499.
Prayer For King Gaspar's Incense
Oh Father God, fumigate us with incense
Like that from a man with faith intense
Oh Lord Jesus, beloved by King Gaspar
Who came to Thee from a land afar
Oh Holy Spirit, cover us with the riches of Asia
Like the incense of Gaspar, King of India
This we beg to our Merciful God. Amen.
-12/30/2105
(Dumarao)
*Prayer Poems to the 3 Kings' Gifts
Knowledge is to hold burdens -
messages no medicine can cure.
Pains no pills can palliate.
Fears no fumes could fumigate.
It's no wonder the older I grow, the more I know,
the harder it is to endure
Something went wrong,
the world turned against us.
Some said it was we that did it,
some thought it was God
or a Global entropy,
however it was all theory.
People died or went quietly mad
while watching TV
or shopping at the Piggly Wiggly.
Eventually it came to pass
that we began to understand
that the planet itself was a living being
and we were the actual virus.
The world was experimenting
with ways to fumigate itself.
We fought to kill it before it killed us.
We won.
Fumigate the neglected rooms of Caleb,
Backing this up with prayers at Mount Horeb
And tomorrow, another ever wavy web
From an irksome zeal that wouldn’t ebb!
Guess: from the Eight – Legged Catcher of Insect
Which dares to its lodge near and inspect.
The Arachnid with a True Architect’s mind
Never by civil engineers judged behind;
Often swiftly replacing their cherished structures
Immodestly pulled down by no-nonsense cleaner:
A painless recreation of the thread-like mixtures,
At long last emerging their destroyer’s winner.
The spider’s masterful labyrinth – a dazzle
The all-time brain-teasing cobweb and puzzle
Its rating on scale, second to The Ant
When it gets busy, still would not pant…
But watch it: A Harbinger of Vexations Nightmare
For the weary one now running the sleeps-race
A sound slumber by ninety percent rare,
If the spider should decide to face a glazed face:
Satan’s snake I saw lose its life to Tarantula
The kingly Spider with a hairiness that is titular.
Evil is a stubborn weed
People always plant its seed
Viscous are its deeds
On the innocent it feeds
A harmless germ in our mind
A thoughtless thought we can unwind
It can be a temptation to fault find
But once it clasps it is hard to unbind
Find your herbicide
Fumigate your inside
Where evil always resides
Before it spreads wide
Unthink the thoughts it breeds
Starve the seed with good deeds
Allow your harvest to succeed
And love will be your meed
Please let my essence fumigate
And may my passion fascinate
Under this stone I liberate
Of hopes and dreams to integrate.
My song, my tears, they consecrate
A curse to all that denigrate
My oath tells truth to explicate
For unknown evils procreate.
To God, myself, I immolate
As there’s no ways to mitigate
This hole, I lie, you decorate
My spirit hopes to incarnate.
Out of their hotels like gypsies they roam,
so we fumigate our infested home.
Foglike drugs they inhale —
roach smoke under the veil.
Dear Mary Jane makes herself right at home.
2/20/2018
Your words like Poison
Toxic In the air
This wasn't for you
You spread like a virus
Funny how this year
I stopped being immune
It keeps growing
Faster than I can fumigate
You say you want to help
"Help for my own good"
While you continue to spread
Your negativity
I just need to breathe
I forgot the sweet aroma
I forgot the sugar scent
That comes with
the great outdoors
The beauty that lies ahead
The laughter
That comes with friendship
Everything I am is
rhythm/
You see it in my
hips cause I shift
em/
Out my mouth I’m
vibin, fantasizin/
Every blink with a
beat blinded by
horizon/
No thought of
despisin /
I’m just a chillin
already a villain/
A peace and love
spillin, free spirit
thrillin,/
An artistic
academically
ballistic classy
woman/.
An optimistic,
witty, complex lady.
/
My mind rhymes and
mind state are
tight/
They may be altered
but it fits me just
right/
I feel like a star
but illuminated high
up far/
Cause down on the
ground it's so
fumigate/
And not at same time
because my sense is
nonsense/
To the presence of
profound people in
this time/
My revelations
resolve in my
imagination/
Mixed with logic and
frustration it's
toxic/
But could be a
rejuvenation I’ll
let my philosophy/
Do the penetration
no censor or
filtration. /
And in your head I
hit sensors setting
off /
Silent sincere
sensations.
Your idea of perfection is only reflection of your own spirit,
hear it now if they've chosen not to clear it,
up for you and whoever else is lost,
and while your create your world think of what it costs, to be free.
People die, lie and survive all for the sake of thee.
And understand that I am aware of what I speak of,
I'll be the first to admit what my etheric energy reeks of :P
I'm not afraid because I'm not a liar, it's that simple to fumigate the fire,
that you have let grow out of controlling,
never tapping into your subconscious without a good night of rolling.. or getting "trippy" , See I'll die one day but I be closer to people with me,
and until that day I'M ALIVE and certainly fits me :)
But, .. people say I'm crazy when I say I love you all,
and I pray that you stand up every time you fall.
I have respect and don't expect any praise at all,
my telephones my heart... I wonder when the world will call.
As if living with cockroaches wasn't bad enough,
now my home has been infested with bed bugs.
I guess it's time once again to fumigate my home
or these uninvited guests won't leave me alone.
I do so hate killing even the lowest forms of life.
Why can't they just leave on their own
and relieve me from this strife?
Similar sounds and letter alliteration are literally leaping and precipitously punctuating the
perforated pages of my mired, muddled mind..
Making mental maps for future fun in meditation mired muse, meticulously masks the
real reasons I rise from my favorite fluffy floral flecked futon.
It seems somehow strange but my favorite finely fitted floral flecked futon is infested full
of flippin’ fleas. I feel flabbergasted!
It could be the culprits causing this consternation are cats coming into the corridor
constantly carrying the creepy critters in. Crap!
We’ll have to hurriedly heave the whole heaping kit and caboodle of carnivorous cats into
a crate and fumigate the frolicking fun loving finicky felines. Fine!
Fortunately, I’m finished..…….finally.
I challenged you, and you finally took the bait.
This was a battle that I had to instigate.
But, you only came when I gave you a mandate,
So now I will be happy to accommodate.
Now Burger King Mandelay is on my hotplate!
"YOUR" SELF-MADE throne...I will proceed to desecrate.
But, I would love to know what made your head inflate,
Because each one of your slams sounded so innate;
Not worth the effort that it takes to conjugate.
You would be better off trying to slam KUWAIT!
I am a master poet. You can not relate.
When I started this race, I left you at the gate.
The second best slam is what we must nominate,
And the other spots are what we must allocate.
I apologize for writing rhymes that frustrate.
Stop whining! Step up! And try to eliminate!
SHUT UP! So that you do not self-incriminate.
Males should not be JEALOUS; That is a FEMALE trait!
Baby boy...You need to go back and incubate.
Climb into the ground, so that you can germinate.
Then, much later, I will come back and cultivate.
When pest step to the best, I have to fumigate!
The day you beat me is the day hell frigerates!
Just give the jury a chance to deliberate!
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.