Long Florescence Poems
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S pring in her steps she wanders in wonder
R ecoils in amazement retraces the year
I gnites the haven the Persians call ‘bunder’
N o regrets but resilience beyond graffiti of fear
G ive me hope she exclaims I will not go under
I n the semi desert one forgotten Iris blooms
S urpassing the ruins and shackles of tombs
C risp early morning she takes shelter in beauty
O h Allah protect me while my husband is gone
M y children are hungry for them it’s my duty
I nstil all the love past seasons have foregone
N ever give up the new summer comes closer
G ive praise to beginnings a flower’s composer
S pring might well bring all the Peace we deserve
O n this day with the spring and lonely florescence
O bituaries settled and truce's armistice observed
N o winter shall break her so true to her essence
30th March 2017
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unto mine
senses
February 13 Scripture Meditations Based on Joshua 1-5
Key Verse – Joshua 1:9 Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the LORD thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR COMMANDING ME TO BE STRONG
Thank You for commanding me to be strong in Your might
In treading upon Your promised land of truth and right
As I observe Your law and meditate therein day and night
For me to be prosperous in Your sight.
Thank You for commanding me to be strong in Your presence
In remembering Your Word with Your principles’ iridescence
As I enjoy Your favour while worshipping You with spiritual florescence
For me to be devoted to Your heart by Your fellowship’s license.
Thank You for commanding me to be strong in Your kindness
In dealing well and truly with Your ministry midst anxiousness
As I stay in Your will that welcomes me into Your goodness
For me to be blissful in Your graciousness.
Thank You for commanding me to be strong in Your covenant
In choosing Your way against being skeptically indignant
As I observe Your voice so tenderly dominant
For me to be faithful and not faith-stagnant.
Thank You for commanding me to be strong in Your sovereignty
In walking along Your holiness-fenced security
As I follow Your steps of divine authority
For me to be effective in working by Your majesty.
Thank You for commanding me to be strong in Your instruction
In pursuing toward Your name’s glorification
As I esteem Your Deity against idolatry’s temptation
For me to be pleasing by Your righteousness’ beautification.
February 13, 2022
Within the secret sacred shrines of any rose
Dwells a well filled with fountains of a unique scent.
This scent pervades the florescence as each bloom glows.
Though the rose may fade, its scent endures without end.
The fragrance is not on her peripheral skin.
This aroma arises from her spotlessness.
Facing each thick and thin of the seasonal spin
The fragrance finds the inmost shrine's bottomlessness.
My soul is the fulcrum of the scent of goodness.
It's from here that the scent spreads in acts of compassion.
With the unending showers of divine kindness
The stream of scent secretes and flows with dispassion.
Could any rose forget and forsake her fulcrum?
It's towards the lesser-known scent, I Am a Pilgrim.
Tonight I will write
About light—
With meaning clearly
One of blossom,
Needing no catchy phrase
For illumination,
Nor word associations
With fancy twists
And tightly packed
Lofty configurations…
I simply take off
The tinted glasses of
Dimming,
Polymer combination the
Modern choice,
But I have been a traditionalist
Most my life,
And reveled in the classic
methods
When choosing shading separation
And only lately realizing
Word the flaw
In flawless articulation
Silence golden when seeing clearly.
I will not use
Glisten and gleam,
Gush of azure sky
When floating high—
Or set to earth
Amidst gardens, my brightly buzzing
Idling nature,
More like bees happiest to flit not fly
With their noses—I hope they have one—
Not poke or pry
But savor each nectar-brush
Leaving only sacred dust
The true pollen of God’s florescence
My own favorite roses…
Green grow the lilacs, the old song still rings true,
Tex Ritter and Johnny Cash sang out the notes in colors blue.
How is it I remember the song still so clear today
as lilacs scent spring air of a sweetheart love with emeralds displayed
both oceaned dark and fern feathered green but hidden and jaded.
Sad songs in life are shaded by the forest green and words of sages
as love burns hot red purple passioned in the sea of enveloped envy
and shamrocks march in the sun's reflection now, almost empty.
Lost to the soul and singer's original intent by indulged imbibed absinthe
fading to shades of florescence curling through lost love's labyrinth.
Green grow the lilacs, sparkling with dew,
I miss you my love, how I miss you.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k5xWkhEL8-o
February 13 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 5-6
Key Verse – Numbers 6:12 And he shall consecrate unto the LORD the days of his separation…
HEART THAT CONSECRATES UNTO THE LORD
We consecrate our heart unto the Lord amidst His might
In treading upon His promised land of truth and right
As we observe His law and meditate therein day and night
For us to be prosperous in His sight.
We consecrate our heart unto the Lord amidst His presence
In remembering His Word with His principles’ iridescence
As we enjoy His favour while worshipping Him with spiritual florescence
For us to be devoted to Him by His fellowship’s license.
We consecrate our heart unto the Lord amidst His kindness
In dealing well and truly with His ministry despite anxiousness
As we stay in His will that welcomes us into His goodness
For us to be blissful in His graciousness.
We consecrate our heart unto the Lord amidst His covenant
In choosing His way against being skeptically indignant
As we observe His voice so tenderly dominant
For us to be faithful and not faith-stagnant.
We consecrate our heart unto the Lord amidst His sovereignty
In walking along His holiness-fenced security
As we follow His steps of divine authority
For us to be effective in working by His majesty.
We consecrate our heart unto the Lord amidst His instruction
In pursuing toward His name’s glorification
As we esteem His Deity against idolatry’s temptation
For us to be pleasing by His righteousness’ sanctification.
We consecrate our heart unto the Lord amidst His empowerment
In supporting His kingdom advancement
As we pray for His answers in our ministry involvement
For us to be fruitful along our stewardship’s engagement.
February 13, 2026
O lady, banish my monochrome days
and weave your coppery threads into
a dim red florescence of coyote words;
There you stand draped in beige chiffon
against preternatural piety of a striptease sea
continuously playing with Prussian blue pastels.
O lady, gallantly unleash your plump cherubs
and licentious cats with that timeless witchery
of a vanilla Guerlain perfume dart;
Throw a dusty rain-soaked rose, Madame Pompadour;
I am flying into another sugary abyss of setting suns
and Fragonard silks of flickering coral.
Is it the fighting of heavenly dragons? Is it Boucher's
brushstrokes that bring us April showers
and the music of irises and champagne pearls?
Line of inquiry:
"conjoined with the whole
we play our life role
exuding a scent
granting love consent" - Unseeking Seeker
How wonderful if like a fizzy drink
we all would sparkle with effervescence
which with love’s divine aroma could link
us all together with the florescence
of a spirituality so sweet
that with great excitement we’d be spilling
over in our talents with desire to treat
one another with love. Oh, how thrilling -
using our life roles to lift each other
as the world’s creator would have us do,
for everyone's our sister or brother!
Life’s burdens we can help each other through
if kindness we show more than simply speak.
Exude the joy and brightness we all seek!
you say you
love the moon
but it’s the stars
you gaze at,
as you stretch
your petal-like fingers
to flaunt magical phrases
across nocturnal nights~
stealing their
fragrant florescence
within forsaken
liquified lights,
to make them an
unseen reality
worth reading,
as your charming words
woven with
wisteria wishes
protect them
from invisible ink,
that has been
burning empty pages
from fiery flames,
oblivious to the
tangerine truth
not every twinkling gem
can grant your wishes
to flicker caramel gold…
perhaps, you should
see the sacred
scriptures in silver
within lunar spheres,
how she carries
perfumed pain,
whilst remaining faithfully
as a fairy goddess;
beacon of hyacinth hope
when you were
in your
island of ignorance,
speaking the
lyrical language
of dimmed dreams in
sentimental silence
so don’t question her
wounded skin reflecting
confined absence~
nor blame the
sizzling sapphires
with her name sewn,
in vibrant violet
within the crystalline
cage beneath
crooning seas
she was never guilty
of lethal love
nor were her
emerald emotions
manipulative games
designed for
ephemeral pleasures~
she, was in
need of a
sublime rhyme
that can set her
healing heart ablaze,
reignite reasons to relive
promises made amidst
inevitable distance
but if pain prompted
a voice
you’ll feel her
bleeding soul
and her aching sight;
she’s seen so much
of what the dying
leaves and
falling season
could do,
yet, the wind
never revealed
secrets of the
sunflower crescent,
for her tale was never
meant to be
told to the weak~
trees with torn twigs,
too afraid to translate
heartbroken hymns
and eager to place
lambent labels
on wilted weeds
and faded flowers,
unaware of the raven runes
flowing in fickle flares
within their
stone cold skin.