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In the beginning, Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit.
This could have been a fruit like a date or a red apple.
It certainly was not for us to sample.
Consequently, God made animal skin robes to cover
their bodies down to their naked ankles.
The first sacrifice of a lamb was done by righteous
Abel. God accepted his offering, that he
did gladly put on the offering table.
Noah built the Ark; by grace his family
with the animals assembled. Then came
the rain floods that descended from heaven.
The Israelites blew their mouths like a
trumpet at Jericho, then the walls crumbled.
The wooden Ark of the covenant covered by gold
is a physical symbol, toward God’s spiritual
agreements.
David took a smooth stone, a big pebble
and conquered Goliath the Giant.
Man may stumble and man may tumble.
Pray always to be able, stable and humble.
Jesus took up His cup, which the Father gave
Him and never did fumbled it but did drink from it.
There are musical instruments that give
harmonious sounds for worship; some
are the piano, drums, timbral and cymbal.
People keep your body a holy temple.
Yes, the Lord Jesus Christ is our perfect
example.
To do righteousness is holiness unto God.
Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God of host.
We are in the last days. Things are going
to happen that will cause the whole earth
to rumble and tremble. God will save His
own elect from the end time crucible.
After all these things, God shall appear to
reign forever and ever in His majesty,
beauty, goodness, holiness, righteousness,
and greatness forever and ever.
Hallelujah, Amen!
To touch a tear that falls upon your heart
And feel the silent breath to which I'm wed
To know your love, caress its crumbled part
This broken dream a darkened path I dread
So dance with me before my body's bled
And cross the floor held tight between strong arms
With my need to see your smile with its charms
Tomorrow I will go, I'll not complain
As war has come to pluck and bring its harms
And bind our hearts so tight in final pain
To feel the gentle shimmer of your soul
You quietly move your hand to impart
As silent space between our eyes control
Leaves burning lasting image in my heart
In lighted dawn, I'll go when trains depart
And claim this painful sorrow I must add
To you my love, this dance a moment sad
To me, it's a memory's lasting cry
So dance with me as if your heart is glad
My eyes and lips will only say goodbye
As bombs explode and light the blackest night
I find your face to calm my darkest fear
In man-made holes, we crawl in troubled fight
When battle's hell and soldier's death is near
I try to hold my dance with you my dear
As bullets fragment in their deadly swarm
And men are hand to hand to let blood form
In scented war with visions to forget
Soldiers cry out a name in warring storm
My final breath expels from bayonet
1/12/18 contest The Magic of Three
sponsor Broken Wings
Technology advanced, men losing reins
Identity fast fading,in our shrinking globe
Faster than we gain speed and control
We write in fonts some one designed.
Wish I, for a letter from that old sling bag
A fulfillment as I hear the postman’s bell
As the waiting turns to delightful throbs
When I open to your sweet words of love.
The smell gathered by a long trail in days
The little crumbled envelope that I hold
First to my heart and to the lips as I behold
Then open slowly not to tear your words.
Your words flow sweetly to my heart to stay
I can see your lips whispering to its depth
Echoing pain in each word that 'am far away
Each word warming my cold anxious mind.
Waking to the realm of your abundant love
Soul rekindles seeing mark of your hand-
Imprinted those sweet words love guided
Dancing before my eyes with lively steps.
I could know the depth of your concern
As I see the stains of the tears that blot
Between the lines you tried so badly hide
And my love , easily you could make me cry.
Than these e mails missing your very touch.
Auntie Val dunked a chocolate digestive in her tea
And began telling me of how, at the end of each week,
She and the girls would leave the rhythm and the sound
Of the factory floor at the call of the Bournville sirens,
To go get first dibs from the Cadbury discounted store.
A privilege for the workers to get seconds and imperfections
In a myriad of confections, in the 1980’s
When the company wasted not what they wanted not,
The lucky dip of broken biscuits
Huddled in their cellophane clear bags tied at the top,
Clipped.
A medley of Cadbury bourbons,
A jungle of jumbled Cadbury animals,
And chocolate fingers,
Fractured.
Manufactured treats of the bittersweet factory rejects.
Auntie Val told me of her friend, Linda -
How she'd waved goodbye to her,
A “ta-ra-a-bit” to her as she got on the bus,
In a floral print shift dress,
Worn.
Linda clutching her bag of biscuits with crumbled edges,
Homeward bound.
With her hopeful tokens to heal trusts that were broken,
Words that should have remained unspoken,
If only Linda could have had sight beyond the veil of her wedding,
That when alone together,
Her milk tray handsome man,
Who promised her roses,
Set her far heart aflame,
Was cold and deceitful, no hero,
No shame.
Auntie Val said, “But then that was our Linda,
Who in her foolish wisdom, thought of him as her only option -
A Dairy Milk girl wrapped in romantic fiction,
Forever, a glass and a half full.”
When in the hued horizon the crimson sun rose
I saw you flash across my dew latticed meadow
Chromatic glare of dawn flushed your satin face
On flow of time the ripples of my moments froze.
The glint of your seraphic eyes glistered on me
Filled the void of my yearning with your grace
Before like a spritely butterfly you could fly away
Leaving me in the debris of crumbled ecstasy.
On the wings of desire my heart soared up high
Floated across the silver-lined clouds of dismay
Dreams behind portals of rainbow I won’t close
Until my yearning could fly in your sapphire sky.
Whenever I’d plunge in the deep abyss of blue
The fleeting glow of your face I’d seek to view
Through the grey haze of despair it’d take me to
The sunburst horizon where I’d surely find you.
February : 23, 2020
Rhyme : abca, dced, feaf, gggg
Contest : All Yours (Mar 6)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
I swallowed my tears, as he walked away
I held on to life with a breath,
I crumbled like sand,swept away with the wind
Still, my body was too heavy to lift.
I took a deep breath, and listened with disbelief
As the tears bundled up in my throat.
I had a small tear, in the corner of my eye,
And on my tears began to choke.
I felt I could breath, no more from inside
And fell to my knees to pray,
I couldn't hold back these tears, I must cry,
As the doctor told me what he had to say.
Your wife styruggled hard, and the baby is here,
A new baby boy to call your own.
But your wife so fragile, fell so weak
Three strong breathes, and she passed on.
As she gasp one last breath, and
She spoke those words so clear,
Kiss daddy for me now, I love you both,
I'm sorry your mommy won't be here.
Half empty love, a bitter truth,
A tale of pain and love uncouth,
Of relations that failed to last,
Of hearts that shattered like broken glass.
Flipped coins and cents of life,
A gamble that caused us strife,
A love that promised joy and bliss,
Now just a memory that we miss.
We thought we had it all,
A love that would never fall,
But soon it crumbled to the ground,
A painful ending that left us bound.
Back-stabbing and hurtful words,
A love that flew away like birds,
A trust that was broken and betrayed,
A love that died, and memories fade.
Now we're left with half-empty hearts,
Trying to make sense of broken parts,
Wondering if love was ever true,
Or just a dream we once pursued.
But through the pain, we'll find a way,
To love again, and see a brighter day,
To learn from past mistakes and strife,
And find a love that's worth the flip of life.
I stand in awe.
I watch in amazement.
You're a cirque du soleil performer,
A contortionist.
I watch you bend and twist,
Until you turn into this brute.
This beast.
This monster before me.
You warp your words until all trace of love has crumbled and fallen through the cracks in the foundation.
This love feels empty.
You say I'm horrible, I'm a b*tch all the time.
You don't understand that you have changed me.
You have broken me down until the shards of who I was end up cutting you when you press your hands against me to push me around.
I stand in awe,
That I let this happen.
That I allowed myself to believe I deserved this.
And it amazes me,
That I truly love you.
I have stood the test of this abuse,
And the love I always felt for you remains.
I hurt when you hurt.
I want nothing more than for you to be happy.
I am full of love and forgiveness for you;
But you never offered me the same.
I love you so unconditionally that I allowed this to be my life for more than half a decade.
However;
I learned that I didn't deserve this.
I never deserved to be called names.
I never deserved to have to hide from you.
I never deserved the rejection,
I never deserved to feel you strike me.
I never deserved the bruises.
I never deserved the tears.
I never deserved to be so confused.
I never deserved to live in fear.
I do not know why I love you.
I don't need to know right now.
What I have to do,
Is learn to love myself the way I love you.
I want to be in awe of how far I've come,
But I know I cannot.
Not if I am traveling with you.
You held everything together when it seemed everything was crumbling down.
If it's any consultation I'll be the first to admit.
I miss you with everything I have in me.
It's not that beautiful face or the body that accompanies it.
It's those huge eyes that I could stare into forever.
With all the time we've spent with each other.
As the time we spend far from each other.
I miss the goofy big haired girl that always made me laugh.
The wit to fall in love with someone like me.
The things I reveal in braille.
You took every part of me and wore me with your look.
Your fashionista sensibility.
You make the simplest of anything that much better.
I grew accustom to those moments.
The moments I never sought in anyone else.
I could never look at anyone the way I looked at you.
Eccentric and fun.
A model that rips the runway of my eye.
A pretty face that made every idea that much brighter.
It was always the sincerity of how you looked at everything.
From your hair.
Your smile.
I miss that.
The precious feeling when I'd hold you in my arms.
The need to protect something as precious as you.
Life makes the simplest of anything complicated.
I sought to protect and cherish you with everything I have.
My heart in love with everything you are.
You irk me, you irritate me. You press my every right button.
Most of all I could never look at another woman the way that I've looked at you.
The reasons I miss you, that I love you so.
You changed my perspective of what love is.
I irritate you for the beauty found in those moments.
To miss a flight and spend just a second more.
Forgetting the public eye, to fade off.
The things we keep between you and I.
Your sense of humor.
Your tongue against the side of my neck.
We've shared pieces of ourselves that I know deep down we wish we could take back.
But all the money in the world couldn't make any other moment that more important.
Pride aside, I left the best part of me with you.
If I could do it all again I wouldn't change a thing.
You inspire me without solemn apology.
Because of you I am different.
The quality of how special you are.
Deep down I crumbled.
You inspired me to find the beauty in the rubble
Oppressive bells that tolls beyond descript
Oppressive walls with eyes that weary not;
Beyond my measure, Shame that runs adrift
That need not be existing—like the dot,
Nor this behooveth not, expanding skies
Alive, unmoving trinity, aloof—
Aground and mired again, in age, the cries
That swing sideways, a pendulum's shamed proof!
In mourning's cauldron, flow within its reach
And sideways swinging, heavy brass adored.
So heavy tolling--snapping rope—a breach,
Set loose beyond descript, which was long scored;
Unpeeling grey and gold, in pieces fell,
All crumbled—Gone—the vacance, free to sell.