I arose later, in the middle of the night kind
with a kind of a strange thought on my mind,
the kind I know, it was the very reason why,
I arose later, with that thought trailing behind-
in the middle of the night: "was it the coffee?"
I stared at the ceiling, eye on a speck,
Half-asleep wondering: "A bug? What the heck?"
I got out of bed, now obviously mad.
It landed right on me, invading my space,
Making me jump as I swatted my face,
Chasing the critter—then memory flashed—
I arose later in the middle of the night kind,
with a kind of a strange thought on my mind,
the kind I know, it was the very reason why,
I arose later, with that thought trailing behind-
in the middle of the night, I realized-
"No bug spray." My reason why.
the night before Christmas
the ultimate book
read the eve of Christmas
us kids all peeking a look
the night before Christmas
we all laugh at "arose with a clatter"
the world is perfect now
nothing is the matter
And arose whence Tagoreweb nature 154
And arose whence
Up she goes and arose whence a misfit
My thyme rosemary and my bay leaf delight leaves a pulpit
A patsy outskirt arose a pinnacle up to zenith sky underneath Bethlehem
A fanciful misfit hue staid in outspoken twilight until alone Eden sank in grief grieving for a leaf
A fanciful Myst of a song soared along the flight of a mundane delight upon a cosmos and a white lily
A sunlit raisin croon and the flight of the song a spell along , o'er the mundane and the cosmic hymn
Up she goes!
And arose whence a soul kindled a verse and the fanciful basilica temple as kismet wills on in wilmette and in jolene!
Ingratitude
Tagoreweb
Raga : Behug- Keertan
Taal: Dadra
Composition time (Bangla) : 1328
Composition(After Christ) : 1921
Composition place : Shantiniketan
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And arose whence
Up she goes and arose whence a misfit
My thyme rosemary and my bay leaf delight leaves a pulpit
A patsy outskirt arose a pinnacle up to zenith sky underneath Bethlehem
A fanciful misfit hue staid in outspoken twilight until alone Eden sank in grief grieving for a leaf
A fanciful Myst of a song soared along the flight of a mundane delight upon a cosmos and a white lily
A sunlit raisin croon and the flight of the song a spell along , o'er the mundane and the cosmic hymn
Up she goes!
And arose whence a soul kindled a verse and the fanciful basilica temple as kismet wills on in wilmette and in jolene!
Ingratitude
Tagoreweb
Raga : Behug- Keertan
Taal: Dadra
Composition time (Bangla) : 1328
Composition(After Christ) : 1921
Composition place : Shantiniketan
Your love flew wingless with the summer wind,
And left me stranded, hopeless, in a pit.
Alone I became too much for my mind,
With my love jailed by your self-written writ.
I was consumed by the flame of your rage,
Yet from the ashes, I arose anew.
I found a heart whose kindness could assuage,
And clean even a faintest thought of you.
Your cruelty bent me but couldn't break me,
I rode the distance on your stormy wave,
Till real love brave the storm to free me,
And polished my heart, making me feel brave.
Each fibre of my heart now flows with love,
At last, your wickedness has fallen through.
Joy walks with me, hand in hand, hand in glove,
Made whole by love thats's steadfast, strong and true.
Native Americans call me 'Paleface'
'Roundeye' say the Chinese race
to a Scot I'm a 'Sassenach' 'Boyo' to those in Wales
altho' a 'Limey' in New York
I answer to none such hails
once a 'Gweilo' in Hong Kong Down Under was a 'Pom'
you may give a dog a bad name (and/or a bone)
he may even be your (best) 'Pal' don't think me fuddy-duddy
for what's more I have my limits and I'm not your (good) 'Buddy'
then a 'Rooinek' 'round Cape Town
'Farangi' was I in Dubai
and tho' no English rose was a 'Bloke' when there
as originally from Kenya when owned by Blighty
in some parts of the U.S.A. I'm now called 'Whitey'
'Haole' in Hawaii that's me and 'Gringo'
down south in Mexico
seems I'm all things to all men a man of many hats
altho' no they know me not
whether saint or sinner
you may call me what you will
but just not late for dinner
Where there had been laughter, sparkling tears
Kissing naked hearts with shadows, clinging fears
Dreams silenced by the darkness, quiet despair
Erasing all the light within, doubt beyond compare
Echoes of grace and mercy, breathlessly listening
Lifting the obscurity, inspirations flowing, glistening
Whispers pleading for new beginnings, the unveiling
Satisfaction rubbing away the worries, belief prevailing
Serenity sighs through the spirit, jubilantly singing
Dispelling the tears and fears, reprieve is ringing
Where there had been uncertainty and misgiving
His sweet grace dispels skepticism with thanksgiving
When Jesus colors hearts in hues of dancing praise
He reminds the worshiper that His love will amaze
Listen to the breath of hope pouring out on those
Who know He is the One who from death arose!
Of all the plethora of Easter thrills
The empty tomb always gives me chills
To think that Jesus rose from the dead
Unfathomable, but takes away our dread,
Reminding us that life goes on after death
That living in Christ sets us eternally free
After leaving this world, I’ll still be me,
Because I have everlasting life in Him
“Christ Arose” – I love to sing that hymn!
For some, Easter is a time for new frills
Seldom thinking of who has paid the bills
For our sin, He the Via Dolorosa tread
On the cross, He the supreme penalty bled
Reminding us that life goes on after death
“Oh, Lamb of God,” how can it be? --
That morning, at the tomb, Satan did flee
At Calvary, when we thought it all so grim
There, at the tomb, found our hope in Him.
[Note: Gina, I know it probably doesn't qualify, but
this is how it came to me. I tried Free Verse, but
it didn't work. So, I just want you to enjoy it this
way.]
written March 23, 2022
for "Easter Poetry Contest"
sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Darkness imbues sunlight,
Stars adorn pitch of night.
Pristine as north winds blow,
Huddled in loam, primroses grow.
Razor clouds streak across sky,
Starkly bleeding is dawn to eye.
Sangria balm touches azure skin,
Contrast like yang and yin.
Shadows shrink, ignoble retreat,
Selene, curtsey, obliges defeat.
Emblazes arise, heat carries,
Tip to root blushing varies.
Dawn serenades coming day,
Phoenix arose from ashes of grey.
Pigments leak from wounded sky,
Serene, expanse gone awry.
Restless in sound of silence,
Darkness stalks with defiance.
Bated pounce as sun depletes,
Across waned skies, color secretes.
Bloom resigns, surrenders,
Bows to infinite splendors.
Brigand moon ‘neath covert night
Abscond again, posies light.
She arose…
A phoenix out of a pile of ashes…
Out of abandonment
Out of hardships and constraints
Out of depression and sadness
She arose…
Out of cutbacks and setbacks
Taking to the sky, looking down on ghosts
of mental, physical and economical abuse
She arose…
Strong, majestic, empowered and divine
Out of trials and tribulations she climbed…
Casting off unsightly remnants of loss and despair –
Leaving pain and sadness behind
She arose…
A new creature – beautiful and refined
Out of a pile of ashes the phoenix climbed
With a surge of energy, she took to the sky
And never looked back where her burdens lie
She arose.
The morn arose in golden hue
A vision to make a mortal sigh,
I gazed upon a Turner sky
And to the night, I bid adieu.
Writing Challenge 2, August 2019 - Enclosed Rhyme - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart.
15/8/2019
Standing in a valley
Of which no one knows,
A rose arose
Between my toes.
Watching in awe,
For magic is what I saw.
The rose still grows
Even as wind blows.
Smiling happily,
The rose so lovely.
A rose arose,
Feelings arouse.
Seeing her in my mind,
Just as the rose, one of a kind.
The rose still flowers,
Even when against nature.
Standing in a valley
Of which no one knows,
A rose arose as thoughts of love
Flown to the sky above.
Just because an impetus arose
Thank dog, and cat,
no pet tee filed - late fee
incurred from this
sole heir, matted son
Avenue of Harris communique
to his youngest sister
busy as a queen bee,
her name mentioned
backwards solely for
wry ming sense – re:
garding Dunning-Harris Shari:
Not there need not
be any clear cut,
nor cloudy total
reason to bolster wee
kind fortitude to write
an email (albeit
with my characteristic
trademark rhyme) to in vite
my own impetus to dash
off a friendly hello
in a gentle
effort to unite
sibling camaraderie,
whether this
material in question
profound or trite
with no pro noun
sub bull adverbial,
or adjectival intent,
and of course nada spite,
this exercise to compose,
whatever occurs within
mum mind quite
likely to concern
general circumstances,
rather than touch upon
any single plight
since, an easily educated guess
can paint (no Norman...
Everyone Knows Jesus Arose
Jesus arose and I do suppose
That everyone am sure knows
To heaven is where He goes.
Feel him in wind as it blows
And see after the lake froze
Grass that grows and grows.
He protects me from my foes
Together my life hems and sews
Is my savor and was He I chose.
Jim Horn
Long ago Man soaked alters in blood,
while sacrificing animals to God.
And ever since Noah and the flood
plows got hammered into sword and rod.
Civilizations grew and flowered,
only to vanish with little trace.
And men of peace were labeled coward,
while women were chattel, kept in place.
God was always at war with Mankind,
smiting pagans with His Holy wrath.
And a compromise was hard to find,
there was no hope for a peaceful path.
Jesus didn't think of God that way,
wanting to remove hate from His faith.
And preaching love, taught us how to pray
purging souls of unclean thoughts and wraith.
He challenged what the people got taught
and they demanded blood for His love.
And crucified Him, yet His death bought
us eternal life, through God above.
He was mourned and laid out in a cave,
where for three days, He suffered in hell.
And then He arose, and left that grave,
sought His apostles and bid them tell.
God The Father now lives in our heart,
and blood’s no longer offered to Him.
For through His Son, Man got a new start
and our fate no longer looks so grim.
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