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F O R E V E R I N Y O U R E Y E S
F orests of floral passion desire converged reflections shining mirrors
O f wildest dreams come together true bidden not forbidden fruit in
R ound curvaceous mangoes cherries grapes and mutual temptation
E mbrace transcend your words unspoken colours scripted orange pink
V iolet indigo scented tapestries of sensing sensual climactic fragrance
E ver forever everlasting from that fleeting blink of splashing moments
R etrieved consoled compounded enlightenment in wet and pastel blue
I n your eyes all worries vagaries fragmentations unveil another story
N arrate two minds two souls melt and forge sensational sensations
Y our wings touch my roots and your foundations make me rock and fly
O n cotton moons of weightless lighted sensuous blends of coupled spoons
U nder floating tears of laughter sadness joy scream gently sparkling stars
R oll tease spark encourage squeeze the river delta’s flow from your spring
E mbrace your touch taste perfume the tingling waves and beautiful delight
Y our glance your entertainment of my humble offerings your frown and wink
E nshrined in bark of cinnamon and humid floral passing capturing passiflora
S hed secret secrets intellectual pheromones lost lust emotion lover’s love
12th July 2016
Magic happened on the shore of the Montezuma horizon
Two genies appeared, Mondomay and Mighizeb
Dressed in gauzy dainty chiffon, carrying two cats and a swan
They were a corpulent two, one with brown eyes, the other blue.
What wishes did you have? A new goat, sheep, donkey or calf?
People pleasers all the way, their attention made my day.
Illustrious and lovely, they had suggestions, but kept them hidden.
We are not allowed to share our ideas, even if prompted and bidden.
I told them I would have to think and Mighizeb’s face turned pink.
We might run out of wishes, said Mondomay, as he washed my dishes.
For this had been my first wish, as I despise redundant dishrag swishes.
You wasted a wish! Said my husband Mouse who now lives in his mama’s
A simple physical breath recitation
For we cannot yet call it meditation
Gently inhaling we pause at the heart
Likewise pause at crown when breath departs
Breathing thus with pause of cessation
Thoughts may come & go as of ego suggestion
We gradually lengthen the practice duration
Flow of breath regardless of thought agitation
Simply positioning attention during the voids
Alternating at heart & crown therein buoyed
What happens thus is assigning priority
Getting to the divine in stuporous simplicity
By merely performing an exercise in lengthening time
Until the divine relents and we we hear the chime
Within
Footnote:
Such is the exposition
But there is no imposition
Possibly it may not resonate
Unless thought rested we meditate
We may then thus tweak what is written
Like a spirited horse not do as bidden
Adding to this doing our own colouration
Of love seeking love via breath meditation
Why not?
11-August-2020
Thoughts are mine that I possess inside,
Thoughts no thief can purloin or borrow.
Thoughts of things that I've had to hide,
Thoughts that reoccur with each tomorrow.
Thoughts that turn to dreams at sunset,
Thoughts of thoughts that I've kept hidden.
Thoughts that bring about cold sweat,
Thoughts that came without being bidden.
Thoughts about the path in life taken,
Thoughts come of those I love each day.
Thoughts of losing them leaves me shaken,
Thoughts come of those who did not stay.
Thoughts that turn my heart toward giving,
Thoughts hydrated by the morning dew.
Thoughts each day that make life worth living,
Thoughts that are always centered on you.
Looking Hinder At 2021
(Searching Ourselves)
Written: by Miracle man
New Years Day 2022
Has your light shown brightly as God intended,
does your candle flicker or life been amended?
Whose life did you impact during this past year,
someone unknown or perhaps one you hold dear?
Has your witness been strong as earthly days waned,
Did you glorified Jesus or have you feigned?
Have you proclaimed God’s word as He has bidden,
or in your own heart have you kept it hidden?
Did you use your potential or did you try,
Or go your own way letting last year slip by?
In prayer for others, have you felt as one,
there's a Heaven to gain and a Hell to shun.
My dear Bride,
Much energy and talk go into today's relationships. And much anticipation fuels tomorrow's relationships.
But when have you heard it said, "We HAVE Yesterday?" O, I don't mean the popular love songs, but our own sweet music produced by you and me on the foundation and platform of love.
In the course of marital longevity, an extensive history slowly unfolds
that will show and tell those tales of old that have been waiting to be told. But life goes forward so rapidly as the present zaps us with 'Many Must Do's'.
Before we can answer 'present to the roll call', the bell tolls, flowing into tomorrow. We are preoccupied with today and tomorrow with very little time
for 'Yesterday'. But make no mistake, 'Yesterday will never go away' because a history text is written to which we will someday be bidden and others of us
will be smitten by the scroll.
It's a long trail about a love tale, a saga of beauty created in an age of duty. It's the history of our start, our story that we built with our own two hearts and heads. It's the romantic stage that we strutted upon to play our role, writing our story to be forever told.
May we embrace the memories, so neatly arranged and never to be changed, of the first time we met. Let's reflect upon that lump in the throat and chill in our spines, our walks along the way, the phone calls each day, the love letters, the honeymoon we wished had lasted a lifetime, the days that were never too early and the nights that never grew late, even past midnight.
And we need never worry about tomorrow that will wait for us as we treasure our 'forever love' in both the now and those history-making yesterdays.
01222019PoSoupContest, 2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 18, Mark Tony
Shut eye tired sun hidden, dark deals are bidden
Crept beneath deepening mystery
Seen by benevolent moon, blatant sins forgiven
White kindness laid table service savoury array
Ghost woven cloth spread mistily
Holds hottest options which daylight won't avail
Atop endless selections, ravenous diner imbibes
Most dishes devoured deliciously
Serene spotted moon smiled fat will never chastise
Night crumbles memory, black chocolate splinter
Kept quiet in ten hour slice of history
Melted by Summer sultry, frozen rose stem of Winter
Jovial diamond jives, moon lake ripple refraction
Dwells in water's waver inconsistently
Told lies transform to truth for short lived satisfaction
Lured by beguiling bounce, harlequin blanket swim
Brings ill considered next day ignominy
Impure intent in obscure of nuit secures sinful whim
8th December
- Wait for starlight surrender -
She was beautiful within and without,
He was handsome, there was no doubt,
Engaged to be married, they were in love,
He knew she was pure like a dove,
A shocking news - she was found carrying,
A public shame - 'twas worrying,
What could he do? He would put her away,
Silently without much delay,
That night, while he thought on these things, behold,
An angel of the Lord, he told,
"Joseph, thou son of David, do not fear
To take Mary as thy wife dear"
"What she's conceived is of the Holy Ghost,
She'll give birth to a son foremost,
Jesus will save the people from their sins",
Virgin birth fulfilment begins,
Joseph, the just man, rose up from his sleep,
He his wife decided to keep,
He did as the angel had bidden him,
They married, life was no more dim.
07.29.2020
N/A in Strand Completely New (15), any form, any theme contest
Chug-a-lug, Chug-a-lug –
no matter the fly in our
President's mug, the bug in
his thinking...my reflecting on
his ailing brain, and it's obvious
volume shrinking:
Those mindless, confusing rants,
Bidden juices-up; Psaki, drinking
without blinking – regurgitating
at deceptive White House briefings –
propaganda validated by shameless,
would-be reporters, were it not for
their obvious conscription – their
sacrificial genuflecting, having
sold their souls to the Golden Calf
of Soros wealth and tyrannical
influence –
For Progressive compliance – securing
her high place of worship in a Marxist,
Totalitarian Kingdom – Pelosi suggesting
free ice-cream be given to all, in place
of Tried-And-True, Good Old, American
Freedom –
A Harvest of Music
The orchestra gathered under the dome
Audience awaiting the pure joy to come.
Descending silence alerting the senses.
Arrive the maestro, and magic commences.
Trombone and trumpet burst forth with feeling.
Explosion of sound, set senses reeling.
Tuba and French horn now adding their voice,
Uniting as one to delight and rejoice.
Soft music flowing, a leaf in a stream,
Catching the ear in a heavenly dream,
Rising and soaring, empowered of wings,
A dream maker's touch and violin sings.
With long curving bow caressing the strings,
Hair hiding her face, an angel, she brings
The music of angels, rafters invading
Haunting blue notes from cello cascading.
Clarinet cadenza, clear fluid tones
Tugging the heartstrings, embracing the bones.
Filling the dome, ethereal splendour
Fading away, celestial wonder.
Percussion take hold, no longer hidden
Cymbals and side drum do as they're bidden,
Crashing and booming, sound finding its berth
Pulling the listener back down to the earth.
Thunderous applause with standing ovation.
The crowd full of rapture capture elation,
A feast for the soul, a prayer with no word
A harvest of music, to honour the Lord.