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Warm water cleans my soiled body.
Viewing a naked woman, I stand.
Washing me and overlooking my sin,
“Look, our bodies are beautiful.”
Angels were given beauty as this.
Muses aspired for beauty as pure as this.
Love never arouse above this mark.
Etched in my mind forever: Your beauty and love
If ever I saw your face: I saw true beauty.
If ever I saw the face of your mother:
Spring of beauty I beheld.
If ever I saw your children: Deltas of love I realized.
Engravings of this depth are not meant to be matched.
Visions lovely and sweetly remembered
are the calibrations of those to come.
A lifetime is satiated with one.
Never did I seek a rival
For even gold is matched only by silver.
Yet forth she did spring, erupting from within,
arising in front of me.
Surprising me with this arrival,
Her coming was unsolicited.
Her beauty was the same I knew.
Love poured out from Her soul so naturally, so kindly.
Beckoning me, reaching for me,
“Daddy come with me.”
Beauty even more powerful than I had ever experienced.
Even more rare was Her love.
Matching and surpassing all that I knew.
Summoning the very mark of beauty I held so true.
Displaying her innocent love
I was overcome.
True was Her beauty as the Spring of Your mother.
Pure was her love as the Deltas of Your children.
Heavenly beauty I see in her face as I see in Your face.
Powerful, gentle, loving and kind:
She is as You Aunt Elaine
Frozen In Time - Grave Etchings On Their Faces - Nearly Fossilized Engravings
When words are hard to find
When gravity gets in the way
Never call them wrinkles in mixed company
Lines form deep canyons over time in secret
History becomes the past as you grow older
Some words are hard to swallow
Some things are better left unsaid
Old men come from the past
Flow down the river with it into yesterday
Some things are better left unsaid
In ancient circles it is tradition
But circles under the eyes
Heads hung lower than the human race
Speak volumes
Say everything worth mentioning
Feet never touch the ground when telling stories
Loftier heights must be reached if only in futility
Worn out by time with sunken eyes cried out
Nearly fossilized, grave etchings on their faces
Dark and sinuous in their hidden messaging
Their feet never reach the ground as men remembered
At least not until tomorrow should they wake again
How can that be with all that weight of history
Heads hung lower than the human race
Time is never on your side when speaking of the past
With grave thoughts and gravity etched on their faces
Doth if not thrill thee, Poet,
Dead and dust though thy art,
To feel how I press thy singing
Close to my heart?
By Richard Le Gallienne
(The Passionate Reader To His Poet)
O greatest father of poetry
To you I dedicate this write
All through human history
Your poems showed the light
The Lamb paved the way
Of divinity and glory
In the little child’s heart lay
Truth and purity
In Tyger you portrayed
The might of a beautiful being
The part that Almighty played
In forming this mysterious thing
Your life-like engravings
And the world of images
Your sensitive etching
Every poet praises
In school I first met you
Through pages of a textbook
And with you my imagination flew
When the path of poetry I took
Your simple words and feelings
Your spirituality and devotion
My muse you brought meaning
And a channel for my emotion
Her persona is like
a portrait
of picturesque perfection,
embalmed in
bittersweet lavender,
unseen within depths
of tributaries of elixir.
If only they knew
the chaos that flows,
constrained in
a confined
gallery of grief.
Not everyone is
a master painter.
Some brush with brutal
bruised strokes,
provoking timeless
streams of
implicit secrets,
from crimson stains
on ivory satin,
where scents of juniper
evoke phases of
unpredicted phenomenons,
oblivious to chronicles
of forsaken tales,
which hide
beneath barriers,
many have struggled
to venture within.
But there is an artist
with a
pastel on his palette,
that can correct
her disfigured pigment.
He holds cryptic
calligraphic engravings,
veiled behind the inflamed
chamber of her heart.
He understands that her
spirit drowns when
winds are forceful.
How her
delicateness has
been sleeping
on withered roses,
wilted by
cruelest rays of a
summer
mourning
morning star,
Where bedtime stories
were puppeteered
by hurricanes
feeding on
fenceless vulnerabilities.
yet when
sleepless silence sings,
it can disturb
in reverberating
heavy metal screams.
So she echoes her trauma
through hurtful hisses,
poisoning with
vicious venom.
Her aura alters in
acrimonious attitudes
from serene sunshine
to furious gales.
She remains without
a grip on untamable
seasons of
unholy torture,
Only he knows the poem
in her eyes is the
last train home,
so he calms her
tempest temperament,
enabling hidden rainbows
in her mind to reappear.
He is a soothing
gemini night-flower,
even with outcries
of midnight thunder,
his patience resembles
raining jasmine water,
purifying
her murky waters,
into a crystallised milky-way
of kyanite desires,
guiding her
to swirl and swoon
into
whirlwinds of closure.
January 31 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 39-40
Key Verse – Exodus 39:30 And they made the plate of the holy crown of pure gold, and wrote upon it a writing, like to the engravings of a signet, HOLINESS TO THE LORD.
HEART THAT SEEKS THE HOLINESS OF THE LORD
Our heart seeks the holiness of the Lord midst His presence
Upon assured salvation along spiritual growth’s essence
Against hindrances due to worldliness’ iridescence
So that we can walk on paths of righteous fluorescence.
Our heart seeks the holiness of the Lord midst His commandment
Upon sanctification-purged prayer engagement
Against distractions due to personal business’ entanglement
So that we can benefit from His great fellowship’s divine endowment.
Our heart seeks the holiness of the Lord midst His wise instruction
Upon doctrines toward truth’s application
Against unbelief due to lack of discretion and circumspection
So that we can mature in Bible principles for our steadfast conviction.
Our heart seeks the holiness of the Lord midst His eyes
Upon triumphant vision in His perfect will’s paradise
Against obscurity due to materialism with its carnality-disguise
So that we can focus on His precepts for our faith to increase and rise.
Our heart seeks the holiness of the Lord midst His guidance
Upon faithful stewardship full of blessings’ abundance
Against struggles due to pride and selfishness’ attendance
So that we can strive for His approval along carnality’s avoidance.
Our heart seeks the holiness of the Lord midst His victory
Upon grateful praises of worship’s glory
Against hardships due to attacks of sin-caused misery
So that we can succeed by His grace in sharing His Gospel story.
Our heart seeks the holiness of the Lord midst His light
Upon humble submission toward divine flight
Against temptations trying to stain testimony with error-blight
So that we can pray fervently in His might.
January 31, 2026
If the power of the mystery of Existence
And life
Did whisper truth to my ears
Why, it would seem that the one to save my soul
Is just a heartbeat away!
Yes, for my cause, he fell
From the abode of grace and stability
For my love
He accepted to let go of his ruling ego
And he did, so subtly,
Infiltrate into my own macrocosm
To totally submerge my ethos
With the many butterflies swirling
In mad ecstatic glee in his own microcosm!
Why, it would seem that he holds the key
To the padlock of my heart
It would seem that he knows how to take me
There, to that land found beyond the clouds
There, from where we fell
There, the abode all earthlings yearn for
There, where we shall go after our journey ends here!
Pray, if only, if only I could be given an entry point
Into his heart
I would have read and noted all the engravings
Found on the walls thereof
And I would have made of them, the stories of our lives!
Yes, if only I could let my senses be submerged in
The engulfing essence therein
I would have penned more elevating words of poetry
Pray, if I could just wriggle myself in
Propelled by a warm touch and by an equivalent desire
Why, I could have created for us,
An abode on Earth, same as the one from which we fell
To allow us both
To live in sooth and to make of our stay
Worthy of being humanity's love's balm!
Why, to allow the taste of my savior's rapture
To stay forever imprinted in the very depth of my soul
I shall even renounce the world
Yes, for, of what use is a temporary and fluctuating world
When the glory of eternity shines forth!
For Contest Let me Into Your Heart
Written on 16 August 2017
The path that we must follow is everywhere
God has laid it out before throughout
our broken dreams and unlived lives beware
all written in his book in each account
hopes and dreams of long lost ancestors
brought to light by spiritual awakening a
Illusions of our mind geared by jesters
in boundless space our soul drums strengthen
We we are grounded in our bodies empty
always looking for our desired cravings
years go by collecting fragments plenty
finding oneness in photo engravings
no longer a nightmare the heart's rejoiced
our sincere thanks to you who stayed unvoiced
Grave Yards
A walk into the grave yard of my memories hoard.
Life’s journeys, experiences, recollections are stored.
Tombstones lay in wait, years have eroded the engravings,
Nothing left of excursions but dust upon thoughts one is saving.
Difficult to recall, especially in old age, all that has been written
upon the pages of my history books, stories of having been smitten
during life and so long ago, memories to let go of, memories to behold,
of many relationship, platonic, meaningful, friendships forever to hold,
laying within files, in the deep, dark depths of my memories reserve.
I have to wonder, as time slips by, just how many I will preserve
during what years are left to this old soul, that will come to consciousness
and how many will live on, enlighten, brighten, or become forgetfulness.
B. J. “A ” 2
May 6th, 2022
Dedicated to a Lover, from so far away and four plus decades ago.
A Friend, for forty eight years who is shrouded by the devastation of dementia .
Steampunk Stella woke up in the thick of an alternative world.
Colorful mechanical flowers were dancing and singing.
The gold band on her top hat changed a gorgeous fuchsia pink
orange poppies and fancy golden engravings adorned it now
her dress had changed from black to a marvelous seafoam turquoise
gold trim at the bottom was new, as was the ornate embroidery.
where was she? she blinked her eyes a few times,
This was no dream; it was magi world, and she was a key player
a marching band went by; the drummer was insanely loud and clever.
people began cheering from rooftops, and there were lots of them.
She felt a kinship to this place; without knowing why or how.
a toad wearing a monocle hopped up and gave a distinguished bow.
you are our honored guest, we have to fly up to the clock tower now.
no idea what it meant, but her boots took a leap and she was flying
She landed on a balcony surrounded by hanging clocks.
The mayor congratulated her on her ginger locks.
I do not have red hair, she argued, so he showed her a mirror.
Her entire face had changed, she was amazed that she was beautiful.
With blue eyes! She had always wanted blue eyes.
I will never go back, ever, she vowed.
So she stayed in the magic kingdom, and married a prince.
But he proved to be boring, and she tired of color.
One day she simply returned to her own kind.
A steampunk world of fantasy with limited color.
Somewhere in her white house
There was a gray future spouse
Looking for cheese
Doing as he please
Enchanting accent came from the mouth
A drawing sound noting the south
Filled with luring charm
Made a home by telling many a yarn
Living in a guest quarter
Which he could barely afford her
Making his ways through academic halls
Everyone studying engravings on the walls
Defending peaceful thoughts interacting throughout student’s mall
Coming to a relaxing place
Seeing Carolina’s face
“They are making their case”
The blue angel said
About the reason she should not wed
And take a lifelong committed man into her first bed
“We have a right
During our fight
To cross our stripes
Challenging city slicker’s type
Slanting our color navy being no fool
While having a civil feud”
Wanting a comfort shot he stood calm
Listening to reality going on
This was love not a raunchy affair
Where revenge was the dare
“We made an X for a reason
It was not an ax that was treason
Wanting out of the union
Northerner’s knew not what they were doing
Money here money there
We belles had land everywhere”
Now this fellow
Understood his bride’s bellow
And wanted a few minutes to mellow
“Look at the sun
It is almost done
Orange skies
You are marrying a beautiful guy
I am a gamecock
Early morning riser with nice stock
While you are a Tar Heel
When hearts were a major steal
Our relationship is very real
Friends and family will watch us seal
This romantic deal
Then enjoy a joyful meal”
Hearing his soothing voice
She knew he was the proper choice
“Our United States is at war
Diplomatic rhetoric acting out having the stage floor
Rotten as a big apple at the core”
Honest feelings had truth
Questionable just like the Yankee spectacle Babe Ruth
“Remember when physical interaction was deemed a sin
Gossip talking where the two have been
After our vows and we are alone
Shutting off all Ma Bell phones
I will state to only you
Never will we be through”
Below the Mason Dixon line
Where others are treated very kind
Moon reminded them where they met
No longer was the daylight set
Darkness figured out this was the perfect get
Lunar glare smiling watching the innocent talk
Hoping they will be happy after the matrimony walk