Long Offering Poems
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Lust and death
Are best of friends,
Stealer of breath,
Tracks to life's end.
Epic story,
Terrific imageries,
Delivering water to your tears,
Offering cold to your spine.
Like a wind blowing dried daffodils,
Her voice took all of your senses,
Lost in lust, not knowing were your sense is,
Margret now a magnet, your pull of attraction.
You now hate the honey of chastity,
Choosing the bile of her bare breast,
You now bare your chest,
Just to wear her on your skin.
Traded your love for God,
For her love of your rod,
And as every sun rises,
You fall to her crises,
Weeping, searching for were christ is.
Lust deep in her lust,
Trapped in her valley of sin,
Only to find what many has seen,
The fossil of men whose soul are now dust.
In the golden glow of a distant evening,
Awakens the uncertain soul of a photographer,
An elusive shooting star in these captivating streets,
New Yorkers offering her a name to avoid collisions,
"Excuse me, Golden Lady."
She adds the "B" to her flashy brush,
Capturing the invisible and clandestine sublime,
Weaving silent stories,
Revealing secrets that poets deliciously hide.
Daughter of the Golden Light and the Blue Light too,
She blends the shades of swing, be-bop, and jazz,
Her pen dances on the lines of invisible hip-hop,
And her shots whisper indescribable promises.
Beneath my fingertips, light turns into poetry,
Shadows come alive, enchanted with magic,
Every gaze, every smile, every captured moment,
Becomes a vibrant echo, resonating with artists who've come, returned, and will come again.
Golden Lady B,
In me, words confide,
Entwining, interlacing, unfolding,
Transcending the borders of oblivion,
For an endless song.
In the chiaroscuro of my creations,
Silences whisper a thousand sensations,
And self-reflection dances with clarity,
Coming to life through your gaze,
Seeing what it desires to see.
Golden Lady B,
Guardian of the ephemeral,
Seeker of capturing eternity in an instant,
As the breath of poets continues to explore the soul, the intimate, and the rebellious.
Aby M.
goldenladyb.com
No greater gift then the gift of love
and when given freely, its purely love
Offering oneself to others is love
nothing else matters when we are in love
we can save a soul by one act of love
No precious gem shines more then love
no feeling in the world is more cherished then love
all the tea in China cannot drown love
It is the magic cure for all that ails, sweet love
I could not live without love
Love is my chalice, filled with goodness it
Overflows with goodwill.
Verily I say onto thee,
Enlist in the army of love, and be a warrior of love
LOVE ...
July 30, 2021
The mystic bay channels my
every emotion moving slowing
throughout tunnels and vessels
of my mind tampering with
my infamous glow my tangible
smile gathering mirth as i am
quite taken with self the heart
of my magnificent being tasting
the glamorous hues of heavenly
bliss coasting daintiness balanced
so well embracing thoughtful
interludes chastised mannerism
created just so as i continue
flowing between this galaxy of
stars twinkling magnitude offering
nothing an yet so glorified, fulfilled
with every inch of the fine wonders
of enduring this wide open grandeur
beyond a whisper blindly heard
bravely singing my own masterpieces
the notion a fine rapture of proses
carried out across the mystic bay
“Mr. Edwards please make your way to the managers office,”
James could picture her pimply face as she expressed each syllable from her orifice.
The twenty that walked down the isle to his office were laid off,
A young blooded manager was reducing the work force, his name, “Mr Scoff.”
How Ironic,
Sitting in his flashy office drinking Gin and Tonic.
James walked the death row isle,
His colleagues faces staring helplessly, none with a smile.
Architecture was his life and this was the end it seemed,
His pencil would not draw another success for Designer Beam.
The old carpet’s familiar crunchy sound,
Under his shoes many happy memories of the now ghosts that paced up and down.
The walk seemed longer this time, then he paused at the door for a while,
He briefly turned to see the head peaking over the partitions, none offering an
encouraging smile.
James faced the door, cleared his throat before knocking and with a bowed head he
went in,
Faint murmurs were heard outside as if debating a his fate for a cardinal sin.
Mr. Scoff’s scornful laugh was heard through the door,
Then absolute quietness, nothing was heard any more.
An hour later Scoff walked down the isle,
With his briefcase in hand daring someone to smile.
Fifteen minutes later, James quietly came out
Everyone looked at him questioningly, none knew took place or what it was all about
He turned and removed Scoff’s name from the door
And replaced it with Mr. J.C. Edwards Lotto winner, say no more...
The Rebel Lives On
It was a Black Sabbath night when they turned his remains into the sea
‘Lost into the darkness I fade into the light’
Friends and family wore Deep Purple gowns and mauve attire there was
‘Smoke on the water fire in the sky’ as the float burnt into ashes
Moody Blues connected the revenant’s congregation at his final farewell
‘White satin’ engulfed the flames ‘never reaching the end’
Shades of Marillion left the mourners uncertain about the future
‘Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiments and pride’
His life had been like a Red Hot Chilli Pepper exultingly passionate
Always ready to ‘Kill the pressure it’s raining on salty cheeks’
Fireworks exploded into a bouquet of floral infinity to the sound of Guns N’ Roses
‘Well if you don’t like it go ahead find yourself a saint’
Two more songs ushered the guest of honour into new life facing salvation or not
Stairway to Heaven and Bat out of Hell offering ultimate requests beyond death
At times it’s best to cover both options and leave the gods to decide at free will
27th June 2019
Poetry Anthology - Music Theme Contest
Sponsor Geraldine Taylor
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in him should not perish,
but have everlasting life.”
Such Bible verse expressed in John 3:16
is etched in all aspects of my personhood
ceaselessly prevailing --- surpassing
any grand event along milestones
in my history and biography
since its impact reveals who am I …
… never can be obliterated from my memory .
“For God so loved the world…
Such reminds me of the Creator Who in His compassion
reached-out to everyone, including me
with love, mercy, grace, kindness and truth
assuring redemption from transgressions’ wages
granting pardon for eternal life endowment
which I treasure with blessed ownership…
…when I received HIM in my heart and I became His child.
“…that he gave his only begotten Son…”
Suh always reverberates along reminiscence-bliss
creating gratitude-praise whenever I ponder
about the sacrifice of the Saviour for mankind
offering freedom against iniquities’ bondage
cleansing guilt midst earnest confession
of errors, pride, selfishness, and debility…
…then I yielded to HIM my everything for His discipleship.
“…that whosoever believeth in him should not perish…”
Such makes me recall the miraculous moment
of personal encounter with Jesus Christ…
that born-again experience so marvelous
wrought by the Holy Spirit, imparting divine nature
toward a vibrant relationship midst trust, allowing me
a wretched sinner, to have fellowship with the Almighty…
… then my journey beyond the celestial commenced as His follower.
“…but have everlasting life.”
Such enables memory-bank
to linger on the forever-possession
my soul is bestowed with: joy, peace, forgiveness
amidst triumph over despair and hopelessness
verily priceless, worthy to cherish, surpassing oblivion…
which I can share, along Gospel-declaration…
…now as God's privileged steward, servant, soldier, student.
*Romans 6:23 … The gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
September 21, 2021
8th place, "A Lovely Memory" Free Verse Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 9/26/2021.
In the quietness of dusk, when shadows stretch long over the fields of memory,
Memories rise like reflected ghosts, wandering through the labyrinth of thoughts,
Taking me back to the times of childhood, when backyards were boundless realms
That embraced my young soul, offering a stage for the great symphony of the earth,
The seasons playing in their fullness, like an orchestra under the baton of destiny.
Expanses of grass spread wide, calling bare feet to explore,
Tall trees, green sentinels, their branches forming secret forts,
Old sheds whispered stories of bygone years, with their timeworn tools and dusty relics,
Woven into the fabric of history, echoes of times long past.
In the corners of the garden, bathed in filtered light, nature’s treasures opened up—
Ripened tomatoes under a benevolent sky, corn standing with modest pride,
Clusters of grapes growing cool under the arching vines, their sweet darkness
Bursting in the mouth of an eager child, nectar trickling down sticky cheeks.
The velvety skin of apricots and peaches, nectar flowing deliciously,
Fresh eggs discovered early in the morning by wandering hens,
These backyards, sanctuaries of innocence, absorbed the pains of childhood like blotting paper,
Offering solace and escape, transforming into theaters of fantasy.
Sheriffs patrolling dusty towns, princesses in golden towers,
Summer days baptized by the arching spray of sprinklers,
An icy challenge for small feet, water games and genuine laughter.
But, like all enchanted realms, this too faded,
As the borders of backyards shrank,
And the call of distant lands became irresistible,
Restless spirits ventured further, leaving behind their Eden,
Breaking the delicate spell of beginnings, to chase destinies beyond the garden gate.
Thus I grew with dreams and yearnings, living and learning, always seeking
That infinite sequence of perfect moments, where the soul longs to rest,
In the gardens of yesteryear, where every moment was imbued with magic,
And innocence bloomed in every shady corner, under the sun of eternity.
“Life --- commenced by God’s love, with soul quickened through His grace, spirit revived in His strength, faith buttressed upon His truth --- abides forever worshipful.” Poet (Beata B. Agustin)
Guilty, devoid of own righteousness in God’s sight
Condemned to hell’s wrath, my soul was transgression-slain
Yet, the Lord reached out to me from His lofty height
Offering compassion of eternal life gain.
Hopelessly perishing, but now redeemed by grace
My spirit praises the Saviour with grateful glow
Exalting His holy name upon Scriptures' brace
While serving in His ministry of blessings’ flow.
Receiver of love’s opulence midst pardon seal
My heart rejoiced for gift that was sacrifice-priced
Such did ransom me from sin torturous ordeal
paid sufficiently by the blood of Jesus Christ.
I cleave* to the Almighty, upheld by His hand
Triumphantly worshipping as His called servant
Sharing the Gospel all the way to promised land
Awaiting His coming; with prayer, observant.
Guilty, devoid of own righteousness in God’s sight
Hopelessly perishing, but now redeemed by grace
Receiver of love’s opulence midst pardon seal
I cleave to the Almighty, upheld by His hand.
*Deuteronomy 30:20 That thou mayest love the LORD thy God, and that thou mayest obey his voice, and that thou mayest cleave unto him: for he is thy life, and the length of thy days: that thou mayest dwell in the land which the LORD sware unto thy fathers, to Abraham, to Isaac, and to Jacob, to give them.
December 7, 2020
3rd place, "My Created Form- Rhyme4 Mix" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 12/13/2020.
MOTHER IS THE BEST:
For as long as I can remember,
Mom you were always by my side.
To give me support,confidence and help.
You were always the person I looked up to
So strong,so sensitive ,so pretty
Mom you always provided stability within our family,
Full of laughter,full of tears,full of love.
And still today
You are everything a mother,a best friend should be.
What ever I have become is because of you
My mom is really great
She is sweet as she can be,
When I need some help,I know
She is always there for me.
Mom loves me all the time
Even when I am a pest.
She always take good care of me.
My mom mean the world to me.
My mom is well qualified,well cultured
Belong from Noble family of the country
I am so lucky to have you around
Offering me good advice and
Keeping my feet on the ground
You cook delicious food for me.
You taught me the right from the wrong
You sat up with me
Through the nights so long,
You prayed to God for me when I am sick and down
A mother love cannot be measured it’s a brilliant
Gem to be treasured.
Mothers hold their children hands
For a short,while but their heart forever.
Mothers are precious
Without them where would we be?
Mothers are tireless.
Care for things whatever time it may be.
Mothers are faithful.
They are there when need be.
Mothers are prayerful
Trusting God for every child’s safety.
Mothers are strong
Doing things with strength extraordinary.
Mothers are gentle.
Kissing away every wound we bear.
Simply we can say mother is the Best God Gifted
creation & It is so precious
That neither diamond or any pearl
Replace this gift.