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In my pyramid of quartz,
Its shimmering crystal walls,
Help adjust my vibrations.
I will arise and touch the
God within; the bright crystals.
All souls must fly, at some point;
If not in meditation.
Soul flight reaches the source;
Touches God’s face and it
Brings in the light of the
God-mind; enlightening
all of those who touch God.
Here I learn to succeed.
For it's a crystals
Purpose to provide,
Energy to fly,
Into the ethers
With no earthly bulk.
When I fly in
Dreams, I must take
Time to decrypt,
What I’m given.
Archetypes,
Are symbols;
Conscious mind,
Does not,
Translate
Well.
breath by breath
as our life renews
in truth we stand
in God’s shoes
He dwells within
giving life to form
we acknowledge not
so fail to transform
mind-body awareness
feels separate from source
owing to this delusion
we employ use of force
now we do need the ego
in order to survive
but if we neglect soul
how will we thrive
ego lies in head
love pulsates in heart
thus unless both align
life quest cannot start
liberation is simple
false identity we don
transient and illusionary
whence shorn we’re reborn
we’d do well to repeat
a million times if need be
we’re soul and not body-mind
reaffirm daily until we see
fears and desires recede
we live a life internalised
engaging with life as ordained
until our true Self is realised
just as water seeks its level
if we become an empty shell
God’s love and light fills us
and then all is well
"Are you a mommy's girl or a daddy's girl?"
I used to be...
Once I was a daddy's girl.
I thought no one loved like he did.
He was my Sun.
He made everything clear for me,
vanquishing every darkness.
He was my favourite person,
and no one in this world could compare.
But then I grew up.
I wasn't a little girl anymore.
I was a young woman.
And as a woman,
his actions made his love feel impure.
With every centimetre I grew,
so did the rift between us.
For my heart broke
for what he did to her.
At some point,
I was a mommy's girl too.
I thought I'd love no one like I loved her.
She was my Moon.
Even through the darkest nights,
her light never dimmed.
She was my source of strength.
But then I grew up.
I wasn't a little girl anymore.
I was a young woman.
And as a woman,
I began to see the cracks she tried so hard to hide.
I saw her love,
but I also felt the weight of her expectations.
With every centimetre I grew,
so did the distance between us.
For in her eyes,
I had failed before I had begun.
He was my Sun,
and she was my Moon.
Together, they lit my sky.
But now...
I have neither.
So I gather what little light they left behind,
and learn to become
my own sunrise,
my own moonlight.
Because sometimes,
the child who loses both
must become
her own sky.
?nikkki?
For certain my gut feeling was telling me stories, abbreviating decrees filling my soul with sunshine
My heart was a rock but now the tender care is specified freely from your heart, feeling my heart with gladness
I am confident that you are always there
Every waking hour
Your love is there all the time and without reservation
I knew I did not have a great life and was getting by okay
By knowing you and getting closer to you, you brought sunshine to my overcast life
Your gypsy soul light up my world with your gently radiant smile
Everything is so pleasant and new
You made me safe and untouched by neither morning or noon
Fixing lights and matching them with my laughs of breezy sunshine
Each day is golden and more still than the day before
You are my calm and languid sunshine and faintly made us grow even when the storm hangs low
In my eyes you will remain my sun and my greatest source of light
Making me nervous and giggly like drums escaping the sound of the music to my ears
Poet
Masego Nkuna
The I of the storm
I search for the storm, the source of the spinning
those pillaging hurricanes blurring the eye
That cyclone of fear, the tempest beginning,
with rain battered teardrops I can’t help but cry
The rumbling ocean, destructive and tidal,
while flood ravaged shorelines are drowning the hope
Surging erratic and poised suicidal,
surrounded in darkness with no light to cope
The torrent of pain that keeps raging nearer
as thunder clouds form deeply under the skin
I now see the storm as I look in the mirror,
reflecting the cracks ever growing within
11/26/18
Written for: The I Of The Storm Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
What do I reach for first? the rule of my land….
Pudding, and I quite honestly do not care what brand.
I love chocolate, caramel, and butterscotch too.
Adding whipped cream. M and M’s? Maybe a few.
I warm the pudding up in the microwave of course.
Remembering Mom’s pudding, it was such a sweet source.
If there is left over cake, I will put my pudding on that.
Pudding widens my smile, with a zip and a zap!
They have coconut cream now? What? You are kidding me!
Another snack, which brings my favorites to one, two and three.
Chocolate, and vanilla, wait, I love lemon pudding too!
If I had to narrow down the puddings, I would not know what to do.
Children add charm to the house
A source of happiness and togetherness for spouse
Parents' love has no limit and end
It's always true,they never pretend
The love is equal for one and all
Whether big,Whether small
All are dearest, without doubt
It's the affection, all about
Those who need attention more
Feel neglected to the core
He who is loved more
Is weak and timid,for sure
For the parent, all are equal
Love and care,are same as sequel
Which one do you love more?
One may ask,amongst the four
It's a question, obvious for a parent
If one feels,the love is apparent
Parents' love has no boundary
It's always equal, all and sundry
Parents' love is always a blessing
It's genuine, that goes without saying...
Son of God
Lord
You are:
Oracle of peace
wise counselor
source within the living waters
That breathes life
into insightful predictions
of our future holdings
Son of Mary
With grace and mercy
one regal descendent of David
A sacrificial birth born
under the shadow of the cross
the Son of the most high
An eternal ruling Monarch
whose loving touch precludes no man
behold our King has come
Immortal spirit of divinity’s
Fulfilling the prophesies
divinely anointing our Prince of Peace
Truth held under Christian virtues
through the portal our great Father
forever speaks within, Amen
unrhymed tercets
A co-written piece by Liam Mcdaid & Donna Loughman
You cried and begged him to stay
As I winced from my soul
Stifling a cry, too – only my tears
Were from his treatment of you
You were silent in the days after he’d gone
Looking past me instead of at me
Seeing something I could not, a ghost perhaps
Of the time when you both laughed
Your hope, I could see, was lost in the past
Where dread and darkness caressed
Shadows of your heart and soul, your love
Which shed tears of loss that lingered on
Hues of gray mingled with your tears
Touching me with the need I could feel
A poverty so deep and rich it begged for
A breath of color to brighten your thoughts
Whispers of pain mingled with dismay at your condition
Flowed rich with grief, mourning for this
Man who was filled with rage, racked with storms
Breaking more than bones, but hearts and homes
You shine, like a dawn light, with insight and faith
Grace that clings to the source of your love
A power higher than the one that left you lost and alone
Silent as the sun – begging for mercy to come
He left you and I didn’t cry for him at all, was almost happy
He was gone and I could see you shine like the sun
With your kindness and joy, your flavors of sweetness assuring
My heart that he had left you with more love than loss
I, being the child of this marriage, this passion that vanished
Was the only one, it seemed, to truly accept the fierce
Piercing truth that told everyone we knew we were better off
Because he had never been the good man you deserved
He had been a cold, hard, heartless man of cynicism
He had been dark and prayerless, like a stone
Who only knew to reach out to you with a yelling wave
Of distrust, disdain, discouragement
For me, his leaving was a blessing to be thankful for
You seemed sad, but I was glad
When he left, there was finally a peace to feel, relief
Where there had only been a battleground
Dad is a man of God.
Dad is a protector.
Dad is a provider.
This is the way some people see dad. But looking back on my life as dad I see that
dad is much more.
Dad is a booster seat and a comfortable chair.
Dad is a warm blanket that holds you tight and makes you feel safe.
Dad is a repair man who knows just the right way to put your toys together and fix
them when they break.
Dad is a comedian who can always make you laugh and instantly turns into a tickle
monster just when you need one.
Dad is a combination madd scientist and cook, whose experiments don’t always turn
out right, but are always fun .
Dad is an animal doctor who works miracles with a prayer and a bottle of
peroxide.
Dad is a source of life’s wisdom except when it comes to algebra.
Dad is a captivated audience when you put on your big shows and he’s always your
biggest fan.
Dad is a quiet man when he’s thinking really hard.
Dad is a loud man when he is sleeping real hard.
Dad is a friend who loves us and a teacher who guides us.
But most of all…
Dad is human and he makes mistakes and he understands that we make mistakes
to.
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