Love and hate is like two trains heading in opposite directions.
It's a choice that you make with the miracle of freewill.
So I choose the train of thought of love.
And begin to question, how does one make love?
If one starts with kisses as the first base.
Would the process of applying lipstick be considered a kiss?
In that case my mouth would have missed the chance to be first.
What about eating a fruit of life with its sweet nectar?
In that case I would be last since mothers milk comes first.
If kisses produce love in my veins.
I would go for that over sour wine.
But what happens to love if it is over fermented?
Would I be overdosing on the bitter taste of medicines ?
Afghanistan is the place to go
Lapis Lazuli is brought out in buckets
Her blues shining in the sun
Healing me in spite of myself
A stone that boots your immune system
sooths inflammation, alleviates insomnia
overcomes depression and purifies your blood
I should have brought some relatives with me for this
I go down deep into the cave, swallowing my fear
understanding the benefits will outweigh my feelings
they allow me to choose my own stones
I feel charged, alive, healthier almost instantly.
Lapis Luzuli is the cure for so much that ails me.
BODY AILS … YET SPIRIT SOARS
You’d think I’d rattle when I walk,
I’ve pills of this and that.
Some make me feel even sicker,
others warned … make me fat.
Take “Viagra” for rare PH,
Lung-Heart rare illness pill.
Several for other organs, fact
one-third kidney’s … no thrill.
If, drink more water for kidney,
Heart Failure might affect.
Most minds tell folks, “breath”, with “Central
Apnea “ … mine forgets.
When stand, high-blood pressure drops low,
ninety-five / fifty five.
Body ails, yet spirit still soars,
grateful … I’m still alive!
Fact take twenty pills is is not bad,
gotta take to stay well.
But wonder, if Doc’s took these, they'd
feel better … or like -ell?
Won’t fuss about number of pills,
for this, and this, and that.
Thankful have all these, or I might,
just fall down dead … splat!
A thousand miles these feet had and still taking,
with one step in front of the other since birth awakened.
Wisdom in each loose silver strand
as if each breath of whispers were planned.
Once in a while these eyes had seen
Miracles as years went, were treasured, and gleaned.
Flaming sunset brought sore knees and cold hands,
Generations of tangled and answered prayers transcended.
Body ails yet spirit soars
with blessings of the Lord.
11/10/2023
Body ails yet spirit soars indeed
For this, I pray that God grants my need
So I can continue reaching-out
Midst weakness-doubt and sickness-pout.
With human nature’s flaw, causing pain
My flesh succumbs to grief; I complain
Then seek for heavenly help, divine*
For my heart's shield from frustration-whine.
Driving my spirit for triumph glow
The Lord I trust against trials’ blow
For me to ascend with gladness’ hope
Propelled as I victoriously cope.
Endowed with strength of spiritual might
I’ll do right, smite fright by prayer flight
Yielding to Holy Ghost Who grants zest
As I fulfill role’s best, feeling blest.
*2Corinthians 4:1Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not; 4:7 But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.
November 10, 2023
2nd place, "Body ails yet spirit soars" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 11/11/2023
She’s gradually becoming a shadow,
Yet she looks beyond the shrivelled meadow,
She’s gradually walking into the night,
Yet she summons the light.
She rises with the morning,
She says the bed calls for mourning,
Though her body ails,
Her hope sails.
At dawn, she summons the elements,
As can be seen in her statements,
She stands tall on the inside,
Even though she’s feeble outside.
She believes in a rebirth,
She’s cloaked with mirth,
She looks into redemption’s mirror,
She fights every awakening terror.
November 9, 2023.
Great our blessings throughout life,
Odd thoughts we have about the meaning
Don’t we have sorrow, sometimes strife
Sent us by a perfect being.
Will our faith withstand the moment
Illness sometimes tests us most
Leave to others doubt to foment
Let us simply trust the Host.
Believe in Him, He’s always with us,
Even when the path looks bleak.
Don’t disparage of his goodness
Only because the flesh is weak.
Now look toward long life and recover
Even in stress God’s love discover.
the little engine that could, as they say. he's the tortoise that won the race, despite not coming in first, second, or third. he won hearts because he completed the long, grueling race. many naysayers thought he couldn't do it. they scoffed at his advanced age and bad knee. they thought he'd give in mid-race, but he defied insurmountable odds, shushing all doubters. they counted him out before the race even began, yet, here he is, at the other side of the ribbon! it's his first-ever marathon. hobbling at the finish line, yet he's in seventh heaven! take a bow, grandpa. well-earned!
against-all-odds win
never underestimate ~
quite the underdog
Freezing in the midst of hostile ice monsoon
triggering aching woes beneath blood and bones,
I search for a quilt woven in sanguine rune
silken feathers of clementine and gold tones-
body ails, yet spirit soars, sings to the moon,
beyond clouds obscured in kohl sleets of hailstones
whilst rhapsodies of nature serve light to calm-
scattered scars in the air, like cosmic mint balm
But as skies swing heavy, and coldness seeps in,
hope breathes from sapphire dews of rain waltzing free,
for when mists of nature envelopes my skin,
I find traces of peace from roots of my tree
amidst the piercing pain pulsating within-
fields of eagle ferns, the tranquilizing key,
sets a serene scene with silver sequined lines,
sprinkling zests of zen from inner sun that shines.
Sometimes mind gets blanketed in confusion,
sinking behind steel walls sculpted in distress
although shadowed stars swirl like an illusion,
faith is the thread for thin needles to redress
and restitch fragmented frames of vague vision.
So let suppressed agony slowly digress
in pearl pages of cathartic tomorrows-
now my ink abandons yesterday's sorrows.
The room is filled
with sweat and sounds
of heavy breaths,
heaved by shivering lungs.
Every muscle of the body
aches and whimpers
buried in exhaustion,
drowned in sweat.
But where there is a will,
there’s always a way.
This stubborn heart
is strong enough
to carry me up onto the stage.
To carry this trophy
of heavy gold, embedded
with jewels that I could never own.
Clasping tight -
as an eagle with talons -
I spread my wings
high, over the clouds
hovering over sunrise.
Sweating exhilaration
bathed in glory
and my soul reassures,
“You truly deserve it.”
Body ails, yet spirit soars to see
Mother Nature’s beauty that surrounds
us all. I feel thankful just to be
in a place where nature’s spell abounds.
Yes, a magic spell I am under -
as I view many mountains everywhere.
At trees ablaze I gaze in wonder
in the freshness of the autumn air.
Though in pain, I must show gratitude
for friends, family and the outdoors.
Positive will be my attitude.
Yes, body ails, yet spirit soars.
With body and spirit we live;
as one, forms a team that will give
support to each other- yet find
our spirit empowers the mind.
The mind is a powerful thing;
within it, our spirit will sing.
for it is born deep in the Soul
to keep us together- and whole.
The body lives on with a heart-
as organs contribute their part.
When ailing, will signal the pain;
discomfort is hard to contain.
So that's when our Spirit uplifts
and sores with its God-given gifts,
to help soothe the physical hurt-
endorphins for solace, insert.
Yes, “mind over matter” is true.
The spirit within, coming through
to uplift dim outlooks when ill;
keep strong and empower our will.
Fate mastered me, captained my soul
And Ruby took her love to town.
I rage amid the noise and haste,
but I dont let it get me down.
My mind, it is not a kingdom.
My 'Hope’ plucked all its feathers out.
I could not hold fast to my dreams,
but my love, it knows no doubt.
Uplifting verse, it let me down.
The poets lines don't compare
as we face our last adventure
with the memories that we share
I am old and my body frail
And nothing works quite like it should
My joints hurt, my complexion pale
but in you I see only good.
I wish that I could leave this room
and walk hand in hand once again
and see you smile and laugh at me
and not just in a picture frame.
I love you now, I loved you then,
I will love you forever more.
My body fails but you I love,
as my soul exits through death's door.
I was in the hospital at only five,
the medicine gave me a big hive.
Sunday school taught us to be alive,
my spirit soared and wanted to drive.
When I was seven I got really sick,
they gave me ice cream to lick.
I loved warm soup with a cheese breadstick,
my spirit loved it and soared with a big kick.
Now older with aches and pains yet wiser,
my spirit soars like a heavenly geyser.
With elements of earth, water, air, ether, and fire
The body is framed like a bundle of paradoxes.
The soul, the lord, and the master of this self soar higher.
When its mission, herein, is accomplished as flummoxes
Diseases, like swarms of honey bees, enwrap this physique.
These, like water on lotus leaves, don't affect the spirit.
Though veins, bones, and nutrients are full, the physique seems weak.
Existence, herein, passes like a clandestine claret.
Deep sleep drubs the body, but the spirit is on the move.
Beyond mountains and valleys, like a tender breeze, it blows
From all that is known to the unknown, narrow furrow grove
Journeying towards perfection, like a fountain, it flows
Entering another body, the soul gladly exists.
Physique, as the spirit's wagon, wins over all the twists…
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