In days when storms do seem to overwhelm me,
And nights when darkness feels too heavy;
The moments when day breaks seem too foggy,
And my eyes cannot see the joy said to come in the morning—
Thou art my Comforter.
In phases when the enemies do surround me,
And it seems that their weapons are prospering;
Moments when the enemies' agenda seems to prevail,
And my heart doth lose its hope to hail—
Thou, O Lord, art a Shield for me.
Thou, O Lord, art my Glory;
With Thee in my boat, in a boisterous storm, I have victory.
Thou upholdest me with Thy right hand—like a champion I am;
I have won against the enemy, for he trembleth at the mention of Thy name.
HAIL TO NEEDLES OF PREY
They had
Hand-set
The trap
To lure
And capture
Freed nocturnal
Prey–
A prized
Catch
For the
Oppressive
Stew pot–
However,
In liberating
Darkness,
They blindly
Reached
In
And tightly
Grabed
A porcupine!
Pray-tell,
Our prey
Llives
Will likewise
Become
Sharp,
Liberating
Ones:-
marching to the drummers beat
Your Madame President
All hail the Queen Africa
I apologize
We were at Canandaigua Lake,
but the house was facing the other way
It was you, me, and my sisters
The house was bigger,
but unstable
You wouldn't listen to me
about the roof
When the sky was black,
I brought in beach chairs
and locked all the doors
We jumped under the covers
and tried to feel warm
Then we felt ice on our fingertips
We looked up
Hail was falling from Heaven
188.
Hail Queen of All Media
Hail Queen of All Media
Fit for horror, comedy & drama
Thou hold the scepter of soap opera
Thou alone our prime idol
Of rich & poor, masses & all
Cape of charisma to you install
Delight of song & dance
Brilliant of head & appearance
Thou don the train of elegance
Thy awesome aura to public a jewelry
It's rigorous to find thee any awry
Thy flawless radiance is a phylactery
Any man to you shall kneel & bow down
Black or white, meztizo or mulatto or skin is brown
They stand with awe before thy precious crown.
-08/08/2012
*My Twilight Poems Collection
A dragon, in waggin' his tail,
Unleashed a vast torrent of hail.
Though friendly enough,
If overly gruff,
He sure made it tougher to sail.
My body braced my brain
as Nature
replaced that rain.
Ping! Pang! THWACK!
I trembled from each teasing
of those deep pops
that smacked the supermarket’s roof
and pounded the parking lot.
I gazed out the glass door
and eyeballed the glitter
of cold and bald hail.
The opaque ice
littered the concrete lot,
disturbing me with
oddball beauty.
CRASH!
Thunder threatened
my inner calm,
ringing my ears with rage.
CRASH! WOOSH!
Wind joined the thunder,
sweeping past the entrance
and slamming filthy rain
into the ground.
When the weatherman warned
of 50% rain in the offing he neglected to state
and neither advised nor informed
what the other half would advocate
perhaps hail sleet smog snow
or fleecy fluffy clouds
floating overhead instead
and if so I wonder where they go
wind-blown oh so far away
I guess we'll never ever know
meanwhile we'll have to wait
to see what his non-prediction
weather-wise will precipitate
In fields of code where silent servers sleep,
A nascent world, a promise we would keep.
The digital loam of Poetry Soup lies bare,
A hungry canvas floating in the air.
We come as gardeners with our humble seeds,
The fertile soil that answers human needs.
We spill the ink, the heartache, and the dream,
Upon the silent, waiting, flowing stream.
Each line we drop, a pulse within the wire,
A burning ember feeding the shared fire.
The site’s a vessel, empty, wide, and vast,
Till fed by futures flowing from the past.
We are the salt that flavors the clear broth,
The sudden, green, and undeniable growth.
Without the word, the screen remains a glass,
A sterile window where no feelings pass.
The empty bowl receives the spirit’s share,
And finds its purpose, nourished by our care.
We fill the Soup with all we deeply know,
The living currents that make the place glow.
Arose from the bowels of Holocaust
Deceit serrated t'belt the buoyance of war hailed call
Hail thee to hall, to avenge thy brother
Impelled mysteries of destiny reigned the doom of insuperiority o'er wary world
The heathen hath halt the assault o'er imperious arms
Armed with salt and thy brother's head and heart
Strangers decree and massacre of superiority lesserly spake this tidal turn
And chant the overture of impartial time
Dearest friend, O fiend of brotherly arm
Spickle saline hath mock the imperious heart
Chaste t'torn t'merely marr this parting passage
Risen from the bowels to face the decaying mortal vantage
Journey of Life
Life is a fleeting gift, a quest,
Where shadows dance to find their nest,
We rise and fall, like waves onshore,
Let`s hail the present, seek no more
Find beauty in strife, learn from tears,
As life is a journey, so dear.
Hail Holy Queen
Mother of Mercy
Hail our life
Our sweetness
And our hope!
To you do we cry poor banished children of (Mama) Eve
To you do we send up our sighs
Mourning and weeping in this valley of tears
Turn then O most gracious advocate
Your eyes have mercy toward us
And after this
Our exile
(Please) show us the blessed fruit of your womb (Father Christ)
O Clement
O loving
O Sweet Virgin Mother Mary!
Poetry Form: Free verse
Date Typed: May 19, 2025
Time Typed: 9:35pm
Hail (Mother) Mary
Full of grace
The (Divine) Lord is with you
Blessed are you among women
And Blessed is the fruit of your womb
Father Christ
Holy (Mother) Mary
Mother of (Divine) Lord (Eternal) God
(Please) pray for us sinners
Now and at the hour of our death Amen
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Date Written: May 18, 2025
Time Written: 7:39pm
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