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Once again without my lover;
a cold moon is soon to be
For this I have some tension and
anxiety...
If only then I knew
that here would be a twist,
For once there was and now because...
gazing at the mist.
The moon will keep on rising,
stiff my bones become.
This weeping soul; I loved that troll,
freeze sets in; I'm numb.
Will huddle to the morning,
alone I'm here and older.
From the bites of nippy nights,
feeling so much colder.
Be still, retrace eternal grace-
the nights of making love.
So I stir with me you were...
the man unworthy of.
Thus it will keep rising,
as memories return.
Once the cold is bitter,
maybe then I'll learn.
Dear it haunts me truely,
my first, my very last.
The moon it spun- the damage done;
lost love from in the past.
Understanding a mere branding,
revising such disguising.
Never knew I'd be so blue from this
cold moon rising.
You loved me very much,
whilst laying in my bed.
For the day- I'll be OK,
now think you must be dead.
Here it did so take me-
again a night of gloom.
For me was cold- the love you told
reminiscence of thee ruin.
Somehow I must escape this;
to break the loop of woe.
For heavy is the burden,
due to weight I tow.
So looking at the future,
marriage- he's devising.
Will he miss the past of bliss,
through a cold moon rising...
22/03/19 1. Cold Moon Rising, Pick A Title, Vol. 2 - Rhyme - Poetry Contest- Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
I am a side chick
I have existed from time immemorial
In ancient times I was a prostitute
In biblical times a concubine
Otherwise known as a mistress
The other woman
She that never came home
A woman tucked away somewhere
In all centuries
I have lived on the sidelines
Docile, submissive and unsung
Pandering to sexual needs
Of wayward husbands
Though I live in obscurity
I am a legend of all times
No husbands can resist me
Some risk it all for me
I am the sword of Damocles
Hanging over every marriage
I am a shadow that follows
Men under my spell
As they keep running to me for more
From cold matrimonial beds
While I keep devising new strategies
To be their everlasting nemesis
As a dynamic legend
To remain relevant in my trade
I seek out stars and the wealthy
And transform to a baby Mama
With a permanent cheque book
And a swollen bank account
Condemn me as much as you will
Despise me as much as you can
Criticize me as irresponsible
I remain indestructible
And a global citizen
Until men and women
Live in perfect relationship
But that remains a mirage
Until then the legend lives on!
so, who is not dishonest,
right from the word go?
who put the I before promise?
it was you because I said so... from the word go
when I was nearly a child
you were almost a baby
it is not time that decides
you don't get to play me... almost a baby
almost a baby
now as the world divides
and it's all forks and knives
now I live a thousand lives
All of them tainted, I'm tainted
standing tall in my shade
you were almost a baby
ne'er had call to be afraid
Well, not until lately... almost a baby
when I was nearly a child
a'playin' knock-a-door-run
s'bold, gentle and wild
Now where has that boy gone?... knock-a-door-run
knock-a-door-run
we are now civilised
I'm the creative one
devising alibis
and I am going, I'm gone, I'm wasted
when I was nearly a child
you were almost a baby
Whoever tries to interfere
with this mystery about me:
is in for a stunning surprise,
everything deeply concealed
can't possibly be revealed!
Others will sell their soul to green,
to be in the glamorous spotlight;
and the irony, beside the folly,
never demands an apology
and be apparent in every delusional appeal,
which feeds on justification rather than sympathy:
feeling so wretched and depleted and ashamed of being seen...
And will this mystery about me
die and not be denounced with demure...
without being in a deluge of dire regret,
devising another plan and detour;
desiring of breaking free
without deviating from the main road:
to discern the importance of dignity,
and disconnect hope with dilemma and hate...
Dispirited, recurring to unpleasing choices
and dispersing the inward beauty without dismal;
disembodying my aspect of gracefulness,
to hide this mystery about me
by building a wall to ignore their call...
and will my dishonesty be rejected scornfully,
or will they understand my silence
by showing fondness and love?
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
To embrace you with blue horizon
And enfold you with starry night
Means to see through the man's devising
And by Passion to set it right.
That Life shines with galactic splendor
And arises in purple dawn
Means in Humankind to engender
Beauty that goes down to the bone.
In the foam of caressing clouds -
Like in foam of the ocean waves -
Floats Life's Essence - and the mind's doubts
Find inside them Etheric graves.
Can you hear me? Oh can you hear me -
Can the Wind from the Southern shores
Take your atoms and bring them near me
That I feel the one I Adore?
Can the air that last week caressed you -
Air that bathed you along its flight -
Bring to me Cosmic Truths which blessed you
And delight me with your sweet light?
Can the rain from Miami carried
Fall upon me and kiss my cheek
With the essence of my beloved
That I'm near to the one I seek?
Droplets! Wind! I am jealous of you
That you touch her, and I cannot -
And from gusts that come streaming from you
Wisps of Julia to me float.
Wind and clouds! Wanderers of heaven
!Flying from the South to the North -
As you Swirl, Sail, Uplift and Travel -
Bring to me my love!
Love, come forth!
And before my life will vanish
In the final glory of rays
I'll enfold you, the one I cherish,
With Horizon that I embrace.
A moonlit night sets the mood for romance
Lovers stroll on the beach, perchance to dance
Upon the shore, waves intrude
For romance, a moonlit night sets the mood
She gazes at him with eyes that adore
Waves intrude upon the shore
Passions rise to the brim
With eyes that adore, she gazes at him
Heartbeats rising, no surprise
To the brim passions rise
Moonlight gleams with love's devising
No surprise heartbeats rising
They will remember this night in their dreams
With love's devising, moonlight gleams
With tender kisses, ecstasy takes flight
In their dreams, they will remember this night
1-5-2026
August 14 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 41-44
Key Verse – Ezekiel 41:4 Then brought he me the way of the north gate before the house: and I looked, and, behold, the glory of the LORD filled the house of the LORD: and I fell upon my face.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GLORIOUS CREATOR
Lord God, You are my glorious Creator with Your perfection
Thank You for Your help toward my sanctification…
Forgive me that I fall short of Your standard holiness-specification
Please enable my determination for righteous separation.
Lord God, You are my glorious Creator with Your grace
Thank You for Your mercy toward my heart’s virtuous brace…
Forgive me that I turn against Your ways because of selfishness' embrace
Please smite my pride while I run along Christian race.
Lord God, You are my glorious Creator with Your kindness
Thank You for Your Word toward my faith’s steadfastness…
Forgive me that I neglect Your wisdom’s truthfulness
Please correct my mindset to overcome foolishness.
Lord God, You are my glorious Creator with Your victory
Thank You for Your pardon toward my triumph from guilt’s misery…
Forgive me that I forsake Your safe territory due to worldliness’ flurry
Please check my heart against vanity’s idolatry.
Lord God, You are my glorious Creator with Your blessing
Thank You for Your provisions toward my sincere praising…
Forgive me that I ignore Your warning midst deceit’s devising
Please lead my determination for servanthood-pressing.
Lord God, You are my glorious Creator with Your awesome presence
Thank You for Your guidance toward my testimony’s iridescence…
Forgive me that I minimize Your statutes due to my disobedience
Please govern my steps to follow You with joyous diligence.
Lord God, You are my glorious Creator with Your magnificent light
Thank You for Your precepts toward my divine understanding’s insight …
Forgive me that I doubt Your promises by my unbelief’s blight
Please revive my prayer life around Your fellowship’s delight.
August 14, 2023
The Rising of the Ocean
The North Atlantic Ocean's rising
Glaciers are melting as are ice caps
Global warming wants some refining.
Sadly Earth is craving devising
Planets climate is reaching climax
The North Atlantic Ocean's rising.
Humankind must do their revising
For now is the time to up the act
Global warming wants some refining.
Ensuing days are traumatising
For future generations that's fact
The North Atlantic Ocean's rising.
To breathe we so need tree investing
Too many have been felled in the past
Global warming wants some refining.
Our world badly wants redesigning
Changes brought on must be made to last
The North Atlantic Ocean's rising
Global warming wants some refining.
22nd April 2021
( Poem Form - Villanelle )
…………
It’s the Rain…
It’s the rain,
I think,
That causes a brain
To slow down
Long enough
On summer afternoons
To think with rose-colored glasses
To ponder dripping eaves
Dodging raindrops
To paint inspirations’ whisper
On misty winter windowpanes
Then sip rejuvenation
In thick stoneware mugs
Through autumn afternoons
Of early darkness
Devising sweet chocolate designs,
Plotting flight
An algorithm’s dance
Routes to reach mountaintops
Clothed with spring’s soft breath
In newborn eyes
Then
Reach for galaxies without names
Yes,
It’s the rain.
I think.
11-11-22
Contest: Inspiring Rainy Days
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Spinners twirling,
Silver swirling,
Conjured magic dinner plate.
Her eyes devising,
Hypnotizing,
Glittered, gleaming, polished slate.
She knits a dress
With silky tress,
She puts her prowess in the stitch,
And gives her guest
A lovely rest.
Her kisses halt the latent twitch.
She lays her head,
upon the thread,
and watching sky and sea and moon,
inquires whence about her prince,
and if he'll come to find her soon.
For when his gaze
upon her lays,
and legs creep onto bed and tomb,
Therewith his wife
craft pearls of life,
as he gives his to fill her womb.
Her children grow,
and briskly go,
on strings of air and brazen pride.
they sing goodbye,
and off they fly!
To calling wind, they all abide.
Her great delight
Is pale moonlight,
It makes her shining quilt unseen,
And brings a score
right to her door;
The lofty, royal silver queen.