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“Conquering Xanadu’s enigmatic beauty is heaven’s majestic reality of God’s presence.” By the poet
Call me Xanadu---
“an idyllic, exotic
or luxurious place.”
Considered was I as the
Summer capital in 1274-1364
of the Mongol Empire.
Claiming for prominence
famous was I was then for
my palaces, gardens and waterways.
Creating muse for poetry
I represent a condition of mystery
splendid luxury, and easy living.
Carving an essence against enigmatic thought
my perspective delights in my being
a paradise, offering hope and peace.
Come to me as I point you to heaven* of biblical reality
such is abode of God with His grace, mercy and love
beyond the blue for beauteous worship-praise.
Crystal clear is its radiance of holiness’ rays
surpassing my glowing magnificence
since in Heaven, with faith's reality, Christ reigns.
*1Peter 1:3-5 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, To an inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled, and that fadeth not away, reserved in heaven for you, Who are kept by the power of God through faith unto salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.
April 30, 2023
1st place, "Writing Challenge - Words with 'X'" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 5/3/2023.
April 19 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on 1Kings 18-20
Key Verse – 1Kings 18:21 And Elijah came unto all the people, and said, How long halt ye between two opinions? if the LORD be God, follow him: but if Baal, then follow him. And the people answered him not a word.
HEART THAT FOLLOWS THE LORD WHO IS GOD
Our heart follows the LORD Who is God of our salvation’s joyfulness
As we praise Him with mirth-filled gratefulness
Along worship’s earnestness
By His loving kindness.
Our heart follows the LORD Who is God of our salvation’s light
As we delight in Him with illumined sight
Along wisdom’s plight
By His direction so true and right.
Our heart follows the LORD Who is God of our salvation’s honor
As we rely upon Him with sincere fervor
Along willingness’ clamor
By His merciful ardor.
Our heart follows the LORD Who is God of our salvation’s victory
As we trust Him with jubilant testimonial story
Along Word’s miracle-territory
By His magnificent glory.
Our heart follows the LORD Who is God of our salvation’s restoration
As we thank Him with heartfelt appreciation
Along work’s dedication
By His powerful motivation.
Our heart follows the LORD Who is God of our salvation’s contentment
As we draw nigh to Him with prayerful sentiment
Along watchfulness’ predicament
By His perfecting fulfillment.
Our heart follows the LORD Who is God of our salvation’s magnificence
As we glorify Him, exalting Him with majestic iridescence
Along humility’s essence
By His Word-transforming efflorescence.
April 19, 2026
You didn’t leave me in the past,
Where faded memories were dark, shadows
Breaking through my peace, rhythms
Raining like echoes from the long-ago,
Erasing the beautiful, the joy and hope
The promises of wonderful, in hues
So brilliant, like the laughter of a lavender
Bloom, the music in cobalt blues,
The blush, trembling in whispery cerise,
Glowing magnificence – promises
From the dewlike blessings, falling
From heaven – in stunning hues – singing
To the past of a gorgeous that has come,
Shyly wiping away the tears of yesterday
With silent breath, gasping for truth
Trusting in the One who shines, brighter
Than the sun. He is the Son, the love,
The beautiful in every color, the miracle
In every dream, the lesson in every need,
The feeling beyond any affection…
He is the One who makes a way through the past,
Through the pain and the failure, the flaws
That makes us human and more damaged than
We care to admit – more broken than we can express,
More defective and insufficient, more weak and frail
Than our description of humanity – without Him,
The One who makes a way beyond the deficiency
The humanness, the limitations of our own abilities…
Because He knows us better than we know us,
Because He loves us more than we love us,
Because He abides with us – when we’re lost
Because He is love that silences the broken heart
Because He is the answer to every prayer spoken
Because He is the Savior, the Peace, the Hope
Because He knows us and longs to show us…
The way out of the past, out of the pain, out of the doubt…
We have a chance to reach out, in faith, with the assurance
That our sincere belief in this Jesus, His grace – we can
Sincerely say… HE saves! Oh, yes… HE SAVES!!!
Being made of fragile sensibility
I relish being lost in my own creativity
Why, I even relish sharing it with the world
Such does make me feel like I am a special girl
But I am in all also made of shortcomings
They do take me to more than causing some disturbing
I do interact with difficulty
With those who do make up the walls of my city
I prefer to be alone
To my own demons I do become prone
I do keep my judgments to myself
And do pretend to be a solo queen, seated on the highest shelf
But hey, I do have a conscience
Many a times, it does show its magnificence
I do feel guilty, if I have been too cruel
I do show humanity, to those caught in my spell
I do have a sense of duty as well
Even if all I do wish is to be a rebel
A rebellious dreamer
Safe under her own cover
I do care to do my duty
With all sense of civility
So in the end I guess it all makes me a good person
One who can be trusted, for whatever reason!
On our walk along the beach this morning
among the roar of the waves and those sweet saltwater smells
we hunted as we are want to do…for interesting shells.
We never know what we might find as the seashore is filled with surprises.
We usually end up with a myriad of shells in many shapes and sizes.
Today’s walk was a little different as we shared the same impulse…
though unspoken
for unbeknownst to either of us…some of our chosen shells…were broken.
While we were mesmerized by the magnificence and the beauty of our shells
We were taken with the natural beauty of the broken shells as well.
And it made me wonder if that’s not true of us…though it too often goes unspoken
for when you stop to think about it…aren’t we all…a little broken?
None of us are perfect…(wouldn’t that make life a little dull?)
and the fact that we’re all broken…is what makes us beautiful.
We are all distinctive…some of us are idiosyncratic, some colorful and some bizarre…
but it’s these subtle little differences that make us who we are.
As we look around our country today…
many signs abound and many cruel words have been spoken
that show how we are living in a land whose people have been broken.
We are a country left in pieces….a myriad of broken shells
and it is more important than it ever was…to find our beauty, now, as well.
I pray we find a way to combine our beauties…to make peace in compromises
and learn to live together with our myriad of broken shapes and colors and sizes…
May we uncover beauty in all our broken pieces…
like those we found today along the shore
And find a way to blend them all together…
into something more beautiful than before.
When my heart could no longer illuminate,
I gazed towards horizons shrouded in blurry blackness,
revealing the agony of my sorrows to the moon.
Wondering if it would gift me a beloved
that reflects within my heart like an effervescent lamp.
One that would recognise my voice,
leading me to my dream world.
Suddenly a jewel from the sky descended like sunset.
I followed its path of sparkling stardust upon malachite meadows,
so I could have a glimpse of this unseen artistry.
I will never forget the first time she called my name,
nor the tingling sensations of an abundance of internal butterflies.
There she was, an untouched treasure.
Was she the one to endow me with pleasure?
Her precious persona enticed my sullen demeanour,
as it beamed like a billion streetlights,
reminding me of an unfinished song,
where the silence in between heartbeats was her name -
the last lyric to an omitted chorus.
Sapphire skies reappeared
bringing back absent sunshine,
Its radiant rays glowing upon her shadow.
Her eyes dazzled like bronze gems.
Her ruby red lips revealed a smile
brighter than a million pearls.
Her golden locks of hair glistened,
gently blowing in the aura of her magnificence.
I'll never forget the first time she cried,
her diamond tears trickled upon my chest,
like little stars glittering in her gloom,
concluding our unwritten poem,
memorised within the backstreets of our minds.
I can still savour the taste in my mouth -
She said her mascara was waterproof,
yet it's engraved within my soul
like an eternal tattoo.
The Silent One
21 February 2022
My new college roommate was a fancy woman
She brought the most interesting pieces of furniture
I had never seen such magnificence, and I told her
She laughed at my delight in her “simple things”
They were simple to her because she was an artist.
Not simple to me by any means. I was delighted and enthralled.
Loving her daisy-decorated dresser and her mermaid bed.
Creativity bounced all over the room now.
She grew up and continued to be fancy.
We grew apart, but kept in touch.
I went to visit her twenty years later.
And there was her fancy daisy-decorated dresser.
“Put it into your car,” she told me.
“You always loved it more than I did.”
I did and was ever so glad as it was our last visit.
She passed from cancer a few months later.
That was thirty years ago.
I have kept her dresser in the best shape.
Loving my memories of her.
Never forgetting her artistic flair and her generous ways.
Let me not see just the matter around, O Divine Master, let me, rather, glimpse the magic in the material; May this world turn to me a subject of joy. Let me not put a full stop to realities. Rather, let my senses full-bloom and fill with wonder. Let my curiosity grow; adventurous spirit advance; admiration amplify. Let me experience the innocent freedom that leads me to explore the highest and fullest possibility of each and every atom. Let excitement fill my mind as I see and experience the magnificence around. Let this ocean of the endless world be my source of inspiration and sense of sustenance. In my motionless wonder,
cosmos of blossoms
galaxies of glowworms and moths ---
butterfly rainbows
28 June 2022
Like A Child Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
"the ocean is"
stronger than waves
more hypnotizing than tides
more graceful than a seagull
the ocean sits
a touch of wind
a shadow of the moon
endless reflective crystal waters
in magnificence the ocean is
sing to me crashing waves upon rocks
place me in a trance with rolling tides
never end the far wide and beyond
for its wonder and openness breathes
such is the reason why seagulls fly above
just as souls look for oneness and peace
seagulls know the only place to be
softer than waves
more mesmerizing than tides
mightier than a seagull
the ocean stands
a hint of a breeze
a glimpse of sunlight
endless sparkling blue waters
in wonderment the ocean is
SkyWatcher - 03-26-17
Loneliness is not what I’m looking forward to
Distress was not part of my gladness, so true
Oceanic, ominous waves bring me down sometimes, darling so free
Tension-packed, traumatic nervousness gives me moments of mere bravery
Oceanic, ominous waves swallow me whole and silence takes its toll substantially,
Eventually washing away the jubilance that blooms like the sun of the afternoon
Gladness and God’s grace makes me flutter away and sway away oh so beautifully
Like a suave butterfly out of a vicacious cocoon that flies in the month of June
Love from above is essential and beneficial to my heart of cold stone
I’m like a resonating, dynamic dove in the sky, then captivated in descending disheartenment
I rove in fields of blues and grays - the ominous waves, alone,
Have scared me off and made my optimism die and now, I am facing dire discouragement
Emotionally inclined and woeful waters spill out from my oceanic eyes
Getting rid of the guilty conscience and fighting back lust and lies
Crimson rain, like waterfalls, collide from the wounds of my heart’s desire
I want to be as pure as amber-colored auras around the rather dazzling fire
I’m as freezing hot as fire below the waters of wistfulness
I want to boil up your wondrous waves of blissfulness
I don’t want to look back at the ominous waves of fearful fretfulness
I don’t want to backtrack the sorrow from within you and I regardless
Majestic, mesmerizing movement of the sparkling sea moves us for an eternity
It brings me benevolent bliss and leaves the gloomy waves envious of our serenity
I just don’t want to be humiliated by hatred and its horrendous thunderstorm
Instead, let me feel the monsoons of meandering magnificence unfold and keep my kindred spirits warm
Evaporate the oceanic, ominous waves from tearing us apart -
Drown not my hopes and joys of my youth from my heart; give me a reason to venture on my own
We are a ship of vital vigilance and shimmering might from the start
I am much like a seashore-bound shipwreck, once wandering through the abyssal waters all alone
Ascending awesomely like the exuberant, extraterrestrial mountains
Oceanic, ominous waves try to break me into shards of empty misery,
Expressing my solitude’s serene solace through my poetic words
Loneliness is not what I’m looking forward to, but to release it like birds