Long Blemishes Poems
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O river of moon roses
ferry me home....
I weep in quivering quiescence
like a weathered wild petal~
healing and hurting
in my p o e t i c recluse..
perhaps there is no word
to depict your thunder-struck garden
as breathless stars
shiver in solitude
tasting the pulse of betrayal
from the veins of grieving gravels…
I ponder ~ must I brush
skin of dusk
with angst of dawn
believe in self-spun delusions,
and drown in dahlia deception?
I have known truth as a masked lie
fed from familiar hands
of superficial solace...
I trusted the darker face of twilight
oblivious to the
sage flickering within...
following the fading silver
of the fickle Luna~
a willing mistress
to ethereal torment…
forgive me
I have no adjectives nor rhyme
left to right the love turned cold
I wove across
hyacinth horizon
that
feels not silent sighs
remember
you'll search for my silhouette
in valleys of vain violets
wicked-white winds
when the sun blemishes the sky
with colors of
ice-blue
r e v e r i e s
O dream-weaver
soul-kisser....
She stood there in all her naked beauty,
the man approached her with reverence,
as he stood in front of her drinking in
her exquisite womanhood with awe struck wonder.
Gently he runs his fingers up and down her
searching out her body and crevices.
Pausing here and there lightly stroking
finding her hidden imperfections.
Taking out his hammer and chisel
he gently chips away her blemishes.
Smoothing the marble surface as he goes.
At last satisfied he stands back admiringly.
She glows in the fading sunlight,
seeming to come to life as dusk falls.
the sculptor sighs with pleasure.
It was worth the many hours of work
I will rise!
Dark clouds cover the sky,
I see illuminating sun-rays in the vermillion horizon,
It's calm, it's peaceful, it's reassuring,
I will rise!
I will rise above the scorched grasses,
I will rise above the bare branches,
I will rise above the brown barks,
I will rise!
I led a perfect woman's life,
A woman's life with no blemishes,
sheltered, protected, and behind the curtains,
making all the sacrifices so others can thrive.
It's my moment to rise,
And I will not let it go,
I will not give up.
I will follow the sun, I will follow the moon,
Every leaf, every blade around me,
will inspire me
to rise above the trivialities,
I will come back renewed every time I am crushed,
to prove my life is precious,
I was born with a purpose!
Posted on May 24, 2020
Despondent, she stares at the mirror,
hoping to see the girl of her youth.
And yet, aging has weathered her skin,
and the sun's harsh light confirms the truth.
Wrinkles, masked by a coat of makeup,
she touches up, whatever's peeling.
And the false face staring back at her
reflects the distress she is feeling.
A dab of powder fills in crow's feet,
a rosy rouge brings her cheekbones back.
And the bags under her eyes get smoothed,
while mascara lashes are brushed black.
Red lips complete the porcelain doll,
while all her blemishes disappear.
And once more, she transforms her image;
hiding years behind a thin veneer.
What I value most in my life is the bliss of being born
into a happy family with caring mom and dad.
It set the foundation for me to grow wholesome,
with basic values and a high moral code.
I am a happy wife and mother, the queen of my home,
a teacher from hilt to heel and I proudly wear that title.
Endowed with commitment, I try to do things as best as I can,
and I believe, staying in and out beautiful is vital.
As I can’t hide my sensitivity, people take me for a weakling
Sometimes, I can’t put enough, as fear of losing
takes a defeatist hold over me to the point of dejection,
and between action and inaction, I keep oscillating.
It gets in my way of success that never can I be a champion.
As a poet, sometimes I feel my pen runs out of ink.
It frustrates me that often I contemplate on quitting the scene.
Though not diffident, at times, into self- doubt I sink.
With all blemishes, I feel, I am yet to see the best in life.
Though I trip and fall, hope to stand up the next moment.
I keep bettering myself that I am a work in progress.
Before my life ends, I am hopeful of atonement.
As my days are waning, what I pray is to have a peaceful end,
with a feeling of contentment that I have left the world
as a blessing, brightening myself and many lives around,
leaving sweet memories behind that my dear ones love to hold.
Loving you like the wind, blowing
Through my mind like a melody
The tune mesmerizing like that of hues
Too the rays shine without calamity
My precious mind thoughts lingering
I see a ponder over thus thee reality
Picking up posies - smelling the roses
It's in the air - I too then breathe
Creativity
Puts a damper on a soul indeed
When you are full of broken promises
I adored what we had it flattered me
I am infatuated but it too blemishes
Waking each dew morn - I drink the water
My mind breathing in and clear inside
Dreams often shatter upon awake
My arms I seek for opportunity of wide
The hues of the rays yes mesmerized me Melodies created to the beat of the cleft
Picking up the posies - smelling the roses
Is exactly only that, that I have left.
February 8 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 22-23
Key Verse – Leviticus 22:32 Neither shall ye profane my holy name; but I will be hallowed among the children of Israel: I am the LORD which hallow you.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO HALLOWS US
Praise be to God for hallowing us from:
Blemishes of sinfulness
Blindness of selfishness
Brokenness of shame
Barrenness of suffering
Bruises of sarcasm
Beliefs of skepticism
Binding of sorrow
Leviticus 23:13 Praise be to the Lord Who provides
for our sweet-savoured offerings unto Him so:
Generously bountiful with bonuses
Graciously blessed against blight
Grandly beauteous by His bestowment
Greatly beneficial toward life-building
Gladly branded as best
Leviticus 23:40 Praise be to the Saviour Who wants us
to rejoice before Him since we are:
Adopted as His own children
Accepted in His sanctified congregation
Approved for His service-consecration
Allowed in His ministerial cooperation
Assured of His heavenly calling. Amen!
February 8, 2024
He asked, in Gethsemane, if there's another way
If sin can be recompensed without His blood to pay
But silence answered as He prayed
The world held its tongue, as if to say
"There is no other way."
The narrow road that stretched ahead
Was paved by the ugly sting of death
That drew His blood at every tread
And thorns of sin, and guilt, and dread
He took it all upon His head
We all have blemishes we try to hide
Cruel vices that cannot be justified
A hurtful thought, or word, or deed
Virtues stained by pride and greed
These, all of us must guilty plead
But Justice calls to lay by His side
Redeemed by the blood of the crucified
He bore our shame to give us grace
And crown us victors of the race
Now I can’t help but stand amazed
He’s filled my heart, full of His praise
A woman gives birth to a new life.
She is not just a 'woman'
But also a mother, a companion, a spouse,
A sister and, a survivor to the end.
We never value her, respect her
Ask her concerns and care for her
We never wipe away her tears,
As they are imperceptible as air.
She works, cooks and cleans
She chuckles, helps comfort,
Yet, she never complains
And shrouds her agony.
At the point when you battle in your life
She helps to get you through
This is HER and what do we do?
Grumble and make a wreck
Give her pressure,
And leave her feeling discouraged.
We push her away
And overlook her exhortation
Reveal to her she isn't anything
Without a man
She was assaulted, tormented
And mishandled by the world
Told her she is nothing
And would be continuously utilized
Only for joy and pleasure
She bites the bullet, puts her sentiments aside
Does as you need altogether for you to be free
Overlooks your obliviousness
And endures your blemishes
You call her a scraper and vagrant
You call her with slang names
But she answers with satisfaction and pride
With a total loss of self
You call her nothing
But I call her solid, keen, erotic, mindful
Yet giving, enduring, lenient and amazing
And I call her WOMAN!
Tossed into the stormy ocean
when life struck another blow
brined, devoid of all emotion
lost child from Land of Goshen
drowning in the ebb and flow
dragged to depths by undertow
Blind eyes were opened to the past
of stains, blemishes carried long
feint with sorrow, my fate cast
gasping for air, I breathed my last
Lyrics pealed from Savior's song
absolving me for rebellious wrongs
Gentle hands touched my feet
binding chains of sin were broken
Satan bellowed and roared in defeat
"Taste blood's wine until replete."
Was the Son of God who had spoken
to me on the beach when I had woken
Life rescued by the kind mercy of Him
cleansed when I'd been washed ashore
He whispered to me, "You can swim."
Angelic voices rose in requiem
Echoes from above, then nothing more
Naked, but for the robe of white I wore
April 21st, 2017