Remind me, Lord – that You have heard, whatever comes, whatever this life brings, I know the King who writes His light over the spirit… gently revealing, a love that never leaves, a hope that always brings assurance of the King of Kings.
Let His blessings flow,
A river to sooth my soul
Lifting my heart, ‘tis all aglow
A spirit who’ll surely console
Let His blessings enthuse,
A joy who sparks the moon
Painting hearts in a gentle muse
Love that sing’s the sweetest tune
Let His blessings hush fears,
Writing the heart in affection
A life lived for Him, through the years
Remembering His love is perfection
Let His blessing still the shadows,
Caressing the spirit in a song
Revealing the One who once arose
To silence each tear, right all wrong
Let His blessings exalt
A kindness that comes from the heart
Writing the world without fault
His blessings of love will never depart
Let His blessings restore,
Every heart, every soul, everything
So that, this Jesus I adore
Is glorified – He’s my soul’s KING!
When good fortune rains down
On some family or friend,
We can share in their joy
And best wishes extend.
It’s a wonderful thing
To be in on the news
And be able to smile
And to proudly enthuse.
For we know they would be
In a similar vein
If good fortune on us would,
Instead of them, rain.
Ardor feels are divine
Bodies erotically entwine
Caresses eagerly connect
Desires meet to intersect
Emotions feed passion
Fondlings sassy fashion
Gasps praise movement
Hearts pump excitement
Intimate whispers tingle
Joining lips mingle
Kisses feed desire
Loins share ardor’s fire
Moving hips enthuse
Needy bodies fuse
Outcries express zeal
Pleasure pulses appeal
Quenched libidos slake
Ravenous wants take
Silk sensuality grooves
Tantalize rhythm moves
Unleashed hunger plunders
Velvet kisses thunder
Waves ebb and flow pleasure
Xanadu houses flesh treasure
Yearnings flame with lust
Zing intensifies thrust
September crashes through the seas,
Summer’s depths, carrying my dreams
Taking my regrets, with the breeze,
Breathing light across the tide’s streams.
October paints it’s fierce display,
Rusty leaves in stunning outbursts,
Trembling hues seem to gently pray.
Dancing with autumn’s tranquil firsts.
November calms with its grey brush,
Washing dawn with overcast blues,
Tempting us to see autumn’s flush,
Caressing the waves who enthuse.
This is the struggle with autumn,
Where souls sometimes hit rock bottom.
brimstones in the moring light
yellow tissues in jagged flight
buttercup,yellow cowslip
together mixed in fellowship
all
creative yellow to enthuse
one hue we artists* always elect to choose
Stir in me, the beautiful, the peace, the grace,
Silence fears and replace the shadows with faith,
Whisper music through me, songs I can embrace.
Rouse in me, the tender, the gentle God saith,
Gives cause to believe in His beloved Son,
Surreal, haunting love, feeling near a wraith.
Enthuse in me, wonder, oh, what He has done.
Love that lives forever destroyed darkness’ dread.
Once in heaven, I’ll know life has just begun.
Move me to believe that love for which He bled,
Silence every doubt and destroy all my fears,
Promise me truth from the bible that I’ve read.
Maestro, God with us, wipe away all my tears,
Create in me, love… that never disappears!
The waiting room is quiet;
The wall TV is off,
The only noise a conversation
Or a random cough.
Oh yes, the elevator beeps
When opening its door,
But otherwise, it’s peaceful,
Rarely noticed anymore.
I’m used to TV’s blaring
With a talk show or the news,
Which no one ever watches
As celebrities enthuse.
Yet today, I’m being treated
To civility and calm
Which, when visiting a doctor,
Is a lovely, welcome balm.
Moose Uber was the one we all waited to use.
Usually enthusiastic, he also could enthuse.
Chipmunk and skunk would jump on after infusing booze.
For, bear and weasel stared at bunny, salivating with ooze.
Moose Uber had one big rule. On his watch, no fights.
No bites out of little guys, he meant to wrong all the rights.
Can we just sniff the rabbit’s neck? The bear asked one time.
That was the end of his Moose Uber rides down hollow sublime.
The bunny had heard, and felt a bit threatened though.
So, he contracted with a new Uber in the hollow below.
Chipmunk and skunk asked him for that Uber guy’s name.
Bear had been sniffing their necks, so they did the same.
She walks through the dark damp humid tunnels. She stops as the stripped frayed clothes leave her almost naked. Her palms shoving against the rampart in the voids tunnels and shouting with enthuse let there be light. Like a flaring torch her eyes burn. Water rises through the tunnels rising with water to the outershell of the open garden. Blooming age of a new home of Madra where the pigeons fly and the elk headed apes whom robust claws cling. Can you hear your mother surrounded by her eggs for she declare us free.
Bulky ute voyeur selects sleek sporty stalion
Driving by, supersedes her oversized sedan
Wide wheel arches have Porche comparison
Voracious engine's enthuse easily enchants
Large car cast dispelled by lacklustre Calais
Original conjur 370Z parked beside boring
Low leg swing exclusive slide in, magic valet
Over revved start stabs adrenalin assuring
Our dear Dara, choice contacted in December
Available last minute to test drive his beast
Black gloss road boss, enlarged 'lungs' terror
Capable crazy bitumen baby, tester pleased
Ultimate Man concurs, the amenable outcome
Keys in her hand a few days after, aura froze
Couldn't imagine huge generosity from anyone
Racing car reap, increase on what she sows
Merry go round roads, another showoff slotted
Silver pole stabilised glides in Surfers cycle
Crosslane carousel onlookers, briefly besotted
By hot hoof nimble Nissan race horse style
28th March
Too Great of a Man
flights of fancy
enthuse,spawn
then trespass within
They were dream sirens who fit into everybody’s wheelhouse
Four dream quintessentials named for their special talents.
Are they faeries, goddesses or pixies? People asked sandman.
It did not matter; they were faith, love, hope and joy.
Faith gave dreams that helped people believe in the unseen.
Her special talent was to uplift, enthuse, and enlighten.
Spirituality was her base, she did not push personal doctrines.
Her sisters were amazed at her talents, they were magnificent.
Love gave husbands and wife mutual dreams.
Dreams that inspired words like dearest, beloved and honey.
Hope uplifted people’s expectations, inspiring dreams and wishes.
Joy added to their dreams with passion, enthusiasm and joy.
It is a short work week.
Yet I have taken the day off.
Feeling guilty?
No.
Driving my first and last husband to the doctor.
He is having trouble seeing.
I cannot fathom anything worse.
Being an artist.
If I lost my sight….
I do not want to think about it.
All of my hobbies involve sight.
I enlist it, enable it, enthuse it.
Count on it
Depend on it.
Driving him to the doctor is the least I can do.
In case you use not your skill
One day you may even lose it
Constant practice is a must
As it will polish our skill finely
Whatever may be your power
By not repeating a talent
You make yourself very weak
And cancel your expertise
Repetition is the best method
To preserve our dexterity wisely
Never stop due to sheer boredom
Practice makes one truly perfect
Let anything be the chosen field
Hard-work alone will perform magic
It will render miracles very easily
Hard-work has so far never failed
In case you now have failed badly
Forget the past and start with hope
Chances are bright to get victory
Successful people feel never tired
Enthuse your mind with optimism
Fill your heart with maximum joy
Let faith and trust give you scope
Adamantly believe that you can
Due to persistence and perseverance
Enormous energy is had by the mind
Positive approach becomes a habit
Goals are achieved, fame is reached.
Reflecting on the heart and soul, the mind
Whispering breathes of laughter, so alive
Radiating grace, joy – always kind
Blessing my soul, impressions who do thrive
Sighing hope that lingers inside each kiss
Beautiful musings rising with exclaims
Wherever she shines there is so much bliss
Glory divine, striking sparks, ghostly flames
Silence shouting with a weighty fervor
Lifting mists who cling to the morning hues
Crying tears - wet thoughts in each observer
Revealing dark with wonders to enthuse
Shining down into the glimmer of truth
Subtle glow abides, timelessness to sooth
Related Poems