Oh so found; here I am two centuries into this recipe; within ironic caldron
The finest ingredients have been bestowed; in every friend found beyond
Based this broth on the deepest marrow of their love; careful memories thought
When it started to simmer they welcomed me; I was no forget me not
It's warmed by a glow from far away; behold this inferno of passion
I had become a vegetable; my thoughts had caused a bad reaction
Cut them on a souls keyboard; just added them into this life's consomme
Supporting; you are all around; found your limerence is beauty to me
Coming together with a spiritual rice, drop in dumplings of great
This PoetrySoup; you've all just been ladled a bowl; please be nourished; you all changed my fate
Centuries of seeking yet never to find,
The one true soul that was like mine.
So many souls I have touched along my way,
Yet never one to take my hand or make me want to stay.
And so I walked through this journey with a smile and loving heart.
Still seeking that one true love to capture my heart.
Never feeling it was meant for me,
Never admitting the depth of loneliness in me.
You entered my path and somehow I knew My searching was over for I found the heart that is true.
Never speaking those romantic words \,
But touching my spirit and soul where feelings speak volumes not just words.
My journey now is over as a single soul,
Now we follow the path together for we make each other whole.
Bonded in spirit, in soul and heart,
We now look to a new future, a new life and a new start.
In centuries of winter, she stands strong,
A woman with grace, her spirit a song.
Through icy tempests, her heart remains warm,
A beacon of hope, a shelter from harm.
Her eyes hold wisdom, like ancient frost,
Reflecting the stories of battles long lost.
Her hands, gentle yet resilient and true,
Weaving dreams of spring, as ice crystals accrue.
In solitude, she blooms amidst the snow,
A delicate rose in a barren tableau.
Her spirit ablaze, defying the cold,
A testament of strength, a tale to be told.
Through ages of frost, she's endured the strife,
A symbol of resilience, a portrait of life.
Centuries of winter could never contain,
The flame of her spirit, forever to reign.
Twenty one years a man grows
To become a full human.
He will battle all life's woes
And must prosper if he can.
Another score and one years he grows
To be now a full grown man.
By this time his role in life he knows
And has honed his acumen.
Yet a score and one years he grows
To be fully confident.
By this time the seeds he throws
And starts to become redundant.
Twenty one more years he grows
And may display highly polished weapons
In things pertaining to mind and soul.
But he is now in expiring seasons!
He may enter another twenty one
To be a hundred and five years,
But he is now but a child of his son
And cowed by all kinds of fears!
A further lease a few may start
But like a child they often cry.
They are simply far from smart!
And in this season they'll surely die!
Six twenty one year leases of life
Is the most anyone can get!
Years are no preserve of the wise;
One needs luck and a lowly mindset!
Methuselah got plenty of leases:
Well over nine centuries of life!
It was closer to man's origins,
When man's body could long survive!
Genesis 5: 27
Lonely rain is my lonely ten centuries
Why did I see a rain when I was nine years old
I feel that the young man feels lonely towards the rain
Hear my queen a story.
In which you are the queen of this king.
Name is its love story.
I heard you my queen.
Hear my queen a story.
It's a matter of centuries old.
The world was unaware
when it was with love.
One day then on my road,
I saw your beautiful image.
The face was illuminated with light.
Like you are a princess.
If you see me then stopped,
Your eyes on me luminous.
Then both of us felt it,
like we are two paths of a path.
I only said to you.
Will you be the queen of my heart.
Then yes you gave me your introduction and sign.
You come tomorrow my home,
if you want marry me.
I also walked laughing and said,
'I am ready tomorrow.
How beautiful and how sweet
it was love story of both of us.
In a meeting,we were both single-life partner.
Now tell me how my queen looks
like this and my love story.
Mourn, you Yazid! cry!
A killer should rain inside
Until his eyes dry.
Roman conquest introduced new religion
law and customs.
Christianization was also influenced by Celtic Christianity
and it was sanctioned through the ages.
Many of our priests went straight to God
as stones thrown on entrenchments,
persecuted, tortured, martyred,
only because of their faith.
They were servants of true God.
Were is exoneration of noble and just?
Our catholic king, Canute said,
”There is no king but Jesus”.
Can you be at peace,
denying it to others?
Can you proclaim the freedom,
if you oppress the people?
Vending machines- harlots-slot machines.
I always put more into them, then what I received.
Vending machines -harlots- slot machines.
Awake, alone, the hours after midnight
when thoughts like gypsy spirits roam about the world,
traveling through past, present and blank future--
no maps, no boundaries, no roads.
Free to roam, a nomad of earth's centuries,
along unbarred corridors, uncharted seas,
viewing both the close and distant perspectives
of nations, thrones, and kings,
captain of a time kaleidoscope turning
in the curious capsule of my head.
What could we be and see if not restrained
by gray barred cells of time and place?
Would wisdom rule because we ascertain
the whys of old cultures' swift declines?
I doubt we would choose any better
even if we knew all there is to know;
we would find we are determined rebels,
for we are fallen beings after all.
Copyright, August 27, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
I would like to thank you for your visit.
I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication.
I believe we poets, can make a difference
in this world. We live in the 21st century,
we have tools( technology), we have our past, and imagination.
We just don't have the courage, because
I guess most are afraid to fail, to loose money.
All I have to say is we can't take money with us,
when we die. I also say hasn't mankind failed enough,
and isn't mankind worth the effort, our children is worth the effort..
Thank you, and my your God Bless you
John E WordSlinger
Centuries of history
roll past on a film reel,
moment after
moment after
moment