Best Avows Poems
I dream of the lovely times we spent
Nurturing our new found love.
The past is lovingly recalled in quiet
Hours, hours spent thinking of you.
Each new day is an adventure, yet
Moments from the past flash back when
Ordinary routine has me reminiscing
Of our wild and youthful
Days, when we couldn’t get enough of
Fine wine and sumptuous dinners with
Only the two of us to contemplate our
Romantic trysts, whenever we could unite.
Love always lingered long in
Our thoughts, but alas now the
Vice of time has us in its grip as we
Endeavor to keep the fires of desire burning.
As we grow older, our love deepens into a
Greater understanding of what true love
Avows. It shares a mental, emotional and physical
Impact upon the life we have built together;
Never ending in desire, trust and contentment.
"A Mother's Crossroad"
staring at the tiny white casket
tears cascading as raindrops fell
sorrow surrounds my heart holding blue basket
with his favorite toys crying with toll of funeral bell.
though grief usurped my saddened soul
mourning a loss precious and dear
one memorable moment in time made whole
for a Mother's crossroad was drawin g near.
emotions swallowed my life that fateful day
no purpose seemed clear to live or exist
searching for answers; uttered words to pray
breathing had vanished inside Death's Mist.
should I fade into the Past?
should I retrieve from pain?
should I deny my family, at last,
to cease to be? what would I gain?
to bury a child hurts so very deep
yet change always makes Life turn
as the human heart avows to weep
for forging forward was my concern.
a Mother's crossroad healed within
while memories lingered of a sweet son
who gave me strength to seek to win
choosing a path toward a golden Sun.
*For Gail Angel Doyle's Standing At A Crossroads Contest.
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S.
*Oct. 31, 2012.
a single red rose resting upon my pillow avows "I love you"
Magic Brown Bread
Baker fully aware
brown bread baked gaily
would later cause ardor
while eaten daily.
Since Muira Puama added,
spicy amour arose.
Basic logic found,
bread eaten, oomph grows!
Baker grins, beams, avows
lover pairs visit daily,
stand perky, await turns;
munch magic bread gaily.
February 20, 2018
Contest: A Little Laughter Five
Sponsor: Edward McCall
Rules: All words must contain 5 letters only
*Muira Puama is an herb used as an aphrodisiac
I have poured out my heart like water
But only those understanding will see
I have laid the grief of the children
before the King appointed to be
I have studied each fragile connection
and the way that men hurt their own
the shield and the scars sealed deeply
and left too many hearts without home
Slave to traditions and teachings
don’t taste don’t touch and don’t care
Ten thousand things that you shouldn’t
of ideological stoning beware
But none can follow examples
of courses they don’t understand
but let’s flay them alive with blazing
and their lives let’s mark with a brand
When learning you to walk upright
when you fell were you beaten and shamed
if just now you are learning to do right
is it just when you fall to be framed
In the gentle stillness
in movement softer than a breeze
pictures of their future
the rest of man at ease
And tender are the Words
that coax the fragile shoots
whose mildness alights
the growth of goodly fruits
Your promises have held me
and voice mine ears carress
in delicate expressions
which avows your loves address
You have drawn us with affection
with persuasions clearly pure
assurances of a truthful pledge
of a love that will endure
In earnest is your bestowal
the announcements of your speech
in readiness to accomplish
to divulge the heart you teach
The essence of your compassion
the ardor of your intent
the center of our being
to its enlargement are we bent
We waded through embankments
and rivers did we ford
sought for the precious things
what is the Truth of Lord
You are the Sun the Moon the Rain
the energy that creates growth
the spirit who supports all Life
and to save it given oath
We will forever turn to you
and happily throw our crown
prostrate in humble gratitude
For the Love within have found
sources : Psalms Proverbs
Ecclesiastes
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
“Whither, whither go thou?”
“Through rumbling seas I shalt plow…”
“Ere sunrise I shalt return, and ere
The sable darkness avows…”
The Church of All Nations
Therein at Mount Olivet in Jerusalem,
Where eight aged, gnarled olive trees are pressed for oil,
People of faith the world over; come to accoil
For mercy in atonement for their transgressions.
And worship the Lord in the Church of All Nations:
Located in the Garden of Gethsemane,
Across the Brook Kidron, o’er the Rock Agony.
Where did Christ sweat blood, praying to God in Heaven.
Under the twelve domed roof basilica structure;
Light filters through purplish alabaster windows,
On believers at the altar making avows,
And Christians at Mass of all denominations.
Where years earlier on an infamous Spring night
(Before the Church was built and the olive trees planted)
Jesus prayed while his disciples slept and was betrayed
With a kiss on the cheek by Judas Iscariot.
Then falsely arrested for blasphemy against God
By a crowd sent from the Sanhedrin to hunt him down.
Peter drew his sword and was rebuked by the Lord
In Scripture fulfillment, as the mob took Christ away.
Then all forsook Him and fled (even one naked
Whose linen cloth was torn from his body as he ran).
Peter followed at a distance and remembered
Him saying, “Before the cock crows, thrice you shall deny me.”
In this world of commerce, it’s easy to dismiss:
God the Father and God Incarnate unblemished.
Those olive trees attest to Jesus’s existence;
The Trinity and His promise of forgiveness.
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References:
Matthew 26
Mark 14
Luke22
John 13: 31-38 and John 18
the softness of your fingertips caress teats
the sensual expression of your wanton glances
the shyness of my smile titillates satirize
the meeting of minds avows - passion endeavors
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PENNED ON JULY 24, 2014!
Wailing like the sails of a trouble boat
Upon the sea amidst a storm, like clouds
Silent screams, like the stirred souls we can’t hear
But heaven is my hope
Unsure of T’where, like wood that is afloat
Not it would steer, the current takes about
So many concealed canvases I fear
But heaven gives me hope
Where would this tune that plays so loud, this note
This one that makes us dance like we were touts
I know not where it leads. To life or death?
But heaven is my hope
What would the penny that you save to gloat
Bring you, while your neighbour’s lack avows
With my eyes I watch. I can’t cease your breath
But heaven gives me hope
My hands can’t help! Eyes watch our values die
It’s heart had held a blade, and for so long
Poor kids that to earth come, your timing’s wrong
Let heaven be your hope
Plagued with impatience, greed that make gods cry
Strength filled arms folded oft, and hurtful tongues
We wrongly pride ourselves on what we’ve got
So heaven kept it’s hope
Our fathers had been humanly! We’re vile!
Our mothers helped all things like they were one
I hope that these saintly pasts would return
O heaven hear me hope
Man’s heart had loved and true, in pasts it had
It never told a lie nor nursed illness
Alas, now lastly filled with wickedness
O heaven, where’s our hope?
Disaster, devastation, death and destiny
Headlines, slay us every day
Not since some time-past history
Were people stricken - this terrible way
Self-isolate and stay indoors
Restrictions with fines or time away
No longer can we feed our mores
But food and exercise, work is ok
It feels surreal, it's like a dream
Financial stuff, we handled well
Chook flu, SARS, MERS, seen and been
Covid-19, time will tell
Early, people reason slipped
Control and manners something past
Basic items scare or clipped
A moment there, then taken fast
Masks, gloves - social distance we make
Two in number is allowed
Border closures, states do make
Vaccine will find - government avows
Pain and hurt is spread worldwide
Striking elder, and also young
Doctors, careers, no place to hide
From bats in Asia, they say it sprung
It's early days and seems ok
But time to come, will tell
Hope is governed, by news each day
Life, by the toll of the bell
Faith's journey of exploration,
helps us to see life's suspension
as its completion, not its end,
creation, includes ascension.
Learn how to distinguish a friend
from grifters who only pretend.
And let love fill your heart with hope,
for Faith avows that souls ascend.
Experience life; don't just cope,
balance anxiety's tightrope;
and let trust keep you in control;
even on a slippery slope.
Forget the church's rigamarole,
there is no shortcut, no loophole.
Life's a cacophony of sounds;
hear them within both heart and soul.
COVID-19
Disaster, devastation, death and destiny
Headlines, slay us every day
Not since some time-past history
Were people stricken - this terrible way
Self-isolate and stay indoors
Restrictions with fines or time away
No longer can we feed our mores
But food and exercise, work is ok
It feels surreal, it's like a dream
Financial stuff, we handled well
Chook flu, SARS, MERS, seen and been
Covid-19, time will tell
Early, people reason slipped
Control and manners something past
Basic items scare or clipped
A moment there, then taken fast
Masks, gloves - social distance we make
Two in number is allowed
Border closures, states do make
Vaccine will find - government avows
Pain and hurt is spread worldwide
Striking elder, and also young
Doctors, careers, no place to hide
From bats in Asia, they say it sprung
It's early days and seems ok
But time to come, will tell
Hope is governed, by news each day
Life, by the toll of the bell
WILLIAM HANCOCK
02 APRIL 2020
The vision intrudes,
stealing ink from my pen
A thief in the night,
—leaving words that portend
A warning’s been given,
its mantle thrown down
But truth will speak over,
—what darkness avows
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
The vision intrudes,
stealing ink from my pen
A thief in the night,
leaving words that portend
A warning’s been given,
its mantle thrown down
But truth will write over
—what darkness avows
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Written: May 03, 2024
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Isolated each aspect—bereft of any link,
An ambrosian aura encircles an empty clink.
Lenses produce rippling prisms out of embrace,
They glide through a quivering mind—arcane case.
Someone has trapped an aura in an optical hall,
Awareness is molded by external gaze—it recalls.
Whispers of sunshine and shade intertwined,
Cast shadows and advise on edges—undermined.
Memories faded into a sepia hue—silence now,
The howling gusts serve as audible avows.
This ancient wind originates from the past,
Weighed down by sorrow—of dwindling cast.
Smiles in darkness—as tongues held quiet,
Time is ethereal, and memories are defiant.
A sepia-hued whisper-echo beckons me,
An aureate beleaguer core is to foresee.