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“We look at spirit not at form
Our touch is gentle, kind and warm
We but reflect God’s love and light
‘Tis the path to which we conform”
Serenity of Spirit is to be invited inside,
not captured and held.
Its movements unfettered and as free
as waves crashing over the sea.
I touch them as they rush to shore,
uncontained, refusing to be restrained
like the sacred stirrings of a silent spirit.
God's light reflects across open waters.
Of its inspiring ebb and flow, I am aware
that He is everywhere... in ocean swells,
dwelling in depths of cerulean Chakra
I feel the bliss of fernweh* inside me
That distant place I cannot see
but exists at the end of the path I follow
once awakened from doubt,
where God's light and love await me.
Words are unspoken during meditation
offering adoration and solemn appeal.
It's tantamount truth I seek...
sincere belief, devotedly divined
not of the body, but in spirit and mind.
Intoxicating, the righteous realization
that God's light glows within me
with calmness when spirit is inhaled,
carrying with it the elegant essence
of a pious paradise; an Elysium Eden.
In a komorebi** moment, shadows fled
when revealed was God's grace,
His radiant presence,
and in the palpable peace I felt
my soul was filled with reverence.
My heart needed spiritual healing...
a transformation I eagerly accepted
when he planted wisdom seeds in me.
*fernwey - yearning for a distant place
**komorebi - embodies a sense of tranquility
Coy sideways glances at the man of your dreams
Holding hands in secret so nobody sees
Amazed more girls don’t act the way you do
Sex before marriage – no you want to remain pure
Total commitment to one man in your life
Even when you’re dating you remain so demure
Always ready to see some bedroom action
Never turning sex down its like some fatal attraction
Devotedly he now pursues
Chase begins with eager anticipation
His heart pounding and heavy respiration
Ardour inflamed by her beauty
She’s sublime and sexy, such a cutie
Eureka is his final thought
Dames sure are naughty when they’re caught
Written by 'JaDazzle'
Collaboration between Jan Allison & Darren Watson
14th April 2014
The poem is not written about Eileen Ghali but simply dedicated to her. She has been inspirational in encouraging us to continue our collaborative writing after she read our poem 'Bronte Inspiration'.
Beloved
within me
beneath me
beautiful, the spirit moves
soul lovingly.
Absolutely.
I'm your bride.
Beautiful. Am I
I am to you? Odor divine,
my beloved , you are to me
heavenly , a satcher of myrrh
that lies between my breast
~
Apple of my eye,
fruitful fruit of my tree.
You belong to me
a tree of my wood.
So my beloved,
you're among the soft
Under Father's shadow,
God and you great delight.
You are fruit
so sweet to my taste
I can hardly wait,
come darling embrace
the heavenly taste heavenly a satchel of myrrh
that lie between my breath.
I cherish you , my love close to my heart
~
Cherished
internally I
exquisite soul essense
Fondly, devotedly,
I am your bride.
Beautiful. Am I
I am to you aroma, holy in kind
my beloved, you are to me
heavenly a sachet of myrrh.
That lies between my breasts
come embrace
8/7/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
I have her nineteen fifties' Trifari
fine costume jewelry, which I hold dear,
since my sweet mom bequeathed it all to me;
when worn or touched, I feel her presence near.
The ritzy, sparkling rhinestone matching sets
showcased in satin-lined, faux leather case,
were treasured as high fashion; no regrets
when given as a gift of style and grace.
And too, are pearls embedded in bright gold
with settings of such intricate design.
I love to look at them, to fondle, hold
these precious pieces treasured now as mine.
I wear my mother's gems from time to time
and feel her basking in the lovely glow
that once adorned her beauty in its prime
and graced her loveliness in stylish show.
So I devotedly take tender care
of these Trifari gifts passed on to me;
her treasures shine with special love we share,
safeguarded through her cherished jewelry.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Old Jewelry or Just Old Things
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 11/06/2016
Since the1920s, Trifari has been one of the most respected and admired producers of costume jewelry in the United States. Founded in the1910s by Gustavo Trifari, the Italian-immigrant son of a Napoli goldsmith, the company has designed jewelry that’s been worn by countless high-profile clients, from Mamie Eisenhower to Madonna. Trifari costume jewelry is highly collectible today.
Tears are wet to the palate
salty to the taste --
we cannot not live without
the water...nor salt --
and their expulsion associated with
many miseries, many deaths.
My focus though is on joyful tears --
laughter that pains the
ribs in a good way, after a funny story
well told -- a child overwhelmed
by a blessed gift becoming happily
emotional. We are lacrimal in a very
poignant sense~ for what reaches the
surface, through trial and error, while
intense, outwardly drippy, is substance
of a great connecting conduit. And despite
ambient fluctuations of internal springs,
over-all life is devotedly nurtured by a
Maternal Sky~ keeping dear watch,
moistening and drying according to
the ripening needs of her children.
“Daddy, will you pray with me?” I asked him.
He sat on my bed, took hold of my hand
and prayed for me.
My pastor father....
his words rising like incense
up to the throne of grace.
I heard him plead for healing
on my behalf
and then for himself
for divine strength to carry
all of the burdens that he had.
In those sacred moments,
I could hardly breathe
as I squeezed his work worn hands…
When he whispered, “Amen”,
he brought my hand to his lips
and kissed it.
I almost cried
because I realize
that Daddy is getting old
and I cannot bear the thought
Oh, how it tugs at my heart...
the thought of losing him
“I worry about you,” he said
“You’re my only daughter!”
and after our goodnights
I’m here pouring my heart out tonight
trying to get past the lump in my throat
Because I know...
I know...
these times are precious
God chose to be known as Father
Abba….Daddy
I never had a problem
understanding the love of God
because of that term…FATHER
My earthly father
is everything a daughter could want and more
The first man I ever loved
He is honest and hardworking….
He exemplified the meaning of sacrifice
as for years he cared for my mother
wheelchair bound
unable to care for her most basic needs
due to MS
He'd feed, change, and care for her
Serving the church devotedly
Giving all he has…..
An academician...
who sometimes would pay from his pocket
when a student had no money for books
A man who would stop
to give a ride to anyone on the street
A man whose office
and home
Were always open for the weary
A man who stood for truth....
“though the heavens fall”
My father…..
My hero….
The representative
Of my heavenly FATHER!
“How deep the Father’s love for us
How vast beyond all measure.”
Father God!
Abba…Father!
My Daddy, Johnny!
Matthew 7: 9 – 11 9 “Which of you, if your son asks for bread, will give him a stone? 10 Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? 11 If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!
Submitted On January, 4, 2015
Contest: Tell Me About Your Daddy
Sonsor: Judy Konos
Thank God for waking up, for opening our eyes
Another day is at hand
filled with opportunity
perhaps a wedding band
Thank God for releasing our arms from sleep
Thank God for separating the land from the water
For giving us two legs, for letting us upright walk
…not to mention creatures who think and talk
Thank God for girding us with strength
for giving us perception
in three dimensions
height, width, and length
Thank God every minute of every day
for the countless miracles He brings our way
for our elbows, shoulders, our feet down there
for our eyes, ears, nose, mouth and hair
Thank Him profusely the day before we die
Do it devotedly ~ we’ll begin to understand ‘WHY’
As we walk towards one another
from a long distance of dare
with a stare straight into each other's soul glare
on a plateau of ancient, barren heartache,
the broken, fine diamond ground
love dry and dusty
bemoans our steps as severe moxie,
yet it's faith that motivates
our forward motion into maybe,
the wind waits not for want
as it stirs dreams from the ruins
of passion fallen short,
the ghosts of gothic romance
howl and whirl in the waste of ashen pulses,
ringed by mountains of ageless endurance
with a sky speaking rare fever
We get closer to the crucible of touch,
your scarlet gown and shawl of lip song
whipping wildly,
my mantle of sapphire sackcloth undulating
to match your confident stride,
We're feet away, the rush rises hot,
You extend your unmarried hand
into my palm of fire,
We give each other a smooth smile
because we know the price,
You give me a token of virgin time,
I hand you a blood jewel,
and suddendly the weather explodes
into a storm of burning roses...
A Widow of poetic warfare,
an Apex Princess in a shadow of love's heartbeat,
with a noble yearn
for honest caress,
weeping strongly on a living prayer,
She sends a warm teared whisper to her Love,
long away saying...
Stay with Me...
She expects not a cure or kiss,
Nightfall comes to envelope her
in soft sadness,
late after Midnight she's awoken
to a firm hand waving along her sleeping arm,
He moves her laying hair
as if it were a delicate beauty,
His lips gently touch her ear,
and He tells her...
I've never left You...
My sighs begin to trace Your borderlines
of beauty ablaze in love mania
with a charcoal ivory smoothness
as your body begins to beckon like warm tides
before the storm,
your heartbeat thunders
for a mouth to mouth kiss,
My tip glides lips tender and open,
You begin to foam sweetly,
My sighs reach your thighs,
A masterpiece enters You
with strokes true and deep...
Feel me in my silence
as I ache for your aplomb approval,
I lay alone,
afflicted with love burn,
I need You to cool me,
to handle my heart devotedly,
come up onto me, supple like,
Kiss me from above the pain and stars,
heal the scars and take me far
into your hunger,
deliver me beyond the dream,
teach me what love means -
J.A.B.
Mother Nature, you are no true mother to me,
to anybody else or to anything really.
No mother would impose such harshness, such cruelty,
no mother would ever have such a heartless lack of empathy
for anything or anybody, guilty of being helpless and weak.
Even the strong whom you favor you dicipline mercilessly and harshly,
You are a mother who displays openly your wonder and beauty,
to everyone and everybody publicly for all to see,
then abuse your children privately in an uncontrolable fury.
No Mother Nature, you are no true mother to me,
and yet this son of yours can't stop loving you
and keeps loving you more devotedly.
My friend, do you know me?
I am a Pharisee
No, not per the dictionary
Which mischaracterizes my beliefs and me
For while he keeps the tradition, it's true
A Pharisee's an ever-evolving Jew
He delves deep into the Talmud to learn the ways
to deal with the problems of the world today
Thanks to the Pharisees a Jewish-Israeli farmer
can halakhically* 'Sabbath-milk' a cow in its barn, or
devotedly observe Passover or Yom Kippur
be he in the jungle, outer space, or Kuala Lumpur
What's more, be it abortion, euthanasia or homosexuality
the Talmud treats current issues of controversiality --
A Pharisee views the times in light of the Talmud, you see
~ differentiating his faith from Hebraic-Christianity**
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* halakhically = in accordance with Jewish Law, in this case
the laws of the Sabbath
** Practitioners (for a few generations after Jesus Christ)
were known as Hebrew-Christians.