If my phone can reach your throne,
It is my heart who sent him.
He( my heart )is playing strings and singing soulful songs
If you can hear the words, my tongue had genuflected before you.
By a unanimous decision of my entire being,
The lord is mighty
When he breathes, mansions of burdens collapse.
When he sighs, waves of captivities lay humbly at the shore.
When he lifts his hand, dunes and mountains of oppression lapse.
His words are thunderstorms that rumble and make the lion forget to roar
The lord owns wisdom.
Philosophers can't fathom his presence,
Thus some say he's absent.
Wisdom thinks about his excellence
Researchers have given up on methodologies earmarked to trace his thoughts.
The Lord is wonderful.
He never made mention of operation tools during creation.
Yet on the first man he performed an operation.
An operation which brought forth his rib (Eve)
Oh! His deeds had even brought my hand to a stand still.
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Categories:
captivities, appreciation, christian, gospel, imagery,
Form: Lyric
These days are full of sacrifice
To be forever gone,
But they'll go on, the days,
Just like always.
The memories are scarce,
But the thoughts are harsh,
What did we do?
If only we knew.
The sadness is horrible,
The children are dead,
My parents will die,
Please just tell me why.
I need to keep hope,
I just need to keep it.
Just keep my strength,
No matter the captivities length.
Dedicated to all those who survived and to all those who were lost during the Holocaust.
Categories:
captivities, angst
Form: Rhyme
Memory of Liberty
Ballroom entanglements of crush induce dancers,
Flouncing hem of skirt of my lady the Royal Queen,
Wavy as ocean, swiveling and sweeping in spiraling
concerto,
The sea of floating headgears bobbing up at the simms,
Footfalls on the parade paved hill tarmac of many
destinies,
Lives held in captivities in the jaws of colonial
metropolitan,
Imploding, searchlight to conquer the fun-fare frontiers,
Categories:
captivities, anniversary
Form: Free verse
Feel captivities firm grip smother out the fun,
The stretch of its reach felt with each pass of the sun;
Metal doors slam shut, rumbling its echo down the hall,
Now come jail bar shadows to lurk upon the night wall;
There would come death to silence but for the jailers' keys,
To rattle the quite where freedom none sees;
Moment by moment goes time so deep to know,
Where the inuring gloom of imprisonment, time creeps so very slow;
Categories:
captivities, life, people, places, time,
Form: Rhyme
A dance I’ll steal from this night
And move slowly with the moon
Stars will shine upon my feet
I will create a waltz for each one.
My arms move slowly, entrancingly
Hypnotizing sleepy watching eyes
Light sprinkles on my face from above
My bare feet glide across the breezy grass
A dance I’ll steal from this night
Sailing between each strong tree
Fireflies accompany my spellbound trance
Musical allusions fly alongside.
The flowers bloom acceptingly in the still of the night
Their quieted lights reveal the dreams of those asleep
Nuzzled in their nests as I drift below the leaves
Dancing in a daze, as I would in any sleep.
My feet skim a cool stream’s edge
Fresh water glittering on my lively legs
A skip across the small blue belt
The constitution of the forest
Winding from end to end.
A dance I’ve stolen from the night
In a forest of breathtaking captivities
Each shining star a kindly ovation
To my dreamy wander.
Categories:
captivities, animals, art, childhood, imagination,
Form: Narrative