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Act I
I saw the fairest of maidens besides her safest haven
Buried beneath the sands of Father time–Her father's presence
Across the stone-cold cross, her beauty caught my stare
Before I knew it I was there
Shedding her share of tears
I felt a great debt of satisfaction
Fill my nerves apart
The pitch of peers that pressured
satisfaction
Finally depart
I've played my part – a part of masculation
A part of me still numb
So I thought loving her would ease the tension
Fill a drying heart
Act II
With every passing day with haste we bed
for pleasure till' we're dead
A streak of bleaker weeks grew weaker
Bicker twists to bitter sex
The verge of virgin walls that flooded
Numb from numbers of contractions
Act III
Having her haven taken
I Hurt her Wholeheartedly
Every breath from her taken-
The hollers, the hollow pleas
For pleasure I had forsaken
Her, Bound her to only me
It's time I give us our break and
Forever let ourselves be
Incandescent emotion
Spills and
Tumbles from pen to page
Iridescent love
Leaps gracefully
Like a gazelle from the
Lion's claws, as the safest
Oasis rises into
View.
Expectation of inspiration
Eradicates those dark emotions
Vividly transforming
Every
Rhyme.
Yet,
The world of things
Haunts the proposed
Innocence of these words.
No
Guilt
Will
Eclipse the bright
Sunshine of some of the
Happiest refreshing moments.
Alone with my thoughts, but still
Raptured and ever grateful for
Every beautiful spirit-filled
Drink to dissolve the driest darkness
CV
3rd December 2023
In front of us, again, a new year sits,
What will it bring, who knows, we'll hope some good,
Some will be born, new life, some, call it quits,
Some, power gain from what last year withstood,
High waves and storms at sea, or calming winds,
Clear skies, blue stars at night, or heavy clouds,
Each dawn, a murmur in the forest blinds,
Or happiness on streets and dancing crowds?
I wish to all in 2022,
The safest sail, fair winds, and calmest seas,
Prosperity, success in all you do,
Love, joy, and peace, a life of health and ease.
And may each day, until the journey ends,
The pen and muse be always your best friends.
The full fallow moon was hung low in July
As white stars and fireflies lit the night sky,
A sight to behold was the feline bold'
Drawing sighs from the violin, his arms did enfold
He played on the breeze to the harvest to come
As An orchestra of crickets rasped to each thrum.'
He raised now the tempo and thought
Of a dish and a spoon that had shone
In delighted dedication....As off they did run!
And so he made ‘paws' quaffing wine from a tun,
Then throwing the fiddle up tight to his chin
He forgot about thinking in pursuit of more din!
The cow swished her tail to the music he made
As the dog danced the polka, through a small garden maze
He played till the pearly dawn light did show
Then the crickets fell silent; and the bird calls did grow!
He slept where he fell, to bother no more...
As a ship makes its way to the safest of shores.’
As he turns in his slumber, as she rolls o'er the waves
He would hold no regrets ‘till the ending of days.'
©Joe Maverick 12-10-13
Every time our eyes meet
I’m amazed at what I see
I understand what love is
When you're looking back at me
Every time I think of you
I cannot help but smile
With hope you’re mine forever more
And not just for a while
Every time you hold me
It's so hard to let you go
Being in your arms
The safest place I’ll ever know
Every time you touch me
I feel it deep inside
You light my flame within
You see the love I cannot hide
Every time I leave you
There’s a pain inside so real
An empty space inside my heart
That only you can fill
Every time I doubt
Together we will be one day
I think of you and realize
Our love will find a way..
by Parizo Van Thulare
What is the use of imploring whilst the sky is dark ?
What is the use of waiting when those that lead care less of us ?
We the poor are always criticized
Those in the 1st class carriage are on the safest side
What is the use of hoping whilst my heart is red of weeping pains ?
What is the use of counting stars whilst the rest are covered by these selfish clouds ?
What is the use of praying whilst those that I get play dices with me ?
For how long have I been saying grace
Whilst I lose those that I love ?
For how long shall I keep on starring at the hands of the law ?
Whilst my mates run with bachelors
It's either bribe or you remain behind
With no connection there is none to find
Was I praying for such badluck ?
Or when I pray I make a face of a duck ?
I've been taken for granted is fine
I've been suffering with benignity
yet I draw the line
My journey to being holy stops here
That face of frowny stays here
I will pick one on my way up
Home is the refuge of our weariness,
an oasis only found in a calm desert,
that's where we feel safer at night...
when warmth restores confidence
in our God who has shown us delight;
under a universe dotted with stars,
we have made Earth our residence.
Home is the only earthly possession
we're allowed to take forgetting all pride;
here, we make memories shaping destiny,
and somewhere on this road our journey
must end as the others have through time...
handing down the torch of aspiration.
Home is the refuge of our weariness,
the safest place to lay down and rest...
but without one: dreams are not dreamt,
events aren't celebrated with excitement,
birthday candles aren't blown to make wishes,
holidays aren't bright without their cheerfulness.
Copyright ( c ) 20018 by Andrew Crisci
The red-bellied woodpeckers
and wood thrushes of Central Park ...
hanging in majestic oaks
and shady dogwood trees,
woke up early to greet
the glowing sun from the East,
and unable to speak
in the human voice...
they used their melodies
to send us this message,
"There's sorrow lingering
in the September warm air;
summer is ending
and fading out
like a distant star;
from a short distance
tragedy will strike
to shake everyone up
with horrendous fright...
death mocks life
with a foul laugh!"
When peace dominated over
the still and peaceful
New York Harbor,
Manhattan found itself under
clouds of debris and dust
and the stifling,black smoke
could be seen from each County...
to dispel the wrong assumption
that it was the safest city!...
And this act of terror
stirred up much contention
to have struck it so unvaliantly!
Manhattan under dusty clouds,
never before we heard anguish in voices...
as fighfighters raised the American flag
on a pile of smoking rubble:
they were so courageous and didn't tremble...
what was so pretty,looked so sad!
Those swelling and blacks clouds
haven't vanished yet
in the drifting winds,
they are stil rising...
unable to be forgotten
and many would have given
their own lives to prevent
all that from happening!
We silently stood there so helpless,
crying and praying even for the strangers
who couldn't fight
the smoke and flames
and live to tell their story,
which others will write
for their country to be read aloud,
but many will relive that tragedy!
Manhattan under dusty clouds,
the greatest city under siege...
putting away its prestige,
but calling out to the Nation
not to resist the deed of mortification
and become vulnerable to more attacks!
Manhattan under dusty clouds
in a month when daffodils and lilacs
made it beautiful...waving in grassy meadows,
forcing the broken spirit
to leave that spendid Paradise
and face a crude reality and weep!
Manhattan under dusty clouds,
but the flag still waves with pride,
and anyone counting its stars
knows that they are intrepid...
truly inseparable by those
sharing the same fate and beliefs!
This is a friendship I would like to develop
from their time periods so different indeed
Joan the brave warrior for God's cause
John valiant for truth poor souls to feed
Joan, John says what was prison like?
being interrogated before the final trial
well says Joan one just felt God's near
felt His strength to stand firm and no denial
Now, John, you faced such opposition
Joan speaks with such great admiration
what was Geneva like in your time?
well, John speaking it seemed a new creation
God was bringing conviction on so many
truth did effect even me deep into my soul
now, Joan, you dressed as a man in battle
your femininity, did you feel it was stole
Joan replies no it was my calling
God's will is always the safest place to be
I've just been reading through your institutes
justification by faith has set us free
John then relates to its real influence
when writing it he never thought it so
but God uses our weak efforts in His power
as in the reformation spread his word to go
Now John and Joan came so very fond
for each other and their own love for God
Jehovah Jireh means God will provide
both know this by the use of His sword
Gods provision was to work in both
appreciation for each other so clear
but I know in reality they never met
only 130 years divided them to be near
(I've brought together John Calvin the Swiss reformer(1509-1564) and Joan of Arc who rescued France from English domination. (1412-1431), both French by birth and both mightily used of God. I did a piece 'The coming together of John and Joan' a few weeks ago but thought there was more room to expand this theme and here is the conclusion.)
The scarlet sea is almost calm tonight.
The sinking sun splashes its fiery rays
over the billowing flame-tinged waves
as red-stained sails stretch full to catch
the lively saltatory breeze and meander
their surest way back to their safest sanctuary.
Aloft the snow-capped mountains
send a few rumbles of an impending storm.
Fleecy clouds race one another
as swallows play their last undaunted game
before the tranquil day comes to a close.
Is not this a sunset of wonder?
A time when suddenly you feel
you're not alone? For all around
is nature unaffected, clean and pure,
a blazing beauty so rare that somehow,
to me, it spells there's something more
those rules that guard and guide
the universe in its heavenly melodious motion,
a singing of harmonious mellifluous cords
that urges man to free himself
from wanton worldly cares,
and give himself more
an intimate relationship with the One
who created all.
Is it but a passing moment?
Or should I strive to capture
that one fleeting heavenly rapture,
an urge of fleeting tender compassion,
and give heartfelt thanks to my Almighty Lord?