Long Beauty Poems
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My Heart is a Blank Space
A fertile ground where wilted roses
gain life and bloom—an evergreen
it becomes (the anchor of passion)
A beacon of romanticism
An emblem of eternal love
___of joy and happiness
I am a merchant ravaging the mother
earth in search of a lost soul
Where dwells thee oh! dear
Be thy fragrance taste
___thy heavenly touch
Or thee of the blessed
whose voice harmonizes the
gloom of cold nights
The young and tender moons that bow
before thee as the stars worship
thy holiness oh! Dear
I am a xerophyte wilted of water
of spring whereas the autumn ravaged
my soulful wings
Standing in the middle of Sahara
as I mourn for my lost life
The winds praises thee
singing you a serenade of eternity
Oh! Dear where do I find you
My soul navigates through the woods
Reeds of the Nile; storming the ancient
tides of love; the path to the world of
beauty, of love and happiness
You're the lilies that beautify the Nile
The aquatic beings feel jealous of your
beauty whereas the waters think of
drowning you oh! Dear
You're the eternity
The now that lives in tomorrows
I shall live to see your bloom
like a vine whose veins are watered by the
springs of everlasting love,
where your presence transforms my soul
and our union writes the final chapter
of a timeless romance.
© MZEE MACH
The sunlight is back in her eyes
Like the first day of spring,
And the world seems a brighter place
When she's near.
Her smile is like a warm summer breeze,
And her laugh is like a melody,
And I can't help but smile when I see her
Because she makes me happy.
She's the light of my life,
And I'm so grateful to have her in my world,
And I know that I'll never be the same
Without her sweet sunlight in her eyes.
I love the way she looks at me,
With those big, brown eyes,
And I can see the love in her eyes,
And it makes me feel so alive.
I love the way she makes me feel,
Like I can do anything,
And I know that I can always count on her,
To be there for me, no matter what.
She's my best friend,
My lover,
And my soulmate,
And I can't imagine my life without her,
And I'm so grateful that she's in my life.
I love her more than words can say,
And I know that I'll love her forever,
And I can't wait to see what the future holds for us,
With her sweet sunlight in her eyes.
My love…
I will love you forever.
Even when our muscles become too frail
to support our bones
against Earth’s gravity that has given us
many glorious days
I will love you forever.
Even when our eyesight fails
where only our memories can recall
the beauty of youth
I will love you forever.
Even when our touch will weaken
bearing way to only wrinkled and rough skin
I will love you forever.
For youth is only a state of mind
and you’ll always be young to me
my angel yet gently weathered
I will love you forever.
And with our last sunset and breath
will crossover into a land of peace
and forever harmony together
I love you forever!
1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2 He was in the beginning with God. 3 All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made. 4 In him was life, and the life was the light of men. 5 The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
~John 1:1-5 ESV
God of creation, the whole
Earth is filled with Your glory.
Nature speaks to the natural man
Enticing him to acknowledge the
Splendor only You could speak
Into existence. By Your design the
Spirit man recognizes truth.
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It was late September when she refused to confess
No redemption given the fallen Angel for her sins
Silken ebon wings will soar no more to Heaven's realm
Unrepentant, her heart has ever been and remains
Immortality was lost by lusting at her heart's betrayal
for its yearning temptation that led to her disgrace
Sentenced to roam the Earth beneath clouded skies
A defiant expression, swearing she'd never confess
Rebellious as the demon, the original father of lies
Now, she wanders alone in doldrums as if in an abyss
No spark of life around her, only silence everywhere
but not a single tear has she seemed want to shed
Her conscience may never rouse to signal her mistake
after tumbling from the grace and mercy of God
Into Hell's realm she has been tossed for offending
the Creator of all things to whom she'll not confess
On an unrighteous path she now chooses to plod
crossing the threshold of sacredness into the known
There's no escape she can accomplish through death
Crows hover and caw in evil voice but 'tis all in vain
She curses her plight without regret in every breath
This fallen angel, who foolishly made a wicked choice
Shadows shall fill the gloom until she agrees to confess
They cast a pall as if a shroud of pitch is what she wears
Celestial beauty forsaken, her transformation begins
for in reputed shame is where she is forced to reside
To wake from stygian regions, she will have to confess
her wrongdoings with a penitent heart to be forgiven
and pray that upon waves of flowing and ebbing tides
her voice He will hear and allow her to rise once more
Ever left in the cold, she walks without love in the fold
unable to quench her thirst and hunger for relief
She will mourn and grieve without the means to mend
As if Satan's spawn, she's entombed in insurrection
Her whispers are only heard by ghosts in tragic reveries
Feathers fall like Autumn leaves, for she will not confess
This foolish fallen angel, rebelliously lost her immortality
Crossed the sacred threshold, surrendering angelic rights
Shamed in stygian shadows, adamantly refuses to confess
Moonlit dancing sky,
Sharing its moments with the sea,
ripples of water follow the rhythm above,
but hold a big secret right beneath.
small
deteriorating
dark
rough – lovely orbs,
Now plays an innocent melody --
the crashing waves left behind at shore,
The melody leaves behind a treasure of its core.
the orbs nestled in the cooing of the sand,
in sight for both sky and sea.
The stars shimmer,
Towering upon the orbs,
The orbs glisten with dullness,
And the stars outshine them all,
But light is not what the stars are looking for.
Some stars fade behind the crowd,
They all shine but don’t differ in any aspect that can be found,
A relaxing sight for the eyes of a star,
Is what these orbs truly are.
A glistening creature with such dull orbs - the mermaid thought.
While wailing and reaching out to hide the orbs,
Their tail splashes and
disturbs
the harmony of ripples
on the sea's
surface,
reflected onto
the
sky.
When
the orbs –
revealed,
now flawed rhythm left behind.
Splashes of water reach their way up in the sky,
While the mermaid throws a tantrum,
The stars dim their light.
Now restless thoughts
settle gradually,
slowly,
behind the on and off of the
glistening stars of the night.
Why would such beautiful orbs go to hide? - thought the stars
Now left a disturbing melody
left for a siren and the night
There is a particular tree in the backyard that is named Thomas,
Strange that this tree and only this tree had longtime remained dormant,
All the other trees were budding and expressing fruitful promise,
Producing and flourishing with buds in the midst of foliage garment.
Many weeks it was lifeless while others were showing growth’s lineup,
If it had died, why not just cut it down and dig up the dead trunk,
Previous owner said to give it time, give it time, it would catch up,
And sure enough it did; it just had a sluggish display of *****.
Thomas was not present when Jesus appeared to three plus seven,
That was the basis for dubbing the failing plant, Thomas-the-tree,
Thomas was slow coming around to believe Jesus had risen,
As the languid tree was slow in awakening to Spring’s beauty.
Nevertheless, once Thomas has seen Jesus, he caught up quickly,
By Pentecost, he had made up for lost time hiding and shaking,
A most dedicated disciple after he revived rightly,
Bearing a witness as strong as when Thomas-the-tree awakens.
It reminds of when Jesus announced after Lazarus had died,
“Are there not twelve hours of daylight?” Said the Lord, Author of the day,
Anyone who walks in the daytime will not stumble,” He replied,
For they see by this world’s light”; so hear His word of eternal sway.
There is urgency in following Jesus, and for good reason,
Procrastinating Christians don’t get far letting their faith decline,
Thomas was a learner who showed courage in following Jesus,
He knew that time was precious, too valuable to fall behind.
Thomas-the-tree now bears foliage as full as all the other trees,
Giving encouragement that God’s grace allows us all to catch up,
Thomas-the-tree reminds that we can trust a truth to great degree,
Though there are times we fall behind, Jesus gives us time to grow up
(Inspired by a true experience of my pastor, Dr. Len Keever, Pastor of First Baptist Church, Dunn, NC, who named a tree, Thomas-the-tree)
There's a warmth you barely notice
slowly climbing up her way
the heart of life enduring
loving living light
she lifts her head
each morning
the songbird gift her tune
moving forward in attraction
the perfect hint of glory
a delicate delight
my mind most often elsewhere
in daze about the day
still she rises without expectations
enlightening the proper way
beauty can't describe her
always giving truths
in her I see the future
where nights of love do soothe
her fire red has brightened
the clouds break off their way
the sky so blue and brilliant
these moments I beg to stay
There she stands in the wisps of the billowing snow, trying so hard to ward off the inevitable, blistering chill of the cold
She is undressed in all of her sorrow and her shame, frozen like a shard of glass waiting to thaw so that she can cascade down the pane
The icicles how they have encumbered into her porcelain skin, she can’t even shed a tear they are a wanted fantasy, a release that has went amiss
Her beautiful locks of hair they lie frozen in icicle strands, masking her beauty that has paralyzed her where she stands
She can’t move, she can’t open her luscious lips to speak, her eyes do all of the talking and the secrets those piercing eyes do keep
The lies, the betrayal, all of the pain that is held within her frozen heart, she is just anticipating the end when she will finally endure the shard
The piece that will bring this frozen misery to an end, so that she can sleep in peace and dream of what once was but will never be again.
She whispers and sighs beneath the starriest skies
Dancing in the light of the moon until she cries
She gasps breaths of desire
She reflects silhouettes of dreams with a heartbeat
Praise God who captured this portrayal so complete
She beckons hope with fire
She colors the sunsets and mountains with a glow
Hues of amber, crimson and rich green for a show
She enfolds nature’s choir
She frees the inhibited and brightens their mood
Gently embracing them with beauty in the nude
She touches love higher
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