Queen of Heaven,
Lady of Solitude,
Sovereign of the Universe,
Opener of the Way,
Mistress of Angels,
Hail, O Builder of the Universe,
Graceful mysterious rose,
Refuge from despair,
Gate of Dawn
Whence light is born
Whom all in heaven see
As fairest of the fair and
Strongest of the strong.
Hail, O First Cause,
O Crown and Throne,
Soil and Flower,
Aether and the Sea,
Dragon-quelling
Slayer of demons and gods
Saboteur of all cruelties;
O, Glorious rutting virgin
Utmost benefactress
Devour our sufferings
Liberate us from our chains,
Gladden with your blessings.
Flying dove-like in the midst of a sea of blueness
Bringing a warm sensory of quiet and peacefulness
A delicate quill floats and moves with the mild breeze
Each butterfly represents a profound gift of gentle ease.
Whispering Wings, indigenous force's benefactress
Tugging the chords despite purveying mercifulness
Meandering in the pristine wilderness same as wildebeest
It suspires into our buoyant spirits, looks, and sparest.
Gravitational radiation, mindfulness adjustments
Scarcely an effectiveness shrinkage upright abutments
Will achieve divine reality in everlasting eternity
Heart at God glimpses from the chasm of leniency.
Balmy justness heaves, and the spirit reawakens
The scarcity of crispness was withdrawn slice at once
Ecstasy has glowed, and the epitome run sway
Emptiness is hidden when the shapes shrink away.
Written: January 12, 2022
for the 'Whispering Wings' Poetry Contest or Chantelle Anne Cooke.
DE PAULETTE GODDARD
ON PAULETTE GODDARD
From a child fashion model into a screen actress
Born in New York City at the start of the 20th century,
Paulette to New York University was a benefactress.
From a child fashion model into a screen actress
She died in her home after a long career of success;
Two films by Charlie Chaplin lives in my memory.
From a child fashion model into a screen actress
Born in New York City at the start of the 20th century.
02/01/2022
Paulette - 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
None can see the triumph in my eyes,
Or hear the fluttering wings within my breast
As Muse, in pity at my hapless sighs,
Returns to launch me once more on the crest
Of surging thoughts, to hopes I can aspire
To set them free and give them once more voice.
Now may She softly once again retire
Unnoticed, as upon the peak I poise.
Forgotten lie the shards of my despair,
The fickleness of benefactress Muse.
Who knows when next I'll rouse her from her lair?
Suffice it, when I call, she won't refuse.
Sally was a generous benefactress.
She spent her life giving away money like this.
She gave her wealth.
She gave herself.
Patron with attributes of wonderfulness.
Where ya been, baby?
Busy with business
Drama and trauma
and where have you been?
Creepin' through flesh
and spirit
and flesh
both of us wonder....
I got questions,
you got excuses.
I'm tired of being
The benefactress of this.
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I love you, namaste ~N
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