Best Angelically Poems
.................. L I L O
Y F Y V
M H E M G E
F O R E V E R E T E R N A L
L E N O R E L E N O R E
E N T W I N E D E N T W I N E D
Always with my HearT I Always with true Feeling
Love You, my Dearest WIFE ALWAYS with Emotions
My Love grows like an oak My Heart beats for YOU
Mighty and E v e r l a s t I n g MY TEARS are Real
YOU are M Y STRENGTH Yet My Heart still Aches
FOR YOU LIVE in ME Though You live with GOD
ETERNAL B L I S S YOU wear the gown of Angels
INFINITE P U R E YOU carry my Heart in Yours
You grow in my heart EACH and EVERY Day
The LOVE grows and I am at Peace KNOWING
As LOVE Grows In my BROKEN Heart
Constantly Knitting cracks and Fissures
My Dearest Beloved Tenderly Mended
Repairing Loneliness My Wife Lenore
Angelically Smiles Eternally Loved
MY Only Most B E L O V E D
L I F E L E N O R E
Always F O R E V E R
YOU My Heartbeat
Are My S O U L
MY W I F E
One Breath
N e v e r
Alone
YOU
And
I
.................. L I L O
Y F Y V
M H E M G E
F O R E V E R E T E R N A L
L E N O R E L E N O R E
E N T W I N E D E N T W I N E D
Always with my HearT I Always with true Feeling
Love You, my Dearest WIFE ALWAYS with Emotions
My Love grows like an oak My Heart beats for YOU
Mighty and E v e r l a s t I n g MY TEARS are Real
YOU are M Y STRENGTH Yet My Heart still Aches
FOR YOU LIVE in ME Though You live with GOD
ETERNAL B L I S S YOU wear the gown of Angels
INFINITE P U R E YOU carry my Heart in Yours
You grow in my heart EACH and EVERY Day
The LOVE grows and I am at Peace KNOWING
As LOVE Grows In my BROKEN Heart
Constantly Knitting cracks and Fissures
My Dearest Beloved Tenderly Mended
Repairing Loneliness My Wife Lenore
Angelically Smiles Eternally Loved
MY Only Most B E L O V E D
L I F E L E N O R E
Always F O R E V E R
YOU My Heartbeat
Are My S O U L
MY W I F E
One Breath
N e v e r
Alone
YOU
And
I
Angelically 'gainst windowpane.
Pure innocence, with child like eyes.
Her gentle charms are so serene,
With grace unblemished by a stain.
That portrait so befits a queen.
This shining light, in maidens guise,
In time, would paradise regain?
Her elegance, no gaze denies.
Enchantment simply evergreen.
True beauty; she,will still remain,
Heaven; on Earth, her wings unseen.
Truly an Angel in disguise.
2/ 26/ 2015.
The candle, which sets my heart aflame
The fire, which scorches my soul with your name
One question I ask of you, the truth if you please
Why’d you reject my light, when I’ve begged on my knees
Begged for your love, pleaded for you to me
Pleaded that on your mind, my heart would be
Did not thou see, the gifts I had in store
In order to spoil thy body and spirit galore
For now, that opportune has passed, for another is mine
This unfortunate heart forever loves at the wrong time
This new found torch, so angelically sweet
She warms my soul with her soothing heat
Her hues calming, her fumes embracing
A torch not planned for replacing
Although, with that said
Visions of an old flame roam the boundaries of my head
A flame never proclaimed dead, for loving you still I do
The candle, the fire, the NeverEnding Flame that burns for you
Twas a lovely day in May.
A red-haired Grandmother, with her daughter and
grandchild strolled the soft, still grass.
Under a large pine tree, she unwrapped a beautiful pot of flowers.
In the center~ a flag waved softly in the gentle, Midwest winds.
They proceeded to a marble headstone with a gentle walk.
Not one of them had the need to talk.
Kneeling at the headstone~ she placed her head upon it.
Telling her husband, his family was all here for a visit.
Assuring him that they missed and loved him.
She then spoke....angelically:
" Brian, thank you for keeping our country so wonderfully free!
But alas at breakfast now, it's only me!
Brian, my Airman and eagle of my soul.
I miss your dark eyes that sparkled like anthracite coal."
She kissed the headstone as if herway to say,
She would be back soon~another day!
May 30, 2020
7:30am PST
Poem# 1,306
Then, no storm nor shower,
Can even touch you or make
you sour.
Sure, people can turn their backs
on you.
But you say a prayer and forgive
them~it is the kindest thing to do
and the winner in this, is perfect you.
Oh, how the sun rises for you when
you awaken,
To realize to eternity one day you
will be angelically taken.
Do appreciate how little or how much
on this earth you have.
All of it came from God, our Father, and
is your spiritual salve.
For those in trying circumstances and in
physical or mental pain.
Be grateful for His loving, kind, everlasting
reign.
Your ability to write poetry, to eat, walk, see
and talk...just think for a moment if all these
were taken?
Even then, God's peace, will never leave you
forsaken
You, poet,are God's precious star.
You are forever His poet of the day, no matter
where you are!
September 27, 2020
8:30am PST
A Blessed Baby's Breath
Raindrops cry, moon-silvered night
Your most heavenly breath
Whispers ever so angelically...life!
On my joyous chest.
Panagiota Romios
4/23/2019
1:35pm PST
I remember how I cried
The day my father died.
The doctor laid the blame
When he said that cancer came:
Lymph nodes, lungs,
Philosophy of Carl Jung,
Words of explanation
For everything, no blame,
Too late for shame.
The final service was long.
I tried to be strong.
But the stench of red carnations
Can still fill my imagination,
People’s faces,
Words of the Lord’s graces.
Planted in a peaceful lawn,
For the shell of this world is gone,
Yoked into heavenly bliss.
But, when I think of him
There's so much we missed.
I remember how I’ve sighed,
Thinking of my dad with pride.
I’d sit on his knee
My ear to his chest,listening to him hum,
And he’d give me his pennies for free.
He would mow, I’d sweep,
Then we’d have a snow cone treat.
Poles, bait bucket, tackle box,
Days we spent fishing from piers and docks.
Hair black like Elvis’,
Ears and features like Clark Gable’s,
Loud animated stories
Of his oil company job,
At the dinner table.
Fedora, big pleated trousers,
A pocket watch on a chain,
When I close my eyes
I can see him again.
I look in the mirror and can see his eyes,
Staring back at me in an eternal guise.
He didn’t live on to see me grown,
Missed out conversation on the problems I’ve known.
But his gifts of life,
And his gifts of earthly love
Still ground me on earth,
Angelically guarding and guiding
Like the finest made glove
Existing throughout our human family's
Journey of love.
Alabaster blue
Angelically mirror the sea
Polishing the shore
Happy Happy Birthday Claire Holt
To the 'ABSOLUTELY most STUNNING,
'SOPHISTICATED BEAUTY OF ALL TIME '
with the most
'SPARKLING, PERKY, ENCHANTING PERSONALITY
that goes with the
'BRIGHTEST HOMETOWN GOOD-GIRL SMILE'
let me say
Happy Happy Birthday to you
I lift up my glass with a
'LYRICAL Toast'
just as 'TOMBOY NATURALLY FLAWLESS'
and 'ENTHUSIASTICALLY, SINCERE, and ORIGINAL'
as to say to you
I hope you have a
Happy Happy Birthday
that only a
'CELESTIAL GODDESS'
like you can do
Happy Happy Birthday
to a 'BELOVED VISION of LOVELINESS'
as 'Angelically enchanting, and ADORABLY SOPHISTICATEDLY KIND'
irreplaceable CLAIRE HOLT wonderful you
S- Spring will soon pull Winter away
P- Pushing out its cool ways.
E- Exceptional colors will perfectly bloom
C- Calling into play bumble bees soon.
T- Tiny Humming birds will sing their song
A- Angelically in tune and fluttering along.
C- Carrot stems stretching above ground
U- Under the earth the harvest is abound.
L- Little by little the sun will come out to play
A- And bring to us warmer, playful days.
R- Roses are red, violets are lovely and blue
spectacular Spring, we're waiting for you.
1/16/2016
Heresy...spell of the gods and the angelically demonic last temptation and passion of jesus christ superstar of montreal corpus christi and paris....
Or....the Writings Of Lewis Findley
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Lucilla invictus sings her song and opens her door
A bright chartreuce caboose as she waltzes cross the floor/?
Or maybe one of rising sun happy and mellow
Beware for the clockwork is bright orange o that fellow
Red alert. And rockets fired across the entire earth
Soon I am marooned and teran to give birth
Zero hour nuclear night ...grandeose of sorrow
Two days have passed...it is the first day past. The morrow
Now the truce is called , it was all .....in retrospect...somewhat scary
The next generation tahes the reins as I go to sanctuary
Angelically controlled power
quiet, fading
Eternal life
lacking references -
Hypothetically obscurity
Endangered vulnerable hearts
- triumph yet to come
truths we cannot scorn
Laying on a white beach reading you a story The Butterfly’s Wink you eagerly await Far in the future but not far away A butterfly closes its mosaic eyes Asleep upon the sun soaked flower With lovely songs singing angelically Awakened suddenly by a falling soft pedal Driven by the whispering breeze To its amazement now flying above A strangely familiar but beautiful landscape Where once stood tall buildings and small parks Now luxurious meadows and mountains Sweet nectar for as far as you could perceive Then a black screech and a flock that covered the sun The fearful butterfly’s eyes widen at the shimmering dark As a sharp cold talon wraps swiftly around it Jostled by a rain drop the butterfly awakens as the dark cloud passes on Shivering its florid wings in relief it was only a dream Then I hear someone calling my name from away That aroused me from reading this fantasy Sitting up in bed I begin to tell you of this wonderful dream When an ear-piercing ring shatters in my ears Rolling over alone hitting the snooze button late for work I don’t remember dreaming and it is another day Note- Poem is about false awkenings using Irony,Juxtaposition,Imagery,Paradox, Synesthesia
Unlike any such as other,
The one loved most is dear, dear mother.
From my beginning of conception;
Not one moment of deception.
Snuggled deep inside her womb,
Like a pharaoh in his Tomb.
When her pains, which did cause I,
Angelically she waited for that cherubic cry.
Delivered and now newly born,
From a placenta which lay badly torn.
It was time for me to give the test;
She suckled me gently at her loving breast.
I slowly grew into one to walk,
Mutter strange things and try to talk.
Never ever one to leave my side,
This bride now a mother, so full of pride.
In all the years while I grew up,
I was nursed to strength;
From her loving cup.
One day I know that we will part,
But I vow not to forget;
This – beautiful – heart.
Prince Freakasso(Artist & Poet)