Ancient horoscopes
twelve constellations arrayed
a circle of fate-
read as the constellations
behind sun on your birthday
But the Earth titled
its axis drifted through ages
wobbling through the years-
one degree in seventy
it seemed insignificant
A hundred years pass
the stars slide out single days
just out of the frame-
the chart remains accurate
yet the heavens advancing
After 300 year pass
for some their sign is now wrong
spring appears in fall
what was once read as Aries
is now Pisces behind sun
The lesson is clear
zodiacs freeze time in place
but the stars move on
prophecies lose their anchor
when the sky forgets its map
Autumn breezes in bright and bold
regally arrayed in red and gold.
I long for flowers
for their petals and scent
for their hint of passing
in yearn for lament
who has picked them?
who has cut their stems?
to vase them drowned, stone dead
to sprinkle, drift away in a sashay of tide
to drop as garlands
around bare feet
wary of the crush of fragrance
sometimes it rains
in my garden of flowers
that gives and takes
among the stakes and rows of stones
of broken and held promises
arrayed as receptacles
awaiting the honeybees
their enchanted direction
to string blooms
into insane
garland chains of
forget-me-knots
longing for
flowers long gone
in passing, a long time ago
now just daisies
everlasting
stringing along
Like lifting up the spirit,
To His Majesty, I’ll pray,
Entertaining heaven,
For she’s lavishly arrayed;
May our time,
Chime at hand;
Building within me:
She’s a tenor, noted,
Splendidly sustained;
So, let it be –
Step forward now in a brand-new way,
Encourage yourself as David did say.
The balancing acts, the burdens we bear,
With weights in our hands, will soon vanish in air.
As we worship Him, He steadies our path,
Guiding us gently, withholding His wrath.
Jehovah Jeriah, Rapha, Nissi -
In His Grace and Blood, we walk freely.
We are pressing through, we are coming strong,
We are overcomers, that’s where we belong.
With divine wisdom, re-arrange the ruins,
Transforming lives and cities, breaking chains.
Build a new, for miracles draw near,
On our path, manifestations, will soon appear.
Listen closely to your heartbeat’s sound,
Let your uniqueness be truly unbound.
We are stepping forward, no longer delayed,
In purpose and power, divinely arrayed.
The distant cold hum
of a refrigerated embryology.
Morning eggs arrayed
in their cartons,
domed power-plants
in laboratory-white.
I crack a shell open,
by cautious habit
check for any telltale spindrift of red,
a sign of incipient life
or the Sunnyside-up face of death.
I wandered through the forest felled.
Its stumps arrayed as scars.
Its bird song larks forever quelled,
to axed-silent memoirs.
Remnants of trees are now a maze,
traced by entrails of mists.
Curling up as veils between leaves,
that once held memories.
The moon's face shunned, shamed.
The wind scurried all around,
the graves of trees blatantly maimed,
along paths no feet had ground.
The forest of trees, lost its leaves.
Lost its old trunks of dreams.
Lost all its shade and shadows cast,
to vast bright white clearings.
I saw the ancient remnant dells,
spared of incumbent trees,
get crowded out by death-neath spells,
of clearings, felled down to knees.
Your pretty eyes,
I realize;
You’re beautiful to me:
An ebony, most heavenly,
Arrayed coquettishly;
You’re giving and a gift,
Like the rise of Christmas morn’
As adorned a necklace with,
Upon my heart you’re worn –
From the high deck, gazing far away
The southern sky, the clouds arrayed
Passing overhead in summertime
Stirring up dreams with open eyes
A warm wind sweeps across my face
The wild doves have left their place
Carrying with them joyful songs
Seagulls enjoy the sky all day long
The sparrows forget the green land
In the shade, they form a noisy band
The birds enjoy the sky of freedom
Unchain the neck, life is awesome
The blue sky without borders smiles
Men and birds can enjoy a free sky
Pursue the living creature’s goal
Earth has given freedom to each soul
In the sky a sign appeared. A woman clothed with the sun.
The moon beneath her feet and on her crown twelve stars.
A woman to revere. Mother of God’s only Son.
Gentle Virgin, sweet, Intercessor of our hearts.
Queen of Heaven, Queen of Angels, Queen of all the Earth,
Who to the Lord gave glory, and to His Son gave birth,
You followed on His way even to His very death.
Pray for us this moment and at our final breath.
The Queen, as always, stands arrayed in the finest gold,
At the right hand of the King, Whose throne will last forever.
She did as He commands, His handmaid to behold.
She points to Him in everything and disobeys Him never.
The Father’s faithful daughter, the mother of the Son,
Overshadowed by the Spirit, God’s will is always done.
An example to us all of faithfulness supreme
Humbly crowned in glory as our Queen.
Height 6'1", checked.
Waist a breath, legs a line,
checked.
Horned jaws, a sharp decree,
checked.
Weight, a feather's fallacy,
checked.
Groomed, primed, pinched,
poked,
A porcelain doll to be arrayed
before the hungry gaze of
vultures.
A spectacle, framed and bright,
Fascination of the surface.
This is what life on heels looks
like, my dear.
The longer you spend on it,
the more unbearable.
The brighter you shine, the faster
you burn.
Stay too long on these sharpened
stakes,
And bone yields, the spirit breaks.
A wound unseen, a silent tear,
Scars from the heels are hard to
heal.
“We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.”
We the People, in unity’s quest,
Craft a window, our very best.
A union more perfect, in colors arrayed,
With justice’s brilliance, never to fade.
Tranquility’s tones, peaceful and mild,
Like a mother’s embrace to her child.
Defense’s strength, in crimson hue,
Guards our freedoms, tried and true.
Welfare’s care, in emerald green,
Nurtures all, both seen and unseen.
Liberty’s light, in golden gleam,
For us and our children’s dream.
This Constitution, our sacred art,
Binds us together, never to part.
The cosmic conflict rages on
with battle lines distinctly drawn.
The good on one side is arrayed
Evil on the other parade.
Two forces battle for man’s mind
One to set free, and one to bind.
The good fights with means that are clean
While evil uses any means.
Within each mind the fight goes on
It starts the very day we’re born.
The evil side we’re prone to choose
So, most, the fight with evil lose.
Man was made for kinship with God
The evil side won him by fraud.
Friendship with God at first did sprout
Until evil injected doubt.
When evil yields its baleful fruit
The evil side blames God as brute.
Man’s blinded mind, thus harsher grows
‘Gainst God from whom, only good flows.
The crimes that blight man’s lofty dreams
and ruins his utopian schemes
reveal the nature of the fight
and makes him yearn for truth and right.
These virtues men will never find
While evil holds sway in their mind.
It's time men cease to play the fool,
Reject evil and let God rule.
Nice house by the river
Arrayed with colorful flowers
Side by side on a sandy path
Adorn the passerby with glee
At the side is the flowing river
Where standing trees serve as safeguard
Not to erode the soil for outcast
Above sees the azure sky reflecting warm day
At the right side is the green meadow for cattle
Who freely eat the young grass undisturbed
Oh, what a rural beauty it would be to live
The country side where all nature lovers love
The fresh air enveloping the area pretty welcoming
How could anyone exchange this beauty to anything
Whose mind and soul are entwine to nature's call to home.
Light withdrawn
Expands again
approaches dawn
clucks the hen
Constellations fade
Skies o’erspread
glory arrayed
chickens fed
Rising sun
Prayers bespake
omelets done
tastebuds awake
Entry in 'Embodying the Light' contest
Sponsor: Unspeaking Speaker
January 27, 2025
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