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"I have offended God and mankind because my work did not reach the quality it should have." ~ last words of Leonardo da Vinci
Dear Leonardo, one so easily admired,
countless souls you have inspired.
It's been five hundred years, and yet,
the world, it seems, cannot forget.
So striking, your last words of regret.
How, then, can this be?
You make us question. It is your style.
What makes the Mona Lisa smile?
She gazed at you with all her heart,
bemused at the genius, set apart,
and became the world's most famous art,
and so maybe I can see:
I do not think it's false modesty,
but another puzzle key
to the meaning of your quote,
as history you rewrote,
God's divine purpose to devote,
you didn't optimize your gift.
While I don't know God's thinking,
I expect He's unoffended and unblinking.
You needn't brood or smolder.
From your illustrious shoulders -
go ahead, remove that boulder.
Give your heart a lift.
I would expect He had a plan,
using you the best way He can.
Modesty,
In the valley of life I S.O.A.K
mirrored
in your reflection of feel
resistance rests in the wilderness
but I will not buy her tricks
I am not long for this world
neither am I short
as the mouths of babes call for their supper
I hold the pillars of the earth in each hand
one black, one white
I don't believe in paprika
overkill for one who has no taste
I live for the salt
and lick those painful wounds
I've been peppered by prejudice
and prefer a silence not yet heard
but in it there is a song
no birds can sing it
only a stranger in the ocean's call
she is not a siren or filled with deep red hair
she's smooth and soft as whispers
with a soul that can't compare
I will not lose her to the wind
nor the fire nor despair
I'll reach out to her dainty
and caress what she does fear
It's me who wounds the wonders
as mother cries at night
there's no living in the darkness
when happiness shines her light
Timeless Reunions
by Odin Roark
Regret mingled with other flotsam,
Longing found a corner and wondered,
Mistakes were numerous, all grinning confidently.
Knee jerks were like always,
Their passion without reason at the ready.
What an affair,
This reunion to end all reunions.
He had made himself the center of attention long enough.
His ego-mirror was worn and beginning to blur.
It was time, he knew.
After all, everything and everyone
Had sent him an invitation.
So…
Applauding disappointments,
Thanking them for introducing him to paradox,
He next shook hands with injustice,
Thankful he’d avoided its wrathful guillotine.
Gifting a wink to fate hovering overhead.
Spotting modesty and humble keeping to themselves,
He enjoined them with some bubbly,
Toasting them for their perseverance
And apologizing for not being more attentive.
As the night grew long,
He continued looking for love.
He knew its nature well,
Having often experienced Tennyson’s maxim:
‘Better to have loved and lost,
Than to have not loved at all.’
Still…
There seemed little tenure left
Before time would…
And there She was.
There He was.
There it All was.
Love’s state of being
The reflection of semblance
He’d heard so much about,
Tried so hard to find and hold onto.
His dance card remained full for the night,
As he spun through his illusions one last time
Before dawn broke and the bright light embraced him,
Guiding him to the other side
Where further trials and errors for celebration
Were waiting.
He smiled.
Listen up, folks, 'cause here's my confession,
I ain't one for modesty or discretion.
I'll tell you straight, without any delay,
What I truly adore, come what may.
It's hedonistic pleasure that I seek,
With every passion that I choose to peak.
I push the limits, go beyond the light,
And sometimes it scares the folks in sight.
But when the day is done and the night's begun,
I'll tell you, friend, it's all for fun.
The sun will rise and the world will shine,
And I'll be out there, living it up, feeling fine.
So don't you judge or try to reign me in,
'Cause this is who I am, and I always win.
My love for life is sweet and true,
And nothing, no one, can bring me down or subdue.
:: 03 26 2023 ::
Grace and mercy
I shall ever implore
as my soul
yields to boundless passions
crosses lines
and in dire straits
found lost.
The Hand of God
I shall ever beseech
to touch my heart
turn hate into compassion
envy into contentment
vanish vanity into modesty
and to raise me up
as I fall.
The blessings of His Holiness
I shall ever pray for
a voice of truth
a valiant spirit
wearing the night to meet the dark
a beauty
oozing from deep within
seeping into souls' hearts.
The voice of abiding gratitude
I shall ever raise
an unbending power
though heavy the pain
endurance is God's reward
His guidance, a divine award
the gifts bestowed upon me, I adore
greedy I am to ask for more!
Poetry,
a gift how I wish for!
I shall ever sip its lore
as I aspire
the greatness of its core
my worries would swallow
and in its bounties
my words would wallow.
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Racketeers scheming dishonest fraudulent dealings
Having no remorse for other peoples feelings
This is just how they are to keep themselves and theirs
With no empathy they are whilst setting up their lairs…
Delivering deceitfulness only to obtain
Benefits from others so others will maintain…
A state of modesty for generosity gages peace
Whilst the partners push them along-only proving both are cheats.
Don’t think that you are foolish for having trusting ears
For they plot the lot of them those rampant racketeers.
Have mercy and have pity for those that are beneath
For they have lost a higher helm to lie behind tacked teeth.
Psalm 28:7 The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him.
In the silence
Breath of hope
Whisper of faith
Mystery of grace
Dances through the soul
In hues of amber, crimson and gold
Wrapping the heart in warmth
From the light that rises across the sea
When there are thoughts filling the mind
With Jesus, God’s precious Son
In the stillness
Sighing with dreams
Murmuring inspiration
Making way for belief
Swirls freely, with praise
In moments of humility, modesty
Chasing away the darkness
With reflections of starlight
Capturing the heart’s promises
With rays of truth and consolation
Discovered in the knowledge that
Jesus is the light of the world
In the quiet
Panting psalms and poems
Praises of the One who
Lives to teach us the truth
Assure us of our own worth
Remind us that we can love
Beyond the pain and hurt
Past the grief, worry and fear
Through the most horrible nightmare
Into the heart of the moment
When we look joy in the eyes
And know – God is always in control
Of our lives!
Joy continuum Poetry Contest
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February 9, 2021
Somewhere, when the butterflies dream
In the morning sunshine:
I rub my freshly woken eyes
And smile my heart away;
I want to be the wings of time
I want to be the waves of love
Sing the happiness song today...
Somewhere, when the roads are young
And the flings with nature had just begun:
I wonder if I needed faith
Lose the modesty in my gait,
Because I traded off so wild
Lust for freedom and love so mild;
I’ve found a hand, not visibly clear
That touched my soul, believed to bear:
The sorrows that had been hidden beneath me..
But since i am the one I am
There is no one who think they can,
Because the roads do so beguile
My rowdy soul into the wild:
It is a path that shelters light
And gives the air, its morning flight;
I walk alone to find my grace
I walk alone to see my light
And Tomorrow I may not be…
So…
I want to be the wings of time
I want to be the waves of love
Its me and me and me only
The hand had been a mere felony...
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If God would take the moon
And make it into a great pie,
The sweet aroma of spice
And green apple would fill the sky.
He’d begin with the careful peeling,
Making the globe shining apple-white.
Then He’d find fixins’ to get it just right.
He would count the servings needed
For the whole world to be satisfied,
And choose just the right flavoring
To set all differences of taste aside,
But with all due respect to the bakers’ pride.
To provide for all the world’s problems,
God gives his secret spiritual answers.
So to the seasoning of the apples,
He adds His nine flavor enhancers.
With perfection, God takes no chances.
There is a pinch of peace, joy, and love,
For that aroma that rises above.
Then there is the patience, gentleness and grace,
So that humankind need not eat in haste.
He wants all to sense the goodness in the taste.
Next faith, modesty and moderation He adds,
And then more love he sprinkles in scads.
Here below our appetites we whet,
Our stomach’s pits to be satisfied.
Thankful for every morsel we get,
Until convinced our Lord is glorified.
Soon one could hardly see a crumb.
But we have no need at all to fear,
For at the end of daylight’s trusty gleam,
The moon again is a shining sphere.
Boko Haram came last night,
to steal a lamb for slaughter.
And began to fondle me,
my father lost his daughter.
As rough hands stripped me naked,
fingers probed private places.
And men without modesty,
took pains to hide their faces.
Chains shackled to my ankles,
my head's covered with a sack.
And I was dragged to a truck,
with hands tied behind my back.
For hours I'm raped and beaten,
along with others in pain.
Then I'm driven to their camp,
where they ravage me again.
Tomorrow, I will be sold
as a sex slave to a man.
And with no chance of escape,
I'll survive the best I can.
(Quatrain)
6/4/2018