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Line of inquiry- 'have we repaid all debts of love'
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As my life is a God given gift,
I should cherish it as best as I can.
There is so much to do within a life span
But very little time remains,
As I am at the last lap of my race.
By word or deed if I have hurt someone,
I should ask forgiveness, before my days end.
Let love take precedence when hate surrounds;
Let my heart be filled with compassion.
Let tolerance bring grace when I feel hostile.
Let me not get caught in life’s swirling currents
I should keep a grateful heart for all the simple joys of life,
For all the treasured moments given by others,
For the love lavished on me by my parents and dear ones.
I should ask now and then if I have repaid all my debts
Through acts of caring and love, in return for what I got.
When autumn has set in, I am reminded of life’s fragility.
Like falling leaves, when we drop off from life,
Mother earth claims our bodies as hers.
Living, breathing and loving is just a onetime boon.
So, I must make the most of my life in the best way possible.
I must find time to look around to appreciate the beauty,
Which God has graciously strewn all around us.
Find time to meet friends, for they add to life’s luster.
Lend a helping hand or flash a smile at those-
Deserted in life and feeling weighed down.
As the race winds down and the final turn is in sight,
My life, I realize is not one to be squandered,
In aimless pursuits or just for hoarding riches,
But to share, laugh and enjoy with my fellow men.
As my torso withers and my yawns become weaker,
When the Grim Reaper prowls at the door, let me welcome him,
Not in dread but in cheer, contented as having repaid my debts
As best as I can and on waking up from a prolonged sleep,
Enter a blessed realm beyond the tangents of space and time.
Nearly a decade is gone
Since I set my eyes on you;
Not that I didn’t want to see you,
Only that fate wedged us apart,
And denied me the priciest joy of my heart.
A now don’t know when, if ever
I will see you after so many days apart.
So much I treasure the times together spent
Before you kissed me adieu and went
To that secret place I do not know.
True I know some things I never did right:
That I took your love for granted oftentimes
And spurned the tender feelings you lavished on me.
If clocks were to be rewound the smallest bit,
You would in that auditorium sit,
And I behold your lovely face the first time.
A new, we would hold each other’s hand
And roam the city’s evening streets,
Until our feet and joints are sore and our lust
Rises to its breaking point,
And still keep walking
Till our legs are overwhelmed by dust.
Then, I would bear you to the safest place
And let your beauty quench me the rest of the night.
I would kiss your tasty lips and rid your legs of dust;
Wipe your sweet romantic tears with my tongue.
And then I would love you the last continuous time
Till the very end of the present eternity.
sometimes I sing
antique anthems,
of the nights
I was confined
within a bottle
of diamond tears,
wept woefully
from the widest sky
that held kaleidoscopic stars~
amidst festooned fields of
pixie-dust flowers,
hanging like
starburst chandeliers,
when t i m e was never in favor
of designing a
heart-shaped galaxy
to ease the
troubled torrents….
as languid linings
cast by the
sombre umbra
soaked me
in melancholic sprinkles,
of what was left in my strength;
for I knew nothing
beyond the evening clouds
that mirror
marshmallow musings,
stained with
tuscan tones. ..
yet, I remember
seeing your sunflower smile,
as I dreamt of
your mystical melodies,
spoken poetically,
way before I knew you
would become my reality,
though the homely hideaway
to my hopes
now fester amongst
corners of your
dusky eye lashes…
I’ve battled with nothing
but obsidian obstacles
that laid
in the
tiny tunnels
of my
crippled consciousness.
now our souls
seem chained in pearls
and coiled in amethyst anklets
as one, in stellar waves
through a
ceaseless constellation;
cosmic connection
endorsing these fingers
with your
poignant pantoums,
aligning my heart to lay
within your
evergreen embrace,
limited by
the lyrical land
you’ve lavished
my
longing lagoons into.
so here I am, scribbling stories
of our zealous zenith
within your platinum presence~
as confessions disguised
within tangerine tercets
of vanilla villanelles
have now come alive,
amidst a rebirth
of a warrior meant
to b l e e d
vivid verses
eviscerating
nacreous nebulas
into blissful b l u e brines,
that shall stream
through
unfamiliar rivers of dragon roses
till every electrifying element
rests in aesthetic harmony.
(Pema, spring 2019)
It’s All About Grooming
I’ve had my pug now almost 13 years,
and we both adore each other,
but I clearly have the advantage
because I’ve been grooming him all along.
It’s no contest really.
In 13 years, or about 4700 days, my wife and I
have lavished every form of love known to man
upon his blessed little soul and walnut wrinkled head,
about 6 times a day I’d say,
although it could easily be ten times that.
That’s 28,000 to 280,000 moments of positive strokes
compared to the maybe half dozen times
we’ve been hard on him
in 13 years.
Talk about conditioning.
It’s no wonder he adores us,
comes and melts into our embrace.
It’s all about the grooming after all,
and yet, when I put it this way
I think maybe he’s been grooming us more,
much more.
Maybe it’s like this with others that I love,
my wife, and child and to some extent friends.
I’d like to think so, but I’m not convinced.
Something about grooming dogs seems just fine
while, with humans, not so much.
That’s the problem with being human,
we don’t handle having other humans
lavish praise on us so well, at least after the infant stage.
And yet we have no problem
receiving it from
or giving it to
dogs their whole lives.
Whoever said life was fair…
(10/30/23)
WATER DOWN LEAVES
Water down leaves with Autumn’s spirited cold,
Until hands shiver, and lips are glossed a balmy-blue ~
Where every oak and maple leaf turns conspicuously old.
Green leaves, lavished in the summer of love, unfold
A windfall, of resplendent uproarious hues!
Water down leaves with Autumn’s spirited cold.
Forget the wrinkle cream, boxes of botox sold.
Live for the weathered, rapturous arctic-cruise,
Where every oak and maple leaf turns, conspicuously old.
The waterfall season, in serried spread, crisp and bold.
The aged, with timely wisdom, impress the new.
Water down leaves with Autumn’s spirited cold.
Children will jump into the latent cauldron of gold,**
After the temperature’s whisked, into a heavenly brew,
Where every oak and maple leaf turns, conspicuously old.
Unseasonable warmth, will not withhold!
Skyward eyes plead an eventual breakthrough.
Water down leaves with Autumn’s spirited cold,
Where every oak and maple leaf, turns, conspicuously old.
10/19/2017
Brian Strand’s Contest No 350
1st Place
*Balmy - Crazy
**Cauldron - Intensity of emotions
My home is my castle
That’s where I live
From the outside, it’s small
But on the inside, it’s big
When I shut my front door
It’s private and sweet
My home is my castle
My beautiful retreat
It’s attractively furnished
And lavished with gifts
Decorated for a king
These are my digs
My home is my castle
It’s where I reside
A beautiful fortress
And that’s where I hide
My home is my castle
Got a roof over my head
I pay the bills
And I make the bread
It’s a lovely abode
This apartment of mine
My little habitat
Where I like to confide
It’s a sparkling palace
So, I’ll do as I dare
I’ll make the changes
With colour and flare
My home is my castle
I don’t hear a sound
It’s peaceful and quiet
When no one’s around
My home is my castle
My present address
A delightful property
Where I find good rest
I have a welcome rug
By the front door
Please wipe your feet
Come in, shut the door
© Copyright KC. Leake
30th December 2014
All Rights Reserved
You are all glorious within My Love
and your eyes don’t miss a thing
wisdom and intelligence your royal robes
why your God has made you King
A throne that’s built on justice
in foresight an everlasting plan
you have designed a future
to delight every child woman man
We have sought your understanding
and to implement what you defined
full applications of your blueprints
for the temple you have designed
The Scepter and Crown Imperial
for to you God gave his house
hand selected your personal servants
whose hearts were to you espoused
The preparations are nearly ready
and to polish the final few
the gems you’ve sought for centuries
the final crowning of those like you
You have beckoned them so gently
your voice the only one they hear
they have followed your instructions
and for this you count them dear
Like God your work is flawless
a transparent clarity of mind
your affections are deeply loyal
you are generous vastly kind
You have lavished upon us promise
devoted to giving all happiness
to the eliminations of all suffering
your established kingdom will bring all this
source : the Word of God
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Before the day that I was born
Your grace and love prepared my way
You molded me, throughout the years
And made me who I am today
The more I grow, the more I know
The more I live, more proof I see
That through each moment of my life
Your grace has been pursuing me
At times your grace was clearly seen
At times it wasn’t seen at all
You lavished it upon my life
In ways so grand, in ways so small
You hold no record of my sins
Your grace has thrown them in the sea
Your love is past what I could know
Your grace has been pursuing me
And when my path was set in flames
When floods of fear swept over me
When darkness tried to cloud my sight
Oh, where was grace? I couldn’t see
But then, You sent deliverance
And like a cloak, peace covered me
When freed, I saw that through it all
Your grace had been pursuing me
I know that as the years go by
I surely shall know pain and strife
Your grace will still sustain my heart
No matter where I go in life
Whenever any trial comes
I cling to faith and trust in Thee
No matter what life’s path shall bring
Your grace will keep pursuing me
When through the vale of death I walk
In wars, with me Your grace shall go
Your grace pursues me faster than
The quickest, cruelest, strongest foe
My hope, my confidence is this
The Rock on which I stand is Thee
In poignant pain, in greatest grief
Your grace will keep pursuing me
And even when I fail or fall
Your grace is there to raise me up
Your joy and peace shall never cease
Your blessings overflow my cup
Your grace will guard me till the day
That in Your house, I live with Thee
Forever, to the length of days
Your grace will keep pursuing me
Born in Adam's sin, same as all mankind,
I was lost and unaware of my plight.
My wayward heart was desperately blind,
Then You came into my darkest night,
And showered me with Your holy light.
My Redeemer, You found me in my despair,
From brokenness You healed and set me free.
You lavished me with love and showed you care,
By purchasing my freedom on Calvary.
You shed your blood to pay sin's price for me.
There is no way I could ever repay,
The price You paid to save my very soul.
All you ask is for me to follow Your way.
To share Your love and walk by faith my goal,
My Redeemer can truly make you whole.
Dearest Prof –
I did not title them:
These ever-ready logs
Ready to assemble ants of cowries;
They dance from sea to land
Wishing to be titled by exigent gods
Who watch over their lonely coronations
Lavished with sacrificial songs!
I did not title them:
Pot-bellied officees of faculties
Chewing mouthfuls of the land’s laws
Their neighbours:
Half-truthful goblins of tax-collectors
The smiling kick-backers
And officees of admissions –
Who titled these men?
Dearest Prof –
Many are these titled men of today
Are they found everywhere?
Do they mount uniformed road-blocks
As we pass safety-roads without eyes?
Head-strong: are their skulls also fragile?
Could the husk of a tax-collectors mouth
Eat the husks of his pot’s bottom?
Who titled these men?
Matching boldly with wrong titles?
Of course, the red-caps of the under world
Visited the newly world-renowned ref
(Prof, a roused lad heard it told!)
Did they leave the corpse by the ref?
Sadistic: are they also shrewdly fraternal?
I cannot lavish the sacred lines.
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