Best Spikenard Poems
Torches of light appeared unseen beneath heavens secrecy door
as I lay asleep in the wake of earth full living;
She cupped her breath and blew warm air unto the gifted child of grief
sending her to the other side of the ocean together with the coral reef
Bathing my tears with spikenard oil she clothed me with inner peace
then send me to her sacred post dressed in golden fleece
The sky stood tall and the earth stood still , I healed but not at will
she had the touch of an angel and the holdings of a sweet until
beams of light appeared in my grieving soul and slowly I began to mend
until I realized that nothing in this life ever comes to an end
torches of light appeared unseen beneath heavens secrecy door
it delivered me from pain with something I could not buy from a store
L O V E !!!
His hand slipped inside hers and suddenly it was
as if the world learned how to breathe again
Perhaps it was the cadence of the blessed moon
sweeping away all the harsh lights of yesterday
Perhaps it was the way his eyes slanted sideways
as if to say, "there you are"
Anointing her wounds with Spikenard moments
of Grace, the room lit up like a roman candle
burning bright and fervent;
His Sacred Heart revered her shattered soul
and she turned into His Lily of love,
weaved by gold threads that were spun from Angels above.
There, bathed in the Holiest of Silence she became whole again
Walking towards Him unafraid, barefoot and wholesome,
as the day she was conceived.
Break this
alabaster flask of mine.
Exude
The spikenard of repentance
anoint HIM
who savors the fragrance.
Precious.
Time again not yet Summertime heat that beats upon the brow! Love is blowing in the wind the smells are amorous lips and your eyes see the flowers bloom in May it is said April showers bring May flowers the dance of the soul mate inside begins and never ends! Let us plant pleasant fruit and incense myrrh aloe vera saffron calamus spikenard lemon and cinnamon And water our garden lets have a Fountain in the garden a well of living water spring up and streams flow into our soul for when we drink out of our belly shall flow rivers of living waters! And we shall be full of inspirations of the soul to ride destiny wings and the glory in winter summer and spring I love to gaze out my window looking at the winter snow but oh I love the spring summer and autumn again and again and again..
Wake Up Northwinds come now it's springtime for you to blow upon a soul-mating garden long birthing Songs. Yes! Southwinds blow upon our Garden now and the lawn!! For winter is now gone Yes for now! Eastwinds blow now upon our Garden blow softly now blow long till dawn the degree is committed to the season of time and what spring brings up to the earth is done!
Westwinds blow upon our Garden so we can receive the sword of Love the womb of spirituality our children's be birth on earth as spirit beings or real one flesh around the cornerstone seven-element realms to celebrate our Kingdom God,s complete will be done on earth as it is in heaven of love earth-water Fire-wind- Air-Void the hidden dirty works! Blow upon our garden this will be our first pregnancy birth of a new day upon the horizon valley still gazed at destiny plans and what is to be birthed
So the seed of love will grow our new jubilee spices flowing out of pure intentions true mystery,s motions galore!
My beloved up down by the valley's low floor! Rise Up! My love rise up! My sweetheart come away take a look toward the door the winter has passed and gone your lips are like a thread of glazed clear strings that flow sunshine from soul to soul and you speak so well. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate flowing in your hair. Your neck with every slow-moving a rewarding hour after hour my strong Tower. Your two breasts are like a roe of my feeding zone soul, which feeds every hour to hour of living water. The spring of life peaks out of the dust the birds fill the air with gliding motions in gray skies or blue-to-dark dust as the eagle stirs her nest its springtime again not yet summertime heat that beats upon the brow! Love is blowing in the wind the smells are amorous your lips and your eyes see the flowers bloom in May it is said April showers bring May flowers the dance of the soul mate inside begins and never ends Let us plant pleasant fruit and incense myrrh aloe vera saffron calamus spikenard lemon and cinnamon And water our garden lets have a Fountain in the garden a well of living water spring up and streams flow into our soul for when we drink out of our belly shall flow rivers of living waters!
Wake Up Northwinds come now it's springtime for you to blow upon a soul-mating garden long birthing Songs. Yes! Southwinds blow upon our Garden now and the lawn!! For winter is now gone Yes for now! Eastwinds blow now upon our Garden blow softly now blow long till dawn the degree is committed to the season of time and what spring brings up to the earth is done!
Westwinds blow upon our Garden so we can receive the sword of Love the womb of spirituality our children's be birth on earth as spirit beings or real one flesh around the cornerstone seven-element realms to celebrate our Kingdom come God will be done on earth as it is in heaven of love earth-water Fire-wind- Air-Void! Blow upon our garden this will be our first creation!
So the seed of love will grow our new jubilee seed spices flow grow out of true intentions mystery,s motions galore! What God has joined together
let no man put us under the ground! Amen!
Such a lovely ebony woman
so deserved to be loved
more precious than rubies
she is mentioned in Proverbs
when she kisses me and smiles
clouds darken the skies of her eyes
her fragrant breasts become a garden
After such tender mercies are offered
where myrtle bloomed red and spikenard white
quivering in the ruins of our pleasure
where bounteous kisses ran amok
distant groans where whirlwind struck
whispering moans of joy and anguish
caressing the russets of our blushes
we are docile, drooping weak as a leaf
Lost in the sweet feelings of gratefulness
of making love and the zeal to please
she who knows how to sway mercy from disdain
she who aggravates or sweetens my chains
mesmerizing me during sad or tranquil hours
increasing my affections with her indifference
she who holds the authority and the power
to keep account of my joys, my love, and my pain
Wicked wind hammering on doors and windows,
Trying to storm in while we lay on a green bed,
My left hand under your head, and
My right hand embracing you.
Your ebony breasts flapped like a pair of vanilla pods
From Madagascar,
Slapping me with the sandy flames of Sahara.
You open your casket of perfumes,
A mysterious fumigation defying traditions of smells, blanketing
Us with misty fragrance, and I prepare my burial in your arms,
Burning an aged incense to prove my existence.
Rivers converging in your wild hips, and
I oar my wheel with creaks and sighs.
Do not be angered, my love, by the shrieks of a mocking bird,
For it too is calling its mate before the moon fades away.
We should be busy bathing our love with spikenard sweats
From my hills and
Ylang-ylang juice from your beloved Comoros washing your
Ruddy countenance
While your bewildered eyes reach a point of no return,
And I inhale the musky evaporation from your jar
Overflowing with newborn perfumes.
My love, let us write poems with perfumed words
And scent the curses of veneering poets to venerate poetry.
Quote: If I tell you that I have a gem folded in the palm of my hand, the question
of belief arises, but if I unclench my fist and show you the gem, it will not...
Buddha
A Fistful Of Diamonds Or Colored Sand
A fistful of diamonds or a handful of colored sand
God blew a breath and scattered me all over town
I don't own airborne wings I don't live in fairyland
but when I see I only see reflections of His gown
A clear cut glass edged and polished with shine
another object of valor dulls before His stars
Sotto voce, an invisible sign of His Divine
I can either accept the vision, or decline
The mayhem of the worlds chaos just a blow
I'm soak in the reflection of His quiet calm
Spikenard anoint and flowers bloom and glow
He is my diamond in the raw my soothing balm;
A fistful of diamonds or a handful of colored sand
He's the love I crave for, in the palm of my hand.
June 29, 2021
PERFUMER
Nectar from the Father, God;
Sweet honey from mother;
Apothecary, Apothecary;
Honeysuckle
Aloe sally mighty God, Perfumer;
Balsam balm bedellium;
Clams sweet fragment cane;
Cinnamon, frankincense, galbanum gum
Henna, myrrh, spikenard, gnocchi, saffron
Honeysuckle
Aloe sally mighty God, Perfumer;
6/12/10
written words James Edward Lee Sr.
This is a Memorial of her
Whosoever has ears to hear
What Mary’s done
On that day.. She displayed
To Our Father’s Son
Her passion... to Our King
All Angels Sing
Praises! Be to the Glory!
For this is her story
She saved the ointment
For Jesus’s Glory
For on that day
Non can compare.
Of the passion she gave
with all those who glared
With the Ointment of spikenard she saved… very costly
How Precious is she…didn’t think twice
Knowing Jesus.. Worth more then any price
She Anointed Jesus’s feet with Oil
Wiped His feet with her hair
To prepare his way …For His burial day
Remember always Of What Love…
She displayed… for Our Lord
How is Your Love.. for Jesus Portrayed??
When God the Father gave His Son
to live on earth and died for man.
He gave all that Heaven could give
So that fallen men could live.
The Jewish leaders spurned God’s gift
treating His Son with utmost scorn.
They accused Him and got Him killed
and when He died, their hearts were thrilled.
Judas, the traitor sold Him out
To the leaders who sought His death.
His perfidy stabbed him like a knife
So, he went out and took his life.
A woman came, opened her gift,
and on Jesus, pure spikenard poured.
Her gratitude revealed her love
for God’s great gift sent from above.
Today His gift God offers still,
to you and I, and everyone.
I hope that whatever you do,
you will not spurn God’s gift to you.