Images Poems - Poems about Images

P Honoring the Saints Relics and Images

The 1st Commandment does not forbid us to honor the saints in Heaven

As long as we do not give them the honor that belongs to Eternal God alone

When we pray to the saints we ask them to offer their prayers to Eternal God for us

We do not pray to the crucifix

Or the images of Father

Reflecting Images

My book of yesterday's 
Of memories
and moments in search...

I turn the pages
Dreaming about what could have been
And rearranging all that is...

Forging onward
Like a theatrical play
of gratitude and resilience 
I kneel to pray

Where feathered moments
Lost in the wind
Play a song of love
In moment's to relive

For now in silence
Subdued of thought
Lost in the beauty
My candle it taunts

I

Words Seduce Images Fade

No thirst trap, no click bait, 
I give versed expression 
Silk and lace threaded thru 
each line and question 
Rawness felt, while images 
age and yellow 
Expressed words lasting, soft, 
sweet, and mellow 
I show my skin through 
words I’ll strip 
Describing it with my 
crafted script 
Holding you in whispered 
conversation 
Baring my soul

Images

Images


Frozen in time, as time passes by,
A time to be born, A time to die.
Fleeting memories, lost in the mind,
Robs me of memories, left behind.
The swirling mist, is rolling in,
Invading my senses, pulling me in.
On the edge of in sanity, I struggle to feel,
No long aware, of what is illusion, or real.
I think I see

Our muse bemused

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Word craft from our muse,
Creating does us bemuse,
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As images writers build!

Pictures of Ancestral Images

No colder winter's evening reawakens, in an abrupt
glance, this memory from others already faded
in the inattentive recollection of a son's mind;
even insignificant moments are worthy of thought.

A pubescent boy unlearned and precarious at giving advice,
but ready to provide that tenderness in exploding emotions...
realizing that he would reach the same level of consciousness:
whether or not his

Images

Images

The images in 
my mind of
verbs mating with pronouns are 
sometimes broadcast on 
TV. On TV: me sucking out and 
not praising aerosol cans to 
make a less money for 
the unnamed company. The pressurised cans are 
bronze, the 
substance released in 
a fine spray are: 
advantageous states or 
positions and 
points earned following 
deuce

Mystery of Dreams

Why can I remember that I dreamed,
But cannot retain what I dreamed
Before my bed cover is in place.
Asleep, so real; awake, forgotten.
Why do most dreams fade in morn’s light,
As the mind buzzes like a beehive,
Seeking to know the dreams insight,
Trying to comprehend the meaning.
Some with intrigue fill a searching soul,
Puzzled with  despair and abject

THREE SIDES OF image in a mirror

Mirror on the wall, 
what do you reflect, 
A simple image, trying to look pretty, 
Or a self-righteous image, 
or a deception of the soul. 

In the simple image, 
Beauty adores itself in front of a mirror, 
Ugliness feels self-content, 
The transient reality seems to come alive, 
Dreams can't even find their shadows. 

In The

Space Images

Man that thing has
Not change at all
In my lifetime.

A New World

Minds turned into images
Barren moments, parched feelings
Drowned in haste and unease, 
Self-indulgent and covetous 

Desolate technology slaves 
Imprisoned in closed cabins
Chained to the chairs
Eyes fixed on the screens

Human skeletons with dried hearts
Drained and deserted relationships 
Torn emotions and tainted lives
Emptiness all around 

Ruled by commerce and profit
Turning world in to market
With frozen conscience
Infringing the peace

Raindrops Swaddling Images

Sunshine rousing cheers echo the day in 
As clouds move to blueness 
And colors arch over earth 
Made anew in rejuvenating pleasure.
A butterfly sings, dances, 
And chooses a flowering Daisy’s ring  
Of white ray petals reaching out 
Between the emerald, green blades, 
In prayer and thank you. 
Puddles mirror their beauty; 
Swelling belly raindrops

Images

The picture faded like the past she made. Embers crumbled in the flames. Smoke curled above the empty photograph in a smoldering  state She grasped for the present but the flames burned her thoughts as she recalled the date
 Her mind was racing with prolific confusions she tried to displace.tears welled in her eyes

Images of Broken Lights

Images of broken lights that dance before my jagged tears,
Inspecting me and sending me to Jupiter and Mars,
High above the heady halls of home and heartless heresies,
We dream the dreams of galaxies and saturate the stars.

Through the Milky Way of space we travel at a snail's pace,
To reach the keeper and the face of our

WhiteWashed Images

PolyPanTheistic minds
find faith in wealthy synergy,
where multi-organic bodies
experience therapeutic hope
for sacred Earth's healthiest
indigenous integrity.

MonoTheistic minds,
not so much;
more monoculturing bodies
experiencing supremacy
of Great White Father
jealously
and zealously reborn 
in from-above missionary positions
reflected in AnthroSupremacist mirrors,
images,
iconic 
and narcissistic

MotherEarth subservient
subjugating wildly inhumane imaginations.

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