Once touched by The Holy Spirit
Our mind-body structure transmutes
Bliss symphony from love’s turret
In-pours magnetic attributes
Benign bliss friction rapturous
Pervades our form in loving tease
Delightful joy fortuitous
Grants from fears and desires release
We are still, as voids within fill
Divine currents encasing form
All doings done, as of God’s will
Ensconced in bliss elixir warm
20-November-2021
November or December Quatrain Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
As currents rise within, felt as rapture
We transcend erst ego caricature
We are here now; no puzzles to apprise
Each nuance embraced in wondrous surprise
Fickle thoughts rested; heart our aperture
Enveloped in bliss, love alone features
Meditation becoming our nature
Narrow thoughts rested; we no longer size
As currents rise
Enlivened by soma nectar moisture
Transforms our very mind body structure
As attachments external, slowly dies
Graced by direct knowing, we become wise
Head-heart aligned, erect is our posture
As currents rise
22-February-2021
I feel a baby leaping and
Moving slowly in the inside of me
My womb the place of incubation
For a new life's glorious visitation
The felicity is gradually building up
My baby will soon cross the rump
For I've waited patiently
In dismay but valiantly
I am going through pain
As my body structure metamorphosis
I'm pushing a spiritual trigger
And my belly is growing bigger
In my labour room I'll see God
I'll welcome him with a song
A never ending song so long
Through the paths of the red rose thorn
So I'm really going to have my baby
In my ninth month of pregnancy
The Physician said it will be a bouncing boy
And now oh God I can't hide my joy
Shall a man create a man ?
And shall a man bring forth a child?
Shall God bring His Children to the Labour Room
And not give power to bring forth from the womb?
I'm in my Labour Room Month
A miracle baby is about to be born
Oh how glorious! How wonderful!
How amazing! How blissful!!
He is about five feet three inches high,
his head is half-bald and remaining hairs are gray,
though original color of the hairs was dark brown.
He wares mustache that both ends are pointed
and rolled up like Kaiser Wilhelm; however,
his mustache is somewhat thinner than that of Kaiser’s.
He has brown eyes and sharply nose.
Although he is a short, his body structure is upper range of
medium built. He is not wearing glasses in his daily routine;
nevertheless, he wears glasses while he is working
at bench. In addition to the glasses he even wears
a pair of goggle type magnifiers on his forehead.
When he talks, he slightly shakes his head.
And if he is in exiting mood, he even shakes more.
He was a forsaken child brought up in a slum.
He was an abandoned child never knew the parents’ love.
Nonetheless, his most unique characteristic that makes him different from others is that he loves to play a clown, because his heart is filled with tears that to be hidden behind thickly-painted makeup; because his heart is full of concealed grudges that to be glossed over with the funny gesture.
If I were to say you are a fallen angel
I'd be insulting you.
Complimenting you to be beautiful,
But evil in your ways.
Comparing you to a fruit tree,
That has a breath of a rotten fruit.
Taking you as a drug that gives me strength,
Only to lose it and die because of its effect.
Like Eve in the garden of Eden,
Instead of being a helper, she became a burden.
If I describe you,
I'd be giving myself glory.
Rather unite with me,
So that we can share the glory.
Angels serve us, so how can I make you my maid?
Man are higher than angels,
So are woman because they're from man.
If you came from my ribs,
Shouldn't I try to keep you and re-unite my body structure?
I have sown you,
And now I have to reap the all of you.
You are my flash and my bone,
Ngizodla konke namathambo;
just to get my strength back.
I am the glory of God,
And you are my glory;
Thus, the pleasure to the sense of my mind.
You are beautiful beyond words,
For you were not created by words like plants and seas,
But by my body; without you I'm incomplete.
You are an artist,
And art is your offspring.
PLUS OR CROSS.
I have got four
Cardinal points
Symbol of Christ’s
Church,
Also an arithmetic
Clause.
I never mingle with
The clutch
Addition is if you
Desire more,
Cross contains my
Body structure
Also the signal before
Resurrection.
Cross coordinate every
Sea shore
Move on as air
Knows no junction.
AKEWUSOLA HABIB.
You are very very special
Your eyes draws a portrait with
Careful references to Helen’s eyes.
The most beautiful woman in Greek mythology,
Your eyes, fearlessly accepting all exterior truth.
Your plump face is gentle and sensible,
Your beautiful lips knows only words of kindness,
And chin has a gentle firmness,
The yellow heart is radiant now with dew.
A small provocative smile curved your lips
A beauty which you are thankful for.
Your body structure says you are hot,
You are pretty when I looking at your face,
But when I looking at your heart seems,
You are the best and most beautiful things in the world
Which cannot be seen or even touched,
You must be felt with the heart.
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Thank you for reading.
Chitta
Her beauty glitters so bright i can't face her
Her sparkling white teeth well dentiotioned and moderately spaced.
Her body structure takes my breath away
Her hair,long, swavy, dark and shiny.
Her heart? hmmn...i'm hoping to find that out pretty soon.
Everyday, i see her and smile but she never for once smiled back
I come home with a frown and ask "when would she notice me"
I like her(no doubt) but i don't know how to tell her.
She walks smartly, dresses homely and jst my type!
How do i get her to notice me?would she ever do?
I think i know just what to do.
I'll just pour out my heart in a letter,
Leave it at her back door
While i wait for her to holla back
Telling me how she feel ...
She arrived the year I thought I broke free
From the seductive hold of art and all art-meets
I shunned the temptation
But she broke into my tube
Televising purpose and purple hibiscus
Her first fine flower of an early budding
In an enchanting voice and visage...
And something in me sought to pluck
At the comind of Half of a yellow sun
I trod from La Campaign Tropicana to Jazzhole
To keep a date with a daydream;
Sniffing into all the farflung path of her purple
Hibiscus
And there she was,the lady in my tube
I gazed longingly upon a stately sight with a well-
Laid out body structure
That mates so well with her sentence structure
There she was,the ancient child in a haste to change.