navel oranges
fell into a grape vineyard ~
viva sangria
Save the poet shake up their soul,
their words will save the universe;
Privileged glimpse within the keyhole,
save the poet shake up their soul;
For you ink loses all control,
blending black and blue into verse;
Save the poet shake up their soul,
their words will save the universe.
. for public domain
At first the Light was overwhelming,
no sense of self was found there dwelling,
no sense of end, and no beginning,
bright whirls only of endless spinning.
Gradually, a sense of self returned,
unscathed, unbounded, unburned.
Together with the Light it churned,
and both were one when we returned.
And now, neither one domineering,
and neither one found interfering,
we, blended as one, are pioneering
the blissful future we are steering.
My lady
My ladies, younger
One and two
Can't be taken for granted
Their powerful love
Coloured with forgiveness
Again, I thank my Savior
Jesus, the reassuring joy in my soul
Come death or birth - days
Amen. Shalom shalom friends
Porous promises
Replete reticent repose
Listless listened lies
Blended themes of hopes and dreams now seasoned by the years.
Awakening at dawn to the gift of a day, no longer wrought by fears.
This gift of time is most sublime as death's doors creep so near,
keep close the ones you love the most and all that you hold dear.
Hidden in the dawn of each new day are the subtle opportunities
that God gives away. With a humble heart my thoughts align, so
blessed to be granted this miracle of time.
A beautiful chameleon doesn't ever find good hue identity. Just keeping leaf marks, not only... Petals quickly read some twilighting under vast waterfalls.
X-raying yellow zigzags.
I
We make much of forgiveness; there's joy in receiving
Until I loved Wendolene, I had not been forgiven
Not in this way: I am able to believe Jesus, the Bible,
Moreso now, because I have received from Wendolene
Love AND GRACE. Siblings, love without grace is a shell!
II
Yes, I did not change; I still speak truth to power -
Even to all our children (blended family?) young, cocksure ...
Yet, pastoral-caregiver I am, I wait long before coming strong
With the Word of God, the Sword of the Spirit; equal as we are
Radical Equality before God as sinners (if you prefer, prone to error)
III
Yes, Wendolene showed her loyalty through highs and lows
If truth be told, her grown child needed a court interdict, Protection!
We stood for the right: to teach limits, respect others' rights also
She loves the LORD Jesus. Finally, I can pray as family, Unison
Not perfect, either, but strong in the armor of God, daily in His Word
Upended side silhouetted curves
Guitar gut succumbs concave pummel
Stroke of silk amber timber turns
Tranced incessant performer to animal
Strings emit unconcious melody
Calloused hands mollest chords, glide
Neat neck shake resonates body
Four kick outline organise notes inside
Looped chorus caught contagion
Spills rhythmic spools of tuneful allure
Tale telling verse's return enables
Beat subdued by soulful bridge endure
Slow tempo finale of song abrupt
Fickle fingers emptied petition an encore
Bouy bubble brief popped corrupt
Cadence swings wild windswept rapport
6th February 2021
Written for Contest: Sensual
Sponsor : Charlotte Puddifoot
The type of women, with I often blended,
You can easy find in the local bars around.
It's a type which is my mother warned about,
And type which daddy heartily recommend!
Blended Pans
All things to all men.
Take me to two thousand words.
And send me in orbit so fast.
Tannhauser Gate bound.
Blade Runner esque times ahead.
Paradise on fire.
A combined family.
A tricky situation.
One I have managed to avoid and gladly
I have no idea how they do it.
Each thinking the other one’s children
are spoiled.
Keeping their mouths shut
or worse, taking over too soon.
A tricky situation.
One I have gladly avoided
Even though we have different colored skin.
We have some of the same friends.
We even follow some of the same
trends.
We both hustle to make our ends.
Now that we have found true love.
The kind of love that will never end.
This is when life really and truly begins.
Then when we have kids,
we then go from blended to extended.
Yes we will have our ups and downs,
but this isn't how our story ends.
Put a man who is wholesome
into a mixing pan.
Combine one loving woman
and blend well with the man.
Add the children of the man,
and the woman’s children too.
Mix them all together
as you would a pot of stew.
You’ll want to add some patience.
It will help the taste a lot.
If you’re not sure how much,
just throw in all you’ve got.
Then, six cups of sweetener
and fourteen cups of love.
Sprinkle in some blessings
from the heavens high above.
When the mixture is complete
with great joy you will see,
the creation of an awesome,
loving blended family.
images slowly set
as colours cry
wet-into-wet
Inspired by James Peranteau's recent poem ALL COLORS CRY
Whistler was a master of this technique as was Manet.A favourite of mine see this link ( a
large print of which was bought by my family for my 60th (over a decade back now) and
hangs in our lounge.
http://www.allpaintings.org/v/Impressionism/Edouard+Manet/Edouard+Manet+-
+Blue+Venice.jpg.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Abbott_McNeill_Whistler
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