Best Vesture Poems
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Bare unto the world her beauty stood; both of us knowing!?
As smiling within a twinkling of grace, filling her perfect eyes
Cream de cream; in this yuletides lovely moment afore its place ~
Whereupon the stockings of love were so gently lain and, she
Adorned in creations vesture with a glass of light; holding paradise....
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....“Wrapped, Amid Ribbons & Bows” *
How many times did I gaze on thy face
In mine daydreams? When spent sun was fiercer;
Before night lapse in dank vesture of lace.
Mine wane smile died with memories dear sir.
Whiff scent of nature's breath upon mine cheeks
Unfurl the substance in mine trouble soul.
Swell of explosive unsated love seeks
Warm wisp embrace, of thy intimate whole.
Brush flitter, around musical full score
Ivory fingers purposeless upon
My ebony frame, asking for much more,
Sweet release, mine demise, a distant yawn.
Eternal sunshine that was mine, a force
That's still mine total joy, but night's remorse.
1/31/2020
A Sonnet True Love Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
Conifer, fruit tree's arms once did flow
laden with hued blossom, now gesture
to weight of lace ornamental snow.
Wintertide touch mystique blithe spirit.
Discordant weighty clouds draw down low
before night expire in dank vesture.
Chimney above winter render blow.
Piquant smoke distends languidly slow.
Bracing fire in manor of Esture.
Winter's breath chills even clannish crow.
Wintertide touch mystique blithe spirit.
2/19/2019
Look at the floor of heaven
Laid with patterns of bright gold
For us, they are but little orbs
But in his motion
Like angels, they sing
So many songs of harmony
To the souls of immortals
And while this muddy vesture of decay
Does gross in them
We mortals cannot hear it.
Hold your fortune for your bliss
A gentle scroll
A diamond ring
All gone
Loss upon loss
Life upon life
Death upon death
Pain upon pain
A man of the people
The villainy the beasts taught him
That he executed
Until things fell apart
Judge him not
And mourn him as a legend
Chinualumogu!
For whose sake
The Arrow of the gods granted justice.
Christopher Okigbo called them beasts
David Diop called them vultures
For me
They were weeds on our soil
Colonial masters
Who awakened our sleeping lions
Achebe threw the bomb
And died before it exploded
This cooled his friends
And awakened his enemies
They laughed at his losses
And scorned all his gains
He sought no revenge
Yet his silence scrapped all nations
Thwarted their bargains
And with two heads of fools
He repaid them for one
And then There was a Country
He chose not what many men desired
And rejected the barbarous multitude;
Crystallized the inferiority complex
And fought back to back
For Africa.
No ill luck stirred at first
No tears but of our shedding
No sighs but our breathing
Various creditors sprang
Enemies arose
Yet he'd give up nothing for the wilderness of monkeys
Nor for the generation of wolves
An ambassador of love rarely seen
His pleas were for the taunted and corrupt
And with his graciously seasoned works
He obscured the shows of evil
What damned error!
But some superior would bless and approve it with a text
Hiding the grossness with faint ornaments.
Look on beauty
And you shall see
It is purchased on the weight
Often have you been told
That all that glitters is not gold
Farewell, the hope of Africa
For now, your suit is cold
We love and miss you
But our prayers with you shall be
Oh, Lord!
Arise and await
For his gentle spirit
Unto you dear God
Commits itself to be directed
The Beautyful ones are indeed not yet born
But the born indeed are most beautifully precious
Adieu Albert!
When across the land, water
flowed
And on top of the hut, the cock
crowed
When under the moon, dreams
were hope
And in pursuit of good, they
never stop....,
There, was a country
When cries heard, were of
sucking babies
And the speech of our lords
were glad tidings
When man of the cloth, search
of God wisdom
And those we crowned, toiled
to feed our kingdom....,
There, was a country
When plough shares, worked
the ground
And in sweat, fists were never
clinched
When the land to the nation
brought forth grain
And the fists of fathers, never
caused pain....,
There, was a country
When drums were of dance and
praise of gods
And voices of mothers were
sounds that soothe our souls
When in dark night, the land
was with light
And in day, evil was never hid
from nature's bright....,
There was a country
When the wind blew our flag
high with pride
And the death of our heroes
would bring grief countrywide
When those of the east would
long to meet our king
And of the west, would feed
from our pastures green....,
There, was a country
But now here we stand...,
Without a vesture of covering
Our streams, crimson and our
streets, a chotic tide
Youths fighting
Fathers toiling
Mothers wailing
Politics, a canker to our
economy
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Every life has the heart of a lion deep inside ~
Should the fortune of circumstance present them
This chance, to rise above the ashes cast
And make a difference wherein they still can....
Be they woman, child and or man!?
Good versus evil and right versus wrong ~
Seeing beyound the barriers to break down the walls
Somewhere deep inside; inside of every life
Light and therein lies, the heart of a lion....
Wrapped amid the vesture of fearless love
Where through all things are possible if only
They shall believe, see and thus, become?!
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.... ~ Cinderella Man ~
I Have A God
Woken up by a mellifluous music never heard before,
Made me wonder, was I in the kingdom of Orpheus ?
Or was it the orchestra of heavenly maidens?
I open'd my eyes after honey'd slumber,
Blind'd by sparkling silver and blazing gold
Of a goldsmiths treasure trove.
I walk'd step by step on the cloudy floor
Feeling the weightlessness of my heavy shoulders.
Much had I been overwrought by mortal burden,
And heaved a sigh at this fanciful world.
Above the lands, above the seas,
Above the mountains had I obliviously reached.
In the realms of dreams I smiled,
And swirled my glittery gown.
The gods had been kind for this Elysian ecstasy
Loud shout'd I my gratitude to the Almighty,
If this be divinity I ask for no more
Before me stood my creator in all his luminosity and spoke,
You call'd me child and I your servant be,
No more pain, no more misery,
No more desire, no more passion shall ever feel.
Your soul in my palm will be, your vesture rested on the ground.
Down look you on earth,the towering inferno has turned you to smithereens.
Your love is here,
And here begin we a life afresh.
He point'd his big finger down, once again.
There on earth your treasures lie,
The fray is on and many will die.
For centuries have they fought and for centuries will they continue,
Your abode be here for all times to come,
Fret not you, for I be here.
Spoke I to God,
A dream this were not, for I am sure.
What treasures do I yearn? What passions do I crave?
What pain? What misery you speak of when I your only audience be?
My raptures the world knows not of,
For too entangled is the diseased world,
Of attachments and detachments.
Much to their envy am I filled with pride,
My journey has not ended,
With you by my side it has just newly begun.
SECOND
Balveen Cheema
November 26, 2015
Contest: I went To Heaven
Sponsor:Laura Urbaniak
Fusion square the shooter traced her moonbeams shock therapy
Bionic's, vesture sequin love's sentinel premonition's swaying children
Johnny Rotten taking notes strike a pose hydro-embryos, bedazzled wombs
Thirteen strings with her will to be merry enshrined their entities lyrical epigrams
Sapient's tattooed time his Star of David; beyond, the mirage ? Polys mischief-makers
Bathos changing chords criss-cross chromosomes beatitude's, power ballad star'spangled stanzas....
Entering, The Prince past her Holy Gates eastern skies Angelica gazing into Hope's eyes breaking bread: His King.
Psalm 21-I For this day . GOOD FRIDAY
A Prophecy of the Passion of our Lord
My God my God why hast thou forsaken me? Thou art far from my prayers.
From the words of my cry.
3) My God I cry during the day, and thou dost not answer, and in the night, and thou dost not heed me.
7) But I am a worm and not a man, the scorn of men and despised by the people,
8) All sho see me scoff at me, they open wide their mouths and wag their head:
9) “He trusts in the Lord: let Him deliver him, let him save him if He loves him.”
10) indeed thou didst bring me forth from the womb; thou madest me secure on my mother’s breast.
11) to thee I was committed at my birth, From my mothers WOMB thou art my God.12) Stand not far from me, for I am in distress; draw near: for there is none to help.
PSALM 2iii PRPHECY OF THE PASSION CONTINUED.
14) They open their mouths against me like a ravenous and roaring lion.
15) I am poured out like water, all my bones are disjointed:
My heart has become like wax, melting away within my breast.
16) My throat is dried up like a potsherd, my tongue cleaves to my jaws, and in the dust of death thou hast laid me.
17) for many dogs surround me, a gang of evil doers encircles me.
They have pierced my hands and my feet,
18) I can count all my bones. They indeed look and gloat over me; they
19) divide my garments among them, and for my vesture they cast lots.
Passion of our Lord Jesus Christ.
Just one of the prophecies in the old testament that did come to pass.
Have a holy and reflective Good Friday everyone.
Another autumn past
dappled leaves pirouette upon the wind
spin upon the currents
where the rivers torrents round the bend
The blueberries foliage
take on their raspberry vesture
in explosions of color
to bestow joy in the seasons gesture
the glacial ice
encases the sprouts upon the ground
the gates of winter
fall on all that can be found
Spent my summer
with heartbeats under the waxing sun
upon the mountains trails
where the deer and raccoon’s run
When february comes
the croaks of mating frogs upon the pond
each seasons joy
to my memories will lay its bond
Spent too much time
upon the things man has designed
ever my heart rests
it’s gladness in what is nature’s find
I’ll visit gardens
each season to view what will bloom
I’ll take my pleasure
in what is furnished within it’s room
And in the forte night
where the moon tides wax and wane
I’ll seek the things
that the thoughts of man profane
COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Ego of selfish nature
Can be molded to mature…
Born midst arrogant culture
Babes have demanding feature…
Such is human heart’s posture
Masked against kindness’ gesture…
As mind yields to God’s nurture
It flees from ego’s torture…
Ego shorn through good lecture
Triumphs showing joy’s picture…
Now reborn for love’s venture
Faith now glows by care stature…
I’m transformed with renewed vesture
Thankful as divine creature.*
*1Corinthians 5:17 Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away: behold, all things are become new.
July 6, 2022
Monorhyme in couplets
So very many amazing things
beauty of life tugs at heartstrings
the height a man can reach to
and glory when the gifts are true
Submission to the voices call
spectrum of talents given to all
a measure of each within it’s presence
remarkable joy in their pleasance
My Lord beneath you I bow
prostrate myself the view me allow
with praise for the knowledge I see
bounteous is the perception that be
Indwelling mankind genius you shower
capacity for splendor that you empower
Voices lifted to you in praise
that endow us grandeur within our days
Articulation of an heavenly song
woven tapestry whose fabric is strong
sculpture divested the works of hands
magnificent music produced in the lands
The filigree of crowns in artifice
in every skill produces things nice
who among us will credit you
that as children copy what you do
With lightening you so us inspire
and draw upon our inner desire
amongst the rocks and stones we gather
searching for life and loves that matter
Like a seamstress who gathers dreams
stitched together in close knit seams
clothing us in royal vesture
a grace given by your gesture
An architect who builds dream homes
music of heart practiced by tones
in gardens where rainbows live
diversity of presents in man you give
Sometimes I look at man and see your face
you build those who recognize your grace
little pieces of joy in such empty space
and so many have lost it’s trace
The adversary seeks to leave us dry
to dam the waters from our sky
and parch the land of God’s vision
to hold us all in his derision
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Behold the light
The illumine of the sun
of
righteousness
The source of life and
power of
creation
That shines the day and
outweigh the night
darkness
With its beauty, stature
and
the essence of the
maker
Behold it's beauty
Above the hill tops and
in the
shades of the mountain
peaks
The beauty absorbed in
streams below and in
sprouting
lilies
Spread on butterfly
wings and
floating with the falling
feathers
The reflection of
harmony and
affinity of nature
the warmth of creation,
the
cosmic worship
Behold it's stature
A body of perfection and
eternity,
Born not of a canal
conception
of sexuality,
clad in a vesture of the
finest
cloth of immortality
Standing on the land and
on
the sea
reaching to the heavens
of
timelessness
Glowing with the glory
and
power of the maker
Behold the maker
The ancient of days of
the
utmost beauty,
knowledge and
goodness
The omnipotent one,
without
desire of want
A being self caused, of
which
the nature is only
conceivable
as existence
A mystery of our mental
comprehension
full of all opulences
divine and
sublime
Behold the light
Behold its beauty
Behold its stature
Behold its maker
Your skin glows like a golden apple
blossoms lated as the rose
in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your piano voice
and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your
name,Vee.
The evening ascends in on a great owl.
I am calmed by your vesture that
I may dry your tears of anger.
As my feet falls from my bed,
it reminds me of your town.
In the hushed,
I listen for the last buzzing
of the bees.
My heated eyes leaps to your swag.
I waited in the crystal moonlight
for your secret pen,
so that we may write as one,
face to face,
in search of the glorious red
and spiritual class of love
This is the day that flattened the city:
shock wave, clothes burnt off;
“This is what they have done, tell everyone.”
Radiation penetrating into sickness
> sterility.
That was the day when all was laid waste.
This is the day they stood up on the mount:
awed, as His clothes shone.
“This is my beloved Son, listen to him.”
Radiance transfiguring, three with One worshipped
> fruitfully.
That was the day which uplifted mankind.
Now is the time for faith to hold on:
declared to be heard;
“This is the light of the world, behold Him.”
Vesture of truth shining, penetrates, conceiving
> fertility.
Now is the time for peace rising.