The Universe has brought your love to me,
thus, ending all my nights of lonely tears,
a gift divine purposed in destiny.
Heart’s hidden hopes in manifest appears.
Our joy restored now blooms in every kiss,
a secret promise to commit our lives.
Soon passions pathway brings eternal bliss,
fulfilling peace of being each derives.
Many nights I've cried aloud in prayer,
for heartbreak after heartbreak was too much.
Yet deep in lonely sorrow, help was there.
Through years the Father's comfort was His touch.
Of all my worldly victories achieved,
your love’s my dearest gift of life received.
Why is the sky blue? Asked Jimmy
Fantastic question!
Why indeed?
Why did The Creator
Whether God or Science or a Scientific God
Choose blue
Instead of forest green, pale yellow, or maroon?
Is it because the day seems cheerier
The world brighter
The people friendlier
Due to the color overhead?
A Mount Everest of evidence shows
Humans are happier
Outside
Under the blue.
So, why do we equate blue with sadness?
Certainly, blueberries are one of the most congenial of the berries
And Superman always dazzles in blue.
However, I suppose not all blues are the same.
Midnight blue is complex in color and to contemplate.
Almost all have gazed hypnotically into its majestic fluidity.
Many onlookers discovered hidden inspiration and birth.
But, some couldn’t see past darkness and conclusion.
Blue, sky blue, and midnight blue
Among those shades lies many lessons
Including the fragility of stereotypes and prejudice.
What’s that Jimmy?
You only need an explanation to relay to science class?
Oh.
Sky color derives from air molecules and wavelengths of sunlight.
Is that the answer you’re seeking son?
I met a girl with a name from Skies.
With curly hair and big brown eyes.
From „loved moon” her name derives.
For all day long she simply shines.
She’s warm and light – a butterfly.
Cannot forget her. I have tried.
I might get blind and a bit confused,
She has the appearance of a Muse.
Her beauty’s dangerous like a fire.
She’s a hypnotic man’s desire.
Though, that is sure I will miss
Her juicy, soft, and passionate lips.
28.11.2022
Money is a man-made commodity, which helps humans extend their validity
Money can be in any virtual form, with banknote and coin you can pass the storm
It’s name derives from “JUNO MONETA”, a Roman name of an ancient loleta
While silver and gold people adore, barter was the method used before
Money is the common way to survive, it allows mankind to live and thrive
Is money a want, or is it a need, for those in power it’s purely greed
You can use it for charity, or spend it on yourself, or simply pay your taxes to the wicked elf
Financial security is all that folks see, without your money where would you be
Saleh Ben Saleh
Happy eyes do not need the sun
For they, like yours, have a light of their own –
A cutting light the demons shun
That confesses to a kind, ageless soul.
Brown upon brown, they draw me in;
I can’t look away nor could I leave
One who burns with a burning passion –
With an innocence I dare not displease
And when I look into your eyes –
My loneliness is burnt to a dry ember.
I know your happiness derives
From within and they who see remember.
Shine for others, shine for me
But don't forget that they’re mine to own –
Mine to write of with jealousy;
Your eyes alone are worthy of a poem.
CELEBRATIONS
enchained
pensive
awaiting
an
unstoppable
force
a proliferation
to allure
creating
an
image
often
tempestuous
in nature
derives
from the
ineffable
particular
& self-making.
articulating
raw charisma
in a pleasing
conceptin
&
the embodiment
of
elegance
& conceit
of personality
discovered
integral
to the legend
elitist
available
only to a
chosen few.
Trinitarian Equations
By Mark D. Stucky
Can you do the math
for Three in One?
1 + 1 + 1 = 1?
3 = 1?
1 / 3 = 1?
You can't find these
enigmatic equations
of paradoxical logic
in new math textbooks.
They are old math.
Very old math.
Older than earth.
Older than stars.
Older than the universe.
They are the origin of math
from which all math derives,
from which we live and move
and have our being.
Beyond Taoist yin-AND-yang duality,
beyond particle-AND-wave nature of light,
beyond quantum superpositions
of ALL possible particle states,
Three Persons in one mystery,
distinct yet together,
a divine Whole,
greater AND lesser
than the sum of the Parts.
(First published in Ekstasis, Sept. 2022. See also my poem "The Invention of Love" and my visual poem “Trinity Dance.”)
(Image by jose_andres95 on Pixabay.)
Came crying to this unfamiliar sphere,
Mom, Dad, siblings instilled joy in my fear,
They showed me smiles, the world all aglow,
And through my cries, my smiles did grow.
Childhood's playground, a canvas of delight,
Unbridled laughter, soaring to new heights.
Past and future blend, time stands still,
Living in the present, where joy fulfills.
Youth's wild dance, with dreams unfurled,
Passion's fire, igniting our world.
Embracing love's sweet joyous melodies,
We chase the sun, on life's open seas.
But seasons change, and youth fades away,
Wisdom whispers, embracing shades of gray.
Yet joy still lingers, in moments treasured,
A tapestry of memories, forever measured.
The autumn leaves gently fall from the trees,
Life's cycle turning, with graceful ease.
With each passing season, beauty thrives,
In moments cherished, our joy derives.
With hands well-worn, we savor every day,
Knowing the fragility of time's ballet.
For joy resides not in age nor strife,
But in the celebration of a well-lived life.
The butterflies flew off some weeks ago.
Pools of blood from my pierced heart have dried up.
My feelings leak insignificant flow -
I no longer drink from passion's sweet cup.
Still, you must realize that love never dies,
for it derives from more than skittish heart.
My soul and my eyes could never disguise -
I still hope that our story soon might start.
Tamer, now - fire, somewhat softer - desire,
but, for all that, hardly less strong or true.
I've guessed from first glance - your face - angel's choir!
I still think it could be right - me and you.
I'll admit - sometimes I taste fear in wait.
But love is patient ... I submit to fate.
6 May 2023
The word of the day is: ' Excruciating'
an adjective associated with intense pain,
however its root meaning derives from the Latin 'excruciatus'
meaning – ‘From the cross.’
Congratulations! for before or when we die
we all will be - out of that cross.
Life is a crucifixion
for even the greatest joys come to suffering
just as suffering comes to joy.
Love saves.
Jesus’s journey to and from the cross
is both an allegory and a literal teaching.
What we believe becomes our truth.
Today let this Good Friday contemplation
become our own way Of The Cross
for life, be it short or long,
is sometimes a heavy burden and rocky road to climb,
and though the joy may happily outweigh
the tribulations
together they also are our ‘come from the cross’
story.
Jesus is us and his truth is in us.
If Good Friday were a sorrowful event
then it would be called ‘Bad Friday.’
Nothing is Bad today.
In his new shop'La Maison de l'art nouveau
On display,paintings,sculpture & design-
All of the contemporary kind
Tribute to Samuel Bing from whose shop the term Art Nouveau derives.
The term pope derives from the Greek "pappas" (father)
Originally
This title was applied to bishops
Later became common to reserve the title
Exclusively to the Bishop of Rome
The Supreme Pontiff
Poetry Written: 1072023
Time Written: 10:30a.m.
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Delightful muse, end for me
your dormancy in twenty-three.
Inside myself the churning gusts
of winter thoughts on paper must
be released, un-bosomed, loosed.
So, wake up beloved muse!
Continued sleeping's pure abuse
upon an old soul shut away
inspired by plenty more to say.
Fill my head with words alive
such that my poet heart derives
the pleasure of a well said thing
as metaphors and verses sing.
Come to me in dead of night
and open up my third eye’s sight.
This world’s in need of better moods
that forms poetic often soothe.
1/5/2023
Under the vast domain and beautiful blue skies,
there lie a million plus causes for much gratitude.
None that I have known have reason to be thankless.
Goodness and mercy, says the Psalmist, shall follow me.
With such following, there is no cause for fear, doom,
and gloom. Reaping and harvesting result from sowing.
God's Goodness derives from His good mercies,
giving no cause for ingratitude.
110122PSCtest, Writing Challenge-Unburden a 'U' Word.
Constance La France
Fermented in farenheit the sizzle is way too hot
Creeping up the backside beading up in that spot
Shallow is the pool of fear where the drips do lie
Bashful red is the color skin appearing shy
Shakes tremble up and down bumping up the skin
The color that's coming around derives from the sin
Shame has come without context or so it seems
Reality you visualize nightmares before the dreams
Innocence mirrors guiltiness so sad but it is true
This in which does reflect the real person that is you...
bmdavey@10//05/2022
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