a heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I Am that dwelling in unbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation
I was the silence before the first breath,
the nameless spark when the waters were deep,
older than memory, untamed by death,
waking the quiet where centuries sleep.
No cage of bronze can encompass my reach,
no boundary bends the scope of my sight,
I am the ocean, the wave, and the beach,
the shadow that bends to give birth to the light.
I walk through the world, yet I am not the clay,
I am the fire that burns in the marrow,
the endless horizon breaking the day,
the flight of the bow, the space in the arrow.
Unbound and unformed, yet forever complete,
I step from the silence and step into song,
the void and the fullness where all rivers meet,
the place where the stars and the echoes belong.
“I hold a delightful being and an undesirable being inside of me.
It’s up to you which one you meet”
~~The Poet~~
dismally destructive
yet charmingly creative
unabatedly chaotic
obligatorily perfection
unsophisticatedly naïve
graciously worldly wise
uncouth and ill-mannered
poised etiquette
audaciously rude
enticingly eloquent
unsuitably slovenly
exactingly efficient
decked in Shabby attire
styled with cultured couture
disheveled, dingy
polished, well-groomed
in company of many in ill-repute
thoroughbred acquaintances
robotically draconian
artistically graceful
They pass you by
Like ghosts not there
You close your eyes
They disappear
They're deviants
They steal and run
You never saw
Their lives undone
You never read
Their stories sad
You'll never live the life
They've had
In their way
They are divine
The real souls
Worn but shine
Lost but lucid
They twist and turn
Innocence
Watch it burn
You'll always see them
Ignore their pain
Purest souls
Drowned in rain
They are divine
And you are so
Recognise
Them as they go
It was likely lichen's provided the fuel
Evolutionarily leading to mortal and mule
They worked with the fungus that brung us to fore
Elevating our thought to what we thought was more
Than what had preceded, receded and left
We then reseeding, believing the best
It was what our creation and station now made
Us to invent cultivation and blade
Use in one allows us to grow strong and tall
The other decides what will stand, or will fall
It's best in the harvest when feeding us all
The test is the anger that comes with the Fall
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden sits, in white array,
Upon the steps of ancient stone,
A temple's grandeur, all her own.
Her dark tresses cascade, like night,
Down her back, a gentle, flowing light,
Adorned with jewels, shining bright,
A headband, earrings, and a necklace's delight.
Her arms, crossed over knees so fine,
A pose of contemplation, divine,
As if lost in thought, she sits and stays,
Amidst the spires, that touch the cloudy rays.
The temple's carvings, intricate and old,
Tell tales of myths, and stories untold,
The sky above, a cloudy sea,
Adds to the serenity, of this scene, so free.
In this serene and peaceful place,
The maiden's beauty, is a work of art, a flame,
That burns, a gentle, peaceful light,
A moment captured, in the still of night.
Forgiveness is devine offerings
The most humblest best of one’s heart strings
I know because I have plucked that one
And healing of my soul has begun.
When you let the light of life shine through
It’s amazing what our Lord can do
He knows what’s right and He sees wrong
In his arms is where the good belong.
You are safe as can be, He said to me
I am the shepherd of earthly fleece
I grant the peace that you are looking for
Light still shines through your windows and door.
When weathering the storms passing through
The sun will shine again, down on you
Peace is the balm that lessens one’s pain
Helps broken hearts become whole again.
We’re moving onward,
Me 83; She 80;
Seeking year 40:-
Praise God for time together;
Nourishing one another:-
In our love’s oneness,
We have lived in its onement;
Bound wonderfully:-
Glory for togetherness,
Living our God’s unity:-
Though life is waning,
To God, we’re not complaining;
Our love still waxing:-
Ready for who may go first,
Going together, we thirst:-
Happy as can be,
My beautiful Queen and me;
Living supremely:-
Praise God for deliverance,
Divine wisdom, and guidance:-
I’m a doggie full of love divine
Searching for a darling Valentine
I’d be yours truly
If you would love me
And accept this canine heart of mine.
To Divine Wisdom And Guidance In Poetic Rendering
Despite today’s debilitating oppressive flows,
We must continue to pen the loving way to go:-
We must continue to uplift and stream inspirations;
Guiding us all towards the destiny of His will’s desire:-
We must indeed, continue to scripture along with our
Good Books;
Not replacing them—but with them—putting our world
Into perspective:-
Let us ever endeavor to ensure that our gifted cisterns
Will forever flow
With given divine wisdom and guidance—peacefully
flowing—
With healing inspiration and awareness—overflowing into
Waiting cups & saucers—
For all to drink and sip words of peace and love in the onederful
Oneness of our onement:-
Thus, this be where I am, my dear beloved beautiful poetry
Extended family,
As you daily overflow my grateful cup and saucer with your healing
Divine wisdom and guidance;
Thanks for the enlightening inspiration that you continue to provide in
Poetic labors of love;
I continue to pray and hope that in some small way, I too, have been as you
Continue to be:-
In the vastness of the ocean's grace,
Where waves embrace in a timeless space,
God whispers softly in the crashing tide,
In every ripple, His presence abides.
The sun dips low, painting skies aglow,
With colors that in His palette flow,
Each wave a prayer, each breeze a song,
In the heart of the sea, we all belong.
From depths unknown, the mysteries rise,
Creatures dance beneath the endless skies,
In coral sanctuaries, life unfolds,
A testament to the love He holds.
The storms may roar, the tempests may rage,
Yet in the calm, He turns the page,
For the ocean, vast and deep,
Is a cradle where faith and wonder sleep.
So let us stand on the shore so wide,
With hearts open wide, let His love guide,
For in the dance of the waves and foam,
We find our spirit, we find our home.
In Gods shadow, Mr. President!
Just lead! No second guessing,
follow the Nation heart, it’s We the people!
Stay our course, set our goals and execute.
Endure adversity, it’s our strength,
that sets you apart.
Lead ahead, do not follow.
Stay out in front, out of the shadows,
don’t follow.
Your first steps, you must listen,
always follow what’s right!
Regenerate the Country roots,
grow us individually and equally,
toward a halo light.
May you feel We the people,
in your spirit, always present by divine.
On the Country journey,
toward one direction,
under truth and leadership defines.
Lead from the front, don’t follow.
Keep proving, keep moving and do not stop.
Toward one direction,
on the Country journey to the top.
Keep advancing forward, don’t stop.
May the heart of Nation, We the people,
pump your spirit that's present by divine.
Leads our Country on the journey,
toward one compass, we must climb!
Lead don't follow!
GOD
Guides me
Opening my heart
Driving away fears
Transforms my soul profoundly
Hope renewed, rising each day
Overcoming trials with Your help
Uplifted and strengthened, alive
Giving courage and peace
Holding me close, reborn.
Indigo thought of ancestors
Now with the Heavenly Father
Sometimes I wonder up at sky
Perseverance you did how can I
I am flawed my soul doesn’t shine
Remembering how you struggled times
Every day I’ll find a way to climb
Do as I must for goal Devine
When you cry yourself to sleep, Jesus hears,
Amidst the silence, amidst the tears.
His love surrounds you, a comforting embrace,
In the darkness, He offers solace and grace.
In moments of doubt, when hope seems lost,
Jesus is there, counting every cost.
With gentle hands, He wipes your tears away,
Guiding you through each night and day.
Though trials may come, and storms may rage,
In Jesus, find refuge,
For in your sorrow, He shares your pain,
And in His presence, you'll find peace again.
So when you cry yourself to sleep, remember this:
Jesus is near, in moments of bliss.
He walks beside you, through valleys deep,
Bringing light to the darkness, even in sleep.
By: Innantia Magcanya
I make my case for sainthood knowing all that I've done is no good.
My mortal coil feels it needs
spoiled can we perceive
I believe that it would.
I walked in the Valley of the dying while trying to watch those that fly high and deny that they're buying time
in their life that they deserved all strife
and sell themselves a bunch of discharge truth vile and rotting.
You think the all knowing always knowing always going the extra mile with all styles.
they pile up the acts of deficiency
how vile all the while you comprise the sins of the wise and utilize your human ties
to what truth?
They leave you and perceive you to be that which can never convince through Devine style.
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