As an emerald, ruby, and sapphire,
You are most meticulously adorned.
Beyond boundless sacred zeniths higher
With Him, you are gloriously enthroned.
You, in His sight, are a mystic treasure.
You're more precious than the most precious gem.
His love for you is beyond all measure.
Aren't you above the creational helm?
There's merged in you His image and likeness.
It's this that makes you a unique jewel.
You're made to partake in His holiness.
In Him, like pure pearl in a shell, you dwell.
Categories:
creational, faith, jesus, life,
Form: Rhyme
Your touch, O feather, is like that of a tender mother,
The plumage on elegant birds; Tough! Yet soft and downy!
Rainbow-colored, on bird species, allure you smother,
Reddish in some, greenish in others, in others brownie...!
An art? A celestial craft? in you, divinity dwells,
The maestro craftsman's masterpiece, in you, brightly shines;
Blue, green, brown, and yellow, as though designed soft, into bells,
On peacocks, pheasants, and sickle-birds read between the lines...!
As though praising the supreme creator, is your movement,
There's dance and music when you float in the water or breeze;
With trust, honor, wisdom, power, freedom, and contentment,
You symbolize and entreat to make our existence ease...!
Though minuscule among creational realities,
You crown many crowns and become one of the best beauties...!!!
Categories:
creational, beauty, nature,
Form: Sonnet
We meet within and without Earth
in singing circles
Round songs
proposing this day's square cubed marches
in 4/4
not not spatial seasoned time
within and without
singing interdependently ratioed ZeroSoul circles
Webs between life's right conservative feeling
without emotional intelligent walls
against left's liberal loving win/win boundaried thoughts
Singing ZeroCircles
meeting within cellular walls
without Earth-bound webs
of interdependently woven information
exforming previously well-sung re-creational circles.
Categories:
creational, culture, health, humanity, humor,
Form: Free verse
How can something be so good?
Yet forgotten!
Fragrances that call,
Attention to her beauty
Growing in the wild.
As we pass her by,
Without a care,
Or a second glance,
Not knowing the benefits,
She brings,
Edible flower and leaves,
Soothing in hot water,
Drinking or inhaling,
Alternative healing,
How wonderful a plant,
Medicine for life,
Magnificence growing,
I give her praise,
And adoration,
She infuses her perfume
Garnishing the earth
With potpourri,
Surely I thought!
God must be a woman,
So much creational flare,
Yes! So clever,
Six days she planted
The seventh! Drank its tea.
Wendy Jae
Categories:
creational, poems,
Form: Personification
Raw is the nature and talent of birds
Fearing the holes of dark art
A coping will against sin so divine
Bull’s-eye in the path of a dart
Course of bold habit, stick with a lifter
Ransacked with promise and gleam
My floating shell sinks to the depths of hell
And I know I’m hard cracked in dreams
Stay in without chancing the sting that must come
Flaw without need to be spawned
Primaly still in near creeping demise
Overbearing life pressure’s begun
Won’t bliss or convey this dormant dismay
Creational slip below reason to feel
Though loaded with pride and glad you reside
‘Tis not yet my season to heal
Categories:
creational, angst, art, confusion, friendship,
Form: Quatrain