Best Covenant Poems
If I were a baby’s breath
I’d be the sigh
that bends the wheat as dawn slips by
a gentle chinook that softly speaks
a river’s pause….. before it breaks
the soulful love itself remakes.
If I were the moment
I'd be the one
star that pierces through the dark
where moons align and two hearts become
a place thoughts dissolve where time suspends
a love too vast for fate to end.
If I were a dream catcher I’d kiss your sleep
with shades of joy too rich to keep
reality more radiant than you'd dare.
and when you wake upon your skin
my breath would rise dew drops within.
If I had an enchanted touch
I’d be the artist
of tides that sculpt the cliffs in full
a warmth that lingers on your breasts
a caress that cradles slow and deep
like roots that drink where my love sleeps.
If I were a sacred covenant
I’d be the mark
that binds your soul where comets arc
not lost to time, nor dimmed by space
but carved in light-faith’s endless place.
forever locked in my loves’ divine celestial lace.
But I am just myself
imperfect true
yes, I am only flesh and bone
no myth no spark no sculpted stone—
but in your arms, I burn, I shine
a zephyrus breath where earth meets sky.
"Covenant"
A new world
is formed in the flow
behind the tears
in a veil dropped
phenomenon
reflections through
glistening prisms
refracted through
LIGHT
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Rival Consoles – Odyssey / Max Cooper
https://youtu.be/nQyBc6cR3GQ
“I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth. I will remember my covenant between me and you and all living creatures of every kind. Never again will the waters become a flood to destroy all life."
he looks at her eyes
butterflies surf dreams within
strolling twilight beach
shooting stars make wish
Prince wakes up serene Snow White
something melts the night
stream of passion flows
non stop chimes of Cupid choir
crystallizing breath
backdrop of embrace
pearl in heart of oyster blooms
covenant of love
Sponsor Rick Parise
Contest 1 -12 lines ONLY - A Poem That Did NOT Receive A Ribbon Placement 1-3
Date written.. 24th July 2019
Earlier submitted to the following contest
Sponsor Jamie Pan
Contest Name Multiple-Haikus
Featured 50 in best new poems
Short Poetry Gems Using the Cube Form 9-8-23
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Covenant Blessing of Light
Radiant sun, redolent rains
Create an arching prism
Reveries of colorful delights
Resident rainbow remembers promise.
a knee, a neck, a symbol, a tool
the segregationist would be proud
fighting to breathe is a fight where
Vegas is covering all odds
let's lay our money and him down
the spittle, the pool on the ground
does not need to be explained, cleaned or vilified
this is America dammit where change
is not always the objective
where the unwritten far outweighs
the written rule of law
families bleed albeit slowly
that merciful hemorrhage
some swear isn't normal
let's riot shall we
let's set ablaze the constitution
that Letter from a Birmingham Jail
our Holy Bible
Sandstone erode into dust harks history's fade
Effected by events, weathered
Crept century torture administers eventual taint
Withered time drives incessant
Battered slate roof removed promotes damage
Cold rain and blazing sun hurt
Cyprus seeds challenge infertile dust, establish
Passage through gathered dirt
Co dependent pieces redefine a weary structure
Fed full on counterpart stength
Capability maps character, freshened functions
Exchange worshipped sentiment
Protected rod trunk tree intersects better entity
Deep dug roots, a chasm shielding
Tumult inevitably threatens to reinstate tentative
Pledge prevails, reliance appealing
Dedicated to tasks, support and every day bolster
Ruin renewed by flaura's courage
Offers availed are automated, mutual responders
Hold each firm in order to flourish
23rd November
Remember the Promise
Garden gates slammed shut
Tears of shame upon grieving cheeks
Orphans looking back through barred gates
Hear the promise – Messiah – Emmanuel.
Remember the promise.
Apocalyptic storm
Contract to build a haven for life
Sanctuary tossed upon fury driven waves
Covenant in rainbows arching colors.
Remember the promise!
Dreams upon the desert
Watch the morning pass to midnight
Generations like stars beyond your sight
Laughter swaddled in your arms.
Remember the promise!
A pledge of freedom
From plagues and locusts sent
Challenges footsteps to climb the sacred mountain
I Am signature written in stone.
Remember the Promise!
Shepherd slinging stones
Kings and giants give up their crowns
To reign forever from generation to generation
Man after the everlasting heart.
Remember the promise!
Promise never broken -
Living breathing covenant
Eternal promise in two nail scarred hands
King and prophet - brother, friend.
Remember the promise!
5/31/20
Contest: Promise
The southern slope kept a secret—
a slight tear where a shadow learns to grow.
I felt the pulse that pulled me in,
past where the daylight breaks,
down to where the cold, clear water flows.
The entrance wore a veil of living lace,
stretched tight across the limestone seams.
My hand caught the web—snap.
A sound like a severed nerve,
a frantic flight of silk in the dark.
A thousand eyes of jet* looked back at me,
skittish guardians shifting in the bend.
They sensed the weight I carried,
the heavy, hollow ache of winter’s end,
and pulled away into the rock’s silence.
I moved the stone, one by one,
shimmying into the throat of the hill.
Leaving the world of coffee and schedules,
of letters never sent and cold, still rooms,
to trade the sun for the smell of wet flint.
The air grew thick—a history held in breath.
The mountain drank the noise of my life,
the schedules, the fears, the static of days,
until the gravity beneath my feet shifted,
as if the earth were re-calibrating its mantle.
Deep inside, it was not empty.
It breathed in a bioluminescent hum—
walls bleeding a spectral, bruised blue.
A path snaked away, a vein of light
offered by a world that had forgotten me.
The cavern opened—a limestone cathedral.
There, glyphs bled from the stone,
a language of weight, of tectonic patience,
etched by hands that knew the cooling of the crust.
The "Litany of Compression"—the agony of eons.
The "Silent Watchers" warned of the breathers,
the map of veins reaching toward the mantle.
I knelt in the dirt, finding the charcoal
the ancients left for the next ghost to arrive.
I did not write a name, or a date, or a prayer.
I traced the suture of my own breath
into the wall, a frantic, uneven line.
My body began to chime with the cave.
Limbs turning to cold, heavy mineral;
skin thickening, pores sealed with dust.
I was lifted to the ceiling, a slow drift,
tethered to a sister-spire of quartz,
the two of us holding up the dark,
holding up the sky of the hill.
Outside, the spiders return to their work.
They knit the entrance shut with elastic silk,
weaving the wound of my entry back into stone,
hiding the secret from the reach of the sun.
The hill holds its peace.
And I, finally, have found my own.
* Jet black eyes of 125 spiders
A Mother’s covenant with her creator
Spoken in depths of breathless silence
Bids her bear and nurture fruits
Each with free will and a given purpose
Assuring the existence of our race
Each comes with a gift to benefit the whole
Each a member of God’s body here below
His spirit imparted; a blessing, each one is
Sent to a world groaning, longing for peace
Mothers are special; vessels of His providence
Honor for self-sacrifice; honor for their pain
A Mother by natural birth or by an adoption
Glory in your humble station
Teach the basic truths
Expose the layers of lies
Shed the meaningless disguise
Realize the power within your grasp
Help make our world a better place.
HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY!
5/12/13
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Ark of the Covenant contained three items
According to St. Paul
Word of God, manna, & the Rod of Aaron that re-sprouted.
Parched Desert needs rain
You the rain I the desert
An eternal need
COVENANT
The mourning of lost souls
The treachery of natural disaster
Brings us before God to ask are we forsaken.
To adjust to ways and will of a greater source,
We go into an intellectual setting to form mentality,
Our voices, we feel, are the only key factors in overcoming what annihilates us.
The sorcerer stands now to devise a plan of spells to bring peace and wisdom amid us.
The people of the village song for a greater harvest in the old days.
The terrorists’ fires
The hate crimes
Henceforth precarious times.
To adjust to the forever changing of minds,
We must choose carefully and construct from within.
Our focus is intelligence.
Our voice must be acknowledged by acumen.
The enforcer of all these truths is a necromancer.
In the old days, the people of the village produced prodigious cognizance.
Eggheads opinionate.
Thinkers investigate.
Mentalities are our way.
We are informers of God.
We are of rightful norms.
We are the people born to construct governments.
We are modern time and divinity.
These are the idyllic years!
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Penned August 15, 2015!
Old Persian expedition of eight ships
Eight hundred soldiers on board with whips
Traveled and vanquished Aksumites of good gesture
People of worship, peace and humane nature
Aksum of ivory and gold
Many stories, forgotten and untold
Ripped of faith, freedom and sold
Queen of beauty blazed houses of the laity and cold
Forty years all devouts left defenseless and bleak
On the frail grounds under scorching sunny peak
Yet stones of faith stood tall over the weak
Images of the Cross on coins, strong faith
of the banished people speak
Cairns of unnamed heroes and heroines of faith
Christians of unity, subjects of the saith
Above all afflictions and tribulations from the cursed breath
Bright lights dwell on good, strong souls
chained by shadowed wraith
"New Covenant"
Heaven was on earth
in those days, all connected,
yet, the challenged unseeing
lost in the
Garden of Eden,
walking in circles
life
bleeding,
time wasting
the vacuous,
calculating,
yet, unconscionable
all seeing
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Whenever they travelled in front
The Ark Of Covenant did confront
The kept it well lit
And that was just fit
Only some to God could talk'd affront.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
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September, 8, 2014