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black velvet visioning vast void
kaleidoscopes glittering joyed
sanctified symphonies decoyed
cherubs cheer shimmering stars
darting dancing across Mars
awed are we, telescopes focus
seeing Suns burst hocus-pocus
bouncy brides in lacy locus
sky vineyards pour wine splashing
blood red hibiscus dashing
mind boggles as Darkness unfurls
penetrating strikes into pearls
goddess petals flourishing whorls
gold pistils dripping syrup
Presence is widely worshipped
ruddy fingers touch depth, pitch sing
observation salty tears bring
guide us to exalted High King
heralded by rose angels
seraphim soft enables
point piercing ignites another
quarks entangle quantum lovers
ink deep sizzles like no other
each space hollows of God's Eyes
Infinity dies then rise
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existence an eternal tango
eating spheres orange mango
Being neither panto or nando
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We are asleep under the dome of dreams that dance in secrecy,
in a labyrinth of shadows where time whispers forgotten tales.
We step on carpets of stars woven from the threads of deep night,
seeking the hidden light in the cracks of silver silence.
In our slumber, life is a river winding through the abyss,
where each thought is a seagull searching for its lost flight.
We dream we are sculpted from moon dust and the powder of desires,
floating among clouds of silk that carry the echo of old memories.
But sometimes we awaken like a butterfly opening its wings,
feeling how the air becomes a song reviving the hidden silence.
In those moments, our hearts beat like divine clocks,
measuring eternity in the fragile pulse of the boundless universe.
We return to the dream, carrying with us the sparkle of an eternal moment,
like a guiding star illuminating the path in the endless night,
reminding us that we are awake in our own symphony of dreams,
carrying in our souls the echo of a world beyond dreaming and time.
~The Holy Bible ~
(Quatern)
It tells the beginning of man
How God created all from start
He made the moon, stars, earth, day, night
It tells of God's great love for man
It tells of God's great sacrifice
It tells the beginning of man
Its authors were inspired by God
Some deny, others accept it
And keep it so close to their hearts
Many walk in darkness, are blind
It tells the beginning of man
Thru this "Book" we get to know God
Meet Jesus His Son, our Savior
It's the "Good Book" to live life through
It tells of man's future also
It tells the beginning of man.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2008
August.03.2017
B- A S I C
I- N S T R U C T I O N S
B- E F O R E
L- E A V I N G
E- A R T H
-So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13(KJV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
-Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.
Proverbs 3:5 (KJV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The " Quatern" is a sixteen line French poetry form or style. It is similar to the Kyrielle and the Retourne.
Words Of Life
By Curtis Johnson, Sr.
These powerful words from heaven above, sounding so strong and so bold
These eternal words from God almighty, hidden so deep within my soul
These living words that prophets long ago recorded on a scroll
These words shall be remembered in the distant future, I have been told
These words, energized by God alone will keep you from growing cold
These words shall still be in my heart, and on my lips as I grow old
These words shall be ever alive and strong, causing me never to fold
These words will be uppermost in my mind, causing me to reach my goal
These words alone shall enable me to have my name written on heaven’s roll
Cj051808
Eternal Question :
God ! No God ! May be God
Yet to be solved !
A Big Quest.
Ancient Beliefs in number of Gods or Goddesses
are now turned obsolete :
Totally misfit
in modern concept of Theory of Evolution
‘ God is neither the Creator
nor the Administrator of the World. ‘
The Theory has been proved
and established.
God is only a concept
to honour Universal Moral Values,
So that Civilisation can progress
Righteous on analytic path.
Truth, honesty, compassion, love
are the basic qualities of Humanity.
To show light on journey of life
Religious bindings are imposed
On society
Only to prevent wickedness
On fear of punishment by God.
God resides in imagination
Of Human heart
Sometimes to get console
Sometimes to ask support
In any strife appeared in life.
Strong will power overcome
troubles .
People may think prayer to God
Has become fruitful.
Sometimes miracle happen.
In my life I have also experienced
and thought that angel sent by God
saved me.
But at that very moment I had to sigh
Recollecting so many immoral happenstances
not at all monitored by God ?
Why ? Even if intend to believe,
I can’t accept full hearted.
I feel don’t about existence of God.
Humans are not the children of God
but products of Evolution.
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My blessed Jesus, eternal Sovereign One,
prayers lifted up in whispers and songs
to the Son.
I was ruled by sin,
yet, in sinner's grief, restoration flowed in.
Hosanna to the gentle Lamb of seven horns and eyes,
You're the Lion of Judah in rosy morning sunrise.
Steadfast Redeemer-
we are believers,
You reign in Your Kingdom of the Highest realm,
no storms of life can prevail, for You're at the Helm.
Our Communion is with You,
the One we know is True.
Hearts and souls rise to praise You in voice,
You Alone are Heaven's choice.
Christ, so crowned in Glory,
joining You someday-
after our finished earthly story. ~
Grains of sand, begin to stream in steady flow,
As the hour glass is flipped over.
One by one, they fall, through the bottleneck.
Each one a moment, a tick, tick, tock, soft and brief.
On top, the grains are gathered haphazardly in a pile.
At the slippery neck constriction they line up to queue.
like a flock of birds or a school of fish,
getting ready to be called to free-fall in formation,
through the slippery glass funnel into the abyss below.
There they pile-up forming a stock-pile of memories
shaped in an inverted funnel of regret begotten,
in a pile with sand grains tumbling down the sides.
At the top of the hour glass lied a collection of time unspent,
Below lies a pile of sand grain ticks, expended, some misspent.
Between them, lies the funnel of fate’s eternal hand,
Its fingers guiding the passage of time
as grains of sand flowing through the hourglass.
Grain by grain, moments fall,
all fragile and small.
time drifts endlessly
slipping away
sinking,
gone
as memories
pile up, collected
as they spill and tumble
down the face of the base
of the sand filled hourglass
Joyce began writing poetry in 1995 to ease her eternal grief,
the hole in her heart is great, death took her son like a thief.
Joyce has lived a long time, one hundred years to be exact,
she worked long after 65 and had time to Europe travel;
I know all this 'cause I read her biography, so it is a fact.
she loves to garden and in her eyes there is a sweet devil.
Her poems are vast and beautiful, she is not afraid of form,
acrostic, verse, haiku, limerick, rhyme, tanka, and much more;
her poetic words just come tumbling like a wild storm,
Joyce is not afraid to take her MUSE through any door.
Joyce you are an inspiration, and
on your 100th birthday I wish you the best;
you have traveled a long and beautiful road.
Could you be MY grandmother please?
Everything about you is a treasure to hold.
Unseen, A Haiku
by Joyce Johnson
frozen beauty hides
in the untrodden places-
known only to God
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April 15, 2018
Poetry/Couplet/Rhyme.Acrostic/Haiku
Tribute to Joyce Johnson
Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1012-194-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Happy 100th Birthday
sponsor, Carolyn Devonshire
Sixth Place
How often do you spend time alone?
Time with Eternal God?
Any time resting at all?
Jesus or Father Christ offers wisdom
To His disciples
On the importance of taking care of themselves
He knows that if we aren’t taking care of ourselves
We will be of no help to anyone else
Wonder what Jesus or Father Christ thinks about over crowded schedules
Our lack of sleep or rushing
Or lack of prayer
Our obsession with cell phones or social media
We are rarely alone
Even if we are
We are updating, tweeting or texting
We have forgotten that it is essential to disconnect
If we want to truly connect
We were created to need rest and refreshment
That is why on the 7th day Eternal God rested
He wanted us to know, it was not only acceptable
It was advisable
Take time this week to be alone
Take time to be with Eternal God at Church
Take time to rest
“ ... the bee collects nectar and departs without
injuring the flower, or its color or fragrance .... "
Quote from _ Quotefancy
I am a bee and my life is an eternal struggle
each day I need nectar and pollen to survive
I also need water- but I have found a haven
a bee friendly city garden created with love
oh, I don't mind sharing it with butterflies
and hummingbirds, I know they need food too !
I have watched the young women planting
she is so calm and tranquil and knows
exactly what I like. How did she know that
I cannot see red, but love purple and yellow
and I don't mind blue and white, but no red !
She has created a sweet garden of delight
with purple coneflowers, black eyed susan
sunflowers, daisies, lupines, zinnias, phlox
yarrow, asters and even herbs that I love
like rosemary, oregano, basil and chives,
of course, in reality I do not know their names !
One day, I made a mistake and flew inside
an open door, I was in a daze and was buzzing
but she did not hurt me but cupped her hands
and carried me back outside and placed me
gently on a purple coneflower, that was nice !
She even considered that we need to drink
and has given us a bird bath of clean water
well, I have to share it with the butterflies
and birds, ever seen a hummingbird take a bath !
Oh, I love my wildflower haven . . .
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May 27, 2022
Poetry/Personification/The Bee Haven
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1459-026-27
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Bee Creative
sponsor, Matt Caliri, Judged 07/1712022