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By virtue of His imparted purity, I honour* the LORD Almighty
Revering Him, bowing to His power-brightened majesty.
Thru His grace, I lift my praises unto God the Father in my earnest worship
Authenticated with my whole-hearted servant followership.
As my Master, He has the right to demand for my complete reliance
Thus, I thank Him for His mercy that enables my full reliance.
With my Saviour’s offered relationship for work-partnership divine
Woe unto me if I reject His wondrous stewardship design.
I beg that the King of kings would keep me yielded to His leadership-might
While I adore Him midst sweet prayer-communion’s delight.
*Proverbs 3:9 Honour the LORD…
March 15, 2019
She has fought feelings like soldiers at war
Revering him in a quiet dark place
In reticence she carries the torch for
This man who has set her heart at fast pace
Throughout their time they have traversed a trip
A long trek causing such veneration
He has grasped her heart with a vice like grip
Which she feels in times of separation
The force of this love sets her soul on fire
Her default mode is programmed to adore
Her adulation causing such haywire
All as a result of this girl’s candour
Her worship spreads like waves of the ocean
Drowning in her need to deify him
Stifling him with consuming devotion
Her idolisation full to the brim
Intoxicated by this man so sweet
Mind altering he is much like a drug
Their time together she feels is a treat
Doesn’t care she’s infected with love bug
Perhaps he feels there’s no means to escape
The pure whirlwind that is this mindless girl
But when your mind has undergone reshape
There’s no choice but to let feelings unfurl
Giving her heart has been much like a dream
She realises that she was starving
Idealisation through her bloodstream
A new path she has found herself carving
So he should realise he makes her whole
A mere truth she knows in her very soul
Icicles on leaves and branches of trees
They begin to melt down bit by bit
Rays of sunlight appears, as winter cease
Freezing air fades, as glow of sun increase
Squirrels, rabbits run wild and free
Birds of various speed soaring high
Their mellifluous tweets, a melody
Piebald butterflies dancing merrily
Leafless, lifeless trees in healthy living
Colorful buds of daffodils, magnolias around
Their natural beauty, a wonder, stately astounding!
Rain falls, softening the earth as new shoots abounds!
Frozen grasses before, now stilled with energy light
Blossoms as well, humbled with new beginning
Seeds scattered rises as in springs
Snows gone, as sun's refulgence a revering bright
03/03.2014
2:19 am
Wonders whisper hope
Into lives who know
Love so alive, it is like a sigh
Breathless and wise,
Laughing into azure skies
Miracles of life
Grace and mercy, serenity
Promising to smile
Joy through the heart
Erasing all the hurt
Marvels paint lives
In promises, confidences
Rays of light pouring
Praise through the oaks
Lifting the heart
Sensations so kind
They amaze the mind
With brilliant lights designed
To rejoice as praise rises
Adoring, revering
Worship is alive
On the spirit who cries
Praying, praying, praising
Erasing every doubt
Always pouring out reverence
God is my whole life…. Love alive!
summer slips its heated veil in September
a noiseless stride smoothing out
the numbing pace of leisure
we pull back to the looming pitch of harvest
revering all its bounty
twilight summer
as students on campus embrace renewal
breezily swept up in a spirit of new ideas
that burn through old ones
filters of wanderlust, discovery, concentration
that frame a path for growth
reclaiming the active tone of younger voices
inevitable meandering to fall
wanning hours of summer sun
that bring light's gaze upon you
a folding inward
in shadowy cooler nights
that knit round you
like a healing sweater
to forget the green that's lost beyond our borders
in the churn and flash of breaking autumn colors
Composed: September 17/21
Woman, woman that I loved uncommonly
Several springs ago
When the weather was good and callow
When the wind whistled swiftly, low and slow
Oh! Woman, you were young, strong and sparkling
Darling, now you're deceased
Lying down and sleeping comatose on your back
Calm and motionless like the water
Of the paralyzed pond, staring at the sky
Eyes hermetically and conveniently closed
Where everything seems supernatural and artificial
I wonder and ponder where I'm diving
If it's an illusion, a nightmare or a dream
I don't feel good: I'm unbalanced and demented
I’m disappearing into the shadows
Where everything is dark and gloomy
Like my blood. I feel that my everything
Is gone and swept away by sadness
I'm drowning in a mercurial lake of inebriety
My God! Yes, I’m in pain indeed
I’ve lost the most beautiful mermaid.
Woman, woman, you were genial and lovely
The voluptuous gal that I loved so much
Do you remember? I frittered a lot of time
Revering you. I found myself on the slippery slope
I, too, will die like you
Woman, woman, heavy and ghastly is the cross
Where I am exposed today
The cold freezes me and the sun bakes me
I'm sad and devastated like wilted flowers
And you, apoplectic, silent and enshrined
I am suffering, weeping and dying too
I don't want to stay here anymore
My heart is weary, sorrowful and besieged
I am crying and suffering. My strength has left me
I am drowning in pain in the lake of boozing
I'm perishing too. I don't want to live anymore.
Woman, woman that I loved so much
We are no longer in springtime
But almost at the infancy of autumn
The bells are ringing and the children are banging
There is no rainbow in the sky
I am alone, in tears and very sorry
In the labyrinth of the necropolis
May the earth be infinitely light to you!
P.S. Translation of ‘Ode À Yseult’ by Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © September 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
We are the high altitude sentinels.
Our small groves freckle the high plains.
We keep to ourselves, mostly
upon the snow burdened peaks
where our ashen trunks blend
and our barren branches cling
to icy white glitter.
As the breath of winter ebbs
we watch the crystal spring run-off
growing ever greener with envy
of how it races down the hill; babbling.
We whisper this to one another
in the crisp mountain air, solemn
as we keep watch.
From our station on the precipice
we behold fully the majestic sun
revering at dusk how it paints the sky.
In the failing warmth of autumn,
we offer in turn, our own reflection of
magnificent golden sunset skies
in our shimmering yellow foliage.
We keep company with pines,
firs, spruces, and other prickly sorts.
Conifers aren’t social, which suits us
as we keep mostly to ourselves.
Sentinels must remain vigilant, after all,
watchful for approaching danger.
We quake from paranoia, probably.
Our bark is pale, above all, for fear.
We’ve seen your kind before.
Your kind we watch most carefully.
If you look close, you will see
from our thousand dark eyes
we always look closely back at you.
Are you dangerous?
08/21/15
Submission for contest: Trees Personified
Hosted by: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
*I loved the aspens when my family would go camping in the high Uinta mountain range in Utah. They are beautiful and they can grow at such high elevation (above 10,000 ft) it's really amazing.
There were moments of youth with alabaster skin and hair down to my knees
them there were times when the mirror showed a sage woman in the breeze
Subtle soft silhouettes
pliable pleasing pretty
rosy radiant rambunctious
inviting imaginative illusive
natural nebulous nameless
good generous gentle
There was a time spring turned to summer, summer into fall then winter,
yet my moment of youth remained a treasured memory of sparkle glitter.
Weary worried wrestling
Interdependent insurmountable indolent
Nameless naturalist nearer
Telepathic transported trusting
Engaging enlisting entering
Retirement relaxing revering
There was a moment when years were many, and I breathed light and free
then as life diminished for me, I began to prepare myself for God's treasury.
Time Between Seasons, That is When We Do Our Most Living
July 13, 2022
Sponsor Kim Rodrigues
Contest Name THE TIME BETWEEN THE SEASONS
Silent Talkies
by Odin Roark
Walking the city,
camera in hand,
he snaps here,
multiple-clicks there,
videos flowing subtleties,
images en masse filling his head.
Later…
His one room comes alive,
a window shuttered,
a door locked,
a laptop never sleeping,
a printer,
a chair,
his bed.
His single light bulb
sways gently from above,
giving movement across
collage-walls,
montaged-moving pictures,
his company surrounding him,
appreciating his neighbors,
respecting pedestrians he passed,
revering buildings he framed.
Eagerly…
With modest glass of Gallo as companion,
he toasts them all,
smiles in thanks,
sits and celebrates the special aloneness
only one who is deaf can appreciate.
Stare-well.! gazing..As emotions and souls to your Majestic fields aspire..
Temporal surrounds me, ambiguous background; below crested fallow moons.."
Amplified." Intensity' as stellar images fall silently; while cresendos of beauty abound
Innumerable shifts of light and dark in shaded displays make play! & re-plays are seen.
Roaming tails of light deny non-existence, "and pass on" in twillight realms...
Wholly indescribable energy masses pirouette; in an eternity of loose and endings"
Always immaculate ways, and untrod paths scintillate to Mercurial growth anon..)
Yea' though is interposed my earthly being; tis the more to highlight heavenly ways,
To rebirth.! "and with all glory" the celestial tapestry alludes to His-story.."
Orbs in incandescence implode.! as platignum stairways transpire..)
Though my script be no match.) the words not worthy of re-counting be, so let it be.!
Haze's of swirl glazed and gaseous liquid nimbus; gather possibility's beyond reason
Eclipse, is a true part of the many story's played upon this..! of aeons august stage.
Starry foot-light stair-well "to be or not to be"of such is all the honor i seek to attain,
True enrichment there'to is revolving; where'of my soul is to pertaining
And there my"die is cast..!as midst the maddening crowd" i cry with sullied eyes.)
Revering and wishing upon the great lights life i see in para-present skies
So i endure..passing all lights are.! await i "a mote of such to be,In the one Gods sight.
Copyright Joe Maverick.co.uk 2012 For Linda-Maries Stairway to the stars contest.