I lift up my eyes to the mountains
seeking inspiration
Lift your eyes up higher, my son
to the Creator of mountains, the Holy One
She's beautiful in so many ways, i hear my heart subconsciouly saying " i do", a glimpse down the isle, to my conscious i node, wonders like first waves of the dawn sea, warms my soul, i feel melting elevations choking my desires. are goddes captured in men frame? my mind asks...
lend my hand, but this is far of a reality to touch, i mean even my eyes shivers, i dont know whether to bow nor salute, so much controversies my body cant contain. Gaze the north and swerve to the south, still i'm hypnotized in the centre of her seduction...
poets and poetess spoken of roses and violets, my tongue now recites of pertuniah and lavenders, floral blender of artistic reactions, i wonder what strings in her make she pulls, were i devulge so much of my wholesome, i fail to my mind my flow, i think her beauty tempere's with my composure
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Lucid Explanations For Living
Luminous virtuosity that lies dormant all your life
Numerous animosities that combine to form violence and strife
Curious curiosities for the emperors fifth wife
Numerous generosities that involve the back stabbing of a knife
Automatically mistaken for another person by someone you love
Biographically misshapen by the author as the truth is left out to the shove
Colour-graphically laden by the images of heaven from above
Instamatically forsaken by the grapevine from a dove
Elevations of inspiration cascading from the moonlit horizon
Revelations of observation parading bright without the lights on
Celebrations of invocations that serve only to enliven
Collaborations of confirmation that momentum forms only to syphon
Elucidate the concept as you illustrate the notion
Repudiate the precept while you hover above the ocean
Rejuvenate the incept as you maintain the sincerity of your devotion
Recuperate the sunset while you transpire without commotion
By Elizabeth Moroz Copyrifht 2025
I Surrender to The Desires of Primal Fire
Penning Words That Have not Yet Been Created
Shuddered By Mocked Phantom Elevations
Rendered Unsated!
Deepened Sense of Tangled Feelings
The Weight of My Dignity
Naked Vulnerabilities Inked
Beyond Intoxicating.
Unyielding Control Demolished by a Dreamy Kiss
Promised Passion Blooms and Ignites
Radiating Fantasized Hope
Breaking Barriers of Destined Bliss!
The mule in Gaza
Slowly, on delicate legs, the last mule
in Gaza, pulling a cart carrying old
mattresses, broken chairs, and small
shrouds of children to a resting place
Pulling a kart is as easy as there is no
elevations in Gaza, nor is there
a succulent green field where to feed
Who feeds the mule? It can't live on
spent shells alone, who gives it water
to drink, can it be Hamas, who see in
the mule: the long dream of freedom
We all have dreams, the mule's easy
a green field of luscious green grass.
Expressions
of spirit
the music
plays on
Beyond any
verbiage
or words
come and gone
At high
elevations
each note
takes you up
To reach
into heaven
where feelings
conduct
As harp
strumming Angels
with harmony
strong
Play chords
of acceptance
to guide
— you along
(1st Book Of Prayers: June, 2025)
Where I was born and raised, the elevation was only 164 Feet
above sea level. When I was 32, upon first ascending an elevation
of 6200 feet, I had an excruciating headache.
The eagle thrives and survives with elevation.
The eagle cannot soar on winds of low elevation.
From the high mountain tops, he waits for the wind
that suits him and allows the wind to serve his purpose.
Our lives may begin at very low elevations or even sea level.
But sea level starts is not a reason to be stuck in the sand.
As we ascend the higher elevations, the air becomes thinner.
However, we must not decline to climb because of the pain.
We learn to make adjustments as we would for the cold of winter.
The higher elevations are where there is much to be gained.
010125PS
Gold per ounce the weight of
the trophy
Sake denounced the intent of
The Songbird
Might love pronounce me in
announcement
Closer than my goals
to achievement
Inspiration inspire
to such elevations
To make envy those
who opposed me
Inspiration quiet my foes
Into shame
Might they stand in such
Awe of me
Inspiration make my way
Clear, unopposed I might
Sooth my way clear
Might I stand to thank
thee
Inspiration make me
Worship thee
The story
He seemed to gain, that he would spend in such for quality
Paired, both with the same purpose. Such inclusion to create
the greatest entity. The sounds of harmonic voices. Soothing
Melonic tones. Orchestrated perfections. Lyrics of collaborated tones!
Temperer de Adagio
Sweet bassy Grooves.
Platinum Panties
On the right song
Like a good woman
Something Really Special!
Toasting perfection a smooth
Coupled togetherness
Horns and strings and all sorts
Of Polite and Courteous thangs!
When the wood wins!
Got stuck in a celestial trap,
Found myself nowhere within the gap.
Fell only for the crap,
Driving me insane with this verbose map!
Poke my nose, pinch my ear,
Don't want to reach near those lusty deer.
Pierced by your Cupid's arrow,
Never learned before how to kowtow.
Fun is never produced without wit,
A circle is never formed without subtle habit.
Satire is never programmed in my head,
With the perfect being, it overflows without any deadly break!
Madness sounds so typical,
In these verses, I want to make us immortal.
I am always afraid of time's transient nature,
Except for this dreadful joy, I want to be versed in your memoir.
Elevations do not make this bond great,
You and I are the prerequisites for this buttery bread.
Four in the morning, I am still thinking on my own,
Till another four, I hear the silence of sound sleep beneath my mind's gown.
Male and Female Poets
Love in one word at a time
Sentences build romance
This is where kisses advance
Each thinking moment asking for the chance
Attraction rise
Poet Couples
Heart to heart
Embracing making its mark
Temperatures elevations
Poet’s love of surprise
Entering Enchanted
True Poet’s fairy tale’s
Without fail, but with a smooth sail
Writing with Poet’s love always on the mind
Knowing a Poet can commit
Making love stick
Poets who know
Love presentation in show
Each letter standing where love inspiration needs to be
Together as a team to see
A could and should be
Love heart pounds
Feel the Poets love coming through
Poet fulfillment and making it everlasting.
This day
in the deep country, the sky it is high, blue, and vertical,
with no hand holds, nor anything for the eye to cling to.
In the city we don't get 'big sky, we get pencil thin rays
to sweep our dusty ledges, we have elevations
where the sky fades to gray on viewless windows.
Far below, down on the hemmed-in streets
a few trees, stretch, reach like mountain climbers,
In the ghetto, doors clutch at pidgin cluttered roofs.
Mostly
we give no thought to the sheer narrowness of it all;
how the city closes in on itself.
it's no wonder some choose to leap,
rather than foot-slog up an ever-descending
staircase.
Grandeur gloriousness reveal Renaissance God glory
Laurels tributes elevations treasured honored glory Always
Omni acclaimed exhortations based hommage ovations
Renowned p l a n d i t repute raves glory God Always
Yahweh confident placed in almighty God glory always
12/13/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023©
The sky has climbed over
its usual low cloud cover,
today it is high, blue and vertical
with no hand holds,
those places for the eye to cling to.
In the city we don't get 'big sky'
we get pencil thin shafts
that sweep the dust off ledges,
we have foot-slogging
staircases and elevations.
where the sky cannot rise beyond
one last viewless window.
Far below
upon those hemmed-in streets
some seem forced to grow
into hybrid creatures
that must suck upon
each other's fears.
There are trees, a few stretch and reach
like mountain climbers,
yet all that high air above us is not reassuring,
it creates a feeling of smallness,
our arms too paltry to grasp the infinite.
Mostly we give no thought
to the sheer narrowness of it all,
and so with only these
manmade clifftops to jump from
it's no wonder some choose to leap.
How bird-like a new fetus is,
like a chick in an egg,
the delicate spine curved,
all the fine bones promissory wish-bones
tucked into s floating nest.
Unseen embryonic pathways
are not yet cleared, diverse divisions
are still dividing. Genetics uncertain
for an interval, a pause.
In the blood bound sac
a reptilian blastula
breaks through to be human,
a primordial development
reenacted as a timeless secret.
As a young child
I really thought I was Superman.
I would jump off ever higher elevations
arms outstretched
until at last I broke my legs.
Reality was my kryptonite.
Yet like a fledgling
I was just readying myself for flight.
My mothers womb was closed tight
within it still the residue of broken wings;
they would have to be expelled
before I could be forever grounded.
Songbirds now come to my bird table.
I listen to their chipping beaks as they
crack seeds.
None stay long for fear of the circling hawks,
yet they sing on the wing,
to me, they seem to warble triumphantly
of eggs hatched and eggs
unhatched.
Telling Time at Midnight
David J Walker
reclaiming night bright elevations
rearranging parked stars
in distant constellations
i am dumbstruck
gazing up
at the answers to questions
we have yet to ask
the clock tower pinnacle
points to the heavens
Striking each chime
on time
and lingers at midnight
hidden from
the morning sun
calling
revolving
dissolving
before the dawn
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