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~Amber silents, daylight violets;
Custom stares;
Love comes here;
I wave you into the Harbor of Halifax.*
Love is where there is caring faith;
Loves committed grace;
A chance we come together;
Sail to the ends of the earth with me.
Writing this love letter, caressing rhymes;
For all times;
Shall we write together "letters" and "words";
O how those sparks in the night sky fly!
O love of love lets us write nigh...
Come write with me, calvary so lets elaborate,
Shall we, yes we will collaborate...~
Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken Ecclesiastes 4:12 NIV
the amber silents,
ebb and flow of us sleeping —
our nestled heartbeats
daylight violets
slow jam moan, linked eyes exposed. . .
sip passion’s sunrise
what do we know of
loves committed grace — over
the moon for a time...
lovebird custom stares —
a chance we come together
for all times — shall we...
yes, in one breath, dear,
we will collaborate — kiss
my excited lips.
love is where there is
caring faith — knees share rug space. . .
coupled hands amen
braided together —
come write with me, calvary
in poetic sighs
o love of love, He
lets us write nigh, powerful —
His ink never dries
Love comes here, so
lets elaborate — our plans
blessed with Godspeed
With caressing rhymes
thus writing this love letter,
ne’er “Dear Jane nor John”
Shall we write together "letters" and "words"
— silver frames apples of gold**
MY HEART BREAK AND YOU
My heart has been broken ever since
You said you could never love me
How could you say those
Evil, cruel and callous things to me
And expect me not to
React the way I did?
That was the day my heart break began
Because of you and your
Ruthless and uncaring ways
Every day I have looked into myself
And wondered what I did to deserve such a
Kick to my heart and self esteem
Anguish and defeat overpowered my senses
Nothing felt right for what seemed like an eternity; the
Day you said we had no future and walked out of my life
You decided I wasn’t good enough for you
Or was it you? who wasn’t good enough for me?
Understandably I was upset, but no more; I am done with my heart break and you.
*9/29/2014
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blessings from above, transformed lust to love
delusion to illumination, earth-heaven bilocation
Once I was an ugly larva
in the thick wraps of a cocoon
almost dormant, inactive and dull,
with no pulse of life in me.
my soul was a chrysalis,
and I badly longed to see the light.
I wanted to become a new creation,
with faith and hope abiding in me.
soon I felt a stir of life in me,
the melting of my ego,
and a slow dissolution of doubt and fears.
With full surrender to the divine,
a new energy overpowered me.
wings sprouted on either side,
a kaleidoscope of colors.
I unfurled my wings like a butterfly
and soared into dizzying heights.
I reeled round in a vast sky,
and saw the source of divine light.
Once I had thought, if I set my eyes,
on the things of this world,
and amass them to my heart’s content,
everlasting happiness,
I would be able to gather.
but I knew I have been in a fool’s paradise.
When blessings came from above,
love came to conquer, a love so immeasurable.
a love that transcended lust and carnality,
changing delusions into illumination.
making possible earth and heaven bilocation.
His love is the only love
that changes the thug and the thief,
the arrogant and the belligerent,
A love that brings about a metamorphosis in life!
The earth got suddenly bereft of all life,
With a morose dullness so palpable and rife.
A tint of greyness crept over heaven’s vault.
All movements came to a freezing halt.
The wall clock didn’t toll the midday hour.
The babies no more blabbered but did glower.
The hen didn’t cackle after laying the egg.
The earth for some benevolent mercy seemed to beg.
The birds on trees at noon didn’t twitter,
And the foliage of leaves didn’t flutter.
No music came out from the well strung fiddle.
The telephone sat silent on its cradle.
Nature seemed to have lost half its mirth.
A mournful silence overpowered the earth.
Suddenly shattering the ominous silence,
Gun shots were heard from a distance.
The siren screamed many times, long and loud,
Announcing curfew on unsuspecting ears wild.
Behind the façade of a deceptive calm,
No one suspected the threat of a fierce storm.
The dumb presages of Nature, who can read?
A language mysterious, that only augurs heard.
What horrors in cosmic layers are concealed!
Through augur’s lens, future incidents are revealed.
~the Fear of Never~ A DRINK TO REMEMBER!
And the fire catches every time, my heart needs a sip
I bear no shame pouring, poisoned pabulum whisky down
Lost in a place with hungry whores, ink paying gigolos
This night a respected gentleman put's on his evening gown
He sits in front of a mic playing the same old sad song
Fitted out in drag, his wife has no clue
Holy breeders trying to change my shoes
Lingering from the Cute Chinaman, running his tab sky high
Bluebirds of jealousy, set round the vintage Barstool like fools
Minds overpowered and threaten to the very nub
I am drunk-- in his eye,
He receives a macabre confession of possessiveness
I am drunk-- in her eye,
She has a sick confession of subconsciousness
Broken loose from a negative, regressive state of mind
Sit and enjoy this broken bottle of champagne
Unspoken rage in every empty can left behind
A shot glass drops from my unstable hands longing to hold a pen
I look into a mirror and embrace every meaning of stability
Blotting out the madness behind a metal cage of reality
At times, I feel the need to bring down this masquerade
A drink so hostile, I can't even remember my image and name
Too many scars, from the foster of paper and pen
My dependents are drunken demons from a traumatized childhood
Tonight I will legislate a special thanks
Holding up my cup, until death finds my note
I will smile, at every Judge and Jury, during karaoke night
Shutting down my eyes, fantasizing everything's gonna be alright
I will not jilt knowing, writers block haunted my days away
Insecure hoarding monsters enjoying spoil forgotten words
Tonight I thirst like never before, my tongue inscribes around a tin cup
I am not eating up by it, no matter how long I've drowned in it
This is my kind of whisky, my thoughts, my days of ammo
To tell you the truth, I possess no desire to drink
It's all about the love of poetry and how sober, I become (WITHOUT)
The monsters that reside inside, have one thing to say
"Give me Poetry, or give me Death!"
by: PD
Sister of my heart, ten years younger than me
so lovable but too introvert is she.
Me , basically extrovert trying to guide her,
but failing to change her inherent nature.
I’m confident, not to be overpowered,
but she is hesitant to show her power.
Me having lots of friends to enjoy in full.
She canot not share her feelings, being fearful.
Me, energetic taking life as challenge.
Adverse circumstances ! She cannot manage.
Me optimistic, always running active.
She : Idle, not taking initiative.
I'm dynamic to hate any stagnancy.
She feels no boost, sinking in despondency.
Spasm of wobbling heart leads her wishes to hide.
I am bold and act prompt on dot to decide.
She stays in closed cocoon without exposure.
I'm explorer to proceed on new venture.
She imprisons herself staying in boredom
Me , wandering free frolic in wide spectrum.
To confront conflict, I am always ready.
She presents her herself being quiet -steady.
She doesn't want to move , I progress on journeys,
But I run at ease., if she accompanies.
Being older, I instruct her throughout year.
But in urgency she is my lucky star.
To honour my advice, my friends are enticed.
Contrast lies here , as I ask for her advice.
An orange trumpet vine in its beauty
Orange trumpet flowers bright intriguing
It grows reaches for the sun 'pon trellis' strong towers
So lovely and shady is its green vine drawing most humankind to climb
~~Climb until they reach its first level where other vines intwine
Vines intwined of such strength and beauty
One that is mixed in there is Passion Flower
Passion on this first level hasn't passed away
All vines honeysuckle, jasmine, poison ivy reach for the top
At the very top tangled vines wrap around healthy trees slowly choking
out the life
Strong vines cut into the outer bark getting tighter every year
Soon the inner being suffers crushing
By the strong vines which cut deeper, deeper and deeper each
years growing season
The trees who gave support are now overcome by a mass of flowery death
Tangled vines have overpowered
Their deceit and trickery has accomplished its death deeds
The tangled vines are at the top but the trellis of strength and support
Is about to topple
Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest: Tangled Vines
Written this Fourteenth Day Of July 2013
Under the Christmas tree sits a nativity scene in the old town square. I sit on a rustic wood bench and reminisce on the stories I’ve been told about Jesus being born on Christmas Day. When all of a sudden, I hear movement in the bushes; I turn my head and look over my shoulder. With a sudden fright, a tall pure white stallion with feathered wings, steps forward and says, “My name is Peg, climb on my back and I’ll take you to where it all began.” I arose to my feet and got on Peg’s back, held on tightly to his mane. He galloped off at full speed facing into the wind and took off soaring into the night full of stars, being guided by a large, bright, glowing star.
Peg turned his head and said, “That is the Christmas Star ahead.”
As I looked down below, I saw coming from the east, three men. Could they be the three Wise Men?
As we reach the star we slow down to a town. Peg said, “This is Bethlehem down below.”
Peg starts descending close to a stable and lands. I anxiously dismount and we both walk towards the stable. My spirit was overpowered with awe, there in the small dim lite stable, we found a babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger, with his mother Mary kneeling beside Him.
The shepherds that were watching their flocks near the stable also came all elated, one of them said, “An angel appeared and told us a Savior, the Messiah, had been born and that we would find Jesus laying in a manger. So, we immediately came to see if truly Jesus our Savior was born.”
The three Wise Men arrived and said, “Where is He who has been born King of the Jews? For we have seen His Star in the East and have come to worship Him.” They gazed at the young Child and immediately fell down and worshiped Him, they presented their gifts to him of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
We stayed for a while in admiration of our Lord Jesus.
After a time, Peg said, “I need to get you back before you are missed.”
Together we flew into the endless night back home to the Christmas tree where I had been before.
11/18/2014 © 2014
I watched him when he was just a boy
Looking wide eyed in the carpenters house
As Joseph carved and crafted wood.
Then years later, I heard him teaching
On the shores of the lake in Gallilee
Carving the souls of all who listened
With teaching that came from such depths.
He spoke with authority, wisdom and love
Capturing all those present with his truth
As he had captured so many fish hours earlier.
But on that day
I stood on a corner in Jerusalem.
In the distance, the babble of a crowd
Jeering , laughing and shouting,
A cacophony of hate, approached.
The hot afternoon sun’s draining heat
Seemed only to fuel the mobs anger.
As they came near, I saw a man
Carrying a heavy, wooden cross.
His head bent. body stooped
Blood dripping from the thorny crown
The soldiers had forced upon his head.
I gasped to see this human frame
As it collapsed upon the dusty street
Unable to bear the terrible weight
Of the heavy wooden beams
And the sins of mankind.
I ran to him, an urge to do something
Overpowered any fear of the soldiers
I placed a cloth over his blood stained face
He looked at me with gentle eyes
Now I could see his features
I recognised him , he was Jesus.
I folded away the cloth
That bore the imprint of his face
Etched in blood and sweat .
In the depth of his pain and torment
He looked at me with eyes full of love
The impression they made on my soul
Was so immense, so powerful
That tears were flowing down my face.
I backed away as the crowd moved on.
Later I saw them take his fractured body
From the blood stained cross.
I watched as his mother held her son
Before they took his body away.
To the tomb that had been prepared.
But would not prove to be
His final resting place.
For I knew, in that moment, when I looked
Into the face of the son of God.
He would rise again
As he had said.
Easter Poetry Contest
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
7/4/22
And I meditate
to help find my higher power,
for I must balance my material life and spiritual life,
the now, and the eternal afterlife are linked.
Life is not separate from death it only looks that way,
so in solitude I search . . .
I am reminded actions are forever,
and my immortal soul is always being tested.
But I do not want to be overpowered,
by this knowledge I find in my solitude,
in meditation with the higher me.
And you can find the higher you also,
just take my hand and lets float away . . .
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December 3, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Come And Find Me
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