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CHRISTMAS’S GREATEST GIFE
(A Flowing Tanka Litany)
Come, lend me eyes' ears
As I share the truth of Love’s
Real celebration:
The glorification of
God’s greatest gift giving:-
With waters of love,
Let us rainbow our lives:
Reflecting oneness:-
Like the onement of night’s sky,
Let’s glow in onderfulness:-
Like the moon reflects
The shining light of the sun,
Let's reflect God’s Son:
Blessed Love brightly glowing;
Its Trinity enlightening:-
This allegory,
Must become reality’s
Earthly way of life:-
And let us be the parents
Of such glorious birthing:-
Nourishing this birth,
Let’s raise up equality,
And balanced justice:-
Indeed, let’s be grandparents
Of Divine Wisdom’s guidance:-
Gift wrapped and cradled;
God’s gift of humanized Love:
His Spirit—in Christ—Born:-
This Christmas, let us reflect
God’s gift of true birthing love:-
Give God’s Greatest Gift:
Love, wrapped and bow-tied in peace;
Cradled in our hearts:-
Merry Christmas, my love ones;
Thank God for His greatest gift:-
"Fragments and the crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
---John Ruskin, 1853
Pieces of a man
who used to be whole
and chock full of life.
He had a personality that shined
like the rays of a summer afternoon sun!
He had a silver tongue, to boot!
He was a man of gripping eloquence.
A gifted raconteur who captivated
the neighborhood children
with a cavalcade of stories.
He brought joy and laughter
to so many. Unfortunately, a cruel fate
has befallen him! Pieces of a man
who used to be whole; now cold and distant
An unrecognizable ghost of his old self
He has turned inward; retreated
into a shell. The gleaming smile that once
adorned his face, now faint; few and far between.
Eyes that once sparkled like Esperanza diamonds,
empty and lifeless. Who is this stranger?
What has happened to this sunshine of a man?
What became of his magnetic charm? His eloquence?
What has robbed him of his beautiful mind?
Unforgiving, the ravages of Alzheimer's disease
Pieces of a man, crumbs of a tragic life...
All The Little Pieces Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date written: 08/30/2020
They sit on the thrones..
Yes, they sit higher than God,
But call themselves servants..
Of whom?
Ego or obsession?
Or some kind of mental sickness?...
They proclaimed themselves leaders.
But good followers, they never could be.
'Little knowledge is dangerous...' it's been said.
Sure, they are a danger to the human race.
They are the very roots of sufferings and pains.
Their blind faith upon thyself is masked as fervent worshippers of the great one.
Who's the great, is it not around us, among us?
But none can be greater than the life gifted to each and every one...
Wake up human fellows, question these rulers...these guardians..these dark Angels..
At every point of your life..
It's like hide and seek...if you discover my hideouts, you catch me.
Come on, look for me..know who I am
And what I am...
I know the rule of the game...
Once denounced you will know me, as I come out of my self made hideouts and masquerades..
Till then bad luck I will lead the game...
I hold your nose..check!
Dance with me, say what I say, do what I do.
You cannot lead yourself...you are a follower..
Or you're ME..??????
© Sunita U D Palawon (monologue)
She took a seat and began to play
Piano sounds through the air of May
Resonating with careful jubilation
This daughter of mine is young and strong
She's gifted with the breadth of song
And as I listen I notice with elation
Time is our Treasure
Time is our Treasure
Time is our Treasure
It lets us bridge the young and old
It gives us stories to be told
It strengthens who we are
And lets us imprint our lives on others
Time is our Treasure
Behind her stands a man of age
Same blood as her from an ancient age
He's listening with utmost admiration
This father of mine is mature and meek
And it's his wisdom that we seek
He gives us our needed inspiration.
Time is our Treasure
Time is our Treasure
Time is our Treasure
It lets us bridge the young and old
It gives us stories to be told
It strengthens who we are
And lets us imprint our lives on others
Time is our Treasure
She got off the stool and turned around
Looked up at him and he looked down
Exchanging generational expressions
She smiled at him as he looked proud
He embraced her as he knew how
And from all of this I learned an important lesson
Time is our Treasure
Time is our Treasure
Time is our Treasure
It lets us bridge the young and old
It gives us stories to be told
It strengthens who we are
And lets us imprint our lives on others
Time is our Treasure
[Piano Solo (by young girl)]
Time is our Treasure
Time is our Treasure
Time is our Treasure
2013
I'm glad to be part of the soup,
it has many flavors in the pot.
We are such an amazing group,
sometimes It's cold, I prefer hot.
Overall it is a great place,
i'm glad to be part of the soup.
Who knew I would like cyberspace?
I often come here to regroup.
Since being here I've gained new friends,
they have taught me many things.
I'm glad to be part of the soup,
when I'm here it makes my heart sing
It's a good place to learn and grow
I was taught by a gifted troop,
embracing what they had to show.
I'm glad to be part of the soup.
Alexis Y.
08-06-16
*This is dedicated to a poetic friend
who suggested that I do this form.
A Quatern is a sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains. It is similar to the Kyrielle and the Retourne. It has a refrain that is in a different place in each quatrain. The first line of stanza one is the second line of stanza two, third line of stanza three, and fouth line of stanza four. A quatern has eight syllables per line. It does not have to be iambic or follow a set rhyme scheme. line 1 line 2 line 3 line 4 line 5 line 6 (line 1) line 7 line 8 line 9 line 10 line 11 (line 1) line 12 line 13 line 14 line 15 line 16 (line 1)
PEACE ON EARTH
Peter paints the deep blue sky,
as if at the rise of creation.
He brushes the circumference
of a brand new world.
With tears, Max moves his sweeping
brush, as if tidying up the base
of the gifted Statue of Liberty.
Her height rises into the heavens.
Peter gives depth to the earth.
Bodies of water and continents,
brought to life. The bottom third
of the canvas displays the stars
and stripes of the American flag,
carpet-like - the world’s welcome.
Each star, meticulously placed,
sparkling around our beloved planet.
Before the artist signs his masterpiece,
with simply - MAX,
Lady Liberty’s torch glows like the sun,
over New York City. This artist who
saved her from her deteriorating fate,
who painted each fallen fireman -
gifting their families with painted portraits.
Max, born in Germany, raised in China.
Max, a patriot of the United States.
Max, a gentle man, sweet and kind.
He turns around and waves,
he shook my hand. His brushstrokes
inhabit the Statue of Liberty.
He stands ten feet tall,
even with withering bones.
A class act, all displayed in his lovely painting,
Peace On Earth.
9/17/2017
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An aromatic breeze
mingles fragrances of lilac and rose
with the spicy scent of your auburn hair
releasing whiffs of Balsama,
an ancient perfume Caesar gifted to Cleopatra.
My hand finds yours, and we laugh in unison,
our lips yearning to touch.
Time pauses in our bubble of happiness,
where love insulates us from reality.
And we absorb the moment,
drinking in the essence of our souls.
Feeling feelings freely shared,
we step through the looking glass together!
Your heart melds with mine
as we melt into each other's arms,
our lips locking
into a passionate, arousing, intimate kiss!
Our pulses start to race, and our hearts pound,
for we are physically and emotionally in sync.
But as love reaches beyond the moment, time resumes,
and we hold hands happily enjoying the gift of each other,
satisfied, enamored, and content, all the side effects of love!
(Free Verse)
May 1, 2018
you met each other at turning points in your lives
many would call that destiny
you'd found out you both had so much in common
you then entered into matrimony
you were both from modest means
but the most important thing
is that you both had a shared love for God
on one accord like two peas in a pod
after leaving college you both went to work
an assumed leadership in a southern baptist church
but that was not the end of the story
because for you both continued to God the glory
one day you were blessed with a cute little baby
you called her Angel for she was a perfect little lady
then the Lord told you to pick up your staff and rod
for He had a new mission for His two peas in a pod
God sent you a vision He sent you a dream
you then received a request from a church named Berean
you were compelled to venture forth
the voice of the Lord told you both to go north
and upon following God's appointing
you both received another blessed anointing
the Lord gifted you with another precious baby girl
whom you proceeded to name Ariel
and now with your family situation complete
there would be other challenges for you both to meet
and as long as you both continue to honor and love the Lord God
He will be the strongest vine for His two peas in a pod
DEDICATION TO MY BROTHER-- ROBERT LINDLEY
WHAT IS TRUE BROTHERLY LOVE
You’re gifted and inspiring
Words everpresent your showering
Receptive of God’s soft spoken word
Many want to be heard
WHAT IS TRUE BROTHERLY LOVE
Brother, you are without any doubts in my mind
So very humane and kind
Truly immensely gifted
A believer who never shifted
God has bless you
God continues to bless you
For all you do, let your light shine
Speak words of truths from the bible
WHAT IS TRUE BROTHERLY LOVE
May heavenly gifts be bestowed on you
Keep speaking the light that shines through
Such a generous and kind soul
I’m proud to call you my brother
May the peace and joy in your life surround you always
Keep in mind God got you as I do pray for you and all the other
Those other brothers of this world
Write ON Bro!!
Sight unseen you are chosen, your representation of..
TRUE BROTHERLY LOVE
I thank God and you for ALL YOU DO
America ask yourself the question what's your definition of true brotherly love
AMEN* Write ON Bro!!
8/10/18
Written words by
Robert Lindley & James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
***Most of the words conceived by God inspired naturally, but also some words comes from a private e-mail from Brother Robert Lindley to myself. His inspiring comments lead me to compose this verse instantly… So here’s to you another blessed dedication. I admire and appreciate your gifts..Blessings and peace always***
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Dreams frolic
in the basket of the mind.
Like Easter eggs on Sunday grass
pastel hands for slowing time.
A misty- trusting face
just beyond the frosted glass.
A spirit mare with fiery mane
that licked the heart with lips aflame...
then backhanded
your naive face into the fangs
of loneliness, refrain.
In place of friendly smiles
were sirens with hollowed hearts, void of any grace.
The leather-souled elders taught you the art of
kneading hope then weaving scars.
Turning a room of bitter spirits into angels
taming the bucking flanks of moody stars.
The golden-mouthed flutist
whispers of a long- forgotten dream,
when ice cream trucks and noon church bells
flowed into the soul like rose petals on the wind...
When streams of angels waltzed with innocents....
upon a stage of gilded rosaries.
Now, everything is forever lost.
The flesh-the bone- the burlap- the silky sweet.
The heavy metal of our youth
minced into the thinning cloth of age.
Most every soul is gifted to the silversmith,
who forges halos and shimmering wings...
while a few are hung upon the tusk of
the icy, gray slag heap.