I dwell within a vault of seasoned pine,
Where cedar ribs trace curves of spine,
A cavern arched with honey-colored wood,
The quietest home a creature ever could.
Above my head, a rosette carved in lace,
Filters the daylight into one small space,
A golden circle painted on the floor,
Where giant fingers stretch and start to soar.
Then wakes the giant—sweeping arm and hand,
Striking the chords above this hidden land;
And every wire becomes a brazen beam,
Shaking the rafters of my hollow dream.
The notes crash down like thunder from the sky,
Making the air vibrate, the dust motes fly,
A tidal wave of brass and silver sound,
That pins me softly to the maple ground.
And when they rest their palms against the waist,
The roaring ocean dies in breathless haste;
I curl up warm beneath the bridge’s arc,
A tiny tenant sleeping in the dark.
Two souls destined to bloom as one
Though the world harshly set them apart,
The wind whistles gentle smiles -
And wove their love across miles.
Five winters, five springs, a blink on screen,
With broken dreams yet love sparkles bright,
No wave nor furnace could consume-
Divine love, built on grace, sublime and true.
Sweetest love, gentlest love the hour is here
Amidst the beauty, cherry blossom in symphony-
Snowy flake upon our head a perfect harmony,
A heavenly wedding on earth we embrace.
Love knows no boundaries nor horizon,
When two souls keep their hearts true.
the voices are overwhelming
I can hear so many conversations in my head a few good mostly not
all pointing to one subject
her
they talk about her life choices
making mentions of her checkered past.
Just another junkie, might as well throw her in the trash.
I'll say this line I just heard is classic
she is like problems you stuff in basements and attics.
An addict in an attic well that's a new play on words.
one voice cuts through all these conversations with three simple words
She has God.
He has seen every wrong and every wrong made right.
He walked with her in darkness and still brought her back to light.
He has watched every moment when she thought she was alone.
The nights she cried herself to sleep, in the car she called her home.
He seen all these things and still sees her for who she is.
All voices now stopped.
Thank you to the Father
my Savior, my Rock.
Isaiah 55:8-9
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD. “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts."
Buttercups withered outside my door,
their stems split dry—
blood leaks anyway,
like this is how it happens.
Every step cracks the glass,
it keeps breaking, slowly,
what spills out—
rain,
my eyes.
Maybe the answer isn’t me—
with the one who refused the ring.
How am I even crying today—
because there’s enough grief, or maybe
because I can’t grow roses.
I watch the lights go out; there is
no one in the house, the chance already gone,
“tant pis,” then.
Who even wants the formula—
to initiate, comply, and carry it all,
as if it takes courage just to care
for her body, her breathing, her eyes.
I practised courage
in rooms that do not exist;
dust knows the lines well.
So, I guess they mean it when they say
“A rolling stone gathers no moss.”
“Stay still,” they say.
Nectar from too many flowers has given her
a halo around her head, a radiance
clinging to her skin—
is that intoxicating—
or just carnal desire,
overused?
In the heart and in the head, a beating secret never dead. A beauty, seen in red and black, never breathes or steps back. Her smile may seem alive, but something differs in her eyes. never at a single glance, but more than that puts you in a trance.
"Write a poem about a cat"
look There is a big cat over there under that tree
A big cat that is licking his lips and looking at me
His eyes are open and his fur is brown he is not asleep but he's laying down
I think I will go over and give his head a pat STOP a minute don't do that
you see the voice in my head I can always rely on run get away that cat is
a LION
Johnny Appleseed
said, "Hearts and stomachs, apples feed."
A fashion icon, he was not.
He wore upon his head, a pot.
They wonder why I don't write about love
Love is hard to describe cause it came from above
God loves us and we should love Him back
He forgives us of all our sins we can't keep track
Don't know what this did to us human beings
We don't love each other like we love earthly things
Feeling like Tupac he did speak truth
Thinkin 'bout getting on a beat from Charlie Puth
Men do really love they might even sweat
They living like Romeo finding their Juliet
Might even drink poison to follow the heartbeat
And come back to life and do it all on repeat
Hope Juliet faithful when Romeo not around
Not when he goes away then she goes out of bound
Might throw this away right after I'm done
Papa Romeo finna put on my head a gun
Poet's itch !! I just know I gotta scratch
out in writing all these verses that I hatch
I must admit from poetry I'm getting lots of fun
but sometimes not much else is getting done
A strong desire to self publish another book
this poet's itch has got me caught, sinker line and hook
Sometimes there are words that come together when I give the head a shake
Gotta water garden probably talk to plants in rhyme, from poet's itch I still don't take a break
Awakened by a battalion,
Alienating thoughts berating me,
Separating my chance to see,
What could truly be,
Hindering my productivity,
A byproduct of society,
Quietly disrupts my day,
I try pushing them away,
Battling my way up,
Putting coffee in my cup,
The upper hand now mine,
As i find my way around,
Drowning out the noise,
I'm poised for progress,
Pressing on ahead,
My head a playground,
As thoughts bounce around,
Bound to my creation,
Some turning into sound,
As vibrations float around,
Grounding my energy,
Entertaining an entity,
The sensitivity grows,
I fall into the shadows,
No one knows how low,
I call out to my foes,
I know my purpose,
It's soon to surface,
We don't deserve this,
The Land was not for purchase,
It's time to repurpose your role,
As the whole regains control.
A day for me; strong and weird through blue
Is a day for nice atmospheric bliss to glue
Wishes, prayers and testimonies together
While pronouncing an awesome glowing weather
You can attest the touches of nature that bless today
Its opening prayer no doubt is for me in all its say
And as the trees continue to say AMEN, angels sing...
And enrich the fate of freewill that glorify my KING
My heart rejoice within me, oh buddy of young love
My lips pray of my wishes to be truly mine to live
As I age off hell with hope, grace and luck
Let nothing come what may have prayers suck
Be happy now and forever as always Wems
With God for you, future is a thing designs in poems
Be glad you've got to count this day healthily
In wisdom that path thanksgiving the route stealthily
Be joyous for love "J" shares is real
Mind not to give this head a big deal
May all good promises come to pass on time
To making me enjoy youthful ace through its prime
Glow on... wishes; stay calm to it
Lay all glee on the chill; breed for its hit
Happy birthday to Wems; a darling
Live long and dont be film stalling...
I must confess, I get a crush
I wish to banish my eyes that haunt
But I gat a heart rush
Though wants it cooled and kept
I get it real bad
Yet wish I never had
Wanting everything she has
May be I wish for the death of silent vaults
The swift in her smiles
What a glee she got in her eyes
I want to taste her lips
I wonder they could taste like her
I wish it gets slowed down
But won't mind her magic touch
To ceil my head a canopy
Could have wish I am secured
Enclosed in a save underground room
Really wants myself drawn
In the cruet of her balm
Seems my swift is so sluggish
What if my wildness is impeached
May be then you would come to me as much
Grandpa hands her the remote and stretches his legs;
Nana chooses her own show for a change.
Pausing the TV during a commercial break...
she questions him, “Are we happy, dearest?”
He looked at her for just for a moment, pondering
not because he had not given it serious thought
but because he knew not to ask what SHE meant.
He nodded his head, a bit surprised at the reason
that she felt SHE had to ask such a question.
"I am happy, and I love you, Beautiful.”
It was all she needed for she still idolizes him;
she confirmed his words, “I am happy too, that makes two.
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dry twig snaps beneath my feet~
solemn punctuation
in this vaulted nave of oak and cedars.
the canopy exhales:
My hollowed trunk shelters nesting wrens,
my frost-etched rings remember drought,
my roots taste the buried stream's cool pulse.
I tilt my head—a supplicant—
as bark breathes against my palm.
the oldest oak leans close whispering:
Child, stillness is the first consonant.
The Seal.
It has been a long time since I was in a bay somewhere on the Algarve.
The road to get there was narrow and dusty, and
I got annoyed with my girlfriend at the time for dragging me.
away from the safety of my house and the communal
Swimming pool. It was a secluded beach where women.
could swim without the great hindrance of a bra, and to
Think she had dragged me here to get her **** sunburned.
She could have done that in my backyard.
I went for a swim, and the water enveloped me like blue silk.
And I floated with the lightness of a sea lion, it was then.
I saw here, just her head, a mermaid, and her head was
Bobbing gently up and down, she was the sea.
The home of all beginnings....
So they did exist, and not an illusion, a tale told by the lonely.
Sailors, and how typical that wondrous women are seen
by those who long for female company, but a voice
from the shore called me, the one who was tanning her ****,
was getting restless, wanted something to eat, fried chicken
Salad and a half bottle of chilled white wine.
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