Best Furnishing Poems


Premium Member Her Eyes Are Carried On a Light Wind

My attention span is short. Yet, my pen’s is still shorter
It looks absent only after a few words… a few lines
Though ink in its intestines and subject to furnishing hands
It never finishes what it begins. At least, what I want it to finish
So, I hold it’s face with both hands, as we share eyes
“Write, will you. Do not stop until I give consent.”
“Ok” she says, “I will focus”…as her eyes are carried on a light wind 
I presume that’s why my poetry is never more than a few lines… a few 
expressions.

Premium Member Lord God, You Are My Life's Chief Builder

March 30 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Kings 8-10

Key Verse –1Kings 8:17 And it was in the heart of David my father to build an house for the name of the LORD God of Israel.

LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY LIFE’S CHIEF BUILDER
                                                               
Lord God, You are my life’s Chief Builder by Your covenant’s steadfastness
Thank You for upholding me upon Your truth-firmness
So I can learn from Your lovingkindness
And enjoy Your bliss of peacefulness.

Lord God, You are my life’s Chief Builder by Your Word’s instruction
Thank You for answering me along my prayer and supplication
So I can have Your forgiveness of pardon’s completion
And walk through Your direction.

Lord God, You are my life’s Chief Builder by Your statutes’ command
Thank You for helping me to offer sacrifices of biblical demand
So I can serve You with dedication, divinely planned
And stay in Your goodness of heaven-brand.

Lord God, You are my life’s Chief Builder by Your pleasantness’ desire
Thank You for transforming me according to what You require
So I can get near Your throne where I should retire
And worship You along Your mercies that never expire.

Lord God, You are my life’s Chief Builder by Your rewards’ furnishing
Thank You for raising me up in Your revival-refreshing
So I can involve in Your ministry of character-polishing
And labour in Your work’s perfection-finishing.

Lord God, You are my life’s Chief Builder by Your name’s fame
Thank You for communing with me through Your wisdom-frame
So I can learn and be freed from foolish judgment’s shame
And delight in Your Gospel of salvation-claim.

Lord God, You are my life’s Chief Builder by Your kingship’s authority
Thank You for enriching me with Your Scriptures’ certainty
So I can abide inside Your bestowed security
And abound in Your compassion-braced liberty.

March 30, 2023

Solar Love

Every star
is someone eles's son
(shield your eyes)
shrug off hate 
from everyone

familiar place
been here before
thousands of nights 
the ocean shore

coasts are changing
minds align
hate and fear
must now resign

connect the dots 
move my child
tame the shy
wake the wild

shred advice 
relayed from the miser
castrate cancer 
obstructing the wiser

transcendental
the hydrogen burns
furnishing life
each time earth turns


Nicknames

Good old days,
Our ancestors finished wise,
Furnishing humor still to laugh at, 
Small in number but beautiful and humble,
In small,small communities like birds,
Every person had a name since birth,
But all similar,difficult to come familiar,
Confused in the usage of names,
They picked some nicknames like icing over cake,
To ease the identity signatures in case,
The nicknames kicked fading his name,
It carried reasons fit to all seasons,
Cat,one lazy,
Goat,one engaged in gossips,
Fox,one very canny,
Bull,one useful,
Rat,who steals,
Snake,who is always in anger,
Chicken,one who sells chicks,
Bear,who is in dark complexion,
The village today like a zoo!
Name men's but nicknames animals bear,
The ancestors fallen and turned into dust today,
Their master minds stand tall and still intact!

A Long Fairytale of My Life Part I

Crossing the big fat bridge,
I reached to the land l wondered ever,
Seeing the amazed beauty l got shakened fever.
Well cultured and seemed as if grown under certain ethics,
Distributed peace made them easier to work in metrics.
Hey jesus, what an awesome place to live in!

I was overwhelmed the moment I saw,
A large and lovely castled mansion on the east coast,
Twinkling eyes of mine and my heart got toast.
A king's palace which was designed beyond my imagination,
Architect person had given pure justification.
Surrounded by river aside, kite raised mountains, Palace blossomed,
Colourful dancing fountain around, The herald sparkingly bloomed.
Yah Allah, these mesmerizing creativity had blessed this earth!

Palace weared the golden ornamental coat,
An absolute monarchy floating on a water like a boat.
Gleaming lights intermittently around, seemed as if a palace Headed a diamond Crown.
Viewing the entire palace, thirsty eyes filled with passion,
Hey almighty, Hug me in this lovely creative palace and keep me under these beautiful sheathe, because my craziness reached its peak!

Palatial furnishing, interior design amazed me,
It was my dream to experience it atleast once.
Lovely ambience made me feel excited.
Hanging Coolen designed lamps, falling multicoloured rays, ignited the entire palace.
Felt pity when l heard that designer hands were chopped,
King of ajmer has dismantled dreams of poor and later badly he dropped.
Ohh lord Buddha, why such inhumanity?
© Maddy Sp  Create an image from this poem.

Shalom

Shalom

Date: Sat, Nov 7 2015 at 11:47 PM

All alone on this "Path"
But God with on my "Wrath"
Do the "Math"
This the Future of my "Past"
Blast from the "Past" the "Backlash"
This the Wrath of Israel and "Iran"
An "Baghdad" Pakistan an "Afghan"
"Syria" and "Libya" I'm the "Militia"
Bout to change the "Forecast"
"Packed" Bat "Bag" Full of "Drafts"
Of "Charts" and "Graphs" 
For the "March" to "Pass"
A Slave from "Africa" "Captured" to Become a "Ambassador" 
One of the Shamans "Factors"
Inside my mind is Visions in "Patterns"
This just a page out the "Chapter"
Speaking Justice amongst the "Attackers" amongst the "Massacres"
I'm created from Fossils of Ancient "Fragments" that was "Fractured"
A Scientific "Analysis" can't "Examined" a "Graphic" of this "Calculus"
This the Anger of "Ferguson"
In Trayvon Hoodie in a "Black" "Turban"
Or "Jihad" Shallot "Shalom" "Salaam" 
"Shabbat" Praying like the "Salat" while my hands "Burning" Inside "Flaming" Raging "Sermons" See I'm a "Servant" But upon "Observance" you couldn't tell in "Person" But you can tell by my "Wordings" Under Blessings and "Curses"
I hear Blood crying to me from under the "Surface" "Thirsting"  I'm certain I'm one of the "Worstest" with Wisdom in the "Churches"
Thats  not "Circuiting" 
That make these devils "Nervous" I'm standing on the stage behind the "Curtains"
Looking at the "Circus"
I'm "Determined" to "Nourishing" the Blind to "Furnishing"


Premium Member A James Phrasis Recited

JAMES PHRASIS
AN INMOST SOUL AGLOW
Art,a universal spirit with
many distinct manifestations
with spontaneous productions.
The human genius of inward
attraction sheds divine splendour
with infinite riches,to generate
a ray of activity as an idea or
conception in the mind.Art is
positive,a substantive majesty,
an inmost soul aglow.Served
by nature,the menial of the artist
furnishing his informing eye,smiles
before the window of conception
in the performers soul with the tender
freshness of dawn.In a lingering glance
using the fruits of imagination to
admirable advantage to actualize
an idea with human sweetness,
pregnant with meaning,carrying
the dew and fragrance of God into
the commonest nook of daily life.

from Lectures and Miscellanies by Henry James

Listen to me recite this phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro

Facade

Halfway through learning life you find therein the games
Played by the oblivious and those who made names 
Then your simplicity in view begins being challenged 
As make believe is by hard facts rearranged
That society is both with and without bearing 
For the old warmongering and peace brokering 
Continue on side by side 
Each taking turns at being follower and guide
And since good and evil formidably are frontiers 
Furnishing many men with careers 
Many men have become showmen 
Obliviously courting omen
They play for whoever pays the pipers
Be they a flock or a brood of vipers
For only to themselves are they loyal 
And money is their hearts’ royal 
And they call their desertion a sacrifice 
Though it be a cunningly justified compromise 
And all these the young wait to ruthlessly learn
As we still claim to fight a brighter day to earn

K. Muitherero

Premium Member Wisdom From Trees

Hear ye wisdom’s excellence
thankful to God for our existence
testifying about grand natural essence
as trees* of noteworthy functional prevalence 
oozing with aesthetic environmental iridescence.

Weathering all seasons, varied roles we fulfill
being perennial or "long lived plants" steadfastly still 
in the forest, valleys, at the backyards, or upon every hill
classified as deciduous and evergreen trees of scientific thrill
serving well as resources the Almighty provides for mankind’s good will.

Our value showcases the Lord’s commitment
with our partnership to be useful in every engagement
such as furnishing oxygen, essential for breathing moment
along food, shelter, medicines, tools, bridges of great enrichment
midst ecological enjoyment, health investment, and life-enhancement.  

As our leaves mitigate heat
we share climate amelioration feat
improve air quality toward a joyous greet
conserve water, preserve soil where we all meet…
midst our community and social contributions, hard to beat.

Peace we exude can vanquish stress
wafting freedom that relieves woe and distress
along playgrounds, we bring joy of serenity-buttress 
whereas parks and resorts become rejuvenation-fortress
inspiring a poet ready for songstress and choir conductress.

We praise the Creator for enabling us to be a delight
since our wondrous usefulness pleases Him with full might
maximizing our best for optimized utility of triumphant height
with His blessings to be shared with love, devoid of selfishness-blight…
Now, our question to people: why are you exploiting us for greediness’ flight?

*Psalm 104:16 The trees of the LORD are full of sap; the cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted.

Personification in Rhyme form
May 22, 2022
2nd place, "Wisdom from Trees" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 5/28/2022.

The River That Runs

The River that runs”
 
The heavenly river that runs consistently with its pleasant tranquilizing flow.
Furnishing my soul with contentment.
Anointing my body from head to toe.
The splashing waves are the whispers of God’s infinite word.
That travels worldwide from era to era across every nation to be heard.
It’s sustaining nourishment for my life.
Guidance throughout my valley darkest nights.
Encouraging me to keep on abiding in his word.
And continue on to spread what’s been heard.
All of your promises has been fullfilling enough to lead this earthly herd.
Convincing me to fully commit and praise you for the rest of my days.
Surfing on the waves of your will depending on them to keep me afloat.
Similar to the protection you placed on Noah’s boat.
So let it rain propelling the waves to roar and soar.
Ascending the river banks to higher grounds rising us to greater levels.
While we overcome our hindering devils.
Those precious sounds.
That the thunder rings down.
Signaling for our attention.
Like the visibly unyielded red flags the blind eye could not recognize.
But you mercifully still cradle us in the palm of your hands.
Assisting us to avoid that obstructing enemy.
Contributing to our fortitude allowing us to stand.
And as the water streams persistently throughout this land.
We conquer enslaved oppression.
With frequent absorption it eliminates desperation.
Revealing within us fresh unfamiliar strengths, gifts and talents to explore.
Healing and restoring.
Sailing our stray boats back up to shore.
Walking us into new opportunities, opening doors.
Which will remarkably produce within us higher scores.
The never ending river that you can never ignore.
It abundantly runs and consuming it makes life worth its rapid run.

Premium Member Freedom Unfathomable Yet Possible

F R E E D O M
finite minds cannot fathom
flows through faith
fearlessly, yet jubilantly following 
footsteps of the Lord, omnipotent truth-Fortress
Foundation anchoring liberty-frame 
fostering compassionate living against falsehood’s flattery…

Fruitful in fidelity’s furtherance
flawless freedom’s fullness 
fixed and offered by heavenly Father 
fuels forgiveness
facilitates reconciliation with foes
fastens families and friends
forbearing one another in fellowship feasting…

Flourishing in God’s favour
faultless freedom 
forsakes feigning foolishness
framed upon feebleness 
forgets frustration-falls
forbids anxious fretting
fenced inside love’s fulfillment…

Fervently facing fleshly filthiness by divine force
freed soul from hell’s fury flames
fixes flight with spiritual fortitude 
fighting failures as triumphant servant-finisher~~~
first thanking Christ’s sacrifice, excellently foremost
furnishing assured eternal freedom
finally to reign midst peace, joy, charity… forever.

What Will Happen When I'M Gone?

What will happen when I'm gone?
will the world remember me?
will the people notice
the absence? When the 
professor calls roll, and
makes those tic-marks 
of authority, my name
will not feel its painful 
slice, will it be
noticed, will anyone care?

The room will be empty
empty as a bench 
seated alone, the sound
of the waves come in 
go out
the bench is
cold, the warmth of 
familiar flesh no longer
the substance, the embrace 
never felt, never again 
the last true love was
the crafting, the furnishing 
the shaping, molding into 
a new creation. It was 
art, originated from the 
lone tree upon the grassy knoll.
Cut, severed, the umbilical 
cord, the only real connection 
we ever have, the only true
reality. So quickly does it 
end, no mystery as to 
why 
       we
            scream 
 yell out, till the vocal cords 
hammer together the blacksmith 
smelting the iron against
sensitive flesh 
the paper is gathered from 
the dead oak-tree the one 
upon the knoll, and then
glued and bound 
made into a new creation 
Ink, the blood of the intellect 
smeared and forced into 
form, making it all a 
new form. These volumes 
fill my many shelves 
my constant addiction 
what will happen to 
them with I'm gone?
When I join the 
literary dead, the paged 
crypt. When I finally 
descend from the madness 
of life, and submerge 
into the collective 
dead circus of the 
mysterious afterlife 
the ultimate riddle and
connection of the unknown.

Will anyone notice? Does 
anyone truly notice
them? When I no longer 
live in this reality, will
those I know come inside 
and read the books, read 
my own works, read 
this poem?

Or shall I be the lone
tree upon the knoll 
the bench at the beach 
never to be cut, never to be 
warmed
Left in the Mother's Womb 
to be aborted or decayed 

perhaps I should have been 
spared myself and the 
world so much...

At the end of days 
many questions will be asked 
will anyone care?
What will happen when I'm gone?

Creaturehood

Fully embraced creaturehood-

I throw off the shackles of man

Those inching forward gripping hands

I am pristine, each vertebrae notch

Nerves flow, aligning axis of earth

 

The sound of wind enters profound

i stand forthright, the creature I am

Summoning gargoyle strength

The lion of the sun untapped

 

Chopping wood, furnishing flowers

nature caressed knows no hours

My jaw finally rests and sets- an achievement!
Solidity of creatures nested among others

Birds and pollen, rocks and wood

Man relinquishes all power

As i sink into creaturehood

Premium Member Soul Sanctuary

Soul Sanctuary

Wandering through a moveable museum of memories columnar
Dusting off exhibits of moments held fast in watercolors gossamer

Milestones chiseled into fleeting moments of atonement,
Soft edges of first love painted in golden moments –

Brushing aside gauzy cobwebs on photo negatives confessions
Blushing with pastel transparency of opaque blended impressions

Images emerge into negative space awash with nude opinions
Perspective layered into hard edges from edgy palette dominions;

Meandering through silent salons shaded dusky murals in shadows of rose 
Lending sienna tints and hues to luminosity’s prisms in afterglow;

A sacred place vibrating in clear cerulean hues – 
Holy space of signed wax relics - a chancel of still life in blooms;

Drifting through galleries of jigsaw puzzled passages 
Fantasies spattered in bold black and white sketched with color assuage;

Visions staring back unblinking at lost victories buried in the abstract 
Untouched prints, tattooed in rust, restored –restoration intact;

Still furnishing this sacred place 
With an ever expanding collection displayed
 
Fragments of umber magic captured – deckled grief fading –
Portraits of choice set in unforgettable, studies of raw strangled cries invading;

Browsing hand in hand with free form time -
Lost in mazes of archival, acid free, displays in fine lines;

Within twisted illustrations featureless faces hidden -
Born out of the gasping barren abyss of flat washes in rhythm;

Framed in this breathing womb tiny points of pigment wait
Nurtured!  Protected!  Nourished! Building up a portrait;

Unfinished infinite design revealing watermarks 
Cherished by the eternal conservancy in soaring arcs;

And in the brush strokes of this secret sanctuary place
Abides the master plan of the divine intimate grace.

Version #2 of Sanctuary – 7-27-21

Premium Member Burlap and Satin

BURLAP and SATIN

Texture fine, woven design
Like harden tree sap
Rough is the burlap!!!
That's at my finger tips
Smooth is soft the satin as silk
The dress rapped around her waist

Burlap and satin

Give me such touch my reactions
Hard rough the silken liner
Smooth is the burlap binder???
Coarse touch soft brush
Weave me, cling to me of skin
Jute plant fibers touch

Burlap and satin

Just rough on the skin
May combine me with vegetable fibres
Wall hangings made of burlap rough to my eyes
Fibers to make rope, nets
Coarse canvas woven from jute, hemp 

Burlap and satin

Browned fiber burlap, used especially for sacking 
Sackcloth, gunny, canvas, hessian 
Dress making and furnishing burlaps a burlap shirt
Fabric burlap Flowers nation
Can be a rose or carnation
Or woven even turned into a shirt Even seen them as a skirt
For what it's worth,  smooth and rough

Burlap and satin

Matters not touch me in the morning
Also together burlap and satin so adorning
Fabric flower bouquet
A smooth, glossy fabric
Satin of silk, produced by a weave
In which this the threads 

Burlap and satin 

The warp caught and looped by weft cross stitch
At certain intervals a blue satin dress smooth like satin
Oh, also fabric flowers to the bouquet 
Satin is a weaved that has glossy surface and dull back action
The satin weave is four or more no harm
Fill weft yarns floats over warp yarn  
Four warp yarns floating over a single weft 
a luxurious satin look For what it's worth smooth and rough
Burlap and satin 

3/24/18  ©2018
For Contest: Burlap and Satin
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen

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