Long Engravings Poems
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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
January 31 Faith in 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.
FAITH IN GOD WHO REIGNS IN HIS HOLINESS
God reigns in His holiness, and He deserves our willing sacrifice
Which is voluntary out of His mercies that suffice…
He surely accepts our faith through His blood that justifies
Along our submission as His name our praise magnifies.
God reigns in His holiness, and He brightens our service-fire
Which is zealous because of His divine grace we admire…
He surely honours our faith in His Word He does fully require
Along our surrender as for His favour we aspire.
God reigns in His holiness, and He cleanses our repentant heart
Which is humble to confess and admit His sanctification’s utmost part…
He surely increases our faith, guarding us from evil dart
Along our trust in His promises; since from Him, we will never depart.
God reigns in His holiness, and He calls for our thanksgiving
Which is worshipful to acknowledge blessings we are receiving…
He surely provides with His supplies beyond our thriving
Along our commitment in sharing His Gospel against hell-caused grieving.
God reigns in His holiness, and He secures our eternal salvation
Which is precious by His compassion and kindness-optimization…
He surely keeps our faith as we yield to His transformation
Along our desire to grow spiritually with diligent determination.
God reigns in His holiness, and He prevails over our peaceful soul
Which is protected from fears in our rejoicing goal…
He strengthens our faith, healing us from illness to make us whole
Along our prayer of fervency while fulfilling our steward-role.
God reigns in His holiness, and He demands our sincerity
Which is needed for our devotion, recognizing His authority…
He surely checks our faith, so we must practice honesty
Along our truthfulness, clinging to His statute of perpetuity.
January 31, 2025
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 27 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 28-29
Key Verse – Exodus 28:36 And thou shalt make a plate of pure gold, and grave upon it, like the engravings of a signet, HOLINESS TO THE LORD.
FAITH IN GOD WHO CALLS US TOWARD HIS HOLINESS
God calls us toward His holiness by His divine anointing
As He brings us to His fellowship for spiritual meeting
With His salvation-assurance, eternally supporting
Along driven faith for our altar of sacrifice-uplifting.
God calls us toward His holiness by His sinless offering
As He cleanses us midst His blood-washed suffering
With His purification in our revival-flaring
Along propelled faith for our consecration’s continual gearing.
God calls us toward His holiness by His effective sanctifying
As He commands us that His Word we should keep on obeying
With His Scriptural truths, indeed worth-relying
Along increasing faith for our commitment in fervent praying.
God calls us toward His holiness by His marvelous making
As He upholds us to be faithful stewards in His working
With His strength amidst trials while to His covenant, sticking
Along devoted faith for our testimony to glow against temptation-blinking.
God calls us toward His holiness by His righteous appraising
As He pours to us His abundant supply and blessing
With His joyful redemption against sinful oppressing
Along Biblical faith for our worship of grateful praising.
God calls us toward His holiness by His powerful touching
As He speaks to us through His preaching
With His doctrines we learn in discipleship’s teaching
Along growing faith for our involvement in Gospel out-reaching.
God calls us toward His holiness by His everlasting calling
As He lets us experience His love, never failing
With His wisdom, mercy, and care for our refueling
Along guarded faith for our service that He is always fulfilling.
January 27, 2025
(continued from part I)
And I would have said I love you
And I could have held your hand
And I could have promised all the clichès
About the moon and the stars and all the eyes can see
And I could have labored with sweat and blood
So as to weave you a life from the tapestry of your dreams
And there would have been children
And he or she would have had the intricacies of my mind
Or he or she would have had the enchantment of your smile
And I could have been there when time
Has filled our faces with engravings of its years
And I would have been there to offer flowers to the earth
When it has come to claim you
And I would have been there to witness your soul fly
I only wish I could have told you of all these.
Yet Fate is but a mischievous child
Playing the possibility as if it was a toy
The further want amidst contentment,
Whilst tied to a bondage
From which freedom is death, and death is freedom.
Punishment is a unquenchable thirst, a glass of water
Ice-cold, Unreachable at arms-length;
And we have stood before face to face.
Resigned, there is only wishing
That if reincarnation is true
By the next existence there is then
Awareness; somewhere, somehow, you are.
And with thus begin the search
Even in ends that have never been traversed
For even the slightest chance at a consummation
That was never for this lifetime.
I only wish I could have told you of all these.
If my mind is a room, its walls shall be a mural,
A collage of photographs of every single moment
Where you were;
And every angle, every corner, when gazed upon
At any second, any minute, any hour of the day
Shall be a reason for felicity.
Yet irony of ironies, if yours was a room,
Its walls shall be a mural; a collage of photographs
Of every felicitous moment where you were.
I, however, shall not be in any of those.
I was never in any of yours.
Death bids me welcome
Into his tended garden
Where quiet plots of bramble clots
House names now long forgotten.
Engravings faded, darkened serifs
Tower over brighter plaques
Sooted over gentleman
Look down on neater blacks.
Beneath Death’s open garden
There nods no congregation
A concert hall of empty audience
Unseen by stage commotion.
Their sandstone cradle cots
Swaddled in lichen sheets
Are emptied of their lifted souls
Like beds of feeding babies.
Not like the GI’s grinning whites
Crosses stood – Attention!
Polished to be each a sun
To mark those souls’ ascension.
This garden is like a tommy’s smirk
With gaps for whistling breezes
Bent double in his crooked laughter
His cackling gravestone wheezes.
Polite inclined as a footman’s bow
And flowers curled to curtsies
Roses, poppies, lilies attend
Their arch and shield stone masters.
Each of this staggered gathering
Breathed out their rattling breath
And out-shuffling their mortal shell
Were welcomed home by Death.
But he is not here seen
Out on his lively lawn
With reems of breathers, walkers, talkers
Strolling where he welcomes all.
In that lacquer case of copper rails
He welcomes none alive
Living mourners, pensive writers
Wait outside while they survive.
I hear his knell, a calling bell
To bring out life en masse
A host of mourners, singing lovely
Wave off him who passed.
Talking of their lost loved one
They process with dabbing eyes
The flowing tears of water’s life
Make tributaries of sighs.
So Death’s dour visage does faulty seem
When welcomed in his garden
A host of teeming, greening life
Is bursting at the seams.
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
With Alkaiya shouldering me towards the newly opened way
We walk through to see a skeleton on its knees with hands clasp to pray
Robes worn only suggests a she to be beyond this other chamber
A woman in dire on her knees hence death be her forever
And as we struggle through… the open way closes behind us
Our time in the Heaori Chamber is finally to come to its pass
All that is left, is but to seek out The Goddess of Word
All we were left, is but memories within to forever hurt
As I turn to see where the woman in robes died facing
I saw upon the wall those similar written-engravings
Fewer in words, fewer in lines with blood etched upon
And I understood it all before The Ancients no more I belong}
Dried were my tears awaking to reality
Ei-rian’s passing is more than too much to bear
And above it all, I must abide to all responsibility
For its I who killed her beyond a possessive dare
My will upon those of good has fallen
Fighting at my lost for a cause not of my own
If not for Ei-rians’ last words to have spoken
A lesser time for a lesser mind I would have known
And I knew… understood how the doorway was opened
It was through love and for love to be heard
For the engravings I have read before leaving The Ancients
From she who prays in her robes, these are her words
“And forever she stays with he
Forever with love to be entombed within
Of us against the world, a never be
Against the world we lay forever in eternal dreams
Along forever with you”
………………………
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
Technological age.
Advancement of advancement,
Digital acceleration unlimited.
Gifted and pocketed,
This watch,
Dull dark silver,
True and tested mechanic,
Short and sturdy chain,
Analogue accuracy.
It fits comfortably in my jeans pocket,
Ages alongside my creasing lines with wear marks,
Time isn't well kept with its adolescent sporadic tock,
Certain to be set to be kept at a minute ahead,
I am directed to watch this future unfold,
While it clings to my pocket lining and present time,
And the engravings pull me back to the past,
You told me not to let this time pass me by,
As you held me tight before you passed me by,
And I never kept very good time like this
Fresh watch that sticks close to my side,
I cannot say that you were lost,
For the path you had set was more set than stone,
No improper implication should be allowed,
The wallowing whispers that beg me every which way,
They told me to go away from the very place
That I had interest to stay and investigate,
The stars sway with no stationary complaint,
Our night sky that's not so city bright,
Contains a dim white plate in-between its phase,
Much like my pocket of space it hangs,
A witless glow behind the cloudy night.
I am no more than I was except for a simple realization,
To look back and find I am not the same as I was,
Commonly known as growing up and moving on,
But I know I'll be happy in just a few short years,
Just glad I am not the same as I am now.