The snow softly falling, oh what a sight,
A warming special Christmas Eve night.
A welcoming season finally here.
A time to give, to love, to cheer.
The world is wrapped in silver and white,
Hearts aglow in the soft starlight.
Voices rise with songs so clear,
Jingle bells ring, joy drifts near.
It’s that magic time of year
That lifts our faith and calms our fear.
I’m counting stars, I’m holding tight,
Can’t wait to make it home tonight.
I’m filled with warmth, I’m full of light,
To hold you close—my Christmas Delight.
A miracle born of peace and love,
An anointed gift that fits like a glove.
I feel so drawn into your spirit thru your eyes.
I feel I finally belong, without any surprise.
I feel our fates were blessings in disguise.
I feel it is soon a divine love we shall realise.
I feel drawn deeper into your body like light
Seeping through the shadows, stars alight.
I feel your astral body within mine, so tight.
I feel your Kundalini rise into helix, so bright.
I feel the tender holiness of your gentle love.
I feel holiness in poetic words from above.
I feel your immense love fits like a glove.
I feel urge to send you poems with a dove.
I feel the shared sentimental longing
For a place in which we find our belonging.
I feel a new magnitude of wistfully loving,
As my heart continues onward with climbing.
RESONANCE
Small words can always mean a lot
Whether they’re well chosen or not
Like items on a market stall
Believe me, resonance is all
Inspiration fits like a glove
When verses are expressing love
But sometimes it’s like bitter gall
Believe me, resonance is all
A word may just cause a schism
All beats have a certain rhythm
Like echoes in an empty hall
Believe me, resonance is all
When awareness has arisen
All that matters is to listen
Get the message and heed the call
Believe me, resonance is all
If a mirror could talk the stories it would tell,
The lingering images that tend to dwell.
If a mirror could see the horrors in mind,
The longing eyes since resigned.
If a mirror could feel be it hate or love,
the feeling of disgust that fits like a glove.
If a mirror could tell the stories it hides,
in everyone's mirror a secret subsides.
Violence deceives
in the absence of love
masking a template
that fits like a glove
Destruction and madness
call from within
where lies have embedded
in footnotes to sin
Violence festers
in spirit deformed
to strike ever constant
those feelings unborn
Its petroglyph’s holler
from caves deep inside
marking the secrets
—we most try to hide
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
Speak, write and pray
I simply could not write,
I knew how to set it right.
My writing is a gift from above,
With prayer, my pen fits like a glove.
For it go my way,
I must stop and pray.
I simply could not write, I knew how to set it right.
My writing is a gift from above, With prayer, my pen fits like a glove.
For it go my way, I must stop and pray.
And what do you know, It started to flow.
Follow the words of that song that you love,
That song you play often, that lulls like a dove.
Sing me that tune that fits like a glove,
Keep playing it loud, yes that one you think of.
Colour your mind with light that you choose,
Then bring it forward and listen for cues,
Let all that surrounds you bring love that spells clues,
Hold on to it tightly, you've nothing to lose.
Touch lightly the surface, find nowhere a crack,
Feel it smooth as a petal, then bring you hand back.
Bring soft and warm breezes, no cold to attack,
And balance it gently, collect a whole pack.
Listen closely for whispers, the pitch low and then high,
That ask all the questions, who, where, what, when, why.
Sublime with intention, they laugh and then cry,
With loves happy tears, you sing then you sigh.
Grow gently forever, where there's a way there is will,
For you to climb mountains, breathe air that will fill
Your heart beats so strongly, and just rarely you chill,
While cool breezes roam, upon your window sill.
CNK
A passion for life,
Or passion for love.
A fashion for both,
Fits like a glove.
A passion for truth,
Or passion for dare.
A fashion for none,
Is cloaked in despair.
A passion for duty,
Or passion for honor.
A fashion for Liberty,
Worn bravely upon her.
A passion for right,
Or passion for wrong.
The fashion for choice,
Will suit your own song.
An emotional melding of hearts and souls
sharing experiences and goals.
This blessing from up above,
is at the core of
what we call
love;
sought by all,
it fits like a glove.
Nothing compares to Truelove;
fueling dreams, destiny controls,
an emotional melding of hearts and souls.
A replacement for physical love
Is a more emotional love that rises above
Lasts a lifetime
World's in rhyme
A love that fits like a perverbial glove
Being your daughter has been an incredible gift.
You and Dad have given me such a wonderful life.
I know that, before me, your lives seemed to be adrift,
But, because of you, I am a mother and a wife.
You both raised me with nothing but happiness and love
And now I get to pass on that warmth to my child.
She’s a part of this family that fits like a glove.
That was obvious from the first time that she smiled.
You get to watch your grandchild live a life of fun.
She will follow in your footsteps and learn from the best.
With role models like you two, she has already won.
She’ll be a champion in life, above all the rest.
It’s time to wake up from the dream of what could have been.
The reality is that you were just selfish and scared.
I guess life doesn’t go on… as you proved way back when
Aborting me for no reason showed how much you cared.
i must hide it) lost in it(s mind..
and try not to offend those..
whom are so much... more smarter..
and so very deep..as I sleep...
and running..off.. forever lost....
back into the deepest part of the woods..
and this her forest..she shows me..
and she is pleased...that I trust her..
and I am only happy that she is happy....
and walking around her forest...I find her..
home where she lives...and knocking....
she opens her door too him....and she..
recognizing his genius....
and being now his woods.....then..
looks down at his mismatched socks...
and knowing thus as she does..
she slips him in to hers...
and it fits like a glove the
universe...spiraling out word....
becomes a little bit milky.. because of it..
I thank you....whom ever you are.
It's impossible to know your future
for no amount of knowledge to know
what tomorrow will bring forth
moving on for your future fast or slow
No matter that there's no certainty
one can fall asleep to dream
just wishing for something special
making it the one sure theme
Having been diagnosed 6 years ago
with PC* which is now under control
just trust for God's loving goodness
to keep me healthy in His chosen role
I have such a love of good books
wishing never to lose this desire
to always learn more of God's ways
growing deeper in scripture never to tire
Also to be a truly faithful husband
with care, compassion, and biblical love
shown to my lovely wife Christine
our love for one another fits like a glove
* PC: Prostate Cancer
(Just some thoughts regarding my future no matter how long or short that may be.)
To love
To be loved
To know and see love
From within and from above
From the grass below and the skies above
From the winds, the rains and the clouds above
Honesty fits like a glove
Honesty is our inner wisdom of a glove
Honesty is the Earth's protection like a glove
To love, from above, like a glove
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