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Proverbs is a wonderful book
telling the reader all that's true
considering it with deep thought
it makes such real sense to you
'The fear of the Lord' makes one halt
it brings you to stop in your tracks
to ponder and deeply think about God
so you question yourself about your lack
God is bigger and greater than you
being eternal before, future, and now
true knowledge begins and ends with the Lord
calling you reverently to humbly bow
The majority of this world are fools
despising wisdom and godly instruction
no matter how much God shows His love
they reject His message of spiritual resurrection
Knowledge begins with the fear of God
be sure that's your motto all your days
make life a joy in the Lord's presence
abide in God's word obey all that He says
('The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge: but fools despise wisdom and instruction.')
Proverbs 1: 7 (KJV)
the dragon's breath upon my neck that wreaks of rotten flesh that lingers
from fear to courage i un-sheath my sword laden with jewels crafted by dwarvin fingers
the sound of magic from my sword the echoeing cave walls bend
as inflations in my lungs fill up with gusts of breathless wind
the feast of my flesh or the slaying of the dragon soon shall begin
the pounding of my heart and the will to survive shall overcome my fear within
the battle begins in a darken dungeon where light shines through the fire
where skeleton upon skeleton many a knights have stood there and retired
to face an advesary so great delights in glory so desired
many have stood before the flames their souls set on fire
but a vicious thrust from hand to heart the scaley skin is pierced
severed into several parts the dragons will is fierce
but alas the mighty foe has fallen giving his magic to the slayer
and soon the temple of the knight becomes the dragons layer ;)
It's awfully quite at the end of August, placid fireflies
come out before the appearance of stars;
how tender, how beautiful are the rolling waves
in the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams!
Absorbed in deep thought, I welcome another evening of solitude
with a peace that is more perplexing and intriguing than silence;
calmness stupefies, even more than the serenity inside...
do I need friends, if I have the company of the entire universe?
Crystalline, clear water splashing and bubbling,
reaching the spot where I am profoundly thinking,
bringing a soothing feeling after a very hot afternoon...
hoping not to lose the brilliance of the dotted moon!
Tired mind, rest and refresh yourself at sunrise,
detach yourself from the constant habit of searching and creating;
release the worries and rest, let fantasy spice up your fabulous stories...
thoughts that lead to pen, to finally become liberating!
On the glistening rocks, owls hoot in hunger and start attacking their preys...
the defenseless oysters try to get back into the salty water and be safe in the seaweeds,
but they are caught by their claws, and with no strength left and blood in their eyes...
they die and their carcasses will be ripped apart and consumed by the ravens!
Stop! Enough of this ugly spectacle! Let me turn the eyes to something truly delightful;
see the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams to make this August' night really indelible!
A ship, with its thousands lights reflecting in the steady flow of the waves, is approaching;
the lighthouse's guard announces its arrival...oh, this scene is so fascinating!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
To honor the Mother America, our men and women in uniform
upheld our nation’s colors still hanging from the ruined eagle’s nest,
though it is torn to shreds, with renewed resolution for uncertain future to come.
And everyone dug the ruins to remove the mountains of debris;
some died while trying to help others, some injured while searching
for a piece of life that may still be there in the terrible toll of lives lost,
still yet, some with earnest prayer while watching TV screen.
It is the time for us all Americans, to unite under one same nation’s flag,
more than ever, it is the time to reassure and to proudly display our oneness under one same nation’s flag to the world, though we are a nation of all different races, cultures and of diversity. And now is the time to display our determination,
that we, as the peace loving people of America, will not tolerate the killing of innocent lives, which we, as the people of one great sovereign state U.S.A.
will not overlook what terrorists did to this nation.
No matter where those inhumane evildoers ensconce themselves,
we will go after them, and punish them in the name of justice.
We will return our anger on them, in the name of innocent spirits departed from us, at the time of collapse of the towers, at the time when eagle injured its wings.
We must pray earnestly however, before take up our arms.
we must give a deep thought however, before vengeance
takes its place.
Make sure that our castigation against atrocious evildoers
is not for where do they live or come from, what they do to earn
their honest living, how they look or dress, how they speak or greet one another, or even how they worship their God, but because of their evil desire and what they did to our innocent lives.
Listen! those faceless cowardly terrorists,
this beautiful country will remain on this earth forever,
in the unity of people from every corner of the world
with all different cultural backgrounds.
And with the vision that of impartiality for all
and indivisibility under one same flag, the Star-Spangled Banner.
And prosper as ever by everyone doing their fair share as a proud citizen
of this great nation, the U.S.A.
Drop dead gorgeous dark eyed bus boy chased
Peer assured status, focus of my fascination
High fiving idol guffawed and elbowed adjacent
Mates in droves, admirers in rows, dreamy Damon
Enriched to glimpse soap opera face as I boarded
From boys' school nearby, the greener gender pasture
Glance at my rolled up skirt spoke to thoughts sordid
His fleeting grin sent collapsing knees, mates' laughter
In typical teenage fashion for the times, mid nineties
Before social media blinked million comment designation
Our exchange over months limited to several niceties
Emptying bus afternoon he asked me out, supreme elation
Profile examined in mirror the evening of our due movie
Re primped the pair of socks boosting breasts non existant
Had my (only) half decent outfit chosen for past two weeks
Prospect of dating Damon held no heart slowing assistance
Uneventful night pursued, spun by overwhelming innocence
Being too naive to encourage moves, nerves running riot
Our chaeffered lifts to cinemas knew no lip warming kiss
Closely guarded phone each evening, obstinately quiet
A month later, bus reverberated his revised standards
Update explained to his mates, his tastes were narrowing
One percent of girls bore requirements Damon demanded
Variety other than curvaceous blonde, saw attention souring
Perfunctory level of awareness, lack of inner dignity
Allowed me to continue, lust bound, blindly desiring
During next year, Damon must have woken to scarcity
Blonde eligible youngsters for his affection aspiring
Mirror had become a somewhat closer companion
Make up added maturity, curves came, and confidence
Outside brick walled front of school, squinted in sun
Damon boldly suggested our courting should recommence
Sideways glance with my fiend, Suzie, enclosed chapters
Desperately I pleaded with my fifteen year old foolishness
To keep a straight face as I turned him down, lustre lacking
"I don't know, " faux deep thought, " Chance is one percent"!
2nd August 2020
Dusty Old Memories Poem Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Serenity lost in a tempestuous cloud
Wailing to the rumbling thunder
as darkened skies were painted in cinnabar.
losing its crown to the fleeting rain
Dew flooding from the gazing moon
Singing sophomore to its pitch
beat by beat, a daily homage
To the dancing audience
spilling beans, running cats
screaming of the hidden fury
Buried within the heart's rubble
furrowed its brow in deep thought.
Hot lava spiraling in the heart's core
Spritzing from its mouth
burning all along its path.
Till flow lost its source
calm the noise.
Listen to the silence.
Wrecking the pot wide
like a caldera from a collapsing crater
scars forever visible.
Within the realm of faith, a tempest swirls,
Doubt's cold mist blurs the line of pearls,
Guidance sought by souls astray,
As twisting complexity leads them faraway.
Graceful brushstrokes paint the scene,
Deep thought calls, the essence gleaned,
To roots of blurred doctrine bound,
A labyrinth of truths, a seeker's profound.
Arrogance rises, a vulture in the sky,
Its shadow casts humility, a withering sigh,
As darkness veils the gentle dove,
And night eclipses all the love.
Sin's visage, a ghastly pair,
Malice and jealousy, a fearsome snare,
Within the hearts of those once pure,
Now tainted, their faith obscured.
Love, a fading casualty, undone,
Amidst the fray of creeds outspun,
Divided by tears of doctrine's blade,
Unity, now a desperate crusade.
The aged, youth, and priests align,
United in their quest divine,
Seeking wisdom's ageless song,
A fortress built, to right the wrong.
With brushstrokes of the poet's art,
We mend the seams of love's fragile chart,
Faith and hope, once tightly bound,
To greet the morn, with trust, profound.
Each evening I sit alone in deep thought,
and stare in wonderment
at constellations without a name;
how many suns, like ours,
are invisible to these stupefied eyes...
how far are they from where I am?
To own a corner of that sky,
I should be much closer to them to shine;
and I must find me a place in this Universe,
become a star so insignificant and unashamed...
beginning to exist among their magnificence!
To go further, where astronauts are guided by stars,
I must have the indomitable spirit of Columbus
and the bold courage of David!
Each morning the resplendent sunrise
awakens me to end my imagined journey...
with consternation and demise;
my pursuit was to inevitably conquer
my fear and not relinquish any possibility...
to penetrate the depths of space
with nothing more than grace...
for a design that I was eager to declare!
To own a corner of that sky,
I must have an insuperable and indisputable faith...
with a determined purpose in mind:
so that doubts wouldn't abound and end my quest!
Writing this from the deepest part of me
she who sits on the golden sands
Here I am love at your feet
Dripping inside blood of passion
sings in your desire
Truly good morning precious smiles
A loving clear bright blue sky
Heaven's loving
Songbirds are singing
I surrender my soul o beautiful rose
sweetly in thorns yearning
Autumn leaves beginning to lose
their shades of green hue
The heather is still in beautiful blossom
A vision way outside this mind
Takes this soul away enchanting magical dreams
inside out soft echoes, silently whisper
Caressing blades of grass dew upon these fingertips
Wet from tears running down these eyes
as I rubbed the dew in deep thought
Last night I was staring upon a full moon face
Lunar vision inside the mind is now where
one begins painting
A sun with her fingers has brought it all back to me
Warmth from her sweet kiss burns deep inside
gentle soft fingers of love's beauty warmly touching
Love you give me all my reasons to live
the very same reasons I would die for
Alone you're my every breathing thought
Last night I was wishing for you
searching space among'st the stars
brightly such a vision shines all treasures
wrapped up in one most amazing gift
Finding you.re the answer to every dream
prayers wishing with the lost souls staring
crying your name into space
Joining souls together, two hearts become one
I found that paradise with you was lost
The memory of a good person is a blessing
But the thing about remembering is that you don't forget.
I remember when your name would roll of my tongue,
Now it's to the point where I can't say it without deep thought.
The memories aren't something that would be thrown around carelessly,
Because the time spent with you we could both feel the chemistry.
The history and chemistry, not just two subjects,
But what we had can fit into those classes..
Only to be described to those with a high level of intellect.
Now everything has gone back to the way it was, before we met.
Everything's a mystery, we've both let go..
This poem is dedicated to you, signed to
'My Longtime Beau'