Best Ricci Poems
Dedication is to my Friends who avoid judging:
You are not the judge
But judge you must
For earthly matters and such
Leave hell to satan or demons
But Heaven in fragrances of your words:
Epitaph, apology, poetry, piety, congrats - -
Even angels fall, why not us (Adamic) mortals -
When pride and ego explode in ungodly challenge!
NoTE:
Between writing, editing, posting this simple offering ... the good & bad in Me & of South Africa today, asserted themselves: our electricity brownouts & blackouts affect internet, editing, posting, and consistent connection. My one service provider, MTN, has been back today for a few hours now (after more than a weak of zero internet connectivity). You pay a price: seeing many versions of this JUDGEMENT poem. Shalom
The universe is in your eyes
(It exists in processing; God's the background)
After this life, the energy Pole - and the eyes -
Allow Consciousness Pole to arise
They are always together, Dear Heart!
Like background ( or SPACE itself) in art
As crucial as Foreground (the details, the stage)
WE love the Energy Pole for love is in the eyes
But then we call Space, THE Background, "DEATH."
No Dear Heart, Space is the Ground of Being
"Thou shalt make no idols before Me."
while dangerously near
the time is now
we dance for life
we move to love
such a maneuver saves our souls
slowly performing to perfection
nothing matters but oneness
to music rhythm to each other
our slow moves circle each other
cautiously positing
each step
each lift of an arm
we turn our faces to one another
a set mouth opens into a tentative smile
what began as a dance of life
became the passionate transition to love
playing out full emotions to movement
acting out an inspiring love story
eyes locked in full understanding
a path can lead to anywhere, far, near
it will always lead back
ask yourself where
but don't give the answer
***
July 6, 2017
Copyright © SkyWatcher and Darren White
On request of my friends:
Here is Lisa's entry:
"the midnight hour"
with any midnight hour as it should life with desire arrive
be it man or animal love is love is love with all its blessings
secrets are kept and reveled under the moon with her shining light
within the shelter of trees stars still sparkle among the black and blue
to each fox to each man let the gift of love touch your heart and soul
always is the midnight hour there to enhance embrace enchant
SkyWatcher - 07-11-17
note
this entry is a dedication for inspiration when inspiration is silent
I was inspired by Darren White
thank you Darren as always for this entry is because of you
funny how inspiration finds itself...
any and all repetition is intentional
and now I"m off once again to follow The Yellow Brick Road
have a wonderful day everyone
thank you penguin...
Darren's entry:
Midnight hour
can be a frightening place
do not walk through dark alleys
I seek shelter in your love
Linger in your comfort
hope for acceptance
We will kill midnight hour
together
***
Written for a prompt initiated
by, and also dedicated to, my friend Lisa Ricci
July 12, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
R recently, power outages takes us BACK - ward
E ven reading & commenting here is rare
A naya & Harry Horsman, Brian Sambourne, Lisa
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Do remind me how comments feed poets' souls
P.S. This is a thank you poem to those who read and comment to encourage me. REQUEST: Please comment especially on poets who have few readers or fewer comments, or may be new. I encouraged a new PS Poet from Andorra last week, but I did not understand the poem or language (Celtic?). I don't expect any response, but I'm glad we have poets from so many unusual places with talent & Ubuntu. Deo
PPS. I could not fix errors in my post, or edit ( until now), because our power supply in my province in RSA,vwas disrupted ( by supplier ESKOM) for 6 hours: Stage 6 loadshedding. FYI or shock, Google, "RSA: electricity, Eskom, corruption, death threats." See?
JULY FOURTH PRAYER FOR USA & PATIENTS
A wonderful Lady of Poetry Soup needs prayer
For her beloved dad, a month after surgery
She may not know I am asking you to pray
But my spirit seeks strength in you, for her
I refuse to think I alone can intercede with Abba-Father
I know He loves every one of you, He is The Good Creator
When we pray for others earnestly: INTERCESSION ...
Andrew Murray writes that's the best Jesus-Imitation
Jesus ever lives, as our High Priest, to daily intercede:
When we join hearts and spirits to pray in Him, righteously,
James' Epistle assures us: It becomes effective Prayer
As fragrance of earthly praise and petition, join heavenly
Prayers of High Priest Jesus: Wow! Our petition joins with His
For Carmelo ... hoping for rehab, and more miracles to witness.
(c) DEO: please pray for those mentioned; even if you sincerely name them, and say: LORD, Thy will be done. Beleivers in Jesus are assured, Heaven is Reward.
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The scripture I read
Rebukes lust and greed
My Lord will forgive
Change how we live
Love God, love people:
Not pastor, church, steeple
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I have Hindu family
They offer their homily
On forgiveness too often
Basics of love, shun
So, I write poetry
To add to missionary
Tools, a biblical education
God offers ALL SALVATION
FOOTNOTE: I am a missionary in South Africa at this time. It is common in this diverse country to focus on popular themes of Love, forgiveness, charity. But many pursue lives besot with addictions to drugs and illicit sex, yet get government "welfare" based on child- bearing. Family stability has not been connected with family welfare payments. It is both sad yet an opportunity for our small team. Our desire is to help folk value their/ our environment, too. All aspects of this work show little progress, but I preach all truths in the Bible. Shalom shalom
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Once we prayed for fatigued hands
Jesus, Yahwah Rophikah, healer
He had previously helped heal Carmelo
God had been faithful to Hebrews
In the desert, in Canaan, in wars
Yahwah Nissi, Our Banner
The One who wins victories for us
He is faithful even if we are not
( 2 Timothy 2:11-13)
II
LORD, we glorify Thee, In three Persons -
Elohim: Father, Son, The Most Holy Spirit
Yahwah Tsidkennu, who makes us Righteous
Yahwah Shalom: He alone offers Peace
Yahwah Rohi, our Good Shepherd
Yahwah El Shaddai, the Mighty One -
We thank You for You are Good
There is no shadow or darkness in Thee
Bathe Lisa Ricci, her family, us ... In LIGHT
Amen, in Jesus's Great, Matchless, Name
Thanks to.my LORD JESUS, Saviour -Redeemer-King, for my survival.
I am in Pretoria, the once pristine Capital of South Africa. I took back a flat/ apartment rented Toba Nigerians refugee when I returned here from USA in 2019. The illegal use of my property that violated all codes and agreements ... ( No time to give details) ... Ended, with monetary love. And threats of violence. My good Nigerian friend took me away from this flat around 8 pm last nite, protected in a guest house. An hour later four Nigerians came to discipline me, an "Indian" who must leave Africa (so they take my property?). My friend had to fight them off --
Many South Africans feel abused by immigrants, notably some Nigerians, who openly mock "weak" South Africans
Venetian Sebastion Ricci
collaborated with nephew Marco you see
Making decorative painting its best
& seascapes with fantastic zest
The question, urgent and acute, that fashion
asks every woman daily: what does she
prefer? A Ricci’s chic, a chilly passion
of Ungaro, an ease of Givenchy?
What’s better? A dramatically black look
or, say, an all-white? A silk cape with strappy
heels or a floral-printed dress like Brook
Shields in “Allure”? The one that makes her happy.
So what if… Her glance falls upon the photo
of her grandchildren on the wall. Her heart
melts. She puts on a free tee-shirt from Moto,
old jeans and, happiest, goes to Walmart.
17.11.2019
Fashion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
thank you hands that type
thanks we don't gripe
as much as we ought
Taught by Jesus, choose
Battles to be fought
I
The hands Carmelo's genes shaped
Are somewhat lighter, her heart sadder
Carmelo Ricci left a world of pandemics
On January 17, 2022; heaven is happier
II
If a dad can raise a caring, hand-some lass
Who is among those who love hard, not loud:
The same who almost alone cares for Mama
Carmelo and Marie have done God proud
NOTE: GODSPEED TO CARMELO RICCI, LISA RICCIS DAD. I AM GLAD-SAD for my friend, and I daresay, Victor Buhagiar's P.S. pal, too.
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It is a new day, before 2, after midnite
It is dark, humid. We have fans, quiet
So too refrigerators, AC, & soon, phones
As it looks likely, the blackout goes on
II
It was so hot & humid, I went outside
Took a plastic chair, a break from inside
Watched faint glows from white farms
As steady rain falls, fog it's art performs
I tried to thank Lisa Ricci for her friendship ... Cybermonsters ate all I wrote.
So, to recap:
Lisa Ricci Ricci Ricci
Namasthe Namasthe Namasthe
ShalOm shalom shalom
I'm rich with l. Ricci as penpal
From Rhode island to south Africa
Despite the miles, years fewer smiles
NOTE: this PS site now gavectwo copies if the above post. I deleted one,OL! COMPENSATION?