Halo Poems

Halo and Heart

She stirred the pasta with one hand, 
red pen in the other, 
marking fragments of thought while her own scattered across the stovetop. 
The dog barked. The toddler cried. 
She whispered encouragement to both.

Later, long past the hour of rest, 
she sat beneath the glow of a weary lamp, 
rewriting tomorrow’s plan to fit admin’s

Soft Hush of Nature's Halo Curves

ocean waves drift in
wildflowers bend in soft winds—
with gentle curves
soothing calm natural minds
without demands or burdens

curves of rivers' arcs
fractals etched in snowflake veins
caress weary eyes
while urban straight lines shatter—
reflection splinters apart

concrete towers thrust
the geometry of squares
clawing at the sky
every sharp angle pierces—
minds that shrink from the hardness

billboards blast their glare
sirens rip through noisy streets
ravaging the

Afrocentric

passion for fashion 
kinky hair halo for head
smiles styles black green red

I Dwell In Halo Clouds

I choose to dwell in frothy clouds…
with a mindset unfixed
Random instincts   spaced out 
In the cumulus mix
An expansive effusion
Far out and beyond my temporal shackles
Free are my thoughts without prompt
Closed minds shallow and 
desolate debacles
dissipate in this airy romp

On wispy clouds I dwell in…
high above I’ve risen
Here no need to reason
nor the blends

Lead Don't Follow

In Gods shadow, Mr. President!
Just lead! No second guessing,
follow the Nation heart, it’s We the people!
Stay our course, set our goals and execute.
Endure adversity, it’s our strength, 
that sets you apart.
Lead ahead, do not follow.
Stay out in front, out of the shadows, 
don’t follow.
Your first steps, you must listen,
always follow what’s right!
Regenerate the Country roots,
grow

The Best Me

I want to be fuchsia free of 
Indigo inhibition 
Not so much that I silver sin 
But that I am emerald easygoing 

I want to walk whimsically 
Like purple peacocks along 
My destined path and lavender laugh
To have hazel happiness 

I want to be such a sandy soul
That others sink into my peace
And ruby receive

SOLAR HALO

 In Plumes of Light, I Illumine Bright
 In Solar Excellence, I AM Solar Thrice
 In Solar Strides stirred by Passions like Fire 
 I AM Ever Golden, Ascending Ever Higher

Moon's Halo

soft the moon robed in yellow
loft of clouds...her home's halo--
nights sift the hues pale to bright 
while fist of ray gleams on lune's flight:

come, fast...gaze at moon's wonder
her fest , time's glory anywhere!

Halo

Before I am reposed at last, weave me a crown of flowers 
So for when I pass death's threshold, I might carry life
For the rotting halo I wear might turn me into an angel  
And my decomposing body to have a companion

Streets of Solitude not for contest

Being alone is an amethyst art
Gift to the soul searching dark
Mahogany moments 
Shaping reality despite chaos or peace

Pearl perception of reality red from
blood of dead dreams 
that will rise like a purple phoenix 
inside blue breast
Walking in spirit with ancient ancestors 
yet alone in the Streets of solitude 

Fire in eyes 
forgiving the lies 
of

Just Like A Halo

Just like a halo on Horizon's edge,
the sky of gold unveils an orange glow
as though Almighty God stands on that ledge,
just like a halo on Horizon's edge
to shine His blessings gifted by His pledge,
while wind-blown grass and cattails stand below.
Just like a halo on Horizon's edge-
the sky of gold unveils an orange glow.

Just like a

Halo

A circle white
Colored light beam
Orb sun and moon.

Halo of Happiness

To those who seek instant gratification - 
I am a process, not a destination. 
Happiness.  

We attempt to crack its code, however, 
It remains a lifetime long endeavour. 

Deeply desired, wondrous state of mind - 
Its fleeting facile feeling redefined. 

Teasing and taunting us with verve and grace, 
Happiness’ touted appeal won’t erase. 

It

To everything there is a season

The moonbroch is quite pronounced tonight—rain can’t be far off. It will be good for the vegetable garden and save my back from having to cart water for a few days. Not too much rain, though, as the skins of the tomatoes would split; they are about to be harvested ...
in their prime
  

PAINT

Pray as if your white winged words are heard
And answered accordingly 
Inside fly heavenly high like blue bird
Never doubt jade journey 
That paints your black soul halo gold

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