Sapphire stones, like little stars, shine.
Coal clouds form a webby design.
Dusts of light, with darkness, entwine.
Amidst red-black color flake
Waves of heavenly seas break.
The sun has gently gone to bed.
Bloody rays of the red moon spread.
Twilight, into rainbow shades, shred
Jet black kraits crawl around clouds.
Puzzles muse over dim shrouds.
Elephantine hills lay lazy.
Nocturnal creatures go crazy.
Environs seem as though hazy
While banks of rivers darkle
Water surfaces sparkle.
Amidst makeshift night's sluggish sigh
Cherubim fly about the sky.
Sleepy nightingales bid goodbye.
Silhouettes of flora dance.
As the breeze is in a trance
Angelic solemnness pervades.
Amidst the dead of night's black shades
Dewdrops decorate the grass blades.
I feel an unknown romance.
Spreading her mystical glance
... alleluias sound all around...
Cars are the wind on the streets
semi-truck wheels shriek thunder,
rain shatters against stone and brick walls
on dusty roads, oak trees fence with twigs—
wushu wooden clatters.
Dreadful arrays of dryads
azure and amethyst gossamer haze,
sleek, silken strikes gist an opera of wisteria,
as they sway to silver breeze's sibilant rustles.
They chant lullabies in lyrical lilts of hued iridescence,
of hearth and opals back to my scarlet nest.
Angelus silver trills, the sylphic sways of pure rays,
Coral rosary—incense strands of aurulent rimes
hum, endless hymns echo as choral evensong
alleluias softly peal out—doves with wet eyes
that drift upward on whispery—ethereal wings.
Ocean's plea emerges from apothic abyss,
a voice conveys the core of faxed shores and stars,
with earth and wind in a solemn tone.
A cosmic biography—in loud squeals and sighs
sea vernacular hinges on nature's lasting awe.
Breath goes to fog—snow melts into puddles—rain returns,
a china-white grave—encases the deceased deer,
before thawing in the morning—icy skin lies frozen.
An eerie distance holds my hand in a purifying blizzard.
The air smelled clean, with a TANG of the sea.
Stay clear of the favorite snuggling.
I'm sure he's scared of anything.
I'm sure they had fun EVENTIDE.
She used CRIMPED lace to alter the look visually.
There are some concerns of the FERAL topic.
So, how can HOWLING be reduced?
I believe she will put on the cowling.
She is, on a different side, a gentle PLUMB.
She is admired when sitting abroad.
She appears to be in the PEARLESCENT market.
It was the THRUM of magic inside her.
That was the thing that scared her the most.
The pigeon has a lot of fun chasing alleluias.
Particularly one that ends with hallelujah.
The silent mouse makes the darling shiver.
He wants to leave, but she wants to stay.
Written: April 4, 2021
Eight-word Bardenesque challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Feel the Love
Can you feel the love tonight, the Holy birth’s in sight
A Star awaits to be born, in a stable all forlorn
Just a manger for a bed where the babe may rest his head
Tiny hands and tiny feet - feet to follow, hands to reach.
Jesus, God's gift to the world, His only son sent to earth
To redeem and cleanse of sin, believers who'll trust in Him
Mary the chosen Mother, to take care of our Brother
To Joseph He gave the role, guardian to His child's soul.
Join with Angels praise and sing, glory to the King of Kings
A gem of the Trinity, come to save humanity
Alleluias, songs of love, for the treasure from above
So generous is God's heart, He's gifted His son to ours.
Christmas is time to let go, of past trials and sorrow
The future is looking bright, in the stars this Silent night.
* * *
Christmas Eve 2020
Palm Sunday
Shopping and hawking,
purchasing and vending their wares;
the observant noticed;
the indifferent paid no mind;
the powerful perturbed by all the noise
make their way to confront
and charge the man
some call anointed.
Loud and raucous singing
disturbs the quiet of the status quo.
Those who should be seen and not heard
are making the utmost clamor;
appreciated by some;
angering others
insisting they turn the volume down.
Boulders will sing
while trees will give their branches
to welcome the mighty
if the lowliest of participants
are muzzled by the powerful,
but they sing in applause;
an affront to the self-made mighty.
Shaking off the winter greys and
waving springtime green,
a shout welcomes the anointed one.
Thrown off fashion lines the path
covering eager rocks
postponing the clearing of their throats.
Join the cavalcade
and raise the benediction;
awaken the sleeping alleluias
and the slumbering hosannas.
Join the lowest of the low
and applaud the highest of the high.
But beware,
the shoppers are eager to buy,
even if the cost is high.
And the hawkers are ready
to sell their merchandise.
Allahu Akbar!
Heads rolled, limbs frayed, wow!
An ocean of blood, Allahu Akbar!!
Their reason for the season
Martyrs of wiles on these simple lie
Allahu Akbar! 20 virgins tiredly waiting,
Fresh tomatoes winking
it is I
Allahu Akbar!!
Peace in white, simplicity adorning
God in man, man in God
Emmanuel
Will peace through these heathen rise?
Or shall their Alleluias ring? Allahu Akbar!
From the east, their tiny star shone
Dome, doom, mime, maim, gbom!
Allahu Akbar!!
Shoulder to shoulder they stood
Allahu Akbar!
Echoing in splaterring flesh
God in man, man in God
Allahu Akbar!
God is the greatest
Senile man plays God
fixing the wrongs of who,
Allah?
Fireworks in their sky
curl up before lightening kiss the thunder
joy immeasurable facing the star
winking tomatoes screaming I
Je suis Charlie
The Ka'bah, so peaceful
see how it stitches the world
with bombs and explosives
from Baga to Paris
peace offering chanting
Allahu Akbar!
Slipping through the fingers of my mind,
all those vague perceptions
of the "I" inside this body
will provide a strange parade
behind the mirror of my life.
If I have learned from growing old,
the fallacy of endless plodding
from one victory until the next--
celebrating notches carved
down to that last bouquet upon my grave,
then it's no journey after all,
but an immersion into truth.
Make of the day, the captaincy of night,
a starship traveling from light to light
when time is one. Let wonder settle in
where hammer blows are dieing.
Stand off upon the crest of doubt
and watch creation groan,
a universe in manifest;
see the one, the present moment
coalescing in our hands,
for that is where the glory lies.
That is where the resurrection waits,
and only there beside the hidden God
the Alleluias ring.
~
Not a torch, a candle
marks the gate to life,
in peril for its faithfulness
and unafraid to die.
And were its flame extinguished
as a witness to devotion,
all the marchers, self-inflamed,
would know the victory
is of a new Jerusalem
from higher ground,
profound the wound
and sanctified the blood
imparted in its sacrifice.
Call down the city, floating
in your dome of stars.
Bow low before your deity
that rules within the heart,
transcendent, built of broken clay
and its own miracle,
the spring of day within.
To such the alleluias rise.
To one great cause
the armies march full-armored
underneath the banner
of their love,
and though impossible,
their everlasting dream
~
"It is finished", cried our Lord
As He hung upon the tree
In magnificent obedience
To His Father's firm decree.
He knew well that He was going
Toward that lonely hillside cave
As he rode with "Alleluias",
Men's deceitful souls to save.
How His brave heart must have broken
As He traveled forth to die
When the cries of adulation turned
To shouts of "Crucify".
I'd like to think I would have stayed there
With the sad and faithful few
Who were with Him through His ordeal
As the senseless anger grew.
I hope I would have brought Him water
As He moaned with dreadful thirst
And would have stayed to hold His mother
To protect her from the worst.
And I hope that unlike Peter
I'd be too loyal to deny
That I knew my loving Savior
Who for you and me would die.
Won first place
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