Best Undefiled Poems

The apple of my eye is a one for
An Amazon of an all in  one
Being sourced from the Almighty’s Blessings
A paradox in discovery by Spiritual vision
Unsearchable among the highs and lows
As more precious than earthly
A glorious heritage with more respect for the reward
You are...

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See the people watcher
Still as a mantis
Endless ambient sounds, unidentifiable
Does not prevent his gaze
He studies her eyes; her smile
And undresses her mind
The watcher finds himself
Transfigured 
Her thoughts are not easily uncovered
A coffin, sealed; undefiled
The watcher will only find him,
Looking out as he looks in...

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Sotto voce a whisper sweet  
if by chance we should come to meet 
down in the valley where flowers bloom 
shall we enter a two way street? 

And if by chance this journey's fleet 
with passion's effloresce complete 
becomes our season's hope renew, ...

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One has to like the price,
which never fluctuates.
It floats,
like some suspended orb
imparted from another heaven, perhaps...
itself a consciousness unknown
and undefiled. 
It is the good the ages seek,
still there before our eyes.

Were there a formula,
a prize to touch or taste,
it would not occupy the metaphor
of grace...

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Pleasurable haven,
Providing beauty and
Perpetual peace with
Purity undefiled.
Perfection unsurpassed.
Poesy lives here and
Permeates ev'ry heart.

7/31/19
For Brian Strand's All Yours (April 9) Contest...

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I came face to face with time
It was all sublime.
Nothing was as it seemed
For I thought “surely it must have been dreamed.”
I was shown the past, present, and future.
Then I heard the words, “are you ready for an adventure?”
As I stood there looking into the...

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I see the waves as they roll on the shore

With palm trees whistling the songs I adore

Sand like feather under my feet

And the grapes on the wines oh so sweet


The shore goes on for about a mile

Everything is beautiful and undefiled

All the flowers smell so...

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T  This mournful yet glorious story,
H  Hath ever set our eyes on Glory!
E  Entombed in an unsullied grave,
O  On the Cross for us His life He gave!
L  Lamb of God destined to sit on His Father's throne,
D  Death He...

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What name is there to better lift one’s heart?
The name assigned to an innocent child!
By love, given to set the babe apart,
When life begins anew, fresh, undefiled.

We come seeking my name; understanding.
I bring cool waters to a weary soul.
I wash the feet of travelers in...

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We are being Hunted!
Our sons,
More than our daughters 
Our mothers,
Less than our fathers 
By the hunters,
We've been made into a sport,
at their discretion,
Not served with protection,
But, sent
Straight to the grave,
By Black & White transport.
We stand at their command.
We stop.
We drop.
We comply.
We die.
Still...
Hunted....
& Endangered....
Not safe,
Living in...

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HANUKKAH
Festival of Lights/ Feast of Dedication,

As a kid, Hanukkah
was the Jewish replacement for Christmas,
But even better!
We celebrated for eight nights,
Which meant eight presents!
It was the festival of lights

We ate latkes or potato pancakes, 
We Played with spinning tops called driedels
Sang the driedel song
Opened one present...

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She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She...

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Imperishable Inheritance

“3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to His great mercy has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, 4 to obtain an inheritance which...

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Far away in the West,
Far far away from my cuddles and caresses,

Lives my son, 

Where rapid is the rise of the sun, where the sun is remiss to rest.
Where he is surmounting over all tides and tempest, searing snares and savoring success.
Where the winds herald...

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If my grandmother was a man,
She could have been the Goliath of the East
Her barns of yam could have been the largest
In the community with her tubers as tall as
The Iroko tree- the king tree of the forest.

If my grandmother was a man,
She could have...

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