I was in His bosom before
time existed
With no form or comeliness
I was created from the dust
But nothing in me moved
Until His breath hit me
Then i came to full life
The very essence of Him
I am created to praise Him
That I will always do
Let your breath come afresh
on me
Renew me with your Spirit.
(Written 7th January. 2024)
Harsh is the time of your birth
The bleaching sun, taking away all beauty of the earthly jade.
But out of this parched season,
You bring forth the passions of your ever living substance.
Whispers of the cool, dry winds
Wave your exquisiteness for all to see.
Canvasing the floor of the soft earth,
Beneath each towering tree.
The stately soft petal
Of your comeliness fall ever gracefully.
Like the rains, that you seemingly beckon
To come and drench the thirsting earth.
Your cries for the heavens
To bless the earth is without sound,
But great things occur in silence,
Just as the warm sun rises.
The God of the heavens
The great creator set you as a sign.
A herald of great tidings,
For the rain draweth nigh.
Not once, nor twice but as many as three times
Your passion is echoed.
Filling the land with hope,
That soon the watering of the earth will appear.
But alas, you are no more as the heavenly windows open,
And as the thirsty land drinks her fill,
Your passionate silent calls are needed no more.
We bid thee farewell till next mother nature calls.
In your life, goodness has its best role,
You made being great looks really very cool,
Your success is cherished even by all fools,
Your kindness is used as an effective tool.
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You are more pleasant than being a dreamboat,
Your smartness is even deeper than a sugarcoat,
Your goodness flows easily from coast to coast,
In the ocean of wisdom, your intelligence floats.
Your affectionate smile, is soothing to many hearts,
Your compassion is beyond the fill of carts,
Your comeliness is yet to have any copycat,
Your goodness comes at the drop of hats.
May God's blessings always be in your life,
May your life be full of exciting laughs,
May your haters' efforts do a swan dive,
May you life be full of melodious jives.
Fancies be, beauty is real
Its seductive power to feel
And unfading hearts of glee
Protrude amazing love to see.
Your comeliness happy life speaks
And in darkness sparks light.
Song sung in the heavens
In which other angels delight.
Your beauty other sights controls
The goddess of all beauties.
Your frame fluid baths the earth
Your eyes serve like Venus' stars
Your smooth hair's golden template
Your undiluted form of colour
Sweet fragrance, your striking odour:
All's wonderful form of Aphrodite.
The enchantment of your countenance
Deceives not in every case
Lo, you are an angel!
But earth's
Unmatched with any angel unknown
Hence, the angel I know is more beautiful
Than the angel I know not.
There is such among creation
The goddess of divination
Result from the operation on man
His corporate rib as the plan
Given as a cooperative helper to him
And of her thoughtful advices to on lean.
Epitome of comeliness she is
With her eyes glittering Venus' lights
And her velvet body fit in stature
Lo, woman is a beautiful creature
For the majesty of her chumminess twists a man's heart
Wonderfully made, hard to fright.
The ancestral power of hers, an ancestress.
Her undiluted character brings forth home
The all-time cook till life's end to come
Tireless to nurturing the kids
And in womaning the daughters:
Always reliable for building-home duties.
Woman: marvel of the Maker's invention.
In the domain of summertime delight,
Where wonder and harmony intertwine,
A tapestry of comeliness bears flight.
Bathing the world in hues is so divine.
The flowers, oh, how they blossom and thrive,
Their vibrant colors bear hearts come alive.
The rivers and streams, serenade a song.
A Melody soothes and carries along.
Bees buzz gladly create a melody.
Leaf in a rhythm, falling for remedy.
As they run and play, kids appear sublime.
Water hitting shore adds a quiet rhyme.
This season's feelings, laughter in the trees,
Where leaves ramble and waddle in the breeze.
Full Trust I have in my power
Now formidable like a tower,
Before foes to not cower
Like the confronted by a prowler
Or an infant in a bower …
Full freshness in my power:
I know in the next one hour
Things shall cease to be sour:
A new comeliness of Rose Flower,
Not a thing to make me glower;
An Early Widow for a dower…
A Pillar Trust in my Power!
A pulchritudinous angel with awesome grace
An epoch-making beauty quotient I guess
Arabesque eye lines compete with horizon
A celestial Goddess- an enchanting paragon
Ear-tops, twain hue and hair cascadic
Bestow me powers to verse prolific
May I know thy secret supreme
Of leadership and comeliness extreme
Can I ever reach thy standards
I marvel at the parameters
Round eyes resemble the heavenly feel
Cheek bones emphasize the Indian zeal
What a superfect diva on the earth..!
Has just inspired my awe to mirth..!!
Fate
has no face
no voice
no comeliness
and yet
we sense it
we feel it
we hear it
wherever we go
as if it were
standing behind us
like our very own shadow.
Upon her face hangs a pout,
Which under her philtrum she wears so pink.
Not that she wills to show sulkiness,
But to send a flirtatious invitation,
And inveigle mine to repose on her rosy bight.
A fool he who ignores a pout and a wink.
Never could I resist the beams of her comeliness;
To kiss me and erase the pout is her intention.
(Inspired by Isaiah 53)
It pleased the Lord to bruise Jesus
On Him was laid the sin of us
Stricken, smitten, Man of Sorrows
To make secure our tomorrows
Led like a lamb to the slaughter
To make us His sons and daughters
All we like sheep have gone astray
Turned every one to his own way
We hid our faces from Him then
Rejected and despised of men
He has no form nor comeliness
With no beauty nor loveliness
Was wounded for our transgressions
Kept mum through all His oppressions
He poured out His soul unto death
Was afflicted till His last breath
Was bruised for our iniquities
So that we'd get tranquility
It is finished, it is finished
Salvation work is accomplished.
10.26.2020
The saying goes, a woman's nude body is gorgeous; a man on his own, is all chest and balls.
But then he emerges, looking as though was moulded to perfection in walls.
They watched as he descended stairs; body glistening, blinding even the sun.
Nudity defined, he should be called; for this could shake to stupor even a nun.
His well chiseled frame, moving to springing steps; indeed a fine scenery.
Mouths opened wide, gasping at his swaying form; truly an imagery.
Deafening silence, as they looked on, spellbound by nude display of manliness.
Care abandoned, etiquette lost, they rushed at his comeliness.
As they pounced, for a fair share of trophy called nude master,
Staircase caved in, mission achieved, paving way for a monster.
2019 October 18
Themed contest: NUDE - descending a staircase
Sponsored by: John Lawless
poised on the edge of fall
mother's leaven variegated peaks
lie on a sea of blood-orange streaks,
tease of yellow, and green loveliness.
facing upwards, as the breeze
seeks a hum from her breast richly pleased
of endowment; she sneaks a peek
upward towards the salmon ocean sky,
transcendent heaven,
and the lord's painted birds fly by.
nigh the slow rivers edge
reflecting its ripple comeliness.
9/23/2019
An auburn glow
of freckled comeliness
not young not old
a little thick set
like a mature cat
When we pass a book
between us
our fingertips withdraw
scalded by small print
The room is crowded
but it is far away
like a story in a closed volume
We are alone
beyond the codex of morality
We both know
that I want to lay her down
on this tiled civic floor
to imprint a passion
upon a mute press
There is an understanding
a regard
that fast birds
and slow elephants have
for mutual journeys
I envision
her creamy thighs
lofted high
her sensible skirt
pulled over her head
as we grunt sotto voce
between aisles K to Q
Friendship for a start is tremendous, I guess,
In awe as your countenance encapsulate comeliness.
Today might be bright, but I didn't come with torch ??.
I came with something brighter ??
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