Consoled, yond each soothing watch
Mooned, starred tender-eyed
By what, fold on fold, slow for
Tis then felt pulled o'er:
A peace-wrap; of Night's own weave.
Less and less heartsore.
Traced, besides whose skied effects
Of that homeward care
The past, through what does shadow
For my ghost, below!
With new hope, new dawn on through
Will be stepping. Know!
We lean back in the ride sunset melting on her skin like liquid gold
Chrome glides slow and the whole boulevard watches our story unfold
Her hand on my arm turns the city’s hard edges into something controlled
Bass hums like a heartbeat syncing with the secrets we’ve never told
Palms sway overhead brushing the sky like a dream for the night to uphold
Grill smoke drifts through the breeze wrapping us both in memories old
She laughs and the block feels lighter with even the shadows consoled
The ride dips gentle hydros bowing and her soft smile says she’s sold
I look her way and every struggle I’ve carried loosens its hold
We cruise on two souls leaning close in a world we quietly mold
Jesus, The Bread of Life, have you tasted
His Spirit will complete you, come be filled
You'll be transformed, heaven's love foretasted
Taste of The Bread of Life, then you're fulfilled
Jesus will take away your yeaning thirst
Come to His river with its wast supply
You can be a spiritual person that's versed
There will be no need to ask God why
Replenishment of His Spirit fills holes
He'll give goals for life and learnings untold
Strength given will help you release controls
He'll comfort when you need to be consoled
Jesus, The Bread of Life, says to Him come
He'll accept you, feeding with more than crumbs
According to my phone, the rain
Would start at 9 or 10.
My walk began at not quite 7;
Lots of time ‘til then.
Of course, at 7:45,
It started pouring hard.
Without my small umbrella,
It was tough to disregard.
The last half mile, I got soaked;
At least it wasn’t cold
And being close to home, I was
A little bit consoled.
I never learn my lesson,
Which is not to trust my phone
And, judging by my fellow drenchees,
I am not alone.
What do you lack, they say.
I lay, when they sway!
Ask me, why this misery?
A trifle poet's mystery.
I carved my path here,
Not questioned, nowhere near.
Spare me the little life I have,
They consoled, Oh! Child be brave.
Love alone is not enough,
The crowd in this ambience are slough.
In now I drown,
Lost and now I frown.
Rejuvenates skin once and twice,
Running after victory being rat and mice.
I craved a natter,
Though I'm not yet better.
Prevails wait for peace to come around,
An embrace as heavy as a hundred pounds.
A wail emerges to eradicate this agony,
The soul tore itself free the atomy.
The blue demands more,
Shattered hearts and bones to the core.
Yet, I can't see the vein,
Damp eyes, quivering hands, hiding the pain.
For: Constance La France
Contest: Write a Beautiful Rubaiyant
Looking for a city, where death's no fear
I believe there's a city far from here
One glorious city with streets of gold
In that city, I'll see again those dear
In that city by Jesus be consoled
The walls of twelve beautiful stones behold
There the sainted millions, never say goodbye
Being there is a reward of ninefold
In that awesome city, above the blue sky
In the place, where my tears Jesus will dry
Here on this earth evil lurks everywhere
Illnesses come at us, germs lie nearby
In that city, Jesus' light will be there
His beauty above all on earth to compare
Looking for a city built by Jesus
I'll never ever want to be elsewhere
A benumbing, beams forth
What but serves best
To gild, unblest
Late and lone, a dead look;
A death-wish hides.
Or what as soft, o'erspread
The snow reflects:
Tender respects.
Man, with the Earth consoled.
Heart-stilled, abides.
If the world is not what it looks like,
Rather an entity of our own mold,
How can I only adhere to my own view?
Therefore I think Kant is true.
How one is in grief, other in delight,
I am skeptic whether molds are alike.
The sage could see it through.
Therefore I think Kant is true.
I could have consoled you,
You could have consoled me,
Only if we had got a clue.
Therefore I think Kant is true.
Final leg, still a chance
Focused, head down
Pain
Energy fading
A foot slip
Concentration meets exhaustion
Pedalling harder, slowing down
Quick look down
Something is wrong
I swear
I stop
No other way
A broken chain did end false, grand hopes
I jolt, knees lock, my nerves, open panic
Quietly raging, steward turns up, voices warn
Xanthopsia, yellow zephyr
Wheels flash passed
Peloton already distant
Stragglers stare
Endgame
Consoled by crowd
Devastated
Punctured dreams
May we be blessed to learn a lesson
from a little boy…4 years old
and the sad old man who, one day, he consoled.
The old man who recently lost his wife
was still blanketed by the grief of that…
When the little boy saw him cry…
he crawled into his lap…and sat…
Later when his mom asked what he said to the man…
The little boy said, “Nothing.”
And when his mother asked him why…
He smiled at her and said,
“I was only there to help him cry.”
Life is often painted in black and white
nothing darker do I fear
than the stygian plight of death.
My malaise is carried with unbearable weight
remembering each waking moment when
I didn't say "thank you" or "I love you."
Self-reproach is a penance I can never fulfill
because the dreadful thief of death
took you from me in the ebon reach of night.
I'm sick of hearing the meaningless words,
"You're lucky to be alive. Life is beautiful."
My life is a beautiful lie now that you're gone.
I'd give my life to find a way to you.
An alabaster portal is locked to me,
a pitiable wretched sinner.
If I were to paint it black would there be a chance
it would be blind to see who asks entrance?
But my fear of death...
keeps me from reaching into the pale to find you.
I cower in shame.
Damn my trembling hand that quivers and shakes,
for the portal denies my entrance.
My mind is an unassailable weapon against my will.
It paints in oils that are always blurred with kohl
and the agony inside of me will never be consoled.
I didn't know all this time it was wrong
To have feelings so soon, so strong,
Until I lived through a chain sequence
Of swinging between lust and limerence.
I didn't know people would be so shallow
About matching with me: leaving me hollow.
I carried myself through every heartache,
I consoled myself each time in a new take.
I didn't know I was being innocently lead on,
With how each of them came and gone.
I sit alone in my room, wondering why,
Was it me or just because they were "shy?"
I didn't know how hard it is to find love,
How hard it is to pursue them without shove.
I'll always grieve my losses in romance,
But I know one day I'll have my chance.
More than a soft toy,
Is a childhood friend of mine,
He's been here for ten years,
Maybe even eleven,
Why do I feel such connection,
Towards you?
You've been in most of my memories,
Grown beside me,
Is that the reason why?
When i sang a song for the first time,
Or when you consoled me in the darkest nights,
Is it because, i shared my everything with you,
Even my childhood and heart?
Oh my dear lovely jaguar,
I still remember when I hugged you while sleeping,
On the day I got you when I was five,
I just want you to know,
I still do this now.
You're my snuggling partner,
My first friend,
And my whole childhood,
My dear friend.
My heart hurts
My soul is tired
Cant feel the earth
I’m uninspired
I’m on my own
I’m all alone
In the unknown
Turned into stone
Left in the cold
No hand to hold
I have no control
I can’t be consoled
I’m lost in the crowd
Where the silence is loud
And a dark purple cloud
Covers me in shrouds
I can no longer pretend
No, the blues never end
My heart’s on the floor
I can’t be happy anymore
Tears fall on my bed
My whole life’s in shreds
I’m hanging by a thread
Maybe I’ll feel better when I’m dead?
I cannot see the essence of thee,
Yet in thy deepest mystery lies reality.
Not with my eyes but with my heart I see,
Truth is inside of me.
The chaos of this illusionary life is blinding,
Yet still unwinding.
Within my inner solitude, I could be finding,
My authentic self is revealing, reminding.
All peace is in wholeness and unity,
Not in living as the illusionary me.
I need to change what others see,
Let my spirit truly be.
A spiritual observer in a physical state,
With unlimited powers to create.
To reveal your true self is Truth’s mandate,
Allowing harmony to escalate.
Just telling others what they want to be told,
It’s not your giving, they’re just being consoled.
Speak the truth, speak up, be bold.
Or the fate of our world will be darkness and cold.
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