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Spiritual words
Encouraging and inspiring
Thirst for understanding
Heavens beacon light
Guidance through Faith
Eyes to the Heavens
Biblical passages to the wise
Holy Man King
The world his domain
A Cross so significant
Sustaining rock that shall not be moved
Evil wants to attack his people
Power in control from the Heavens
When Faith prevails, Evil can’t touch
Praying hands wonder
Miracles become seen, and victory becomes the testimony
Praises that flow
Blessings in the know
Spiritual verses
Branded sentences that are descended
The way to life
Faith assurance
Connected to the Almighty King
Above all
My head hit the pillow and I was asleep,
I fell into a dream that was so deep,
standing on the deck of a fighting ship,
the vessel did rise, then into gulley did tip.
The waves so cruel did rise and fall,
and all did work for the good of all,
the Dramallach Raven was sailing through,
a storm of darkness, the ship held true.
Deep in the darkness, the waters did crash,
against the ships fore they did mighty smash,
yet this mighty vessel was sailing true,
it would reach its destination, all the crew knew.
Where was this ship bound on this stormy night?
The moon shining down, its beacon light,
the Dramallach Raven on its way to Hell,
I knew this ship and my legs fell.
I knelt and I looked to the wheel,
my horror I could not conceal,
the skeletal captain did doff his hat,
let me wake and that be that.
Passionate moments filled
with zeal and zest as i gathered
thoughout babbling brooks tainted
an yet brillantly carved from a sudden
interruption of unguided cognitive skills
completely noted as french karma
binded with crued wrath unseen
gripping racing thoughts tinged
with a sensual sadness i'd become to know
very well while quiet times beckons
my inspirational soul casting a beacon light
of faint hues glorious to greet beyond
a calm walk way covered in a quiant emory
of a soft garden full of greenary
a shivering ivy conceal the sorted bliss
that quiets the empty mind between
universal meetings above the hidden stars
reaching the gravity under a rushing spring
sheer wetness bursting from a mist of lost clouds
Upon a midnight battlefield, the Black Knight rides alone,
His armor shining silver bright, his heart as hard as stone.
A sword of ancient magic, clutched within his hand,
He fights with noble courage, for justice in the land.
The Avenger’s strength beside him, they battle all night,
Yet Black Knight’s honor guides him, his soul a beacon light.
From Camelot’s old legends, he carries proud his name,
Though shadows fall around him, his spirit stays the same.
Against the darkest villains, he stands with gallant grace,
A visor hides his secrets, his pain none dare to trace.
With every swing and parry, he turns the tide of fate,
Defending those who hope in him; their lives he’ll vindicate.
On steed of blackest velvet, he rushes to the fray,
The Avenger’s loyal comrade, he never shies away.
In tales of epic valor, his legend grows each year,
The Black Knight, ever steadfast, inspires hope not fear.
So raise a toast to heroes who fight in darkest night,
And honor the Avenger’s faithful, noble Black Knight.
His quest endures forever, his legacy will grow,
A shining star in Marvel’s sky, his courage e’er shows.
Spiritual words
Encouraging and inspiring
Thirst for understanding
Heavens beacon light
Guidance through Faith
Eyes to the Heavens
Biblical passages to the wise
Holy Man King
The world his domain
A Cross so significant
Sustaining rock that shall not be moved
Evil wants to attack his people
Power in control from the Heavens
When Faith prevails, Evil can’t touch
Praying hands wonder
Miracles become seen, and victory becomes the testimony
Praises that flow
Blessings in the know
Spiritual verses
Branded sentences that are descended
The way to life
Faith assurance
Connected to the Almighty King
Above all
Was it in the fragrance of the grapefruit mint that brushed against my red blush cheeks,
or those lilac petal chains on
moss-strewn pathways,
was it in those rays that dance sequentially across some green flake grecian urn, or the tearful noonday noodle from a seagull’s
stricken cry, or that scarlet robin roosting on a grey grain granite wall?
For whatever reason nature’s vivid ministry appeared in locust swarms,
a tag on aural stimuli to whet one’s dormant vision.
Suddenly the golden brook within my compass bared its fountain,
each moonstone mountain peak its beacon light,
the twig on every tree revealed an olive branch
with verdant august wellspring at its cusp.
Each sprouting plant became this silver chalice rooted
in a centrifugal aliment.
When morning shoots at last boldly ripen ironic winter phase
blackberries loom above mundane detachment
as cold snap iridescence that normally
eludes quotidian tides.
''T'' Contest, New or Old Poem
Sponsor ; Constance La France
This is an old poem submitted to this contest 8th November 2021.
It was first entered on Poetry Soup in Brian Strand contest judged
March 17th 2020.
Title for that contest ; For Whatever Reason
As the clouds appear over yonder hill
Everything is quiet and still
The early morning mist down the valley lays
Like a blanket ready to cover the days
And the Sun breaks through like a beacon light
Changing the time frame to daylight from dark night
Whilst the birds begin to make their early morning song
I take a deep breath as I walk along
On my early morning stroll through the meadows green
Gazing upon the loveliest sight I have ever seen
As on yonder hill a giant Stag does appear
Gradually walking closer, becoming ever near
His Antlers standing erect and proud
Suddenly he bellows loud
Until he disappears beneath a lowly cloud
That comes over the hill as if to engulf me
A giant puffball through which I cannot see
But it soon clears as the light shines through
Covering the fields in a majestic hue
Early morning, a special time of day
Oh how I wish it would never go away
The ancient forest breathes a
timeless song,
A brilliant flame within the
quiet night,
Where roots and ancient
rivers drift along.
The towering sequoias touch
the sky,
A burning and eternal
beacon light,
As silent, golden eagles soar
on high.
The mountain peaks arise in
frozen grace,
Are guiding stars forever
shining bright,
A wild and completely
untouched space.
The whispering of wind
begins to fade,
A captivating truth within our
sight,
A secret world within the
quite glade.
The silver morning dew
begins to gleam,
A sudden flash of inspiration
flight,
Across the surface of a
winding stream.
The velvet moss adorns the
dampened stone,
A heavy warmth that
banishes the fright,
Where gentle forest
creatures walk alone.
The autumn leaves of amber
slowly fall,
A golden shield of armor
gleaming bright,
Obeying winters quiet,
freezing call.
The ocean waves crash hard
against the shore,
A steady path that leads us
to the right,
A deep and echoing, eternal
roar.
The desert sands shift under
heavy heat,
A sudden burst of
unexpected might,
Where scorching winds and
endless horizons meet.
The meadow blooms with
petals soft and bright,
A lovely form of ultimate
delight,
A tapestry of color and of
light.
The thunder rumbles in the
heavy air,
A driving force that shatters
through the plight,
A sudden display of power
grand and rare.
The canyon walls reveal the
passage of time,
A glowing spark that makes
the darkness white,
A rugged beauty steep and
quite sublime.
The winter snow descends
without a sound,
A crystal crown that
glimmered in the sight,
And blankets all the cold and
frozen ground.
The violent river carves the
rocky stone,
A soaring bird that takes its
final flight,
A power that belongs to it
alone.
The summer sun warms up
the open field,
A constant hope that makes
the future bright,
Where nature's hidden
wonders are revealed.
The cycle of the earth will
never cease,
A guiding hand that keeps
the balance right,
And leaves the quiet world in
perfect peace.
In twilight’s grasp a love once bright,
now tangled in a fading light.
A cherished soul, a memory’s dance,
embraced by time’s relentless trance.
In wandering paths, they roam,
a journey through the mist unknown.
A mind adrift on waves unseen,
yet in their heart, love’s flame still gleams.
The moments shared now echoes past,
a fleeting smile, a love that lasts.
Though memories may slip away,
their essence lingers day by day.
In moments when confusion reigns,
And words are lost in flight,
I’ll hold your hand through all the pains,
And be your beacon light.
Through laughter, tears, and tender care,
we’ll hold them close, their burdens bear.
For in the shadows, we will find,
a love that’s boundless, intertwined.
In the depths of eyes once bright and clear,
flickers of recognition may appear.
A smile that graces like a gentle breeze,
though the storm of forgetfulness may seize.
With tender touch and patience, we embrace
the fragments of their essence, a sacred space.
Each day an adventure, a new journey’s start
as we traverse the labyrinth of the heart.
Though the past may fade, love’s flame will glow,
its embers eternal, steadfast, and slow.
For in this dance of shadows and light,
our bond remains unbroken, day or night.
Through laughter, tears, and moments bittersweet,
we find solace in the love that cannot deplete.
In every tender touch and whispered word,
we find the essence of the one we have heard.
In the twilight of memories, they reside,
a soul once vibrant, now veiled and tied.
Yet we will stand by their side, forever near,
for love transcends the bounds of what we hear.
So, let us treasure each fleeting day,
embrace the fragments in twilight’s grasp.
For in this journey, together we will be,
a beacon of love for all eternity.
You make me love you to death, in the depths where light refracts,
In the labyrinths of the night, you are the whirlpool that tightens its grasp.
No mercy you have, oh cruel fate, you shorten the bedding of my days,
In my heavy wandering, with your love, you envelop me, you consume.
Like the turbulent sea, the storm cannot find its calm,
In my chest, you swell with waves, of my desire, you're the balm.
You make me love you, you are the dream itself gone astray,
Carrying my soul in a dance, in whirlpools of relentless sway.
Beneath your invisible banner, I, the unarmed soldier, do rush,
In the battle with your hot arrows, each strike is a melodious hush.
Oh, you weaver of dreams, plunderer of the fickle heart,
You show no mercy, you swing me from ecstasy to agony's art.
I painted you among the stars, to live eternally over my late nights,
But stars die of longing, and in the vastness of the void, you place sights.
And when in the sky there’s not a single beacon light, in the wind I hear you guide,
Oh love, that mocks me, a shanty of grief, a place where dreams at the gate have cried.
You, glorious weeps in the night, in echo, you transform and you fade,
While I, the guardian of your temple, with tears sculpt the stars you've made.
You have no mercy on my beating heart, yet you stay silent, keeper and penalty,
You make me love, even when my soul, in shadow, departs and forsakes me.
A blustery love through me, a whirlwind of emotions, a mournful parade,
Through my pale body, a ghost of a butterfly in crazy flight made.
You, unsoothed storm, unforgiven, with your cureless blaze,
You burn me, envelop me, and then, with magical sadness, bid me to fly, and I obey...