eternity

I know that life shall cease for me one day
But love, ah love, forever it shall stay...





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--English sonnet; iambic pentameter :)



**thanks so much to Kash for the heads up on the syllables, and also to Jack for "it", and also to Sara and Carrie for your insights :)....it's looking better now, thank you!!

again many thanks as well for all who's passed by and left inspiring comments :D; Debbie, I nudged the comma & tweaked that other line and Andrea, thanks so much for the additional wonderful suggestions-- sorry I am a bit stubborn with some of the lines ;)


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Unknown Innocence

Ecclesiastes 3:1 [King James Version of the Bible]
 
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the 
heaven:

Prayer makes man human for in our innocence, we pray.
Knowing, that we're limited in sincerity; we seek.
Palm to palm, oft on our knees, childless, we of clay convey
the hope for healthy children to the Universe, we speak.

Our pairings blessed, our off-springs bloom, each yin seeks a yang.
Coupled moving forward walking hand and hand, yang calls to yin.
All we've known is but a part, a grain, falling from His hand; 
adult children pray oft on their knees since, we are akin.

Around and round the cycle rolls in Universes untold
whether the parts know or seek the whole, still they grow, and go.
Yet, only the sentient pray and dream, eyes half open, behold
the Eternal wonder of creation, yet ... who knows, who knows?

Does the quark pray for a quark, does the sun pray for decay
does the Universe seek black holes? Who can say, who can say?


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Down Where The Roses Bloom

Down where roses bloom in the month of June
The scented petals will mature and fall
Carried by zephrys of spring like balloons
Those petals in the wind over land sprawl

Pale pink petals carried away to land 
With a gental touch of kindness caress
The spring grasses with a delicate hand
Courteous as it lands with politesse

Each petal waits in turn to fly away
Their patience is long, each holds 'til time
They then 'pon the wind float and not betray
The Spirit within which is one sublime

Down where the roses bloom may the fruit grow
Let love lead as petals upon wind flow  

Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest: Petals In The Wind
Written this 23rd day of January 2013
Written by: Sara Kendrick


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THE LEGEND OF THE EASTER LILY

                                   

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.” Mark 34-36 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.


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EAST OF EDEN

The cityscape flowed into a winding trail

that took me into the green heart of the park

and I shrugged off a mindset overly stale,

as light teased a creek that stowed waters dark.

Weak, I found a seat, low and ergonomic,

a stump that offered me one hundred rings,

so I sat and listened to sisters reed and willow

touched by the teachings their humility brings.

Others walked by, most plugged into iPods 

They never noticed the blue heron that stood

deep in holy shadows painted by our God

now cast aside for wireless serpents. Woods

shrink as new iDols sow unoriginal sins,

Technology’s church grows just east of Eden.



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Wounds That Won't Heal

There are some wounds that will not heal because
the arrow was at close range _driven deep.
There is not need for antiseptic and gauze
for permanent is damage that still weeps.

These wounds that will go to eternal sleep
where my Savior will say, "I understand".
He'll cleanse and bind_healing forever, keep
roots of hurt that he'll remove with nail scared hand.

How I would like for them to now be gone.
Emotions of delight from their release.
But while on earth pain like a dry pinecone
constant in my emotions and heart unease.

Someday he will wipe away all those tears
New found peace and no more tormenting fears..

Count is off on some lines...Pardonner s'il vous plai't


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Michael's Blessed Birthday (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Have a blessed birthday Michael J Today I knelt for you to pray May His guiding light shine on you God’s grace I pray will bring you through May you have strength on your birthday With family this holiday Celebrating with faith like new God’s grace I pray will bring you through As your son returns home today Like a rainbow brightens the day Continue to wear a smile too God’s grace I pray will bring you through Have a blessed birthday Michael J God’s grace I pray will bring you through © Joseph, 11/20/07 © All Rights Reserved Hello Michael, have a blessed birthday and Thanksgiving holiday with your brave son and family. May God bless each of you always and as a family! The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each stanza. Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet has eight syllables. There are times when a French poem links back to the poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the poem.


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An Abundant Life Pill

This pill will offer more abundant life
Just take it by inviting the Spirit in
The Spirit pill frees you from life of strife
A pill like this frees one a new life begin

The Spirit will guide one upon straight pathway
The pathway can be narrow, rocky_steep
The many blessings that flow on this highway
A Spirit pill guide takes the soul deep_deep

Deep into the soul searches, ridding dearth
Filliing the hollows with His Living Word
A human learning of his unique worth
This pill of life offers the best; its preferred

This Spirit pill offers abundant life
Swallow it to live life free of strife  

Sponsor: Russell Sivey
Contest:Pill Of Life
Written: February 12, 2013


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The Devil Deceived Me

A dreadful memory upon life’s sea
Returns to the days when life was carefree.
A spiritual youth faced the world alone.
Distracted by life and its sinful groan.

I thought that my Savior was by my side.
Whispers from Satan deceived my abide.
There is no God; it is a ruler’s toy.
To make men subservient was the ploy.

Scientists discovered we came from apes.
Questioning God, I ate bananas, grapes.
The devil deceived me with many lies.
Despite my souls whisper and needed cries.

I turned away from God for a short time.
When wisdom returned, life became sublime.

© Dane Smith-Johnsen
October 26, 2010


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Eternity

I am looking right at you and you don’t even know it.
I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff.
But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff.
Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit.

Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit. 
Maybe I’ll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff.
Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff.
Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won’t quit.

Upside down,
Inside or out,
I’ll throw down.
I am the clout.

Don’t mistake my identity,
Either or, it’s your eternity.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009


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Sonnet I : Ink and nothing else

Freedom differs on how each men define it,
like the love of autumn or cold of winter.
Vast it may be but meaning is implicit,
so vast that no soul can ever hinder.

I define liberty as a pen and paper.
Mere it is , but my understanding is sure.
What is simple for you, to me strikes deeper.
Thin a  paper be , but it lasts to endure. 

The glory of ink is immeasurable,
for a tender soul of mine to comprehend.
Though age  has  numbers, I am an example,
of a generation's hope for we to ascend.

May the world be courageous to project art.
Like this sonnet , this is where I start.


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Resolve


'...and then the lighting of the lamps.'
                                    -T.S. Eliot


Swallows flit and dart, the glow of evening
   settles o'er the fields, the day is fading;
sunset gilds the sky with glorious luster,
   vibrant reds and golds, and softer shading.
Lamps are lit, the countryside is flickering
   in candlelight, the cows are coming home;
peacefulness descends in waves of twilight,
   the animals are safe, no need to roam.
Horses tethered to their posts are waiting
   for the exertions of the day ahead;
farmers partake, extinguish their candles
   to darkness, and then take themselves to bed
      to pray for courage to endure their toil,
      for days they spend in harness to the soil.


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Grow Not Too Tall

Grow not too tall nor so far away son
Plant not your tendrils deep in new ground
Thinking newness your past can now outrun
Stay in touch let your heart remain homebound

Tree too tall without deep roots falls subject
to any strong wind, let those roots remain
Planted in truth grow toward right_connect
With justice, let love's seeds grow don't constrain

Reach up to touch shining stars capture love
Reel it in let love flow through you to all
Love is key_even though at times unheard of
Remember God's Word don't be like King Saul

Don't grow to proud, high, mighty, arrogant.
Intellect_ learning _start to mightily flaunt 

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Star Struck

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. 





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Sweetly Fragrant

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


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I am Jacob

Not now the Egypt of my death for I
Have not seen my Bethel yet, nor have I
The coat of many colors made, let me meet
First the soft Rachel of my enslaved years
My heart for her cannot yield to defeat
No Esau can assault my love with fears
Bend me only fore the God of the sky
Bow me to meet his boundless sovereign eye.

Then I shall rise my new name a crown for kings
And bring that boy to bulwark mortal joy
In this Canaan, hear now my Rachel sings
Fox wit and grace, and love without alloy
I am Jacob, heir to the promise of God
Not yet to Egypt desolate I trod.
                   ii
Look now this sky, more blue than all I know
Taste this water, how calm the rivers go
Feel now this peace, the angels singing slow
And yet all these hours like a prison seem
Like solid bars around my silent dream.
It is not for heaven yet I toil today
My treasures I lay in love, and toil still
Till my bright Rachel heeds and come away,
Only my longing shackles here my will.

How then met I her  soft moon's loveliness
First amidst the thirsty creatures, I am
Jacob, I see His will, his plan to bless
If I be steadfast, and trust in the Lamb   
                   iii
I am Jacob, let me yearn, time's tame bars
Shall not my spirit's wings detain. Let toil
Not think it's too hard for me, I keep stars
In my loins to light my hope. Dreams recoil
Where love pushes me; my Rachel will be
Mine. This prison then of Laban's folly
Shall not crush my faith, in chains, yet I'm free
For grace my ransom paid. You may tally
Time in seconds brief, my God tallies it
In years. I am Jacob, soar my spirit
Now away, on angels ladder let me stay
Till Rachel brings anew my autumn day
For I shall claim atonement's jubilee
When her arms are wrapped tightly around me.
                 iv
Come now, my Rachel, give me jar and string
Let me from the deep well draw, let me bring
Cool as praise the water up, I'm Jacob
Sit here awhile, and with your servant sup.
Fairer art thou than Esau's riches now
Better than Isaac's legacy that I stole
For you the labor of my life I vow
More precious than Laban's cattle or gold.
How beautiful thy face, thy dove's eyes shine
Brimming my darkness with sweet stars and moon
Surely you are that bride, that gift divine
You are my soul's Eden abloom in June
Come now, Rachel, give Jacob jar and string
I claim you a kingdom for God my king.


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Samuel

(A Shakespearean Sonnet)*

The brothers lie beneath a bloodied earth
with thousands more to join them there;
the mighty ark of God is stripped of worth,
and lies in hands of hostile men of war.

As Eli's priestly house is crumbled down;
his heart is crushed, his sons he cannot mourn.
he sinks from stature, prophet of renown,
I've loved him from my youth; my soul is torn.

Yet I must judge this sinful people well,
in sorrow low they seek the Father's voice
and I must quell the fear which seems to swell
a prophet's tongue is now their one true choice.

An oath will stand, that not one word shall fall
into this cruel land, without God's call.



*I Samuel, Chapters 1 through 7



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Jew #20

This morning on my knees again, I lift
You up in prayer, love. Beg God his care
For you, to make the laboring day swift
Balm your weary flesh, and deny your fear
I told him bathe you in the fount of youth
Clothe you with the silk of grace, and make it
In purple color, jewel you with truth
And bring you to my heart, resplendent lit.

Queen of my soul, fair bride of all my dreams
I can but in prayer near you be found
Prayer makes small the world though large it seems
God omnipresent make heaven like ground
And love across the gulf of distant miles
Embrace our two hearts in kisses and smiles.
                       ii
Have you read your text again as I plead
Did you parse it line by line, drank its faith
And yield renewed with every verse you read
Saw that agate sweeter than opiate
Upon the tongue, the promise spoken there
And shall you soon enlarge your tent's domain
Castling your dreams and dancing on your care
The Bible is God's truth, never treat it vain.

It says from the beginning a man was made
For you, and that I must not be alone
From you, nor sundered by human charade
From the flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone
In its pages I see our sure happiness
The success of our dream, your loveliness.
                       iii
"Who can find a virtuous woman," Lord,
Is this a question to me? I found
The only one, a diamond, rough and hard
Abused by others, and oft tossed around
The fools never knew her worth, but you gave
Me eyesalve, shone your light and let me see
The splendor uncut, her light's purest wave
The inner sparkle of the heart - the sea
Of crystals tender for love's symphony
Let them seek now in vain to answer thee

I have joy, no price can match in value
Nor worth exceed, for her, Lord, I thank you
Beautiful flowers come from common seed
The brightest rose was once a seeming weed.


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You Are My Mary

Go cast your stones if you will, and tell me
Your innocence is more just than her cause
Or read me in sand, flee her victory
Where you link the chain of demonic laws
For she a slave of your intent consent none
To this, but hostage of your will and greed
Whipped by necessity to a blind sun
She paid your pound of flesh, and virtues bleed
For better judgment where I intercede
Her sovereign love my sure kingdom's seed.

She rose seven times, for just here she fell
Her hair to wipe my grief, my pain urging hell
Upon her hectic heart, her tears my balm:
Her love mauled, frames the cross fore me in calm
                          ii
You are my Mary, ever so I deem
My ardent alabaster memory
The brimming balm of my bright healing stream
The paradox of love and history
Let no paltry scholar your virtue stain
Nor prelate assault your virtue's domain
For love cancels a thousand faults more
Than sins that litter mercy's teeming shore
I will cover you when raw winds blow cold
I'll be your shade from the blaze of noon
And love you best of earth's sweet jealous fold
You are my sovereign of stars or moon
O Mary, don't you weep, don't you cry, behold
My heart, I lay me down your street of gold.
                          iii
No woman so deserves my heart like you
No sinner more my love makes once more new
No blemish, spot, or taint of wrong in you
No love for me more constant and more true
O Magdala, Magdala, no wise men
Gift as sweet, or to their purpose remain
As your sweet honor, vilified and rend
Did ever assuage the loom of my pain.

I love you till there shall be no more sea
I love you till mountains are fled and gone
I love you till time turns to eternity
I love you through the everlasting dawn
O Mary, let me wipe away all tears
From your eyes, give me the cross of your cares.
                         iv
One day before we build another house
Or plant a vineyard new, to the garden
Come, here with me, and be my ransomed spouse
And jasmines plant in love's sweet heaven
And hibiscus for the honey I'll drink
Like a hummingbird at your sacred tongue
One day love, ere the stars forever sink
And angels ascend the breathless rung
We will smell the jasmines blooming, and kiss
Upon the scented air, we will embrace
Our drowsed dreams within the wakening mist 
And laugh like children in love's fragrant place
One day love, the time of separation
Will past, then Mary, our celebration!    


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Aphrodite Night

    APHRODITE NIGHT
Remembering that night of our last touch,
when nothing was between us we should know,
in love with loving you, and just how much
I wonder where in time do such nights go?

Forbidden like a box that's sealed up tight,
or like the flame that Zeus refused to share
with mortals such as we, and on this night,
Pandora's box was opened everywhere,

you were, that night, my first and only love
and always shall remain that part of me,
created from the earth and waters of
a night that Aphrodite made to be.

       And I am more than blessed for loving you
          forever and all time, as I shall do.
                   © RON WILSON aka vee bdosa


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The Spirit Within

The Spirit in me meets the same Spirit in you 
saluting the divine in you 
saluting the Light of God in you. 
bringing together my body and soul, 
focusing my divine potential, 
bowing to the same potential within you. 
bowing to the divine in you. 
recognizing that within each of us is 
a place where Divinity dwells, 
when we are in that place, we are One.

Peter  LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter B. LeBuhn