Let not my heart find fault,
but only truth.
I shall seek love and faithfulness.
I shall find my constant lover.
I shall know her by her genuine eyes,
the windows to her soul.
In me she will have found love and faithfulness.
I shall be her constant lover.
Unchanging, enthusiastic palpitations,
hearts in harmony.
Steadfast, unwavering devotion.
We shall be constant lovers.
Don’t feel like writin’ today
Y’know, kinda like
I could find fault with a sunrise
My head feels like it’s full
Of little dust bunnies
Y’know
Those under the bed
Tumbleweeds
I watched the NFL DRAFT
And got a crick in my neck
Saw two mice stagger into a cat house
To watch a possum pole dance
At my age I get nervous
When I see a
SELF CHECK-OUT LINE
Didn’t feel like writin’
I only did it cuz the cat
Wanted to watch U tube
Stop believing that you may have failed when it was only purposed for a season,
Don't allow the doubts or would of, should of become a reason,
Know you were led, remember your intentions,
And if you find fault in yourself in any way in between ask for God's forgiveness,
Know that the actions of others are not your own,
But take accountability for your own and grow,
Always putting love first even when you don't understand,
Knowing God is leading you and taking you by your hand,
Don't allow fear to steal the voice of His love calling,
Open your heart even when you feel your falling,
Remember that innocent love without worry or fear,
And trust in God to keep you there,
Sometimes you must forget to remember who you are,
So God can bring you back to that beautiful heart.
And who would find fault
with the perfect way
she clearly hid herself
in plain panavision view...
Not a hair out of place.
The small shield held up
at just the right angle,
to give her elbow room-
just enough freedom
in a safe space bubble
of her own making...
Her mental panoply
fine tunes private placement.
Her eyes pan the room...
Peripheral view,
not a rear view mirror,
points to an exit.
Touched, she moves forward,
nudged towards creation.
Art beckons come hither,
immerse your mind in thought...
What will she discover?
Slow, curious search
sees art's pointed viewpoint
all too familiar.
She looks in that mirror,
worried about makeup
on a stoic mask...
She knows art is life's pane.
To live life is an art.
Aqua Marine.
Posted: 02/12/2024.
(Anamorphic Art: a distorted view of an image.)
Hidden track.
Long legged visitor
Surveys the scene upsidedown
Disappears at dawn.
Aqua Marine:Haiku. 02/12/2024.
(Rain spiders are shy, harmless creatures.)
.
You say I should/
Pay for my crimes/
But, I'm innocent/
You won't be satisfied/
Till you put/
A bullet in my head/
You call me *****/
Because of my conviction/
But, I don't stoop/
To that level/
I never done that/
But, you won't stop/
Even after my body/
Lays in the ground/
You will always/
Have a reason/
To find fault with me/
You call yourself/
A... Christian/
But, your love for Jesus/
I do not see/
All you ever share/
Is your hate towards me/
A day In The life.
Tomorrow, I’ll have the perfect day.
I’ll wake and keep quiet.
I won’t find fault or moan,
as soon as my eyes open.
I’ll make it to lunch,
Thinking before I speak.
Listening before I condemn
And weighing up and
be more controlled,
I’ll not get stressed by an outside
Source, lose my temper and
Have to show my remorse.
By teatime I’ve holes in my tongue
It’s been bitten so often,
It’s like a slug attacked lettuce.
At supper, I’ll watch TV
I’ll pass no comment
When through the plot I see.
At bedtime, I’ll close my eyes
Lay perfectly still
And wait until you utter
Your first snore. I’ll
Then reflect, what a boring day.
David Cox 16/05/24
Sometimes I cringe when feeling the burdened need
to forgive someone who's hurt me with an odious deed.
But I cannot slink away into dark aubergine shadows
when I know it's a necessary step that I must take.
It's a Bible based principle I must never forsake.
I cannot be expected to be forgiven if I don't give pardon.
It's not God's ire that I seek or for His heart to harden
against my mistakes. I'd wish an enemy no ill-will, nor
find fault with his or her flaws, faults or their railing.
If I did, I would be the one whose mercy is failing.
Forgiveness is granted only when the askance is spoken.
It must be conveyed, not kept a thought, a mere token.
For how could anyone know of the leniency of the virtue
if it remains unspoken, hidden in aubergine shadows?
For absolution to be offered, forgiveness we must disclose.
Gun! What an invention you are!
Easily available in every bazaar!
People use you as a toy for the sake of fun!
With your entry entirely a new culture has begun!
In a lunatic’s hand you have become a wild stone!
Whichever the direction you are thrown is not known!
The purpose of your invention is only to defend!
But it has opened the gates for a new trend!
People become very bizarre when possessing you!
They use you indiscriminately not knowing who is who!
Seeing you in someone’s hand, people stand still!
Is it humane, killing the innocent and calling it a thrill?
People kill each other, seeking their needs to fulfill!
For checking this mayhem, who has to invent a pill?
I do not find fault with you, believe what I say is true!
It all depends upon the wisdom of people who use you!
“Those who depend on us, if cast away
Will return to haunt us another day”
~ quote by poet
When the love of our life abandons us,
we feel that the world has come to an end,
as our heart contracts and dark fears nonplus,
spark of joy in soul we fail to defend,
so in dark dungeons of despair we blend.
All seems lost but if we give God a chance,
His grace let’s us see that life’s but a dance,
where all that comes and goes is unreal
so thus accepting our changed circumstance,
innate love and light, we begin to feel.
Roles reversed, if we have the upper hand,
feeling we’re now from our partner estranged,
having gift of flirtation on demand,
would we maintain our loyalty unchanged
or walk away, leaving our love deranged?
It’s so easy to judge and to find fault
but if our soul we’re to truly exalt,
we must work on consciousness correction,
that from call of love we do not default,
beholding in each heart, God’s reflection.
I The spice of life
Lasr twenty years and there’s no halt,
In all my matters you find fault…
One more dear, be quite clear,
Twenty and one more year,
And we are counting still,
You take it when I deal,
Tell me if you have any alt.
II Rebirth
Where in the hell, have you gone dead?
Here, dear, the husband showed his head.
If there be a rebirth,
This was fastest on Earth,
And made quicker thanks to wife’s dread!
III Let sleeping dogs lie
A portrait painter to a man:
Your wife so alive paint I can,
You’ll feel, she just would walk
To you and start to talk….
Let sleeping dogs lie now and then.
_______________________________
Limericks |01.08.2023|marriage, humour
Poet’s note: These limericks give the taste of a peculiar salt called Indian marriage. It often rubs in the wounds, but still the spice of life all the same. Yea, the ‘life’ of married life without which marriage would look pale. It is this salt that marriages last here. As to the third limerick, here is an apology to my female poet friends. As you know well, poetry is not something to be taken literally. A metaphor’s tone and tenor is not for literal transfer.
The road is muddy, full of holes
a challenge when, a child, one strolls,
it would appear.
But set the toddler on that road;
might precious peace still more erode?
It could, I fear.
For like a magnet, they are drawn,
far faster than a fired neuron,
to an assault
on filthy water, rocks and dirt:
the piper calling for dessert.
Who can find fault?
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The Diabolo has two stanzas, 8a:8a:4b:8c:8c:4b 8d:8d:4e:8f:8f:4e.
In addition, the 4-syllable lines rhyme at syllables 2 and 4.
Innocent caring is taken for collusion.
Through silence, there is guilt.
Through guilt, there is a sense of powerlessness.
But in this room, we can stop the misremembering.
We can find fault in those old feelings.
There is something solid about the truth.
Unlike the wispy memories that are ruthless.
We resist keeping secrets in the place.
As I am forced to step out at the end of the hour…
I find that the protection from this room-
Follows me like the guilt.
The guilt I never intended to leave in that room.
Want all others to be true,
Forgetting its applicability to us too.
Always find fault with others,
Leaving not even our blood brothers.
When do we learn the value of civility
And stop practising meaningless hostility?
Bite Size Poem no.44 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Date: 15-05-2022
Place: Honorable Mention
Religion
The cause of people’s anger
The cause of people’s hate
The cause of wars and misery
That never seem to abate
The cause of people’s comfort
The cause of people’s joy
The places where we gather
To celebrate,or say good bye
Religions there are many
But mirrors they have few
Because they find fault
In their congregations but!
None in the special crew
he's color blind
does not find fault
or mind her picks
—————
see you in court!
she retorted
the short of it
—————
star trek parsec
wait a sec, what?
non sequitur
—————
low libido
sees her, "whoa, son!"
also rises
—————
singular pun
everyone missed
save one, of course
—————
Some first attempts at some Than-Bauk, will try again
3 lines, 4 syllables each: xxxa, xxax, xaxx
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