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Easter Inklings


In my heart, there lives a prayer
for blessings of love, hope and faith
blessings so pure they speak of His grace
blessings that prove, He is surely faithful

In my soul, there lives a promise
assurance that He is there,
a silent friend, sometimes speaking
other times, offering His gentle peace

In my spirit, there lives sweet praise
for all He’s given me,

Categories: inklings, appreciation, christian, easter, encouraging,
Form: Free verse

Inklings of Wonder

We gladly become whole
All problems He will dissolve 
It is the melding of the soul

Just an embryo yet to evolve
The insight of being born anew
All problems He will dissolve.

Inklings of wonder yet to ensue
To feel His word so dear
The insight of being born anew

To experience Him so near
When His love we embrace 
To feel His

Categories: inklings, love,
Form: Terzanelle

Inklings of Love

Inklings of Love
 Love is a never ending daisy chain
Lovely as damselfly sparkling with dew
Joyful as rainbows in sky after rain.

Cherish that you have a treasure so true
Celebrate that her love glitters and glows 
Lovely as damselfly sparkling with dew. 

In fragrance of daisies where'er she goes
Enlighten her she's your favoured flora
Celebrate that her love

Categories: inklings, dance, flower, love,
Form: Terzanelle

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Inklings Midst God's Blessings

Grace of God* keeps on upholding my heart
Settling faith around triumph’s joyous role
Secured upon eternal life-rampart.

Peace from the Lord prevails over my soul 
To vanquish hopelessness of grievous pain
Settling faith around triumph’s joyous role.

Kindness the Saviour grants always brings gain
Offering blest pardon with serene glow
To vanquish hopelessness of grievous pain.

Wisdom of Christ along truth’s crystal

Categories: inklings, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form: Terzanelle

If Only Inklings

 

I write poetry with a bleeding pen,
sharing my grief, sorrow, tears and my love;
as past inklings come again and again.

Mom left with the dignity of a dove,
always so kind with a voice like a balm;
if only I had grace like mom above.

When dad spoke he was always very calm,
he was serene, soothing and wanted

Categories: inklings, emotions,
Form: Terzanelle

Inklings

They are the “inklings”
Of a thought
Taking form
Faint etchings
Slowly scrawled
Scratched out
Born again
In halting hope.

A matrix of dots
Roaming an arid plain
Searching
For shape, form
and purpose
constrained
within edgeless boundaries.

Inklings,
Children of thought
Feeding on the rootless
Scrub grass
Of ancient strictures
Smearing their frustrations
On the castle walls.

John G. Lawless
©4/12/2023

Categories: inklings, society, youth,
Form: Free verse

Inklings

It was the work of her hands
that gave flesh to her speech;
her persona made vocal.
Gestures were needle-point,
stitching words into sound.
She talked with the eloquence
of quick speaking fingers,
with hands that emphasized,
underlined, swept away, challenged,
motioned, mentioned,
mollified, mimed, beckoned,
warned and added warmth to her words.
Her hands sewing and patching together
articulations for
the far-sighted and for muted ears.

Categories: inklings, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Inklings

Shadows are but sign posts, 
fleeting moment capsules, 
brown leaf portent creeper‘s auto-pilot,
tarpaulin-sky mist draped on ancient chapel spire,
worship at the coat tail of a wrinkled orange rind lantern,
oak wood clouds smoulder from their taproot ash to blur the camera shutter,
sonneteer who mines a rock salt crystal,
earthly grain-squeeze imitation pearl,  
false trail bard whose

Categories: inklings, analogy, art, august, character,
Form: Imagism

Spots and Inklings

I have reviewed my spots and inklings 
measuring each.
solidified my moment inside breach 
of cosmic tare

said farewell to sanity and all the hosts I fare
given lives I’ve liven for the ghosts 
of my regret
and yet

please my dearest give to me, one more cigarette 
before the fold
before we’re told there is no final gift.

I cannot shift

Categories: inklings, life,
Form: Rhyme

Inklings

your ink
scripted so seductively
succumbs me

a statue of hieroglyphs
meticulous in manner
meandering
amid lasting memories
bleeding into my distended veins

you're a word of wisdom
imbibing
of my essence
with lips of long
as night stars hold view

shadows will awaken
with her solemn kiss
to the morn
begetting the radiance
beaming inside

Categories: inklings, love,
Form: Free verse

Inklings of Spring

Winter finally moves his lumpen sluggish weight,

Spring is like a shy dryad shivering in his arms

Wind's whippets droop to trifling whine

Sullen rain hisses to a grizzle.

tiny fruit buds swell enough to moisten lips.

First daffodil maidens preen, bright faces so fair!

Chattering swallows check granite grey mortared mansion.

Duck naps snug, beak a chest --- gull floats overhead.

Longer

Categories: inklings, spring,
Form: Free verse

Inklings Wrinkles

inklings wrinkles
tinkles in sinklings
conrete form
up yourn
i
am
form
i
am we to
no us without you
he sayd shut
we says up
together
we make muck
dirty words made schmuck
three letters off luck
old time still twinkles
tattooing
inklings wrinkles
?

Categories: inklings, art,
Form: Concrete