Long Sanctuary Poems
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Breathe on Me Sweet Breath of the Spirit
Breathe on me breath of God
Fill me with life anew,
That I may love what Thou dost love,
And do what thou wouldst do. Robert Jackson
Light a sanctuary candle of new fire in me
With your breath call up purifying flames
Ignite dying embers, not consumed, but set free.
Breathe on me sweet breath of the Spirit
Send before my steps fiery desert whirlwinds
Incandescent fireworks in valley darkness
Fan your holy inferno of blazing grace - blessed crosswind.
Breathe on me sweet breath of the Spirit.
In a fireball transform my fears with your divine fire
Burn away impurities leaving only glowing faith
That welcomes all to warm beside my hearth - heart's desire.
Breathe on me sweet breath of the Spirit.
Leave your neon signature emblazoned on my poor heart
Luminous conflagration ever warming - a lantern
For pilgrims seeking your eternal fire to impart.
Breathe on me sweet breath of the Spirit.
8-21-20
Poetry as well as writing are both gifts and labors of love.
Jesus Christ has freely bestowed upon me his gifts of
Writing and poetry. I am primarily an inspirational/
Christian poetic writer. It is plain to see poetic/
Creative writing are my passions. And one of my major
Reasons for existing on planet earth.
Using poetry/writing as part of a time capsule. In order
For any future unborn generations. May discover and
Perceive their very own literary legacy. By desiring to
Make an impact and a difference in the literary circles.
Shaping and molding younger writers, and my peers
To uncover their own goals, hopes, dreams and planes.
Writing for the both the enrichment and amusement.
Are working together. Simultaneously in prefect harmony
And Creativity. Working together hands in. "Hands across
The water and hands across the sky,"The Beatles.
Often used exclusively for spreading the good news.
And informative news of the life Saving gospel.
Courtesy of my beloved Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
Jesus Christ is my bright and shining candlestick. He
Is my brightly shining candle light. Illuminating the
Darkness in a sin stained world!
Turning on the Lamp of his lighthouse! Guiding ships
Into their Harbor of perfect security and safety. Entering
Their Home port of operation. And welcoming their
Loved ones safely back home once more again!
He is the Sanctuary of my life. He is my BFF, my very best
Friend. In the entire world I exist in! He is my guiding
Candlelight by morning, noon and night. When things
In my life go upside down. Jesus Christ sets things
Upside right!
He has bestowed his free gift upon other Christian
Poets and writer. Who know about writing and the
Gospel of Jesus Christ. Than will be revealed to me
In my entire earthly life.
Who far surpass me in Their very own ability and
Creativity. I do not compare myself To anybody else.
For I can Never measure to their professional quality
Standards!
But Christians, everywhere through out, the world.
Are spreading the good news of the gospel of
Jesus Christ! "Turn on the light house. Turn on
The lighthouse." Leaving it on morning, noon,
And night. Who love their beloved Jesus Christ!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 12, 2020
I didn’t know if I was going to make it through the night, my feet were as cold as ice, my heart was where it was supposed to be, but I had this strange premonition that I would wake up in the middle of a storm just before the break of dawn.
And the mountain will meet with the sea and whisper a silent prayer for thee. It was as plain as can be the waves were coming after me and so I had to ride on top of them until I got closer to my anticipated friend.
There was a sudden heat coming out of the ground and not a single cactus could be found, a group of people were crossing the dessert and patches of dust starts popping out of the ground and swirling in the air ,causing everyone to run for cover that was not there,and the heat crawls slowly up their feet and the distance between them become wider.
For one moment I thought I was here and then I found myself at the bedside over there weeping for those that didn’t make it.
All of them were lying flat with their hands tied to their backs, feet bound with ropes and blood was flowing from their waist to the ankle. I have seen it from a distance and I kept saying to myself what do I have to do with such oracle?
It’s another deja vue that comes back to haunt me and a new window was opened in the earth and I could see everything that was running underground.
A sanctuary with dead bodied buried beneath it and a hangman sign stood upright with a Guillotine position at the back and a pan set underneath to catch blood from the dock,
They had waiting rooms and places where they groom. The young girls had to dance naked before them and they were treated as daughter of the heathen
In the early morning they bore the pain and at nights their bodies become the shame of the city oh what profanity, the pleasure of men are deferential to women.
Another day has passed and hope is getting meager, and the fear of waiting for something to happen seems never ending.
They made their way through the ground from a tunnel that was out of bound and it leads from timbucktoe around the bend into the gorilla shoe.
And the black bear on the other side continue to steal the spice but the panda came just in time to do the summersault to get them out of the dark into the open air, and finally the plane got them out of there.
Kathy Hochul took the reins,
Governor of the Empire State,
Promised fairness, promised change,
But for hope, you have to wait.
(chorus)
Kathy Hochul, you may get the vote,
But NY can't sail if you sink the boat.
You tell us it's patriotic that we should pay,
But taxes and crime drive the base away.
She started a fund for minorities
The drug war hurt them a lot
So now we'd have cannabis equity
funds to help them sell pot.
Pronouns changed in college dorms,
Nonbinary identity got a name,
An "X" upon official forms,
If you're not a man, and not a dame.
A fund for transgender types
You might wonder what's the need:
You might develop gripes
When you see the budget bleed.
Jobs for migrants, sanctuary laws,
No vetting at the gate,
But Republicans shouldn't stay
Their values don't match the state
Cash bail had to disappear,
That's what justice requires,
Critics warned of streets of fear,
But she threw gas on the fire.
(bridge)
A cop was killed by a repeat offender,
His family dressed in black,
Policemen booed her at the wake
She didn't have their back
"Incarcerated individuals,"
The new phrase was decreed,
Two short syllables became ten,
For a progressive creed.
Health care should be 'single payer.'
Voters should not need ID.
Demanding this was a burden
For an unschooled minority..
We have labels, funds, forms, and tax
But deeper troubles grow,
And every year more neighbors ask
If it's time for them to go.
You could be minority, you could hate ICE.
You could vape, your gender could be "X"
At the end of the day, do you thrive?
Ask Kathy Hochul for a government cheque.
The heart is a sanctuary for love. The structure allowes members only. Max capacity is 2, the other person and u. The rolls are simple and easy to complete. U are free to study all u want, so no need to cheat. All the rules are painted on the walls. While written in pencil, each of your flaws. Pencil, something way to erase. Less flaws equal more smiles on your face. Pumping hard and strong, full and ready to over flow. With loyalty and honesty thrown in the mix. U start to see the enjoyment in it all. And why some people get pissed. I LOVE U. AND U LOVE ME. THERE'S NO OTHER PLACE ID RATHER BE.
MEDITATIONS ON MEDITATION
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I sit, spine aligned with the spine of the earth,
breath flowing like an endless river,
each inhale a promise,
each exhale a letting go.
Mind becomes an empty sky,
clouds of distraction float by—
I watch them, not clinging, just witnessing,
watching the sun of awareness rising.
Time bends,
the clock dissolves into the ether,
and in this space,
I am both lost and found.
In the soft embrace of stillness,
I taste the sweetness of presence,
the clarity of the moment,
wrapped in the silence of the now.
Meditation, a bridge to the infinite,
where my mind learns to rest,
and my spirit unfurls,
finding solace in the spaces between.
I continue breathing, a simple act,
yet profound as the stars,
reminding me that stillness
is not absence, but the fullness of being.
I return again and again
to this sanctuary carved from silence
where thoughts dissolve
and the soul awakens ever present, ever now.
Nightingales serenade my soul
as do guitars, violins to console
their background of music I hear
pierce through, visions soon appear
I leave the world of commotion
feel beauty from peace and emotion
find solace in the sounds I hear
instrumential music I hold so dear
memories of passions spent increase
rising emotions begin to release
allows me to wander through glorious dreams
of wondrous wonder from musical themes
where butterflies dance in luminous light
and float and drift in continuous flight
I face the softest warmest breeze
to see the world fade in an evening's ease
could that this beauty forever be found
in my peaceful sanctuary of musical sound
8/15/20
contest Sanctuary Poetry
You wrap my name
In syllables of love
Passion tinged sound units
Caressed by the beauty of your voice
you leave me no choice
but to yield....
breathed into my ear
you release
letter sojourners to travel
down the curve of my neck
to a cadence that captivates
and my heart capitulates
When you say my name....
When you say my name
saturated in n~e~e~d
wanting to be freed....
you make the appeal
wanting healing...immediate...real
your testosterone tempered tonality
temptingly deep...
it sets in motion
Resonance reverberations
that rock ecstasy's epicenter...
my name comes again
riding your waves of want...
it comes
in the full knowledge
that my release of liquid love
will welcome you in
to the inner sanctum sanctuary
where your body is idolized
and your name chanted...immortalized
in the rhythm and rhyme
of passion sublime
When you say my name...
When you say my name
you evoke the spirit of eternity
to dance the dance of life
weaving through and around
two simple syllables
of romantic antics
dancing and swaying
your voice calming playing
the trace of romance
leaving nothing to chance
when you say my name....
when YOU say...MY...N*A*M*E*
Eileen
In a labyrinth of codes and liquid dreams, I weave through invisible threads,
Life - a portal of light and shadows, a kaleidoscope of virtual illusions,
Love - a crystal hidden in the archives of oblivion, an echo in the cosmic silence,
Work - an unwritten parchment, awaiting the quill of destiny,
Age - a sundial, its numbers intertwined with the threads of eternal time,
Problems - comets piercing the skies of the mind, leaving trails of unrest,
Money - golden sands, slipping through the fingers of fate,
Happiness - a sacred elixir, downloaded drop by drop into our souls.
I am an alchemist in search of the philosopher’s stone,
Exploring parallel universes of data and dreams,
I hear my thoughts like ancient incantations,
Fragments of eternity, spirals of time and space intertwining.
In the silence of silk nights, I wonder:
Where lies love when everything is but a hologram?
In what hidden sanctuary of my being dwells the elixir of happiness?
I turn inward, seeking answers among digital runes.
In a universe transforming with every pulse,
I remain a wanderer, a soul adrift in the flux of energies,
Hoping that amidst these ethereal networks,
I might find, someday, the true essence of existence.
And thus, in the silence of my infinite interior,
I write my incantations, verse by verse,
In the hope that beyond the screens and wires,
Lies still the mystery, the melancholy, the primordial beauty.
Poetry garden, rapidly growing sanctuary
Rainbows blooms and foliage started,
Fairies nurturing nature with their magical peace
Enter spring, summer, fall, winter,
and season’s only temporary fix for a reason
Dreams shaped themes formed that never cease,
expression of feelings and ideas upon a lifetime
Castle raise brick by brick,
rising days, slumber nights,
lovers nestle frozen in time
Lullabies sung from bedtime stories,
smiles of happiness, and tears of sorrow
Dandelion fluff scatters by the slightest breeze;
Ocean’s breathe music of lapping waves,
streams and rivers flow as salmon run
Rhythm, Rhymes, harmony, verses unravel
Poetry garden, a family dwelling on the beauty of life
10/23/2016
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