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COMING HOME
God, let me come home to you.
I did my best on earth, I promise
you!
I want to live with my Lord and
Master.
This earth with witless humans,
pretending to know how to run
it~ my, what a disaster!
Egotistical know-it-alls, trashing
you.
In this unholiest, unkindest of
human zoos.
Your words are considered a joke.
If I were the Creator, I'd give this
planet a humungous poke.
This world has no idea that you
created each of them.
They think "they" did it, not knowing
they are the children of HaShem!
Other gods do they kneel to and
adore.
Then, lie in misery at night on this
planet's floor.
Blaming politicians for all wrongs?
While adoring drug-using rock groups
snorting and singing,their songs.
Church is a joke for millions!
Their church is baseball, football
and basketball pavilions.
People beat others because of
differences in skin colors?
And promote the malicious fallacy,
that one color is better than all others.
One can't think freely anymore,
Theirs is the only their way, nothing more.
Your commandments are not upheld.
It's "I do it my way" living.
Stealing money, cars, looting is justifiable?
How insane and most cry-able.
So this is why I ask you to bring me home.
Fraud, lies, rule this earth~on it, I know
longer wish to roam.
You never meant for us to be unfree.
This year more controls fall on me.
12/15/2@20
Mirage
On this journey not knowing how it begun,
sensing only the thirst and the heat of the sun.
My feet in agony beyond comprehension, but anxious to go,
wondering if the village with the in, will soon show.
The heat and its hazy vapor is playing with my mind,
then I seeing the walking sense of a dreaming soul.
An appearance instantaneously reveals itself at once,
as a mighty city with golden reflections in abundance.
Glory beyond glory ever seen,
a wilderness of gardens in flourishing and fragrance so keen.
I withdraw myself into this boundless depth,
sinking towards the splendor without end thread.
My body no more in pain and only sensing close to bliss,
in pavilions bright and avenues disposed I cannot dismiss.
Illumination of reflected gems, serenity in alabaster domes,
staircases through soft waterfalls in chromes.
This unimaginable sight so very real,
and everything I sense proclaims the surreal.
Clouds in hues of purple tincture play with sapphire beams,
confused and mutually inflamed by composing realms.
Feeling as I loosen it and melting together in this promising lost,
How can I keep my sanity in this marvelous sphere?
Those temples like palaces and citadels so huge, in that atmosphere.
Is my soul in dire strait and seeing its home?
or are my thirsty delusions the eye with a thorn.
Someone is tapping my shoulder, “You should get out of the sun’’,
anxiously surprised, this gentle old lady smiled at me showing me, my in.
O boundless the land
Built by Amida’s hand,
O splendrous the sky
Of his fair paradise,
A beauty to behold,
A wonder to enjoy,
An august afterlife
For the faithfully wise,
Gleaming with purple
And paved with gold,
Groves of lush trees
Of lapis lazuli leaves,
Sweet beryl berries,
And scented petals
Of agate and crystal,
A gleaming dominion
Of glowing pavilions,
Of lofty resplendence
And fragrant brilliance,
Pulling poor souls
Away from worldly woes
With a breeze of Bodhi
And blissful Samadhi!
All rights released into Public Domain, would appreciate if someone could adapt into song.
Where dares the pavilion stand?
Some Sweet opium desires fire my dreams...
And vacant empires long loss, passing pyres rise
High through ancient desires, they linger.
My thoughts are drifting here to there nowhere
back when time was gold, wind rushing to where a pavilion stood!
Board, white and wide along the shores of infinity
Blue seas riding to the sapphire sky that slip back sublime…
Awash in the hours, of some sweet opium dream
and thoughts of Empire,
where vacant thoughts seem void!
Divinity long lost my in design and desire,
across the sea‘s rising to a sky of infinity…
burning celluloid.
Blazing in the sapphire sky
and all I can see is the time of grand design…
A Pavilions stands alone silently
along shores of tranquility…
(this is where it dares)
Magnetic attraction, enchanting dream of a lifetime -
majestic pyramid attracts my eye,
mystique draws me in
O, your architecture! Pavilions, colonnades; art enclosing art,
every square inch deliberately designed,
ceilings pour forth scintillating splendor
Antiquities from Rome, Egypt, the Orient:
trying to wrap my head around art
created in Mesopotamia 6,000 years ago
Dazed and captivated in your Greek sculpture hall:
Bronze beauty, marble magnificence,
Venus de Milo seduces still
What history you have archived on your walls and pedestals!
Charlemagne holding his scepter,
Louis XIV in regal resplendence
Oil on canvas communicates genuine genius
Rembrandt, Rubens, Raphael,
Vermeer, Van Dyck, Vigée-Lebrun
Mythology awakened to life in marble:
Hera, Hermaphrodite, Neptune, Nymph,
Psyche and Cupid
Even commoners respectfully regarded:
Messina's military man, Brueghel's beggars,
Michelangelo's dying slave
Centuries of religious faith expressed with grace and grandeur:
Moses in the bulrushes, Islamic ivory,
the penitent Magdalene, Virgin and child
Artistic vision reflects and redirects history:
Renaissance masters forecasting the future,
Monet's Impressionism a daring new style
Fifteen minutes till closing, where have the hours flown?
What of tapestries, textiles, drawings, decorative arts?
Alas, another day.
Highlight of the day, world's most famous painting:
mysterious Mona Lisa smile
thanks me for coming to visit
Louvre:
timeless testimony to artistic aesthetic
cathedral of contemplation
history of humanity
Written 15 Sep 2020
The Peripheries of Love
by Michael R. Burch
Through waning afternoons we glide
the watery peripheries of love.
A silence, a quietude falls.
Above us—the sagging pavilions of clouds.
Below us—rough pebbles slowly worn smooth
grate in the gentle turbulence
of yesterday’s forgotten rains.
Later, the moon like a virgin
lifts her stricken white face
and the waters rise
toward some unfathomable shore.
We sway gently in the wake
of what stirs beneath us,
yet leaves us unmoved ...
curiously motionless,
as though twilight might blur
the effects of proximity and distance,
as though love might be near—
as near
as a single cupped tear of resilient dew
or a long-awaited face.
Published by Romantics Quarterly, Poetry Magazine, Boston Poetry Magazine, Triplopia, Shadows Ink, E Mobius Pi, Underground Poets, Emotions Literary Magazine, Grassroots Poetry, Poetry Webring, Poetically Speaking, The Poetic Muse, Poet’s Haven, Poetic Voices, Nutty Stories (South Africa) and Gostinaya (in a Russian translation by Yelena Dubrovin)
The beloved Queen of Hearts was a merry queen, who'd ever loved to bake;
Like confetti midnight stars, sparkling; or the yellow, noon sun, wide awake.
She baked myriad varieties of cookies, and delicious pies of different kinds;
And also scrumptious cakes, so divine. Like pure gold, tinted rainbows find.
The king had a cheerful disposition, too, but betimes could be quite stern;
Like the scarlet blossoms, which fail to thrive, before floriculture is learned.
Faithful friends became part of the many faceted court, like tinted bubbles,
Fancy dressed, and as vital to royal felicity, as a jade rose, with no troubles.
Forthright family were familiar at court, in the fleet, peregrine falcon days,
Fast-forwarding to fabled, fruity tomorrows, and to fitful, spiced, solar rays.
They lived in the house of green ivied walls, in the royal, emerald summer;
When golden sun visited almost every room, eager to touch a world of color.
Silver maples touched sapphire skies, on their street of red, sweet Williams,
Edged by creamy sand, where the surf came, onto teal, foaming, pavilions.
Nighthawks and wild wood anemones, were neighbors, bestowed by nature;
In nameless, never-ending, silvery hours. Red butterflies, loved floral flavors.
Heart tomatoes adored the orange sun, when wood ear mushrooms listened;
And Canterbury Bells plants were ringing, by roses whereon dews glistened.
Toad lilies stared in bug-eyed fascination, at the searing season of surprises;
And Billy Button blooms were getting dressed, as skies split in colored slices.
'The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, all on a summer's day;' a Friday.
But alas, 'The Knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts, And took them clean away.'
When purple even arrived, 'The King of Hearts called for the tarts,' in a roar.
The lad relished sweets, but the king was mad, 'And beat the Knave full sore;'
'The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts, And vowed he'd steal no more.'
The kindly queen quietly quipped, 'After all, the boy has never stolen before!'
The King of Hearts was returned to good humor, and that lad kept his word;
And was back in favor, like pink spring tulips, or a song of blue mockingbird.
I. O my children,
All the faithful,
Heed the call,
Hear the sanction...
The ancient eldritch plea
Gathering from the thousand shadowed places,
Plazas, pagodas, pavilions...
Reach out, summon in communal ritual
The quencher of your thirsts
Slayer of want
II. Moving through the smoke of October,
The dry chill of night...
Tending to the bells in the upper atmosphere...
I am Keeper of the Chimes,
Seeker of the Hearts
Of those who yet seek, and know not yet that they seek,
The Breath of Life and the Flame in the Night...
I am here and I am She
Who loves you all and loves you alway,
And lo, I am with you until the end of your age
Where has America’s decency gone
Long time passing
All the folks who support Hamas
would thrill to Auschwitz’ gassings
Hamas rapes, burns and slaughters Jews
Palestinians celebrate these ‘heroes’
Their American supporters don’t want Jews to fight back
The number of foes killed will have too many zeroes
No matter that Hamas embeds its troops
in Gaza’s hospitals and schools
Or that they use human shields
to pad the numbers killed urban war yields…
Meanwhile, Hamas blocks food and humanitarian aid
from ever reaching civilians
As their fat-cat leaders luxuriate in Qatar
drinking and dining in pavilions
Where has America’s moral compass gone
to support monsters like Hamas…
Those who scream ‘from the River to the Sea’
would eliminate each and every Jew ~ Nazi brutality to surpass
Dawn hurls feisty
Shadows fly fast;
Light grooms sight
Heavy eyelids
Sleepy, jerky knees;
Awkward notions
Rise and shine now
Greet dear sunny;
Sure miracle
Overnight rain
Wet walkway paths;
Tai-Chi dancers
Movement trancelike
Set of slow steps;
Martial ballet
Surge of feeling
In tight moving;
Poignant dancing
Serious business
This martial sway;
Calming figures
Simple fanfare
Stray passers-by;
Curious onlookers stare
Sea view from above
Twenty storeys high;
Skyline pavilions
Skyscraper toothpicks
Poking the air;
Concrete contrast
Leon Enriquez
01 May 2014
Singapore