Best Offering Poems

Ironic tears that spill are mocking me
in scathing streaks delighting down my cheeks.
They trace their paths as soft as fingertips
atop sad ivories caressing pain -
but shame me in their scalding disregard
and blame me that they even do exist.

I ache in death knell spiral of regrets,
their...

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My verse has been chosen as Poem of the Month at Sherborne Abbey!

The curious offerings of sacristans
Are given in obscure humility
The symbol of the cupping of the hands
Enshrines the essence of this mystery
The dawn unlocked; the turning of a key
The mystic world behind the little...

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I thank THEE Oh, LORD
For 
All the treasures, THOU HAST
So generously upon me
Bestowed:
-
My life
My sight
My Hearing
My touch
My scent 
My taste 
My arms
My legs
My brain and every other
Organ, 
-
Treasures of worth untold
That
Money couldn’t ever buy 
-
Forgive my, LORD,
My egoism
My ingratitude
My greediness 
My complaining
My insatiability
My forgetfulness, ...

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you
offer
help

but

you can’t
want it
more
than
they do

for it
to
still
be called
help



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on November 18, 2018...

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Sip from the cup
of June 
The sweet wine
Of summer
That intoxicating maiden
Who frolics 
Through the land
Dressed in emerald
She taught the birds
To sing 
And the breeze
To blow the scented jasmine
Through lazy curtains
Seek the feast
Awaiting the tired eyes
As nature's paintbrush 
Tips the fields
And the distant hills
With colors splendid
Do...

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Strands’ fluid strength; bliss, distress, routineness plait,
Tears multi-colored seeded, love's wisdom grows.
Esplanades calico edge Shangri-la’s gate,
Memoirs in motifs bittersweet and rainbows.

Thruway taken true.., not meandering fate.
Garden, Eden’s stroll sought, golden lit primrose,
‘I love You’ lives in amaranthine splendor;
We know love is actually... Surrender.


Susan Ashley 
August...

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When the sands of life run out for me
And I'm about to die,
Will St. Peter say "Come in, Ma'am,
If I bring a piece of pie?

Gravensteins from my own orchard
Are the apples I lke best,
With sugar, cinnamon, butter, flour.
Recipe on request.

I handle the crust carefully
To preserve...

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I offer you a glance
And our eyes instantly lock.
An unexpected shiver runs through me
And time stands still on the clock.
 
I offer you my hand
And you take it warmly into yours.
No words have to be spoken
Yet we have opened so many doors.
 
I offer you...

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make an offering
pray for guidance and answers
interpret riddle...

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mangled memories and misery doors of deception and doubt 
one way in....  one way out 

slumbering children awaken to reality and strife 
into world of vibrational frequencies and light 

our minds hover in darkness as our senses feel for proof 
searching for the subconscious...

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As eyes so peer within my depths
With fingers they seem to grasp my soul
My heart beats, quickening by touch
Yet, there you are just looking
Your eyes seem to not only see
But, they too envelop
They make love to my being
As they seduce my every thought...

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My Hopes renewed and doubts subdued,
Pray no grief comes soon intrude-
May Peace of Mind thus tell me true,
"The only one for me is you."...

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"The Elemental’s Confession as a Peace Offering"



In the moment I lost my head
my hands tied without voice 
I wasn’t crucified

I was looking for some kind of 
release from the solitary confines
of a confessional habit that was 
reclaiming an unknown peace
bare legged, yet not running 
with...

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OFFERING OF PANSY

Plucked at peak season, her blossom’s open -
Cleo, short for Cleopatra – brunette.

Her bloomer’s heart, displayed, shows she’s hope’n.
Hands him a pink pansy – eyes haven’t met.

Whistling inside, collar tight, he’s grope’n,
With fright.  Cleo’s bold and brash, wide open!

2/1/2017

Laura Loo's A Rhyme...

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Sometimes the things that happen, so unexpectedly
Are the things that have to happen, so that we can be set free.

Set free from beliefs that bind us, and blind us from what's true.
Changing us, shaping us, making us, a perfect offering for You.

A perfect offering for...

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