Incense Poems

Dark Incense

Dark Incense 
Black cypress 
Wood burning incense 
Aroma scented lavender 
Humbled grounds 
Growing into the old 
Wisdom in a safety deposit box 
Jet black ghost flowers 
Yesterday's vaporist 
Roots growth dreary 
Solitude slumber day 
With dark incense 
Ponder twilight 
Meaning of life sinking 
Enter into the vortex of emptiness 
Dust and bones 
Can’t live forever

Prayers Like Incense

My prayers rise before God like sweet incense.
Before him all my facades fall away.
I am left standing without a pretense
And I am left with not a word to say.
His glory once again fills his temple
And all the things of this world become dim.
Before his great holiness I tremble
And all I can see are visions of

Under the starry sky, where thoughts float like incense smoke in the deep night

Under the starry sky, where thoughts float like incense smoke in the deep night,
I feel the shiver of fear, like cold water flowing over my soul, deep and silent,
I just wish to stretch time, to embrace the moment like a wave kissing the shore,
I feel the shiver of fear, my dear, and I just want

AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF AN INCENSE

Smoke, sweet scent ascends, 
Fragrance conquers ill.
Human heart, can it transform?

Prayers Like Incense

My prayers rise before God like sweet incense.
Before him all my facades fall away.
I am left standing without a pretense
And I am left with not a word to say.
His glory once again fills his temple
And all the things of this world become dim.
Before his great holiness I tremble
And all I can see are visions of

In the cathedral of night, a new phantasm rises from the incense smoke of burnt rules

In the cathedral of night, a new phantasm rises from the incense smoke of burnt rules,
Altars of therapy crumble under the weight of our unspoken prayers,
Our steps, like lost pilgrims, are swallowed by streets paved with tears of stars,
Where locusts of prophecy weave their sonorous mantle in the temple of our weary ears.
Silence suffocates us,

In the cathedral of my thoughts, words rise like incense smoke towards the vaults of the unknown

In the cathedral of my thoughts, words rise like incense smoke towards the vaults of the unknown,
And I, a pilgrim through the labyrinth of my own consciousness, seek to catch moonbeams in a net, to weave from them the mantle of the ineffable.
Ancestral voices resound from the depths, speaking of art that conquers time and

Burning Incense

Burning incense this morning 
with a heaven laden heart 
so many hurting right now 
so this is a real good start 

Angels are weeping and God 
well His heart is bleeding 
so many prayers are being offered 
so many hours filled with hope 

Rosary beads and mantras said 
I refuse to believe its all over

A Prosperous Existence

Likened to a bird flying 
a small flower
the color orange
yellow candles burning
the color of gold
vanilla incense on a Sunday

A prosperous existence.

Likened to a flower swaying
a happy bird
the color purple
orange candles burning
the color of fire
cinnamon incense on a Monday

A prosperous existence.

Likened to a shining orb
a noble desire
the colors of the tropics
white candles burning 
the colors that

Deciding the Fate of a Fugitive

So, now, you all are positive 
Ted Osprey is a fugitive,
That his last name is not Osprey:
A smart corruption of Godfrey
While his 'Ted' First should have been, Fred;
Some would rather he's called 'Red'...

And you're also quite positive
He was no clean operative,
Rather working for evil men
Soon staying in a house, next den...

Clear,  Godfrey is now

Incense

In the Real Estate section,
A question arose
About incense within your abode.
Certain buildings have rules
That prohibit its use
And the writer was set to explode.

If some candles are lit
For the Sabbath by some,
Why can’t she light her incense as well?
Her religion requires
That incense is burned
But the difference, to me, is the smell.

With most incense, the scent
Is intense

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Listen to 11:11 by Londrelle
It was constantly on my playlist 
while I was making it through hell
Most couldn't tell
I look normal to them
my mind still in a cell

I made it out, oh God, I'm free!
1111 my wish come true is Me
I surrender to thee
Meaning, G.O.D, I surrender to Me

11:11 portal is open
so is my heart,

Incense Is Not Nonsense

You tag not complete Nonsense'
To Burning Serving incense
That restores sought innocence 
Smouldering Ones Helping Sense
While battling with shaky lens
Or needed vanishing sense...

You don't say A clear nonsense'
For A Can - Be - Used Incense

That checks a begging Violence
And as much does Decadence:
Doors opening for Silence...

Incense for The Hopeless Pence
Taking same beyond felt pains,
Most problems stating

Satanology 9 Satan and Things

Blood Satan likes but on this no blame:
Lord God and Christ do too: Preferred flame
Then, wickedly, goes for Goring Horns, 
His own copy of Christ’s Crowning Thorns: 
The Horns not for self-caricature, 
Rather for use after your capture 
To make things never look the same,
Though in your mirrors old selves remain  

When its darkness

Dollars Incense

Professional Poet
—consummate oxymoron

(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)

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