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Santa Muerte, Godmother of Elderlies
Santa Muerte, Godmother of Elderlies
Godmother of Elderlies, oh Sacred Madrina
Bless all elderlies that they become God's bringers of peace
Protect them from harm, our Great Valedora
Bless all elderlies who suffer weakness & disease
Do not abandon them, our Dear Protectora
Protect our elderlies who love goodness & justice
Our elderlies who believe you, our Grand Patrona.
Amen.
-10/14/2018
(Dumarao)
*Special Intentions to Godmother Santa Muerte
Nature's flamboyant tiny gifts
Brought to beaches by the gushed drifts
People cherish old pebbles
As the soft touch enthral them
They treat them as prized assets
And fortune bringers
Placed: 2nd
mountains white
bathed in the light
of sunset bright
dusk lingers
sun's fingers
are joy bringers
humble homes
with tent-like domes
shine like chromes
nestled here
where nature's near
spreads tranquil cheer
pine trees tall
heeding winter's call
rustle in the squall
a river flows nearby
gurgling waters sigh
lingering dusk catches my eye
and reminds me of...
... God on high
I got a feeling
By Michelle Morris
27/06/2020
I got a feeling when we met,
We'd love each other with no regrets;
We'd always stick around no matter what,
And support each other with what we've got.
I got a feeling deep down in my soul,
We'd make a life together,
Make each other whole -
Twin flames united as
One for all time;
At last our destinies
Would be entwined...
No longer lone paths
But side to side
As warriors and
Bringers of joy and light;
We'd be a formidable
Force and
Blessing
To this earth's night.
I got a feeling that touched my heart,
Felt the warmth grow;
Ignited from the spark;
We'd be hotter than the sun
And belong together
For eternity
As one.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Mr. Jones.
Why did you leave?
Mr. Jones?
Why did you have to go?
Under chrome and glass,
through the fire we dance
Dance, the rhythm of an age,
dance the blues its
Hues run in time.
Sliver traces arc of light.
Refrain.
Images refract in mirrored spheres.
Why?
Gone so soon!
Where did you go?
Deep glasses spark under the dark star
Aglow with fame, fame, fame.
Let star dust cover you, cover you, your eminence.
In time, we all leave for nights Plutonian Shores…
But, you have gone before.
Adrift in bleakest of night,
Heavens engines hums.
We will see you some Sunny day.
As we race along to you rhythm cascades
To infinity’s sands, we cast
To hear the voice of the light bringers…
Your songs of creations, last!
Why did you go?
So fast
Mr. Jones?
Mr. Jones...…
They stand tall with their yellow coat,
Before they send their saintly seeds afloat…
Spiritual soldiers in silence softly set sail,
Through fields of dreams with a tenuous trail.
Dancing and drifting until the wind has gone,
Bringers of wishes decorating the dawn...
Panoramic puffballs pollinating the view,
Under heavenly skies of bewitching blue.
The sacrificial soldiers will not return,
As their love diminishes we will always yearn…
Dandelions of the seraphical sacred sun,
With beauty unleashed your will, be done.
April.11.2019
DANDELIONS Poetry
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
He eyes the candle, reaches out
To touch the flame it’s bringing,
But someone quickly blows it out;
Then everyone starts singing.
The brightly frosted cake is pushed
To where his little fingers
Cannot avoid some contact
And those gooey frosting bringers
Then find their way to cheeks and chin
And finally, to lips,
Resulting in repeated dipping
Of the fingertips.
The birthday face is nicely smeared
With neon green and blue.
His cute plaid shirt is also streaked
With cake and icing goo.
The grown-ups laugh; the cameras flash.
The moment justifies
The mess created by this birthday’s
Yummiest surprise.
Wingful Whispers of Wisdom
Wingful whispers thru portals spread,
as wisdom softly speaks above our head
Limitless bursts of Love thru needles thread,
Angelic ambiance lies straight ahead
Scurrying starlit sparkles full of grace,
when their work is done they will efface
Illuminations of both time and space,
laboring luminaries of eternal embrace.
Upon their Divine dimensions,
they manifest on earth with ambient attentions
Orbiting with gravitational suspensions,
winged warriors of ethereal extensions
Halos of healing bringers of light,
messengers of love through the mystic night
Harbingers of Heaven with infinite sight,
benevolent in beauty admits their flight.
Winds that carry a breath of bliss,
storms of joy as they witness a soul kiss
The warmth of white light we shall miss,
once they return to their Angelic abyss
Have you seen one so did I,
they appear on the peripheral of an eye
Sometimes blue or white falling from the sky,
one stands behind me now as I shed a tear and, cry.
Aug.02.2018
NEW RHYMING POEMS on Angels
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
N/A for contest
Awaken the magic hidden within.
Bring a healthy glow to my skin.
May I recognize the "Light Bringers."
May electricity come from my fingers.
May the Goddess wipe out my pain.
Help me to travel the Astral Plane.
Please bring back my muscle tone.
Give me the strength to fight on my own.
Manifest power from the Universe.
May I never be a victim of a curse.
Bring clarity to my eyes.
Help me see the truth through the lies.
Strengthen my body & my mind.
My ancestor's knowledge,I need to find.
I wish I was a rare White Raven
Not albino... leucistic... odd genetic defect
born of single pair black common ravens
minimum pigmentation, eye color flecks
White Raven legends as light bringers,
Subjects of discussions and books
Foretelling world's end, playful tricksters
Extremely rare, unforgettable looks
May 6, 2018
"I Wish I Was A..." Contest by Viv Wigley
Fourth Place
Brexit Sonnet No.20
‘No More Hell-Broth’
Our Brexit bringers are cross with their leader ‘tis said,
Confidence lost with their gabardine dream of last year.
The model’s moved on, but distress on how they are led
Is causing them angst, with some pain; even fear.
Kindness is due to the man in the eye of the storm,
Well served his country with arms; OBE from our Queen.
Unseated by hurdle in midst of one’s life is the norm,
For a man who selects, or elects, a questionable team.
Now confidence escapes our Brexit bearers,
As wobbly Brexit cauldron boils and bakes,
It’s toxic mix of economic errors.
We suffer, whilst fools of all, it makes.
So eye of newt and toe of frog be gone!
We’ll drink no more hell-broth to Brexit’s song.
©Keith Murphy
Bright sons and daughters of war
Rejoice for you are now the bringers of light
Vanishing the darkness
Now take life by the hand
Tie the threads of a new upbringing
To be in cold, desolated in the nature of evile
Now we can scream from are vocals of joy
We have escaped the void
The chosen few stood against many
Escaping the deepest of fear
Illuminating the heart
Once remembering are eyes written in torment
But we will forever have are wounds of emptiness
We had to face the scorn, believing in are useless tears
Tired of the fight, falling into the nightmares and shadows
We shall remember the fallen
Are brothers and sisters of the battlegrounds
Those who kept their heads held high
Their honor goes far beyond death
For they shall be revered forever in time
in my dreams (change)
sail in tiny birch bark boats
along the velvet dark streams
listen to the chuckle
of the invisible water
as she faithfully travels
toward the prayer of morning.
we drum quietly to waken
every living creature
with our mothers heart beat
the buds in the trees stir
the deer lay down with their fawns
life follows the canoes north.
winter parts before us
bows to the bringers of spring
wanders off in unkempt fashion
to sleep the living time away
on mountain tops and circles
at the ends of earth, so it goes.
'The Thundering Silence'
The coming summer rain with drops of pain
Our lamenting love slowly slips away
My soul is slain with a thunderous vein
My heart left broken it begins to weigh
The tempered tears will drain as they detain
My longing for you on this summers spray
Thru the summer storm my love will transform
I look to the rainbow a welcome warm...
~~~
Angels in flight within great holy height
Looking for your love a heavenly view
Bringers of light they have you in their sight
My love divine from them is overdue
Scribing angels write of my lonely night
After the storm a rainbows hue they flew
A summer rain remind that I may find
My lost love now a caressing entwined.
Aug.21.2017
SUMMER RAIN STORM
Sponsored by: Dale Gregory Cozart
One Ottava Rima, 8-16 lines
Your rhyme must be abababcc, with ten syllables per line.
It seems my time has come to rage
As friendship’s rent at last comes due,
The life it’s brought through many years
Finds final balance now in tears,
As friends of ambidextrous age
Begin to flail against the night,
Leave me to mourn loss of their light,
And deal with pain’s last residue.
If not for my belief in soul
If not for lost friend’s sacred joy
How could I bear to share this pain?
But one day too I won’t remain
To offer strength or to console
The friends I’m loathe to leave behind,
The vines with whom I’ve intertwined,
Peace bringers to my inner boy.
With friend’s death morning comes too soon
As if the sun has bypassed grief
And calls us back to what is real
When death is all we know and feel.
Our life like phases of the moon
Is sometimes light and sometimes dark
Though we may never hit the mark
Might Christ spell mourning’s true relief?
Brian Johnston
March 14, 2016
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