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since mine gentle kiss
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*Palpebral Definition & Meaning - Merriam-Webster
relating to the eyelids.
Tanka
Folk Heads Down in Flocks
waders stoop heads down
feeding uncoupled in flock.
like texters bowing
heads down to worship screen folk
disengaged with here and now
Heads Down, Engaged to Screen, Remote
Like waders at dawn sifting mud
with heads-down stance,
Modern folk in flocks with heads down, peer at screens
With thumbs a-tapping, eyes engaged
with friends on screen remote
But what of the here and now?
Those poor folk you are with, are ostracised,
displaced by 'You've got mail',
subplanted by there and then.
It is worrying how screen worship
has become such a priority.
It is infectuous when others all around you do it.
Interuptions to conversations now an accepted interlude,
not seen to be rude, when message calls
with bongs and rings,
demand heads-down bowing stoop
to worship screens.
Flying over the earth in ecstatic joy and mirth.
Feeling billowy and devastatingly sweet.
Free as I have ever felt.
Unencumbered by a human body.
It was a redemption most divine.
A new beginning, and time was all mine.
No approval did I need nor seek.
I was resoundingly complete!
Gratitude filled my cloud soul, as up in the universe I rose.
I belonged to all the earth, unlimitedly.
Humanity, ah, humanity admired my cloud shapes, endlessly.
And oh, I loved them so!
Such astounding peace I feel and eternal freedom.
So sings my aloft, cloud soul!
11-9- 2020
Because life is such a challenge, no one escapes without scars.
Evils may always be lurking ; still we must face and fight them.
I do not try to be perfect; but I am made in the image of God.
Never bow to lies about yourself, or low life mentalities by others.
God made each of us unique, and no one can be you as good as you.
Happiness will never be found at the end of a rainbow, nor from others.
Understand that God loves us far too much to leave us like we are.
Mistakes are missteps that only become mishaps when we refuse to use them to make the next step.
At the end of my life, I want to hear God say to me, “Well done my child”.
Nothing or no one can make me feel less of a person than God says I am.
07042016 PS Contest, Being Human by John Hamilton
Sunlight warms my emerald
Hues, petals soft and tender
Graceful beneath the morning
Dews, where there is such
Pleasure to be treasured
Raindrops nourish my hungry
Young thoughts with sweet
Liquid, caressing and kissing
My deepest desires with a
Silent whisper of inspiration
Rich, vibrant colors of spring
Lift up toward the heavens
Singing, dancing, embracing
The morning, the evening
Beckoning the senses to cry
Fresh petals, vulnerable
Capture the sky’s azure
Delights with a sense of
Purpose and willingness
To listen to the wind’s voice
Music drifts across the
Hopeful stems, welcoming
The faith that comes from
Within when morning touches
Tenderly down, a friendly hand
Reflections of the moment
Twirl lightly through my
Dreams, breathing joys
All around my melancholy
Yearnings for the moment
Passionate promises bring to me
Whimsical sighs from the slow
Warm insights found within my
Heart, where I meet God’s word
His still, small voice – I worship
Here we go again -
another crazy form to try - this time
a 'Yabba Dabba Do' or so it's called.
The jury's out; I can't say I'm enthralled.
I've not made a connection to the rhyme
or figured out how best with such a silly form to dabble.
I guess it truly is no more absurd
than having wooly mammoths pumping gas,
or dinosaurs and humans there en masse,
or roasting pterodactyls like they're birds.
Wilma, Fred, Barney and Betty, relegated to the past;
methinks this jab will do the same, and will be my first and last.
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Probably ought to give it a better shot, but this one is a 'Yabba Dabba Do'
12 lines: xabba xcddc ee, with 5/10/10/10/10 15/10/10/10/10 15/15
The form description at poet's collective was not that clear -
repeated the abba in the pattern, but then the example did not
4.In Time.
I find myself looking forward to the future,
Anticipating all our problems.
How we will fix them 'cause I have so much hope in us.
Trusting our belief in God,
Yet not knowing how I feel about how different we sometimes are.
While we are so alike where it matters,
I'm trying to figure out how not to die a little inside over the little things I overthink.
'Cause I'm such a whimsical weirdo
And you the coolest girl in class.
I come with insecurities I haven't told you about,
While you are a mother and the oldest child.
I need to get a grip and you need to let loose,
So let me twirl you amidst a field of daisies.
I would have loved to have a picnic and do taxes with you.
These are just my ideas,
Do you want to tell me what to do?
Your father set you a good example of what a man is,
but I had to learn to love myself as a human being.
I will till the soil should I have to,
But do you want to come and build sandcastles with me.
I have found love is not a compromise,
But a commute.
So let's always come home to our fragile dreams in our off days.
Secrecy, as in, 'don't allow this LOVE to be shown, to be known'?
Is Secret Love like lighted candles hidden away in closets?
'Secret Love' is a complicated theme, is it not?
Secrecy, as in an unexposed, undeveloped photograph?
Really, I don't know where to go with this; honestly, I don't.
So, off I go with a mixture of muse and a measure of truth.
By definition, LOVE is an action word, yielding an 'effect'.
With regards to 'secret love', can such love be genuine?
Can real love be hidden, covered up, or operated by stealth?
Is it real Love or something else with which I have been smitten?
If LOVE is secret, is it hidden because it is forbidden?
Is secret LOVE tantamount to being adulterated?
Or could it be that such LOVE has been contaminated?
My knowledge of the Greek language is nearly non-existent.
But What Greek I have learned centers around the word LOVE.
There are at least three words for the word LOVE.
Eros or erotic (Romantic love); Phileo (Brotherly love);
and Agape (Divine or God love). Love is ever active like
electricity in search of a conduit. LOVE is an ever-flowing
entity like ocean waves continually rushing to the shore.
Love originates in God, ever seeking a vessel through which
to flow. LOVE is a giver and not a taker. God's first order of
business in redemption was one of giving. "For God so LOVED
the world that He gave His only begotten son..." John 3:16.
Let's take a walk upon the outside
feel the atmosphere deep in your bones
take your eyes all the way upwards
way up there forget all your moans
The skies cannot be measured
your eyes can't see its end
no matter how far they stretch
every strain looking past every bend
Hurricanes come in great power
taking everything with them by force
leaving devastation in its wake
then we're left perplexed by its course
Rainbows come not like hurricanes
for its multi colours so shine
showing such beauty to all around
bringing a promise in its sign
From way up there they come
but God speaks through the rainbow
promising never again to flood the earth
hold on to the promise never let it go
Would you like to know what resides beyond the deformity of our perceptions if there is anything? Just what lies beyond those wishful embellishments emptiness perhaps nothingness if such is this
idea tempts like sugar many of the “intellectual” nothingness after the
last heartbeat a candle blown and the flame simply gone. But it is an answer of the laziest sort a rejection of possibilities of endless natures placing a dot
at
the end of a sentence which could continue and bloom into the most wonderful stories? They
like to say that imagination has nothing to do with truth (as if they knew all the mysteries of our minds) James Fowler – and others – have opinions of a more stimulating kind I say open up your
heart for there is much more beyond of what we’ve created in churches and temples even greater
Love
and imagination can be just the right door but there is and there will be
even more just
Stand
still and standing look and looking think and feel the voice that speaks through everything let it bring the freshness and vision of what there is to know and then in a brand new humbleness gently bow
your head
to all the powers which reside on the other side of the wall which divides
Human intellect from wisdom