I beseech the sun to
undress the stars,
to pull the velvet off the
night
and let the dark spill into
morning.
Let light be reckless, let it
wander
over rooftops, over quiet
kitchens,
over the places I hold my
breath.
Strip the sky of its secrets,
sun.
Lay bare the constellations I
named for hope,
the ones I traced with
shaking fingers
when sleep wouldn't come.
Let them be naked and
ordinary-
not myths, not wishes, not
promises.
Just points of fire,
Just truth without the ache
of distance.
And of the stars blush in the
daylight,
let it be for me.
Let them remember how I
prayed to them,
how I begged the dark to
keep them safe,
how I finally learned to ask
the sun
to set them free.
So shine.
I undress the night.
Show me what's left
when I stop looking up
and start living in the light.
I’ve got one track-mind of vacation -
Caribbean ocean flotation.
As I live in the cold
Beach is nice, I was told,
Dominating dream destination.
Be my home on Caribbean shore,
Wonder if I’d be bored to the core.
Would I run from the heat
Into winter retreat?!
Or would I be imploring for more?!
They, beseech love as a token of joy, love is nowhere to be called in
only to bid farewell to joy, left behind, a hymn
such is the glossy glaze of a subtle worldly longing , a fading heartsong to lull
oblivion and them, an array of whim, newly reborn, blossoming recklessly, vagabond a feel,
And so is the love, sleep deprived a croon, a yearning eddy , a sandstorm kill
a chill hideout in zeal
And the let down show
And the no brainer love, a sow
a love losing all and all
in grievance and then the majestic fall
my love let us overcome, since the night is done, the dream was drawn
to an end
why the churn, even though a show, to steel the unsayable lexical
sleepy and bizarre adventures of an ensuing moonlight sonata
after a prodigal setting in mist and fog
my love, let us be mourners in good faith, humbling.
a saga of love, unspoken, is ending within, whence a kismet wills on.
now many are still a sense in smiling and a feeling In many more
to be born for a tossed and turned, a smile and a longing heartache
with brimming eyes, salty tears
trickling down with an usher, downpour
May 23 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Nehemiah 1-3
Key Verse – Nehemiah 1:5 And said, I beseech thee, O LORD God of heaven, the great and terrible God, that keepeth covenant and mercy for them that love him and observe his commandments.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHOM WE CAN BESEECH
Praise be to God Whom we can beseech for His:
Presence and power that prevail by His providence
Pardon with His peace along His provisions
Performance over our prosperity
Promises toward our prayers
Protection in our progress
Nehemiah 2:8 Praise be to the Lord for His good hand that:
Creates is us good works
Consecrates us in His gracious will
Carries us toward His governing ways
Commands us according to His grand Word
Changes us to be His converts by His great worth
Nehemiah 3:5 Praise be to the Saviour for inviting us
to have a part in the work of the Lord by His:
Love and redemption
Leadership against rebellion
Liberty for replenishment along renewal
Lessons on rededication as well as recommitment
Light with life’s laws for ready restoration and revival. Amen!
May 23, 2024
Beseech to Impeach
they have been a leech
what we will do is beseech
them we should impeach
Beseech means to ask someone urgently and fervently to do something; implore; entreat.
Congress We Must Beseech
What we want to do is Congress beseech,
A non-loving Trump who is also a leech,
With no give,
And is imperative,
Begin procedure and start to impeach.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Trump will never be the man Bush was.
The waves took our memories
And washed them out to sea
When bitter truth was spoken
In words you didn’t want to be
Revealed like a shell on a beach
As I spoke and chose to beseech
You left like the tide, in your retreat
After fighting on ground, we couldn’t meet
You stayed in a life tangled by lies
I stood alone, where the seagull flies
Where pain cut the years of family ties
Heidi Sands
11/23/18
Show me mercy, for I am weak
a wounded bird, pity I seek
unable to take flight, grounded
please stop me from being hounded
Listen to my pleading, I'm meek,
I lay here, life surely looks bleak
looking into my deaths mystique
evil everywhere, surrounded
show me mercy,
observe inner soul not physique
a living creature, I'm no freak
unwillingness is unfounded
non actions would be ungrounded
be loving, helpful, no critique
show me mercy.
Composed on 15/10/2017
i won’t come back
and the shadow of the horse does not
slide behind the soft clock
chtuck* here
chtuck here
i won’t come back
yes mem
in the air is spread
a sound and silence
and the built stays much
i won’t come back
for digging
the mall is digs
digging for a worm
i won’t come back
please
* an author’s unique approach to resemble the clatter of hoofs
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