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Exaltation to Mary:
Queen of Heavenly Hosts
To God be the glory
For enthroning you, Mama Mary
As Queen of Heavenly Hosts – Queen of Heavenly Host
Among all queens & heavenly hosts – you are the foremost
You are the Most Blessed Queen
The Queen of queens, the Queen of Heavenly Hosts, free of sin
The heavenly hosts bow down to you, oh Queen Mary
Oh Heavenly Queen, to you also glory be.
Amen.
-11/06/2019
(Dumarao)
*Exaltation to Mary as Queen of Heavenly Host
The mountain stands, so tall and grand,
A silent vigil, on the land;
It does not claim the skies above,
Nor drives away the birds of love;
It weathers storms, invites the breeze,
And hosts creatures beneath its trees.
Summer Host a Jamboree
Summer hosts a party – a JAMBOREE!
Sends out engraved floral invitations
Annual pageant ~ ~ ~ blooms wear filigree
Ruffled pansies…deep purple impatiens.
Poppies perform - these highway troubadours
Butterscotch daisies festoon o p e n roads,
Popcorn blooms BuRsT – celebration’s UP-roar!!!
Music :) merriment :), through coral bells flows.
A fiesta of flowers twirl in jubilees
Dandelion meadows - ^_^ galas of golds
Waves of colors sway in sunflower seas
Carnivals of roses in crimsons u n f o l d s
Coming out party - a lavish $oiree -
So much to celebrate each summer day.
Lyricism of wisteria ruses…peacocking muses gushing tomes
Classicism flocking..roams & woos homes not garden gnomes
Colourful creepers cruising..schmoozing with boisterously blushing bricks
Spring exudes mysticism..oozes oodles of bamboozling serendipity flushing
Cherished fingers rushing freely..delivers..unctuous ravishingly rambunctious
Relished slivers lavishly lingers..embellished..proudly protrudes
Inspires rhyming platitudes about gratitude...fires fresh
Attitudes across a range of altitudes & latitudes
Sprinkling wryly of vintner's drily sparkle...ends strange debacle...
Skint stints of wily skinflint winter’s splinters..with hints of now..Spring sprints
But also somehow.. if one squints..get an inkling of change..
Glints of summer's tints slyly twinkling
The NBA's on NBC and CBS
on Christmas Day
Holiness is Big Time Sports ~
24/7 coming your way
Ghosts are Better Guests Than Hosts
David J Walker
The ghosts are better guests
Than hosts
as they never dress for
the best occasions
Of course, they are invited to
Join us as the most naked among us
Leading us in translucent prayers and such
Around the round chrome and Formica kitchen table
After all,
ghosts take up so little room
And are not easily scared away
They usually know the worst jokes
And the best gossip of the day
They speak to our children
As if they had known them in
The unseen sometime before
life began
The bad ghosts
Lost their chance
to pick a bone with
someone they’ve known in
life past when out of breath
for the last time an angry death
impassioned and unintended
But
They are family and friend
On the mend
On the other side of life
My hosts are heavenly
Diamonds in the sky
Celebrants shine, revealed
Tuxes, tails, bow-ties
Dainty hors doeuvres
Sparkling champagne
Palatial glows the galaxy
Bows to bygone royalty
Ghosts, Hosts’ with the mostest
In the House of the dead, Ghost's roam their home they once lived before becoming spirits.
Crickets serenaded near their catacomb; Tree's creek buried deep in loam from the breeze.
Serving Cores light and blue cheese balls to Fairies visiting from the mores.
A Burmese python chasing mice on the splintering wooden floor.
Gargoyle's crash through a trap door causing an uproar as witches with big sores riding brooms zoom down the fireplace.
Unicorns give chase to Gryphon wearing lace around their chins.
A Golem and an Ogre sit quietly talking to one another giving off a stomach-churning odor.
Centaurs fought a banshee shrieking so loudly cracked a marble column.
Gnomes decided to make this place their home with the phoenix in the attic away from the combated Leprechauns living near their garden dome.
The host Ghosts bring out the last of the wine and served pickled swine having a fun time their orbs twinkling like disco balls down the halls.
2/13/2021
sponsor Julia Ward
What do you get?
When you cross a cross?
With a plus sign,
You get what.
Addition or four-way stop;
And an added cross;
Octagon lost;
10/12/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Lovable life love of Grace;
G rateful and great;
God long with large love of golden granduar;
Great lit loving love;
Gracious God of love,
of all good;
Holy legendary love;
Glorious God;
Royal loyal love;
My Holy God lively love graciousness lovable;
God O holy heavenly heavenly Father hosts
10/9/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
LIVING HOSTS
rustic lift of mountains beyond the field
of wild red poppies, blackbird
wings like a parasol
close proximity to the living hosts
gloriously splattered with
muse’s brush and faeries
11/29/2019
Kimo Format 10/7/6
When it boils down to the truth taking a platform
the words Jesus speaks deeply to me
Most assuredly I say to you
before Abrabham was I am
there is no one before Him or after Him
In my books He is Alpha and Omega
clearly from this statement our Lord says
I am the first and I am the last
besides Me there is no God
Picking up the stones under blasphemy laws
being a man trying to make yourself a god low key
speaks for itself the worth you attach to life
for what works do you label someone
is it for the value or beliefs held inside
for every attack is on Love by hate
and our King holds the keys of Hades and of Death
With Enchanting Winds, Her Pledged Guarding Hosts
In yonder land a princess lives,
With gentle winds her guarding host;
Suitors gaze as her beauty gives
Her sweet elegance, all the toast!
Yon dark castle, Dread lays in wait,
Its black anger, hating her charms;
Vows he, her enslavement tis Fate
Tho' it be by great force of arms!
For her kind heart it wants to bleed;
Savage her and sate its evil,
Yet Fate, grants mercy to her need
destroys this monster primeval!
In yonder land a princess lives,
With gentle winds her guarding host;
Suitors gaze as her beauty gives
Her sweet elegance, all the toast!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-19-2017
Poetry form,
Lin Crazy Eights, Tail-Rhyme , 100 words
Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 128
Total # Words: 100
Sitting In Darkness, Demons Are The Hosts
On edge, can not see CLEAR sun as it shines
rather seek blood letting from prickly vines
No rhyme or reason, enters such lost mind
just misery and pain- of the worst kind
Into deep valleys, filled with raging ghosts
sitting in darkness, demons are the hosts
Foraging for rope- to hang, end it all
there, unmindful of any healing call
Found, greatest bliss in saturating pain
praying, another desert with no rain
When last shadow brings WITH IT, that last chance
ask for no music but get up and dance
On edge, can not see dear Life as it shines
Step back on the Path, leave those prickly vines
Robert J. Lindley, 10-08-2016
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 15 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 110
Note- Most of these verses came to me in a dream...
Could remember all but the last two...
Had to search to find that ending mere minutes ago..
The mountains are formed at His hand
great and majestic they truly are
so high right up to the heavens
one can't reach it being so far
The forces of the wind He's made
blows through every valley and dale
so very powerful destroys all before
no human withstands can only fail
God puts thoughts into man
His mind begins only in God alone
without divinity it leaves a void
all so empty and hard as stone
The morning is darkness altogether
before God's hand who made it so
but also brings light out of darkness
so God is one striking such mighty blow
All the earth's highs He has tread
for His is greater than any name
no one can compare to His greatness
Lord God of hosts always the same
('For behold, he who forms the mountains and creates the wind,
and declares to man what is his thought,
who makes the morning darkness,
and treads on the heights of the earth—
the Lord, the God of hosts, is his name!')
Amos 4: 13 (ESV)
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