Where will I dwell when time is done
Is there a place beyond the stars
The ending race there with the Son
I’ve heard it said that evil bars
True life leads home where glory dwells
With majesty life flows to me
Like tapestry and ocean swells
Life’s fabric flows to make me free
Eternal life, the greatest gift
Yes, ever still in majesty
Life never ends; no death or rift
The Weaver made with mastery
The city shines with heaven’s light
Where all can rest no more to roam
A mansion blessed and no more night
I’ll see you there; that is my home
Categories:
interlocking, christian, home, life, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
I'm working with intriguing form and find it quite confusing,
I hope that I have understood directions I am using.
Stopping a while to eat some food, to sharpen up my thinking,
Now staring at the empty page, with confidence fast shrinking.
I fear I have reached dreaded age where brain cells are compromised.
Five lines written, four to go, nearer than I'd realized.
Creative thoughts are running slow, it's time to start our dinner.
Though this has been a lot of fun I fear it's not a winner.
Never-the-less I deem it done and go on to other duties.
Categories:
interlocking, writing,
Form: Rhyme
A silent prayer, a call for peace
War and winter takes its toll, birds sounds cease
The cold penetrates the soul, the Canada geese arrive
Bitter frost kills, the sound of geese bring winter alive
Peace in the world, the tips of the bulbs begin to show
No matter what is happening, Mother Nature will still grow
Penned 11/01/2015
Categories:
interlocking, life,
Form: Rhyme
I gave her the quiver,
teeth and tongue a tornado in that fever fruit,
she offered the slick sin, the skin of savage symphony,
it was a technique of tender tickle
the absence of which producing terrifying tease,
inner thighs tight on my cheeks in a moment of sprayed splenor,
her hands around my head as if they were a crown,
sex sinking so deep into nerves that love was pain with a demand,
hair of tangled trust entwined in my grip of desperate possession,
she got my every inch, several at that and dared no more,
in my thrust towards heroism the serenity
of helplessness overcame me and I knew she was my Queen,
nails in my ribs and her bite on my neck,
our fragilities made of us beasts conquering falsehoods of fatality,
names encoded in sweat and scratches -
J.A.B.
Categories:
interlocking, animal,
Form: Romanticism
I wonder do you feel me hold you near
When in my slumber, and I dance with you?
I wonder if you will one day appear
In mountains where I often dream of you?
In sacred circles where I pray for you;
If you should feel it echo in your heart
Like two spirits that touch the stars with dew,
Then you will know we'll never be apart.
If darkness blacked the nightly lunar chart,
Or morning sun should never rise no more
I'd find my way into your loving heart
No matter how distant that empty shore.
If you would hear the words as I adore
And hold me forever in this love's way
I would never dare ask for nothing more
Than the moment that ends the final day.
Categories:
interlocking, loveme,
Form: Verse
My love, we're flying high above the night
and through unguarded silver beams of light
on crimson wings that make no earthly sound
we are to love as dragons are to flight.
On crimson wings that make no earthly sound
we're free to dance when feet ne'er touch the ground
as dreams dissolve behind a moonlit mist
the sweetest dragon's heart beat can be found.
As dreams dissolve behind a moonlit mist
the stars reflect upon our lovers' tryst;
revealed in mystic tales I know are true
the only truth and reason I exist.
Revealed in mystic tales I know are true,
the dragon deep inside my heart is you.
Categories:
interlocking, loveheart, heart,
Form: Sonnet
Steep-roofed great oak doors sheen of sheilds
Deep tombs stones shrines honoured dead
distant past creaking of rafters carved red oak
Stones in a mysterious rivers course.............
the rush of life whirl past ancient ships
Rams skull masks crescent moons..........
deep three beat rythum of skin drums..........
The raging seas hurled him high a wave
crashed over him as he clung on to a piece
of driftwood almost tearing him clean.
Majestic mountains on the horizon ...........
shimmering in a haze of heat ...................
An abundance of rain and rich fertile soil
The peeling of the bells swelled heavily
The women's crowns , veils and pointed
headdresses trailing fur trimmed mantles
A young knight on a white horse the squire
dropped from his perch on the ramparts.
The steward came in with a covered platter
then used a knife to shave thin slices of lime
Categories:
interlocking, adventure, history, mystery, nostalgia,
Form: Verse