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Each child soon cocooned within their histories tomb.
Every painter, poet, sculptor shaping lives one action at a time.
Artists born of feathered movement,
each angel’s gesture proof of vibratory vision.
This one’s for you.
This one’s love to call your very own.
A masterpiece of sinned and sculpted futures
wrapped within a tomb of fancied past.
Living, liking, loving, hating, moments,
shown to us by others in the crease of every face.
Love gives the gift of eyes once new
from brown to blue to open.
While time reveals in tracks of lifetime’s lost
footprints of indifference
dancing on the surface of our clocks.
In her absence, her reflection is my poetry.
Quill could ink a million verses about her perfection.
Her heart's a gem not found in any rare jewellery.
Legacy of my ink will embed her history.
Musings without metaphors to show my affection.
In her absence, her reflection is my poetry.
Her poetic garden blossoms in deep mystery.
Diamonds, rubies and pearls lay on her path's direction,
Her heart's a gem not found in any rare jewellery.
Sweet scarlet lips form like a succulent strawberry,
dipped upon her chocolate satin bronze complexion.
In her absence, her reflection is my poetry.
Her sweet scent enchants like celestial perfumery,
shines brighter than a crystal starlight constellation.
Her heart's a gem not found in any rare jewellery.
Rainbow blessings highlight her masterpiece artistry,
sunshine after the rain warming our heart's connection.
In her absence, her reflection is my poetry.
Her heart's a gem not found in any rare jewellery.
O’ in the laden light
Sparks the fire,
Its attic
Cathedral of fire shall not burn down
A blazed, all consuming fire;
Chard concrete, statues, bricks ignite;
Heavens, angels tear cry out, not here;
"The Cathedral serves as a spiritual home”
For almost a millennium, always shown;
Cathedral of fire shall not burn down
We mere mortals are saddened to witness;
No Niether flames or fire damages to this architectural masterpiece;
Notre Dame will continues a symbol of France,
O Lord hail down rains of water and blessings;
Embrace the cathedral with confessions;
Cathedral of fire shall not burn down
A blazed, all consuming fire;
Chard concrete, statues, bricks ignite;
Heavens, angels tear cry out, not here;
Worships amongst the tears those fears;
Cathedral of fire shall not burn down
One of God’s earthly parishes;
We shall embellish, return unto us;
Notre Dame’s bells will once again wail;
Never, ever be stilled those bells will sound again;
We stand with France today to offer our assistance praises;
Glorious and the tragic historical moments that will forever remain;
Cathedral of fire shall not burn down
Shalt be rebuilt, fire blaze nevermore charred walls;
Let’s embrace the chance to dance, witness the rehabilitation of religion freedom enhanced;
Notre Dame shines on through the char,
Angels look down tonight, them to sing Glory to all worship not by chance…
We stand with France today as we sing and pray.. Viva la France O’ in the laden light;
Cathedral of fire shall not burn down
Sparks the fire,
A blazed, all consuming fire;
Chard concrete, statues, bricks ignite;
Heavens, angels tear cry out, not here;
"The Cathedral that serves as a physical spiritual home”;
For almost a millennium,
We mere mortals are saddened to witness;
No Neither flames or fire damages to this architectural masterpiece;
Notre Dame will continues a symbol of France;
Cathedral of fire shall not burn down never more at rebuilt stance;
Notre Dame ever more a Symbol of France;
4/17/19
For NOTRE DAME IN THE NEWS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
When I let go of all types of people in my life
Little by little went the dissolving strife
Slow and more slowly crept in the peace
Cutting off that dead fruit in my life was a relief
More vividly and beautifully my days started to come
Coming back into me - the joy and sense again of being young
Age is but a number - in a world of numbers
Be one of those awoken and not one of those that slumbers
You can't help what others say and do
All you can help is the reaction of you
Leave the past behind and just walk away
Never believe those who say they'll stay
Never believe anyone or anything if your vibe and energies are off
Always trust it - even if making sense it's not
Keep alert with eyes open and maybe you'll see
Just what that intuition that day was telling you and me
Find rationalization in a world that makes absolutely no sense
Eloquently performed - leave no fingerprints
Be tolerant of others and their beliefs
Be the much-needed planet's masterpiece
Your beauty I am astounded as if sun rise sky
A soft voice, tender smile filled enticing enthusiast
Behind it, I can feel vibes of a good soul
My words twisted like two entangled breathless
I speak them many times, over and over
How this suppose play out in real world
Romanticism between souls as heart's fall
I see you, my breath gasp deeply inside
Your scent I long smell of essence upon me
A touch of your heart, to feel its passion
The beat of life's infatuation you move me
Beyond the depths stir aroused curiosity
Of life's wondrous beauty my eyes find love
Before me, a piece of heaven made with love
My desire for need I want I feel
To be near you, curled in warmth sensation
A gioconda masterpiece for all the world
Framed in exquisite quality to human nature
True beauty of love, capturing hearts for eternal
You and I, bare to life's existence for being
How did you see ahead God
When we don’t have a clue?
You make plans, arrangements ahead of time
You make everything falls together like pieces of puzzle
Falling in their places
A masterpiece
With a personal touch from the Master’s hands
Sometimes we don’t know what You are doing
And we question You
Taxing You, vexing You
If only we know
How grand your ideas are
Then we would stop the barrage of inquests
And rest in You
How many times You said You are in control
But do we listen?
We just have to get involved
And give You a helping hand
You don’t need our help
That is why You are God
And we aren’t
We got all worked up
Flustered, confused, put off
All because we don’t have an inclination of what to do
We are not supposed to know
It is God’s mysterious hands
That will be the glory of all
So be You God
Direct us, guide us, lead us
Your way
The wonder way
The perfect way
The only way
Always
Sometimes insects are yucky
Scary looking and beastly
That make you jump out of your skin
But one holds beauty from within
This furry ling legged creature soon
Will hide inside a warm cocoon
Transforming into colored wings
And all the beauty that it brings
Will immerse from deep inside
Where it was kept mummified
Now this graceful gorgeous sight
spreads its wings as it takes flight
Into its new home in the sky
Exotic and free it will fly
Like a colored perfect painting
A masterpiece it is creating
Putting on a dainty show
As rhythm begins to flow
From this poised and nimble newborn
Dancing to a new life song
As the butterfly flutters by
Above our heads and way up high
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SOMEONE STOLE MY SNOWMAN
Someone stole my snowman, I only made it yesterday
A carrot nose and coal for eyes in the traditional snowman way
The thieves were pretty clever; they left his hat and scarf behind
They also left his carrot nose so he’ll be right and hard to find
When I realized this morning, that my snowman wasn’t there
I thought I must investigate, this rather sad affair
But there were no clues that I could see, just a soggy scarf and hat
And a little patch of yellow snow, but I’m sure the dog did that
That smiley, chubby snowman, was built by my own hand
A little bit of snowy art, in a winter wonderland
My hands and feet were freezing, as I made this masterpiece
But my snowman seems to be no more, he is in fact diseased
I have to face reality, my snowman’s gone away
Maybe he was magic, and he’ll return again someday
I stare out at the winter sun, as the snow melts on my lawn
And I sit and wonder to myself, where has my snowman gone
A.I Chat GPT just type a topic in
and that masterpiece will spit out;
That’s all you really need to begin;
It’s the most unforgivable sin,
automatic art shouldn’t equal clout;
A.I Chat GPT just type a topic in;.
Poach what it means to be human,
write feelings you know nothing about;
That’s all you really need to begin;
Bots are a cheap impersonation,
broken tech leads to an idea drought;
A.I Chat GPT just type a topic in;
Pass us that false bravado no question,
incapable of a complex route;
That’s all you really need to begin;
You’re selected for instant publication
drowning without any depth no doubt;
A.I Chat GPT just type a topic in,
that’s all you really need to begin.
As I finish my day
with a hot cup of chai,
eyes slightly heavy
and yawning a sigh,
I ponder my thoughts
hoping for a last write
before I give in
and I call it a night.
A brief sense of urgency
catches my breath.
What if tomorrow
is fated my death?
I still haven't written
that one masterpiece,
fulfilling my life
so to die with a peace.
I'm still wide awake
though I can't believe how.
This yearning consumes
every part of me now.
Even when working
I'm watching the time,
searching my mind
for a meaningful rhyme.
I have to give up now,
It's getting too late.
My coveted masterpiece
just has to wait.
I say to myself,
"There's always tomorrow"
but still I can't help
feeling whispers of sorrow.
Maybe someday,
if I sort them all out,
the words of my masterpiece
might come about,
one of these nights
as my day says goodbye,
while I sit and enjoy
one more hot cup of chai.
-Jeannie Minor