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Molten gold glistening among the priceless, fathomless dragon lair
Born of crystallized dragon riders, Ariennada knew to love them and to care
They nurtured her in their olden ancient ways
She who had birthed herself, in their cave of clays
She reached an age where the secrets in her heart
Born of her parents’, handed down from Knight of Marth,
Made mystical magical sense, and showed her the path
She raised her own dragon, and he taught her his wrath
Ariennada, a prophetess, born from Queen Elise’s womb,
Stone-cold in her determination to dispel all gloom
Led the dragons to a place, far away from battles they did not like
She was their princess, their queen, a full-grown dragon faerie delight
One dragon, Old Manster was in love with her, but he kept it quiet
For the others were too, and there would have been a riot.
Molten gold glistening among the priceless, fathomless dragon lair
Born of crystallized dragon riders, Ariennada knew to love them, and to care.
Treasure like the stars above
Hidden in the clouds above
Treasure like the eyes of a dove
Away from hungry wolves
Hidden to the world
But visible in my world
Treasure of a loving heart
Like a diamond beneath the earth
Hidden in the heart
Like a molten magma in the earth
Treasure that belongs to the heart
Different from the rest on earth
Away from treasure hunters
Stationed to make my heart glitter
Oh, this treasure glows!
Her glory repels sorrow!
Who can access this treasure
That dwells in the heart like a cynosure?
Only he who loves beyond measure
Whose heart love with composure
Dedicated to Akinwale Abiodun (Queen Bee)
When the earth was formed, molten iron sank to its center to make the core.
A cataclysmic meteorite showers that hit Earth after the core formed; they say Earth’s gold and platinum arrived in a meteor showers that lasted 200 million years.
Priced elements rare and highly valued soft golden yellow, silverfish-white most sought after metals in the world.
As the years passed the metals have gradually worn away broken into pieces by wind, water, or other force of nature.
Elements that are heavy in weight, moved through the millennial of years, found concentrated and trapped between rocks, streams, rivers, and ocean beds.
It has been coveted, stolen and buried, and people have died for gold.
Christopher Columbus sailed to America looking for gold.
Mined or dredged as dust or nuggets that can be melted down, shaped and sculpted into any form imaginable.
I like to wear my raw gold nugget around my neck on a gold chain.
4/13/2018
Continued from Part 1
The City’s blur? A sepulcher for Christians, Muslims, Jews –
Cathedrals, Temples, vacant now, enshrine their residues,
for churches, mosques and synagogues abide without a bruise.
No cantillation, belfry bells, monastic chants inspire
and Minarets, though standing yet, host neither voice nor crier -
abodes and buildings silhouette a muted spectral choir.
A church’s Gothic ceilings guard the empty pews below
and, all alone amongst the stones, a maiden’s blue jabot.
The Saints, in crypts, though nondescript, grace halos now aglow.
Stray footsteps swarm through church no more (apostates that profane)
though echoes in the nave still din and chalice cups retain
an altar wine that tastes of brine decaying in the rain.
Coiled candle sticks, with twisted wicks, no longer 'lume the cracks -
their dying flames revealed the shame, mid pendant pearls of wax,
when deference to innocence dissolved in molten tracks.
Six steeple towers, steel though now drab daggers in the sky!
Their hallowed halls no longer call when breezes wander by –
for, filled with dread to wake the dead, they've ceased to sough or sigh.
The chapel chimes? Their clapper rope (that tongue-tied confidante)
won’t writhe to ring the carillon, alone and lean and gaunt –
its flocks of jute, now fallen mute, adorn the holy font.
No saints will come with jagged tongues to sing a silent psalm
nor bless pale lips with languid quips to pierce the deathly calm,
nor pray for mercy, grace deferred, nor beg lethean balm.
Continued in Part 3
Oh sweetest breeze carry me home
to fields of nectar-green
So I may rest my tired back
against the gentle old oak tree
I'll carve my name into its trunk
and seal it with my love
I blow a kiss with painted lips
that match the colour of my heart.
And when the moon deceives the dusk
with its persistent glowing light
Those unique limbs will reach for me
to keep me safe, they will protect me in the wild.
I'd nestle 'tween their tender strength
as spuming stars fill up the night.
And when at dawn the sun will rise
with molten gold warming my eyes
This skin will bathe in drops of dew
dripping from leaves of painters' sleeves
splashed with a glossy silver-hue.
The birds will fly out of their nests
cloaked in their fur red-breasted dress
They 'll sing to us,along we'll sway
like fresh-cut blossoms blooming in May.
Oh sweetest breeze carry me home
to fields of nectar-green
So I may rest my tired back
against the gentle old oak tree .
Oh sweetest breeze where is that place,
Where Is the place I call my own
Is there a voice , Is there a wind
Is there an oak tree calling me home?
This was for keeps for all we knew
so far away so long ago
I really fell in love with you
before you played the second show
White lace and grace and promises
Beguile? Belong? Betroth? Beseech?
it's best to do what momma says
so very close so out of reach
The moment when the slight girl sings
that lovely voice like scented smoke
like chocolate and cello strings
like molten gold or burnished oak
I know I've wasted too much time
the one thing that's in short supply
there'll never be another rhyme
and stars won't fall down from the sky
I tell myself I'm feeling old
there's nothing I can do about it
and what I've garnered unconsoled
of love is how to live without it
Why must our loved ones disappear?
Oh won't you say what laid you low?
I know that you're not really here
it's just that worn-out radio
Beyond an overcast lazuline sky
a night of waning moon sets ember dark.
As a silent candle of molten hope burns
an ashen landscape in sudden flares up
plummeting a trail from heaven to earth.
Streaks of photons scattered in brilliance
lumineers in blaze...
Are they shooting stars?
I had never seen them before.
Eyes blinded in the frazzle of luster.
Shouldn't I make a wish upon?
But alas! In the blink of an eye it was gone.
For a second, my midnight turned dawn.
Then like your passion, the moment disappeared
fading away in perpetual veil of darkness.
But a burning star still revolved around you
in an orbit afar, unerased thoughts in track.
A pensive soul in a meteor shower turned ash
forever sheathed in your radiant flashback.
Dated 18th August 2019
Sponsor Nayda Ivette Negron
Contest Name Shooting Stars
Work in Progress
Mauna Loa Volcano & Kilauea Sister Volcano
The political and spiritual symbolism of Mauna Loa’s historic eruption
“We’re seeing new land, new geographical features being born right in front of our eyes, and there is no power — no human power — that can stop it or can deter it,” one Native Hawaiian scholar said.
“The Native people have been saying this isn’t your place to extract and profit from anymore,” said Kaniela Ing, co-founder of Native Hawaiian-focused organization Our Hawaii and a former state legislator. “You don’t have authority to shape our sacred lands.”
The eruption, Ing said, “is Pelehonuamea saying, ‘They’re right. My people are right.’”
The deity Pele, often referred to as “Tutu Pele,” or Grandmother Pele, has been regarded as an ancestor who “creates new land” as hardened, molten lava adds to the surrounding terrain.
— KU’UALOHA HO’OMANAWANUI, AUTHOR OF “VOICES OF FIRE: REWEAVING THE LITERARY LEI OF PELE AND HI’IAKA.”
Mauna Loa, on the island of Hawai’i and alongside the dormant, snowcapped volcano Mauna Kea, is expected to continue erupting for weeks. Thus far, the lava flow has significantly slowed and does not pose a threat to communities, the Hawaii Emergency Management Agency said. However, authorities expect it to eventually reach Daniel K. Inouye Highway, which is less than four miles away, in roughly a week or more.
The lava blobs have no fixed form,
Each rising, glowing in a surging storm.
They gather, swell, then they drift apart,
Ascending from a soft, warm, molten heart.
Each shining bloom appears by chance,
Like new romance in a fleeting dance.
No shape is promised, none can stay!
Yet every bloom brightens someone's day!
Lava lingers, oozes, slow and wise,
It never asks, nor wonders, reasons why.
It climbs with hope, then sinks with disgrace,
Leaving warmth well behind without a trace.
Its flow is mesmerizing to see,
Each pulse returns, yet differently.
Like waves that break upon a shore,
Or clouds that churn, billow, and soar.
Love, too, will swell, gently yield,
Reshaping all that lies below concealed.
It folds and melds, to find more space,
Surging in moments of brief borrowed grace.
No form can hold what hearts pursue,
Yet every change reveals something new.
Billowing, beyond what hands have caught,
Until the longing, finds the shape it sought.
February 7 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 19-21
Key Verse – Leviticus 19:4 Turn ye not unto idols, nor make to yourselves molten gods: I am the LORD your God.
HEART THAT TURNS TO THE LORD FROM IDOLS
Our heart turns to the Lord from idols --- with all our best
Since we have seen His compassion, along His loving care’s zest
As well as His provisions against crises-test…
Let us stay in His will where we should thank Him, indeed blest.
Our heart turns to the Lord from idols --- with all our soul
Since we have known His kindness in making us whole
As well as His hands along supreme life-building role…
Let us dwell in His plan where we should pursue heavenly goal.
Our heart turns to the Lord from idols --- with all our might
Since we have beheld His grace with His wisdom-light
As well as His arm along stretched-out reaching-height…
Let us come in His fellowship where we should worship with delight.
Our heart turns to the Lord from idols --- with all our devotion
Since we have experienced His salvation of peaceful satisfaction
As well as His miracles along life-beautifying transformation…
Let us abide in His purpose where we should serve Him despite persecution.
Our heart turns to the Lord from idols --- with all our ability
Since we have received His blessings in the midst of scarcity
As well as His approval along favour of stewardship certainty…
Let us reside in His promises where we should walk by faith’s reality.
Our heart turns to the Lord from idols --- with all our involvement
Since we have learned of His judgment against discontentment
As well as His chastisement along sin-pardon’s fulfillment…
Let us live in His presence where we should hear His encouragement.
Our heart turns to the Lord from idols --- with all our zeal
Since we have affirmed His trustworthiness of great deal
As well as His inspiration along Scriptural seal…
Let us remain in His might where we should see His miracles so real.
February 7, 2026