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Beautiful Mystery (English Sonnet)
I heard the roaring from amongst the trees
as sheeted water tumbled from up high
a place where nature lay in blissful peace
exhaling fragrant breaths that gratify
a soul that yearns for stimulative balm.
I looked in silence, daring not to move
at risk of losing empyreal calm.
Who could such wonder dare to disapprove!
Engrossed in rapture I became aware
of a nymph’s presence, by her dulcet voice.
She sang of freedom and of love to share,
but being human I had not a choice
to come into the open and declare
my heartfelt feelings to a maid so fair!
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A Beautiful Mystery Contest
Hosted by John Hamilton
Chosen p.o.t.d. 27 Sept 2018
© 25th September 2018
Isabella- such rare beauty of Spain,
accept this fragrant rose from my hand;
I'm a noble by birth, but a humble man:
Ferdinand can give you love without end!
Isabella, even the obssessed Alfonso, King of Portugal,
would ask you in marriage disguising himself as a jester
and on that wooden throne he would marry you in Fall;
stay faithful to me, we accidently met at the Patum Fair!
Kings constantly seek power and a strong wife that is charming
and who can give them children, honor and fidelity;
has such a king ever approached you: bowing down, begging
to marry him and be part of his life and destiny?
No, Isabella- riches don't always promise happiness,
look for someone who has love that will gratify...
and before you make that vow with absoluteness:
look at me and admit there's nothing to justify!
Written on 9/9/2017
Laying in bed between crisp white sheets,
I hear the yelping of Mr. Martinez dog,
while the crickets croon to the night.
A frog's ardent love call remains unanswered,
as my husband's restless snores beg for oxygen.
Furtive moonbeams creep between
venetian blinds while a lonely nervous
intrepid breeze found the open window and
entered carefully, entreating me to sleep.
Feeling it's narcotic effect, I close my eyes.
I will again engage in infidelity with my
veiled lover who is aware of my covert desires
which only he can gratify. Lying prone I wait for
my dream to take me where my husband
never could.
I am not hardened by your strong sense of will
And i am not weakened by any fragility of spirit
I am not stood still, awaiting my becoming – i am flowing
And no longer do i fear the ingrained teachings of which you still hold dear
I have retreated and enveloped in shadow — far too long
Once entangled by your distorted webs i could not see coming
And then at night i lied latent, a lingering state of questioning
Cocoon of unease-full sleep in the woven bed you had made
A saga of indifference used to evince itself in plenty an instance
Namely, i wore clothing of poise and purity to gratify your expected modesty of me
And hid behind prayer and knelt to save me from the art of unsanctioned vulgarity
Would you now say i have plucked from the garden of forbidden fruit
Since i fail to follow the faith leading to your promised land?
False promises have propelled me forward towards honest grace
And sincerity now speaks to me in spirituality, my sacred space
I do not need to succeed failure to gain my attention nor to silence any dismay
And i do not feel urgency to stray away from my intrinsic gateways
I am not frightened by your close attention to detail
Pertaining to matters of me and the ideas i adopt to be true instead
Nor do i bother about your views on my newfound philosophies
Considering i feel seldom incomplete presently, so i can reason with you now
Alas, when i used to cry i could not turn to you
But my forgiveness touches places accessible to you these days
I can see beyond our diverged paths and welcome you all the same
For even if shame rouses, i shall not place the blame onto your heart spaces
You have taught what you’ve known and rightly so
I just pray and hope you can accept a version of me who’s changed
Since i feel earthbound without the cloudiness of what you’ve tried to arrange
So are you convinced that cherubs await those in disbelief of your deity in parade
Or did these unleashings persuade you further into your religious and lawful ways?
To walk is to move one step forward
after another following after your last
that direction is decided in your mind
using your know how so die's been cast
But God's spirit is the true director
leading and guiding the right way
showing one his perfect upland steps
His peace and grace be yours to stay
In this learning to reject the flesh
not gratifying all the desires of sin
so keeping in step with God's spirit
following on always to victory win
This is our spiritual victory
to walk in step with God alone
our creator sustainer and saviour
His seed in us forever sowing
('Walk by the spirit and you will not gratify the desires of the flesh.' Galatians 5: 16 )
In time, my love will grow as you wish,
In time, I may want to kiss you even more,
In time, I would always want you near me,
When you are here, satisfy and gratify,
........... I would be.
In time, I would want to be with you,
Wishing you, would love me more and dear,
Wishing your love to grow ever each year,
Gladden my heart as love deepens too.
In time, I would love to hear you,
As your tender whispers sing in my ears,
In time, I would want to love only you,
As you are always gentle with my soul,
Easing all of my fears, endears you to my heart,
But now we are still so far apart,
I am heartened, wishing our future to brighten,
As of now we are still longing and wishing,
And hoping that you can see through my emotions.
In time, you would be here always, to stay,
In time, your sweet love will smitten my heart,
In time, your deep affections,
......... will brighten our lives,
In time, we would never, ever be away and apart...
........ from each other..
Jieranai T Maier
August-September 2004
The lost word generation
eats anything they can get their hands on
and gets an upset stomach.
Since no one knows how to cure
[they panicked],
made him drink, a glass of water mixed with gold dust.
It cured his upset stomach but made him suffer with diarrhea.
The generation abandoned word yells
but they cannot communicate their thoughts,
they grabbed the rifle and aimed one another’s heart.
When they fell to the ground, shells from the rifle chamber,
surprisingly, marked with peace symbol scattered all over.
The generation who knows no word
communicates with finger tips, why do they leave
so many fingerprints? though no one asks for evidence.
When, they are arrested for some minor offense, and as cop's
search progresses, there where counterfeit money,
marijuana and antisocial manifesto scrawled with
a cobra’s fang, falls out from their pockets.
The generation that goes before the word
enjoys material abundance that previous generations
bestowed after they underwent
all kinds of hardship to attain.
They jump, hop and run to and fro to the field of abundance
scattering their tattoos and fluttering their hair.
Their words are an ugly monstrous beast’s bawl,
they gratify their lusts with the words of blasphemy
they shout to demolish the God promised tomorrow,
they rejoice.
Can you hear the pitter patter
Of the rain on my roof?
Can you hear the water splatter,
And the dog that goes 'woof'?
Can you hear that auto go by?
And the bike that zooms through?
Can you hear the thirsty land sigh,
As it laps the rain, dew?
Hearken! The tinkle of a laugh!
The rustle of a leaf,
The quiet mooing of the calf,
The weeping willow's grief;
Can you hear the crunch of the land,
When the lorry crushes?
Hearken to honking horns' bandstand,
As the traffic rushes;
Hearken! A baby crying far!
Music playing nearby!
How wonderful all these sounds are!
How do they gratify!
Lord, I'm gazing at my computer trying to come up with things to write.
I pray that I can compose verse for others that will soothe and delight.
Please direct my deliberations so as to provide light and not offend,
And that simple words may flow from my pen that folks will comprehend.
I want to write not to become rich but for others their lives to enrich,
And provide constructive insight and a tad of humor - that is my pitch.
I pray that my writings will enlighten others - that is my fervent goal.
If I can maintain quality standards it will more than gratify my soul.
May everything I compile in some way honor and glorify Your name,
And please keep me humble since I do not covet accolades or fame.
Lord, I owe sincere thanks to You for any poetic talent I may possess,
And I pray for Your steady guidance as on this poetical journey I press.
In the darkest of shadows
where deaths distress throes
where haboob cold winds blow
sandstorms one only knows
and where the heart’s a swindler,
a flame needs its kindler
The force of darkness ends
as sparking awareness mends
As the sun responds with heat
at dawn's rising we greet
Gratify light and energy
ratify our source of synergy
Life’s thriving in Amazonia
since days of Babylonia
Goddess Flora’s allure and beauty
fauna’s animated antiquity
Ravishing roots uncovered
medicinal miracles discovered
Flowers blooming bright
a bride’s bouquet, a rite
A rose scents us with love
purity of the white dove,
liaise and symbolize
God’s striking creatures are the prize
Planet Earth’s born native
our souls be collective
Baboons and macaques eat its figs
scarlet macaw’s perch on its twigs
An Amazon rainforest aerate
soulful breaths cognate
A tropical canopy perennially
and shall perish eternally,
sans the sun’s rays that carom
across a ginkgo harem,
or man’s deforestation at bay
Deforestation decays
Deforestation is our death
stifling the Amazon’s breath
Sun-loving deciduous
spiny forever green cytisus
While briny sticks and stones
in conjunction are onymous tones
We crossed its path and tripped
our life source stripped
Eremite, anchorite
inheritor of dirt a birthright
Of warm zephyrs in August
and enlightenment we trust
As final cadence alludes
a sequence of preludes
Velvet vignettes ponderous
our effervescence wondrous
Evolved body and spirit
sans any limit
Sans light, the soul shan’t rise
lest a spiritual demise
When all laden and encumber
burdened by the stark of slumber
As dark vs light torments
paroxysm laments
When in a verklempt presence
reach out towards God’s luminescence