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One cannot reach and grasp them
pluck them from a dark branch of sky
shake the mystical glitters loose to rain
down heavenly treasures of knowledge
perhaps such contents should remain translated
only by the languages of prayers and wishes --
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Guardians of planet secrets --
light years apart by design,
some creation logic to great
distances I imagine
on our very own earth
often alien to neighbors --
fences and walls as those
regions of mysterious, isolated
space --
would be wise -- for science matures --
make note of knocking before we celestially enter
maybe the Gods know best?
Amidst fuel crisis that makes us down
God’s merciful ears are never shut down
Ready with His power to reach us down
Fortifying faith from being knocked down
Though miserably tempted to slow down.
Vanquishing attacks of reproaching doubt
Our souls desperately persist to hide pout
While cheered up by the Lord’s exhorting shout
For tenacious triumph against gloom’s bout.
We thank the Almighty Who grants great grace
Along ceaseless heavenly greeting rays
Warming our hearts to offer worship praise.
Beyond engulfing panic shines peace-light
Of care and sharing with prayer delight…
Our faith exalts* Christ in His supreme reign.
Bountiful blessings indeed pouring down
Celestially flowing with no time-out
Guaranteed devoid of scarcity’s trace
Driving us above mediocrity-flight
Propelled by His hand for stewardship gain.
*Psalm 34:3 O magnify the LORD with me, and let us exalt his name together.
April 14, 2020
Honorable Mention, "Minuanetta Poems" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet; judged on 4/23/2020.
That rambling castle across the landscape bewitched my heart
As though divinity has signed, gorgeous is its art.
Are the cherubims relaxing, spreading out their legs and hands?
Are these archaic, ornate boulders on mountainous strands?
Cave-like, carved curvy corridors crookedly coil around
Vertical and horizontal length, width, and depth rebound
Celestially thrill-filled, airy arrays in sunlit style
Are Hephaestus and Athena spreading a sapphire smile?
Points, lines, planes, volumes, and magnitude speak tonnes of volumes.
Are these flawless frills and folds parts of angelic costumes?
Gloriously intricate, cosy carvings, and wide wings
Brim-fill with cosmically grace-filled mimetic mouldings
These sprawling, spreading, sturdy structures seem to symbolise
Incomprehensibly divine marvels that synthesise
Short, long, sharp, and blunt; straight and twisted mortal existence
That draws, from the spiritual source, its soul sustenance.
Along the boat dock I strut toward you,
with my hips entranced in a ready sway.
My eyes are enthralled with each painted hue,
as your figure glistens like a sun ray.
Your outstretched body calls for conquering,
joining nightfall, surrendering to set.
Your essence graces the playful blurring
of the water body's edge, calm and wet.
Brush stroke skin, glowing bright with enticement
silently beseeches, pleads for my touch.
Jiving fingers reach, celestially sent.
Your heavenly body throbs in my clutch.
As this lakeside sunset is descending,
each twinkle hastens our hopeful blending.
11-6-19
I find delight in poetry and math.
I like to follow intuition's path.
In the beginning, I pick up a scent.
In the end, no one knows what I meant.
There is more to life than meets the eye.
Nature's beauty makes us wonder why.
In math and poetry, I can explore
To find creation's essence and its core.
The symmetry found within a flower
Wields a seductive, enchanting power.
A mathematician or a poet
Makes his sacred goal to truly know it.
Fibonacci's sequence expressed in plants,
Pythagorean tuning, Gregorian chants,
Hyperbolic orbits, traced celestially
Have no need for poetic hyperbole.
Life can be a puzzle or mystery.
This poet/math student's eyes try to see.
I know less than a percent and a half,
While God, upstairs, has Him/Herself a laugh.
In poems, tears flow from my eyes like a fount -
Since you left me, an ocean is the amount -
And I would sure like to live without 'em,
But the math's not done until I count 'em.
A promise should never remain silent.
In pursuit of our principal pledge -
I ponder her secret garden,
within the province of our paradise.
For her love is
an Utopian secret supernova,
shining celestially -
through a canopy of olive leaves.
Where I hope to stand motionless,
lost in her redolent radiance
so my soul searches
for the path of plum slate and
golden stepping stones, leading to her
idyllic untouched flower garden.
Admiring evocative vibrant petals,
wishing to float like a million butterflies,
breathing blissful blessings -
upon balmy bewitching blossoms
I shall surround myself in her artistry,
enchanted with her ethereal tranquility.
Love remains secure within her elusive oyster.
My ink will emulate a million subtle reflections,
until reunited with my precious opulent pearl.
Simple Musing
Silent One
31 May 2020
Why
I query my inner soul
Is it an abomination
To cherish a tender
And loving partner
In an amorous
relationship?
Why
I query me
Is it that life
Is but a home
Of struggle unending
For the faithful
lovers?
Why
Again I query me
Is it that lovers can't
But face unending
Yearnings and
yellings
In the face of selfish
taste and passion?
Why
Me I query once
again
Do we attempt
ceaselessly
To quench the
undying flame
Of lasting affection
amorous
Between celestially
joined lovers?
Why
I query me once more
Can't we replace
The scorn we have
for love
With flowers that
bloom
All year and season
round?
Why
I query me again
Do lovers bamboozle
each other
With barrages of lies.
And not straight
And truths unending?
Written: January 26, 2024
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Rumi Quote ("Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because, for those who love with heart and soul, there is no such thing as separation.")
All beings carry an inner flame, a divine spark,
Our goal is to allow light to shine within dark.
Everyone has a stiff gift, talent, or skill to share,
Serving others makes our souls elysian to dare.
Acts of love and caring could offer us delight,
By exhibiting warmth, not schist and phyllite.
It is our collective effort to improve life-earth,
When our soul's task is what drives us to birth,
We feel content and halcyon in our actual sense,
We are aware that we are shifting our presence.
Beyond everything else, this ought to be crucial,
Aversely relishing awards of hustle for frugal.
Spirit is a passenger on an arduous path,
An odyssey spanning countless sides of wrath.
Soul grows and evolves with its realness,
And draws nearer to its trustworthy purpose.
Spirit vision is to testify that it is divine,
To meld in a sumptuous root, letting it shine.
Doing so implies soul concedes vanity,
And wholeheartedly embrace its core chirality.
Embracing an ethereal embedded element,
Fulfill fair function, fixing forthright firmament.
Realizing we're not the dreaming dual drama,
Bilocation hints to grasp a restive soul's lama.
The path of a spirit can be filled with faintness,
Yet it regularly bestows layers of greatness.
Following death, psyche gains fresh insight,
It blooms and grows in power and oblivion rite.
Spirit will ultimately fulfill its destiny,
And shall be united with its roots celestially.
But, in any case, the soul persists in its path,
Expanding and maturing with every wrath.
Now, before my sister
feels cheated
I have to drop for her
some lines belated!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
As into matrimony you
go,
Peace and subtlety you
go with I know!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
The things that make
him in you happy
I pray will not by HIS
grace become flappy!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
Your best behaviours
and religion
Made him stay by you
far like a legion!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
Celestially destined you
are for him
Terestrially forever
you will be with him!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
Space and time again
will hamper I
So, I have to stop with
a teary eye!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
Barakah and Sakinah to
him you shall be
Aljanat, not hell to you,
he shall be!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
With faith’s ears, perchance magnified celestially
I’m delighted with His divine whispers…
…echoing eternal love
wafting forever and ever assurance
defying madness and folly of Cupid’s magic darts.
Beyond the unforgettable romantic encounter
that flutters ephemeral affections
my genuine love affair with the Source of compassion
is sealed with eternal covenant
when I accepted His offered life-building relationship
freeing me from the dank prison cell of deathless sinfulness.
Heavenly appointed indeed was our spiritual meeting
never a rendezvous of mere happenstance
since that time, my born-again experience God commenced
as Author* of my everlasting triumph
stamped with His granted redemption, devoid of doubts’ daub.
*Hebrews 12:2 “Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith…”
February 12, 2019
1st place, "END FEB 2019, ANY FORM, ANY THEME..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/24/2019.