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Enter your grave, as though a pilgrim, full of smile,
Within satin muslin decked coffin, sleep peaceful,
May death, the deathless (?), feel ashamed of his sly guile...!
Tomb, the womb of nature, has its grandeur and style,
Ask your guardian-angel! Make your stay blissful!
Enter your grave, as though a pilgrim, full of smile,
Body might decompose into bone - nerve - flesh pile,
Dwell, like a zen cloister; make life calm and graceful;
May death, the deathless (?), feel ashamed of his sly guile...!
You are, like a seed; you might remain for a while,
Each trial you face will make your journey tranquil;
Enter your grave, as though a pilgrim, full of smile,
Tell yourself stories that could make your stay worthwhile,
Bright corners must make you feel heartily thankful;
May death, the deathless (?), feel ashamed of his sly guile...!
Midst thunder, you'll see the son of man's arrival,
Hold on him and remain, for his graces, grateful;
Enter your grave, as though a pilgrim, full of smile,
May death, the deathless (?), feel ashamed of his sly guile...!
15 April 2022
Inexplicable blessing luckily
avoiding potentially grim fate
finds yours truly coming to grips,
how afterlife did not accommodate
the missus, and/or myself unwittingly
loved ones would never acclimate
reality of our permanent absence,
thus existence all the more I appreciate
and attempt poetically articulate.
Herewith the scenario that defies
conventional atheistic wisdom
finding me unable to square
involving 2009 Hyundai Sonata automobile
driven by spouse or her scribe, who dare
not allude to guardian angel,
yet conundrum inexplicable, when
touted as luck, regarding the rear
wheel bearing (passenger side of car)
that went kaput, blessedly ignorance
attributed absented scare,
yet in retrospect taking stock
i.e. how existence imperilled,
now more grateful than ever
toward life, liberty and
pursuit of happiness,
this in essence potential whipped miracle
of sorts presenting possibility
cosmic creative force continually near.
CJ'S TIRE & AUTOMOTIVE,
(1405 South Township Line Road,
Royersford, Pennsylvania 19468)
intuition doth agree
expert knowledgeable SERVICE
familiar personnel employee
since patronizing said facility
(actually franchise sites
scattered across United States), we
regularly return taking car repeatedly
to team of mainly younger,
but wiser technicians than me,
who realizes scant knowledge, née
absolute zero mechanical ability,
especially regarding
twenty first century vehicles
heavily accoutered
with sophisticated technology.
Now yours truly loops
back to (house at Pooh corner -
think Loggins and Messina)
i.e. core theme
Impossible explanation within
the infinite universe scheme
to explain convincingly fluke
protection against meme
evoking death, demise, destruction,
et cetera regarding as ye gleam
teetotaler who avoids Jim Beam
plus alcohol in general, cuz
prescription medication harmful
unless feeling suicidal to thee extreme.
Thus one garden variety, generic guy
NON GMO android (ha)
he doth not fear
the grim reaper at rapier
or gunpoint, nor mortality do I despair
hoop fully made somewhat crystal clear,
a quandary (one among many
that recurred), whereby air
ring professed nihilistically
skeptical minus impulse to destroy
comprises whether doubting Thomas
(English Muffins) stance
on wing and prayer
inadequate, obsolete, untenable...
Petrified Soul
A walk in a cemetery. Living in the past, but tales
I love the past. It’s not a fairy tale
Feel. Past lives. Death feels from the ages of life
Beautiful, nice, gorgeous moments, times
Cold feeling, almost freezing, around old stones and graves
Here live souls on stones, monumental names, strict signs
Remember the past. Because. Remembering the past. The life
Old monuments, milestones of life and development. Loved on
The past. Good to live here. The present is dirty.
All around the world. Need to find crystal. Saving me from my past life
There are light stones. Remembered names. All in the cemetery
This cemetery is my inspiration. Loved the tours there. A dream home
Thank you, past! Remembered people! I love you! I am a student of yours
Thank you, Wembley! Thank you, Kingsbury! This cemetery is the land of the past
I love. Great Thanks! The fantasy lives in your history, send the present life
I stay here. I died here. I want to be here, an invisible stone. The hologram love
Not me. I know. There lives a lady.
She lived here two hundred years ago.
Amazing. Tall. Attractive. Air creature. Tale
Long white dress. Marble white skin. White long face. Black shiny short hair
A womanly beauty. Long legs. I respect. I love this ideal. She lives in a statue
I know where. A stone angel. Can you see? No, you can’t. I know this lady
She is a stone. Her soul is a statue. A ghost, a shadow in my life.
She needs love. Always following me in the cemetery. The secret desire
I remember her from a dream. She just watched me in the cemetery
I loved her. She is dead. In Hungary. Why follow me? Why? She needs to kill.
She wants to digest my life. I know. I will die. I never returned her love. She is suffering
Followed me from Budapest to London. Died many years ago. Hmm. Perfect empress
She died. Her love lives. Sharp blade. Wants kill. Waiting. In the graveyard
Fearing. In my heart. I don’t go there. I feel her desire for revenge. She was a pure heart
Perfect personality. Guardian angel. I love her. Waiting for me in the cemetery, her statue
Always
I can't delete her
From my life
She is a stone
Coded love
The killer
I loved you, Elisabeth
Love
In bloody heart
Mine
Petrified Soul
Dear Grand-maman,
You had such an impact in my life, especially in my formative years
You taught me how to sew at the age of three, to knit then crochet
You taught me how to read and write way before I went to school
I was so lucky to have you as my grand-mother
In your 20’s, you must have been the most wonderful teacher
What I would give to have been a bird flying
by your little house on the prairie style class window
I want to tell you that you made me feel precious and
though the family moved far away when I turned nine –
that support stuck with me through the years
I had a solid base of self-confidence and I believed in myself
Of course, it would have been much better had we never moved
It’s hard to imagine what my life might have been like
if we had never moved so far from you
I love you so much and miss you terribly
I’m going to keep calling on you for inspiration
because I know you‘re hovering as my guardian angel
especially when I see sparrows or little pit pit’s as you called them
I’d love to give you a big loving hug
I love you and think of you always
Forever in my heart,
your adoring goddaughter xx
AP: 2nd place 2025, 3rd place 2022, 3rd place 2021, 3rd place 2021, 3rd place 2020
Zenda was in a patchwork gown when they dumped her into the desert.
A princess can find her home, her mother told her. Her father was mum.
She understood the task at hand, to stay alive and to get home somehow.
This was a kingdom which used drums and flutes for communication.
Zenda gathered flowers and sang pretty songs. She was not alarmed.
She knew her father would send men to rescue her if he had to.
She was a daddy’s girl, and happy about it.
A large tortoise with flowers on his back came by to say hello.
He looked familiar, yet, she knew him not on a conscious level.
He was in fact her guardian angel, here to keep her safe.
She instinctively knew this, without knowing how she knew.
Knowing without knowing, another way they communicate in her kingdom.
I look at your pictures
See your smile
And feel your presence anew.
Warmth fills my soul
And my heart remembers love.
I read all your cards
Sent so many months ago
During that time of turmoil and confusion.
The soothing words written then
Still caress my spirit
And help bring me peace.
I remember who you used to be
Hear your laughter
And wonder what you have become.
Where are you now?
Where did you go
When the body was left behind
And the spirit was released to fly?
Do you rise with the morning sun
And sing the dawn chorus of the birds?
Songs of love and adoration
For the Father who now holds you.
Do you walk hand in hand
With loved ones above
And listen for the aching whispers
Of hope from those of us below?
I miss your being
But I feel your presence.
Your spirit has become for me
A guardian angel on high
Watching patiently over me.
Your memories fill my need.
You are with me
And are still my son.
I will try not to be afraid.
Tears flow down my face to the sounds of angel’s lyre
As angels strum the strings to lulling lullaby
As it pleases the Lord in the celestial sky
With warm grace satisfy my soul “Love” so inspire
Would I survive, or would I die upon the dawn
I won’t fight or turn away I can only try
Hallelujah, their beauty in the moonlight sky
Like a child so unaware my faith marches on
From God, in reverence angelic heralds play
as they strum the strings to a lulling lullaby
Lyre whispers tones rise for what humanity cries
My guardian angel at my side as I pray
3/29/2017
Angel's Lyre
tears trace down my face,
aspire to sounds of angel's lyre
whilst they hum and strum
strings to lulling lullaby
pleasing the Lord that sits on high
in the celestial sky.
warm grace fulfills so inspires
my soul with Love and Hope.
if I live on, or gone upon the dawn,
I won't fray or turn away.
hallelujah,
in reverence angelic heralds play
their beauty in the moonlight
as they strum a lulling lullaby.
5/27/2020
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2020
A queen was born on this special day Hardworking with ambitious
Independent strong and very highly motivated
She is someone that is for sure prestigious
In her own words she can't be predicted
Happy-go-lucky with a sprinkle of craziness
Gentle to the touch gracious and all around graceful
For her presence in my bubble is the coziest
She's like cheerful daisy the symbolism of April
My addiction one that's more dangerous than any drug
I labeled her as my most priceless treasure
A miracle that's been searching for but never found
My guardian angel whom which I'll take measures to be with forever
If you were to be a chapter in any story you'll be the prologue and epilogue
For everything begins and end with you
4LF??
With so much hatred in the world…with bullets flying and bombs dropping from above
We often have to remind ourselves…the world is still filled with love…
So here’s a story of a husband and wife…whose love was happily intertwined
even after they discovered the wife was going blind.
While they were anxiously waiting…before her blindness began…
her husband made a promise, “I will help you…any way I can.”
He accompanied her to her work…where the situation he helped her apprise
then showed her how to do her job…without using her eyes.
Next he spent hours (for love and patience he didn’t lack)
teaching her how to take the bus to work…and how to take it back.
When he was sure she was ready…one morning he made it known..
that it was time for her to go to work…and come back on her own.
So nervously she kissed him goodbye…and although she was concerned
she did her best to remember everything she’d learned.
And she made it! She boarded the bus…went to work…
determined not to let her blindness defeat her.
And when she got off the bus at the end of the day…he was there to greet her.
Two weeks into her new routine…the bus driver, who’s name was Al…
after greeting her when she boarded said, “You know…you are one lucky gal.”
“Lucky!” She said. “I’m blind…I lost my sight…I’ll never be able to see.”
“When you say that I am lucky…how lucky can I be.”
“Why you have a guardian angel.” The bus driver said. “I’m convinced you do.”
“Every day since you started riding my bus your husband’s been watching out for you.”
“He smiles when he sees you get on the bus…then waves to me and slowly walks away
he waves to me when you get to work…and when he meets you at the end of your day.”
She stopped and smiled at the bus driver…feeling happy and secure
knowing that her husband has been looking out for her…
She thanked the bus driver…then in her husband’s direction waved a greeting…
knowing though she can no longer see his love…
she will feel it
as long as her heart is beating.
I look down on you from Heaven
And you can't believe I've gone
I could no longer cope with life
But you did nothing wrong
Today a white feather brushed your cheek
It looked like an angels wing
It was a sign that i watch over you
If you believe in such a thing
There were times i tried to tell you
Just how desperate i was feeling
But i was such a private person
And my true mood i was good at concealing
You meant the world to me
And seeing you grieve tears me apart
I hope that i will always hold
A special place in your heart
I'll always be your guardian angel
Even though i am now gone
I could no longer cope with life
Be assured that you did nothing wrong.