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How quickly I became intoxicated,
inebriated on this bewitching night
while watching the luminance of starlight.
I drank deeply of the view with heart and soul
beyond my limit... beyond control,
so mesmerized was I by the radiant gleaming.
Stars seemed to sway and sparkle
as if they were dancing in the velvet night,
shimmering in the patterned steps of a waltz.
Through a blackened hole of stellar mass
I continued to tumble among mordant shadows.
Sober enough to admit that I was traveling
in space while hearing a celestial melody.
A hymnal song written by the Master Virtuoso,
played throughout the hallowed heavens.
Lyrics that only angel's voices are allowed to sing.
The grandeur of starlight washed over me
and inveigled a symphony of senses in my mind
until at last, I was able to fully comprehend
the pellucid meaning of their inscriptions.
I'd been granted a mere glimpse of their secrets
in the realm where fulgent stardust whispers
of what was, what is, and of what will be
long after the light within me has dimmed.
Echoes of praise rise around you, your beauty, an unwritten hymn,
Words and poems weave through crowded halls, but you, only you,
Hear my speaking silence, a mute symphony whispering into your soul,
Burning gazes seek you, like darkness chasing the full moon,
Yet you offer me the first ray of light, a vision, a forgotten dream returning.
Your shy smile, barely sketched, directed at me, a promise,
Ignites the city in flames reflected in my eyes, endlessly burning,
Those who never felt my presence now whisper my name with reverence,
As if I hadn't always breathed on the same streets, a ghost among them,
My existence, suddenly validated by the touch of your gaze, is reborn from ashes.
Your secret magic, hidden from others' view, reveals itself only to me,
In our complicit silence, an entire world is born and dies,
We are two constellations meeting in the vastness of a mute universe,
Each of your gestures, an unwritten poem that shakes my being to its core,
And I, a mere mortal, become immortal through your silent love.
The city transforms around us, the streets take on new meanings,
Every corner, every shadow, hides the memory of a changed gaze,
We are the center of a world spinning madly, intoxicated by love,
And I, who was invisible, now shine in the light of your love,
A miraculous metamorphosis, a rebirth from the ashes of my anonymity.
What do you do when you have an audience
with a man intoxicated by power and control?
What do you say to a man
who has no heart nor a soul?
What do you tell the man
who continues to oppress?
How do you articulate
when delivering your address?
Do you have the courage to stand up
and boldly speak out loud?
Or maybe you need some supporters
and a favorable crowd
Do you cry out about the
Brokenness and all the pain?
Or do you just shuck and jive
And act all lame?
God hears our cries
and God sees our plight
God understands that
we need His guiding light
First, just remember it was God
who sent you on this mission
And you need God's approval
and God's permission
For to be bolstered by the power of
the Heavenly Throne
Is to know that God's stamp on your passport
will surely set the tone
To be sent is to be dispatched
to be ordained in place
As an invite is a gesture
for someone who's desperate to embrace
As God's truth has to be sent
to address evil power
And an invite is for weaklings
to come at a requested hour
As the only expectation
for one who's been dispatched by the Lord
Is to stand strong in the face of evil
armed with the Spirit of the Sword
Two, never forget whom you're there
to represent
To never forget the people
nor the precedence
Now don't get it twisted
you need to understand
That its not about you
but about God's plans
And don't think that the reason
why you're at the table
Its not to become a celebrity
thus making you unable
To accomplish the task for
which you've chosen to do
For its all about the message
and not about you
So don't come walking in acting like
you're attending a gala or a ball
Its a confrontation where you might have to
flip over some tables and smash some stalls
For its not required that you be nice
As you didn't come by an invite
Now transformed in the presence of God
when He sent you on this mission
Now fortified by the Holy Spirit
in order to fulfill this commission
Now to speak truth to power
talking with the heart of God
To call evil what it is
and that's how you should start
So when you have an audience
with a pharaoh you need to comprehend
That you're meeting with oppression personified
towards all men
(This is a fictional poem)
You hit the sauce every night and you get drunk.
When this happens, you turn into a punk.
You become intoxicated and then you challenge people to fight.
You think you can win but they always punch out your lights.
A man beat you up when you pinched his wife's butt and I'd never seen so much
blood.
When you tried to fight my friend, I kicked your ### and threw you in some mud.
As you laid in the mud, you started crying.
If I said that you took it like a man, I'd be lying.
When you get drunk, you stagger and you fight like a slug.
You've spent so much time on the floor that you ought to be a rug.
Form:
Sitting at the pub,
The one where I once dwelled,
Hoped for being noticed,
Praying it's not still there,
A smile of reflection,
The person sitting in the chair,
Not the same as she once was,
No longer a bar fly with curly hair,
I remember all of the voices,
Friendships I thought were permanent,
Alcohol, glasses clashing,
Lips loose and eyes gazing,
What a different life I live now,
Now sitting for just a glimpse,
To relax, to remember,
Old feelings and yearning blazing,
Progress unmeasurable,
Entering the same environment,
A brief moment feeling a lifetime,
Intoxicated culture is no longer social,
Though it creeps and festers,
To sabotage together,
What joy in letting go and relaxing,
It must be temporary or is woeful.
This paralyzing dream inebriates me,
intoxicated by Death’s perfume
seductive eidolon, her stare flirtatious
phantoms in the shadows of my tomb
I don’t believe I’m here to battle
demons, I’m here to keep them
safe and sacred, reach them
toward’s Heaven’s skies, raise and
teach them about Heaven’s signs
Is it sacrilegious and blasphemous
or the way God would treat
Creation?
† † †
† † † †
Kahleah prayed I rose from a lala,
prayed I grant her wishes and
replace her father, prayed on
my soul like Kikyo, prayed I
upgrade her to a Mercedes;
she’s tired of her Impala
I preyed on her conflict, preyed
on her lack of confidence, preyed
on her weakness, then created
Wonders
I warmed her silver
winter tundra in golden
orbs, spun slender
springs and softer
summers, now her
guard’s falling with
her brazier, is there
a posture in her
posture, can I trust
the feelings that she
fosters?
f e e l me
like sonnets of sunrise
infused with
clementine cadence
as I am the golden essence
in your floral skyline
a hazel rose
quenched amidst the quiescence
of dulcet devotion
s t i
r r
i n
g me to an
ardent realm
of singing solstice,
for in citrine warmth
of your poignant passion
laced with
perennial promises
I’m shaped
and crowned with
mosaic sakura,
robed in
fervent f l
a r
e
s
as your touch
i l l u
m i n a
t e s
the blushing blurs
of dawning desires
r u
s h i n
g
beneath
mellifluous meadows
of my
lovestruck skin
so k i s s me like
the sun after
crimson rain~
wrap me in
sage and sandalwood;
be the aroma
r i s i n g from
blades of emeralds
where soul sees no
crestfallen crystals
and heart tastes not
love’s
lament…
in silence, you are
the bronze backdrop
glazed in
cues of compassion
i g n i t i n g
Juliet’s nightfall
with poetry
and petals
a reflection
of timeless twin flames
entwined
in
forget-me-nots
while I stay ~ intoxicated
by the intricate
lips of longing ~
a lethargic silhouette
that sighs ~ tied in stillness ~
p u
l s
e
within the portrait
of pining
p a r a d i s e...
Come all, sail along with me!
Welcome aboard to a Pirate's Ship of World History
I’ll be your story teller, to you I will relay
All about the great buccaneer named, Sir Henry
Sir Henry Morgan was his complete name
Whose valiance had brought him huge wealth and fame
Plundering ships…. storming the Spanish Main
Doing his mission with no mercy…his fierceness’ flame!
This valiant Welsh Army showed his atrocity
Since the later time of sixteenth hundred century
Seizing Providencia, , Puerto Principe and other towns
Elected as admiral after conquering them all successfully.
Ruthless attacks went on… invading Spanish settlements
No fear at all, a notorious privateer of English men
Aiming Puerto Bello, a city with vast treasure that time
He took over 200,000 pieces of eight, such a glorious reign!
Gathering all men to his eleven-ship fleet
Deliberating Cartagena de Indias, their next hit
But his intoxicated men had accidentally ignited his ship
His fleet was reduced, Maracaibo was the next goal to defeat
‘Though he’d sometimes unlucky chances along the way
Storms, striking reefs, or captured ships….yet, no dismay
Epic voyage continued in large vessels with his unique tactics
Most Audacious Leader of Expedition: his West Indies’ Name Display
That was his most significant voyage from 1665 and beyond
Where he also sailed with greater fate at Cow Island
On 1670, he targeted Panama firing and burning its ground
And conquered the whole troops of Gov. Perez de Guzman
Sir Henry Morgan was a respectable man ‘til he died
For he did his mission for England’s sake, 'though he was tried
His immense contributions to Jamaica were remarkable
A dependable Hero in his power, one of the England’s Prides!
©2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Dec. 30, 2015 1.55pm
I found you in the moonlight long ago
Blue sapphire eyes that served as Cupid's dart
Intoxicated by your fine Bordeaux
The only sparkle I saw was your heart
I've held you in my arms so many times
Imagining it's where you wished to be
Then colors blend and bleed over my lines
While tenderly you pour your love on me
But then with sunrise I must let you go
I see your beauty in the morning sky
Those perfect nights we've shared you'll never know
The love I steal, the moon's my alibi
Sometimes the moon will blush and try to hide
Your love reflects as stardust on the tides
by Daniel Turner
“My tears are testimony of my devotion to Beloved;
and from those tears white lilies will grow that speak the truth.”
Rumi
I had heard the legend of her tears,
silent drops of sorrow liberating her pain,
flowing upon the tip of her voiceless lips.
Her hopes descending like blossom buds,
drowning in ripples of rampant tides,
dragging her deeper into despair,
as her words suffocated among ignorant waves.
Trials of life had infected her mind,
with a melody of melancholic vapours,
setting her adrift in misplaced uncharted waters.
Immersing further, her cries no longer echoed,
as her heart choked upon confined consciousness.
Upon the depths of concussed misconception,
under electric, earthquake, haunting horizons,
her soul lay in slumber deluded by misjudgement.
Confused between regret and remorse,
trapped within the dilemma of circumstance,
her fears set sail upon satanic seas,
but only crawled into solitary seclusion -
forming eggshell foundations.
I was no hero nor did I have a halo,
but I was born to become a martyr,
in the glory of her martyrdom,
so I unpacked my heart,
ready for the final crusade of my life.
Treading upon a path of cracked glass,
decaying with crumbling concrete,
I wandered towards her speechless screams.
Preparing to feel the personification of her pain.
Empathic nature of my spirit yearned to
rescue her from the illusions of a fathomless abyss,
to release her from her internal crucifixion -
hoping we would merge like ocean and shore.
As I reached the darkness of her door,
like a star falling from heaven,
her truth like stardust, softly sprinkled,
flourishing and nourishing through me.
I placed my heart into her hands,
as light faded out the blackness,
like an abundance of kaleidoscopic petals,
her tears now illuminated like a rainbow.
Overwhelmed in this tranquillity,
shimmering reflections of emotions,
like gentle rain cascading from my soul,
I became tearful as they nurtured my heart's garden.
I remain intoxicated in their enchantment,
kissing her sorrows away for eternity.