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Love Yet Unknown

An infant's cry has an Elysian ring,
endearing the late-night hour.
A tiny, yet rattling, distinct sound, 

impinges a young mother's weary body.
Joyously awakened, she follows her heart,
as a newborn angel softly calls.
 
Rest will evade for a short while
as motherly instincts prevail;
endearing the late-night hour.

Tender emotions overwhelm her soul
as dream-like powers drift over,
impinges a young mother's weary body.

Angelic bells heard in air, abound.
Time is of no essence,
as motherly instincts prevail.

Waiting in a Lilliputian ruffled bassinet,
contentment, despite weariness,
a newborn angel softly calls.

Life now holds a most sacred trust,
a miracle of wonderment.
Time is of no essence.

Her total being, now complete,
dreamlike trends never felt before,
impinges a young mother's weary body.

Now aspiring to her most magnanimous role,
futurity holds only hopefulness &
a miracle of wonderment.

Nebular images, as far as she can see,
in tune with her dreams, now reality.
A newborn angel softly calls.

Halos, aspirations, is all that she sees.
An infant's cry has an Elysian ring.
Futurity holds only hopefulness, &
a tiny, yet rattling, distinct sound.

Drifting, in her thoughts,
tones of amazement, never felt before,
impinges a young mother's weary body,
a newborn angel softly calls.

Copyright © Virginia Muller | Year Posted 2009

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DEAR GUARDIAN ANGEL

Soul journeys here upon these earthly shores
Testing sojourn through realms of dark and light
Walking through now and here with trials galore


There strides a guardian angel who keeps score
Spirit-soul unfurls the path of fond sight
Soul journeys here upon these earthly shores


Man searching sacred destiny to see more
Brave heart learning to discern play of light
Walking through now and here with trials galore


Being first-cause to live a life that spores
A world of opposites confronts each flight
Soul journeys here upon these earthly shores


Field trip and tale of fate beyond this door
Poise and choice dictate bold drama and plight
Walking through now and here with trials galore


Grace provides truth and beauty to fund more
My guardian angel walks me with kind light
Soul journeys here upon these earthly shores
Walking through now and here with trials galore


Leon Enriquez
17 Mar 2014
Singapore

Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014

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Villanelle: Whose voice so insistent and so early to whine

illanelle: Whose voice so insistent and so early to whine

(I have just found a poem I wrote three days before I was tossed up
and knocked down by a speeding car while I was mid-way on a zebra-
crossing on an entry-road to a mosque. I had the right of way. The curious 
thing was/is that I saw no car approaching from the right. The driver - a Tunisian in a hurry to pay his respects to Allah - did not, according to him, see me either. Curious! P.S. The car hit me right where there is a 30km speed limit signpost in front of a primary school, and the driver is still driving around in a postal services delivery van. Vive la France! Viva la Francia! The emasculation through isolation and the strangulation through noise nuisance continue unabated! The Brave New World! under Socialist management!)

Whose voice so insistent and so early to whine
Jabbering heads rap on the panes of my ears
Can howling winds meticulous eke out Nature's design

Last Exit to Brooklyn not by rote every line
Requiem for a Dream's stream of consciousness leers
Whose voice so insistent and so early to whine

Do my words madly rushing winds now entwine
Whose bones rattle in the shutters of my fears
Can howling winds meticulous eke out Nature's design

Does the magic fridge's realism pop pills divine
Make me look the svelte creature the world requires
Whose voice so insistent and so early to whine

The Algebra of Need's burning cold in my vein
Black dealer king's piston bursting through dry tears
Can howling winds meticulous eke out Nature's design

The gaping hunger in my soul sickens in my brine
Spoon-fed needlefuls bloat attention in dears
Whose voice so insistent and so early to whine
Can howling winds meticulous eke out Nature's design

(c) T. Wignesan, Paris – February 6, 2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016