Lord, please put summer on pause...
everything is bathed in jade and bronzed.
Queen Ann's lac and curbside weeds,
beatified in the sweet, sautéed sunshine.
Everything is sheened in overabundance-
the aspen leaves are jiving on the breeze.
A cardinal is as plump as an uncut ruby...
for two weeks on- when the sun comes up
it weaves a song with lemon drops
is it taunting me or thanking the good lord
Lord, please put summer on pause
While I'm still enmeshed in bone and flesh
within the golden foothills of a heavenly crush.
USPS 2010 : Mother Teresa 100 Anniversary
Overcoming many ups and downs,
pacing the pious path God paved for her,
Mary Teresa born in Albania
became Mother Teresa in Calcutta.
Tormented by the agony of the destitute
she brought them to her home,
to where she felt they should be,
for everybody in her eyes is born equal.
She heard dedicated the divine call
of compassion resonate within,
reverberating as the voice of the Lord
in the dark nights of the sick.
The benevolent soul got beatified
and she was canonized in due time.
The ever caring mother entered
the holy sanctum of sainthood.
Raising her passion for the human service
to the ethereal heights of fortitude,
she emerged in the Missionaries of Charity
as the fountain of joy for the needy.
The citadel of empathy she created
decades ago with the bits of her heart,
abandons even now the tears of the indigent,
although she has gone to her heavenly abode.
She came from remote Albania to Calcutta all the way
as a young Catholic nun to permanently stay.
By chosen profession a passionate teacher unflawed,
destiny drove her to be a benign missionary of God.
Overcame ups and downs in pious path for herself she set,
besieged by the agony of the sick and the destitute she met,
the self-less soul heard the compassionate decree of divinity,
and home she brought them to the Missionaries of Charity.
Decades ago she made alone her singular humane journey,
absorbed in fountain of joy the tears of the indigent and needy.
For human service her kind heart did whatever it could surmise,
she received the Magsaysay and also the Nobel Peace Prize.
The benevolent soul got beatified and she was canonized,
caring universal mother entered the sanctum of sainthood sanctified,
for, to the world of the deprived she belonged divinely enticed,
and found a blessed place in the heart of Jesus Christ.
B Bloom Bootiful, Beautiful, Beatified, Blessed, Book Loving, Beis Neeman
L Likeable, Ladylike, Laughing, Learned, Listener
I Inimitable, Inquisitive, Inquiring, Interested, Interesting
M Matronly, Mothering, Mentoring, Mature, Middos Good, Matters
A Amiable, Attractive, Artistic, Adventurous, Articulate, Accountable
Y Yes full, Yearning, Yoga Lover & Loose, Yoghurt Pure White
E Edible, Erudite, Earnest, Educated, Enticing, Energetic, Eyes Green, Electric
H Humble, Honest, Hardworking, Homemaker, Heartful, Homey Heimish Honey
I Innkeeper Hachnasus Orchim, Irrigator with Tears
D Discoverer, Dreamer, Day Maker, Dutiful, Dresser Extraordinaire
I Individual, Inventive, Iridescent
S Spontaneous, Special, Super Star, Sure Thing, Safe Bet, Sagacious, Supernal, Spiffy, Spic N Span, Soothsayer, Seer of Obscure, Scrumptious, Tsinus, Soothing, Sleeper Olympic, Step Up, Secret, Spiritual, Soulful, Singing, Soaring, Something Else, Sympathy Provider, Shalom Beis Maker, SAS Patron, Sew Fabulous
Prayer without indemnity,
prejudice, or blame,
weaponizing Diety…
a dogma-based refrain
Through Him our Divinity
rejoining heart and mind,
to truly know Who reigns supreme
last sacrament defined
Religion like the training wheels
discarded when we we’re young,
to free the rider in the wind
—His spokes forever spun
(Easter Dreamsleep: April, 2022)
Mary Teresa of Albania became Mother Teresa of Calcutta,
Overcoming many ups and downs on the pious path she set.
Tormented by the agony of the poor and the destitute
Home she brought them to where they should be as she
Experienced the divinity of call of compassion from within,
Resonating as the voice of God in the dark night of the sick.
The benevolent soul got beatified and she was canonized,
Ever caring mother entered the holy sanctum of sainthood,
Raising her passion for human service to heaven for fortitude,
Emerged in Missionaries of Charity as joy fountain for the needy.
Singular lone journey she began decades ago from her heart
Absorbs still the tears of the indigent although she is gone.
September 13, 2019
Contest : My Upcoming Birthday (09-03) Celebrity-Any Form
Sponsor : William Kekaula
Henry VI and Napoleon were crowned Kings there
A hunchback found his lady fair,
But heartbreak comes to Notre Dame
As she is now in flames
Joan of Arc, whose reputation was maligned
Was beatified there in 1909
But heartbreak comes for Notre Dame
As she is now in flames
The flames have died, the lady stands
She'll be restored and again be grand
Where once, the hunchback, with heart aflame
Found love and solace with this Dame
4-21-19
Notre Dame In The News Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
All that waits within me
unfulfilled
Awaits within you
Together
appreciating what we could become
like advent
awaiting a great transformational revolution
restoring peace through inside
outside co-arising justice
But also like lent
preparing for Bad Friday,
a revolution of deadly terror
destroying ego's last fragments
of unchanging stasis inside
outside co-arising climates
individuating identity
In all that longs lonely within you
unfulfilled
Awaits within me
on back to original regenerators
waiting
changing
waiting
breathing in
changing directions
breathing out
waiting
breathing in belonging
waiting
once again together
When all Earth's voices wait within us
unfulfilled
I feel wrong to break my silence
When beauty invites solidarity,
commands more than limp tolerance
of nature's diversity,
regenerates celebration of integrity
felt
breathed
beat
surfed
sung
beatified.
My friend
Lazarus of Bollongre died
In an accident.
He shook it more than twice
When he peed on the fence of Nehru park,
And it cost him his life when a truck
Rammed him from behind.
All of us,
His bereaved friends, knew
He wasn't Lazarus of Bethany, and
None of us a carpenter either.
But we shouted at the morgue's door,
'Lazarus, come forth', beatified by barrels
Of rice-beer we drank in mourning.
At his funeral,
Two days later, we buried him
With pomp and gaiety.
His coffin rested on our shoulders
On the way to the cemetery, and we carry
The fond bruises till this day.
His soul
Rested for a while at Balpakram,
And he washed his feet in the black pool.
We hung chunks of smoked meat around the ancient rock,
Food for his onward journey, and we shouted again,
'Lazarus, go forth'.
And he left for his eternal home, and
We raised our glasses one more time for the road.
CALLIOPSIS
(For M.M.E)
My calliopsis,
One beatified breath in me
A rolling ray in my race
Tender softness in my embrace
My calliopsis,
Elephantine influence in me
Dissolving magic in my blood
Thou art my victory and my sword
My calliopsis,
The only strength left in me
The Soprano in my song
The magical sweetness in my tongue
My calliopsis,
Skeletal framework in me
Veins running my blood of life
Defender and fender of my strife
My calliopsis,
Aphrodite’s touch in me
Bringer of light to my night
Distinctive clearness in my sight
If only I could live this world
A thousand times
A thousand times
And another thousand times,
Still you will be my calliopsis,
My calico,
My callaloo,
And my calla lily.
Bolaji Ramos
( Ripley believe it or not) This occurrence I wrote happened a few hours ago, these are actual facts, deep emotions, listen to the emotions
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- Loverboi
HAIL THEE OSAMA, NOT !
I cry your demise, Oh dear Osama
For you live not long to be a saint
From The sour fruits you sow since the decades
Just yesterday, your elder was blessed
John was called, Oh dear Pope John
Beatified for life of a flock-Sherperd
That never canibalized upon the flocks
In peace he leads, in reality he preached
The world to turn a new image
What was your motive then? Bn
Progress for humanity or long live to the Qur'ans Sharia?
Who live to rule the other? Humans or faith?
Learn where you got it wrong, Mujaheddin
On your second coming, dare not evil
Never dwell in tora bora!
Bear with men and learn
If only you care to the core
We should have crave your mercy
As sympathizers
Apostles to Jesus, harmless merciful talibans
Yet I admire you a lot, I adore you
Its works of a mad courage to stand alone
And existed as the odd for this long
So your sainthood days shall come
For my joy to call you Prophet Bn Osama
I pray thee peace, I call the true warrior
For the bad memories that haunts me always
Never to forget, till you exist no more.
when one thinks about the truth go's down the cave of are
love are called angular rivers across the
landscape of the resistance
we know
the existence of happiness is not an impulse in
yourself or a mourning of
the absolute risk with the...
...air cleared up visions of our heaven...
comes off the stand and the wild boar of Tempt
and ...
...the defendant wishes to be the one to do revolutionary
thinkers tie on the sidelines of balance
You have already seen how mediocre
the kiss of a stranger who just about him looking
and does not want to experience what love is
the rays
of happiness
envy the way of the whirlwind
of what beatified become
as a mystery of love 's
grace the delusional idea
of the rich figureheads
who experience what the cold
told how urgently needed the perfection
of an underground language that plague lackeys peace 's
founders can get yourself a crown of magic and dwarfed
around the trees of interaction
the wind refreshing shape
stormed the poet's responsibility
of the extended bet a wordless dictation wishing for
others to use as an image curve do cry
engraved paper to the house of loyalty