I know someone, who is always there
The sorrows and victories,I can ,no doubt share.
A bond so deep,strong and precious
One who is regarded, being gracious.
A true friend, a guide,a protector
Paves the path to success,being a rector.
One who encourages, is always ready to sacrifice
His love and affection is vast,never dies.
He is there to cheer up and listen
With my success, his eyes always glisten.
He his benevolent, provides endless guidance
He is empathetic, with inbuilt patience.
To have him,is a divine blessing
My heart beats ,forever to sing
He,who is a hero,a selfless being
He is my Father, for me, he is a King...
Arthur Conan Doyle believed
the bright fae might not be myth,
maybe the Cottingley hoaxers
muddled his rational pith!
Perhaps if he'd gone to Ireland,
in groves of the Hawthorne tree
where troops of faeries romp wildly
weaving their magic to see.
Then he could think logically,
like a Victorian sage~
simple answers are often best:
believe, respect, always praise.
Benevolent tricksters, people
of the mounds parading forth
for good or ill, depends on your
deft-thinking and gifts of torte
Radiant robes reflecting white
Hearts of hope heavenly light
Appearing human in human form
Yet more beautiful than any born
Benevolent beings that guide us
A messenger of God and His love
Words that carry us like a dream
To God’s heart with feathered wing
My first time writing a DIAMANTE poem.
Ripple...
Gentle... BENEVOLENT...
Wading... Twirling... Dancing...
Ocean... Shoreline... Rogue... Carnage...
Running,.. Panicking... Dying...
Dreadful... MALEVOLENT...
Tsunami...
Where do we come from is the great question asked for eons.
As grains of sand upon the earth, there are a trillion possibilities with their pros and cons.
Are we the only souls in this enormous and ever-expanding universe?
This thought alone would be frightening and nothing else could be worse.
Is there someone out there we can contact, someone benevolent with arms open wide?
Are there other civilizations just out of sight, where might they abide?
They are benevolent beings all above us and all around us that we cannot see.
For the Creator will command his angels concerning you and guard you in all your ways to help one to be all they can be.
They are ministering spirits sent out to serve for the sake of the meek who are to inherit salvation.
Our magnificent Creator has sent forth her ambassadors of faith and healing from generation to generation.
Have no fear of the thieves that comes in the night for we all are protected from their sting.
Give all glory to God within for all the creators wonderous blessings and let us realize that life is a precious and marvelous thing.
That which is of a benevolent thought will surely be revealed.
From the power of the mind, one can be a giant in any field.
Proceed to your glory, be positive no matter what, and it will manifest.
Awaken that innermost exponential power and put it to the test.
Unleash those dormant inspirational thoughts and ideas, and put them into action.
The vibration of thought alone will set in motion the law of attraction.
Realize that you are from the source from which all living waters flow.
The spirit in you is omnipotent, so as a candle in the dark, let its brilliance glow.
Never underestimate the power of a kind word or a small act of caring.
Contribute freely and do not calculate a return but be gratified in sharing.
An honest compliment will go very far and may turn a life around.
Most of all, a whisper of love is the greatest in all the realms of sound.
Blissfully Benevolent Bouquets!
Bring Bliss
By Brewing Best Blessings!
Become Better
By Blocking Brainless Blossoms!
Break Bad Beads
But Benefit By Bravery!
Two-faced,
Yin and yang,
I'm neither this nor that,
Benevolent and serene to some,
Vengeful and spiteful to others.
Better to keep quiet
And observe the events
Than prove to be an idiot
By entering into arguments,
When mind is kept in diet
Come not foolish sentiments,
Flow of love makes face glow,
Know to love, tell hatred 'no'
Show mercy to those below,
Happy living is an art
Which one must learn,
Life is really damn short
Which none can again earn,
When you, for good, depart
World's heart, that must burn!
Just dried bread wetted in water for a whole month till you came
From the other end of the land! Whom on earth am I to blame?
Parents? Siblings? Friends or fellows? False professors and pupils?
It's a holy jungle in which no animal you can tame.
I still recall that beautiful, agéd girl of refinement*
Who once, noting in me a spark of human love, or a flame,
Nodded twice or thrice in wonder, talking to herself loudly
That affection had not yet turned entirely into a name.
Aye, that big bag of those canned foods you right away went and bought
And left without taking a rest told me once again the same
Old tale that God's eternal fire will for ever burn and glow
In the midst of the moles and bats who love darkness without shame.
By all you have sent me weekly for these years, time will defame
The conscienceless quasi-humans when they're gone, up is the game.
11.11.'21
*The late Dr. Naheed Sarmad
No comments, please!
Lovely blossoms of bougainvillea
Under a moonlight serenade
Ostensibly I contemplate the root
Of the affinity drawing me to you
Abiding fighter and bounteous lover
Rendering your essence freely
For the love of the gift
Candid without a care
Asking for less than nothing really
A few drops of water enough for sustenance
You have no scent nothing to call your own
Or to flaunt your offering
Subtle faint understated and low-key
Waiting to be discovered
To be loved and treasured
Simply for what you are and...
Not for guiles ruses or ploys
Swaying silently you wait as I
In the moonlit summer breeze
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on June 22, 2019 for contest sponsored YOUR CHOICE FLOWER VERSE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
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AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Benevolent
Limerick
Written: by “Miracle Man”
7/10/2018
I once knew this man, who was quite benevolent,
But began showing signs of becoming malevolent;
His heart brimmed with hate,
He became easy to exasperate.
Since his passing civility is much more prevalent.
Spring is coming, chasing the snow and ice.
My favorite plant thrives in heat, well-known.
Her blossoms, a symbol of sacrifice
for the winter's harshness, she will atone.
Sturdy perennial, roots grow and spread;
she turns her face to the sun when full blown.
Extra fine feature of each prime flow'r head
is infinite, edible seeds, homegrown .
The Dutchman, Vincent Van Gogh entertained
to paint many sunflow'rs oft overblown.
Less known facts, national bloom of Ukraine,
Kansas' state blossom , a smell all her own.
Sunflow'r, a symbol of sacrifice shown
I save some of her seeds to be resown.
written July 4, 2018
contest: Your Best Sonnet 2018, John Hamilton
The big heart of the person who cares, gives and receives.
The caring of doing without being told, the goodness of his deeds.
The pleasantness of his tranquility prevails carrying him his love.
The love that person has goes without dues, for they ask for nothing.
The compassion's takes him or her to heights unknown, though rewards
Are few and far between, for instilled into them are good paths.
Its just what one has been taught into them knowing right or wrongs.
Mothers and fathers, nourished them little and growing. the praying kept.
The praying just what you or I have asked for in a person.
Yet the smile he or she carries exemplifies, willingness.
He or she, the unsung hero inspiring and right over your shoulders.
You just never realized they stood right behind you right all along.
The praying of a hero, benevolent what you just have searched.
That's a true hero and the coming of an age of a hero leading.
The benevolent factor weighs in, carries today and for life all without ending.
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