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Tiny Dancer

Ash falls off the mantal 
Into the carpet
Like a target
White to Grey
Just like my face

Loved you like a movie
Slow beginnings 
Quicker endings
But every moment 
Was worth the pace

You're in my bones
You're skin deep
Feels like a welcome home
But im the black sheep

I miss dancing under string lights
Elton John, tiny dancer in the night
You left me hanging like those lights
Surrendered all my rights
Just for a conversation or two
Ruined myself all over again
Just to aid and abbet you

Flashbacks of you 
Feel like snow
in the middle of june
Out of place 
But gone too soon

My love was a promise
I swore to keep
It was eternities long
And Oceans deep
Had to throw it all to sea
Just to forget me
Form: Lyric


A Bond of Brotherhood

In a bottle's transparent depths,
ants struggled, waves of chaos
each fighting for life,
yet forming a living pyramid,
a reverberation of unity's might.

Some submerged, others held fast,
a coordinated dance of aid
no panic, no selfish haste,
each ant surrendered to the greater fate.

A spoon's gentle rescue came,
ants emerged, one by one,
until one faltered, slipped back
into the water's grasp.

The last ant turned, dove deep,
clinging tight to the drowning form,
a bond of brotherhood,
a sacrifice that shook my core.

Shame on humans, lost in pride,
building walls, not bridges wide,
ants teach us unity's strength,
a lesson in selfless length.

True power lies in collective might,
let ants' wisdom guide our plight,
unity's lesson, forever told
in their small, mighty hearts of gold.

Premium Member PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO WELCOMES OUR OFFERINGS FOR HIM

February 14 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 7-8

Key Verse – Numbers 7:3 And they brought their offering before the LORD… and they brought them before the tabernacle.

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO WELCOMES 
OUR OFFERINGS FOR HIM	

Praise be to God for welcoming 
our offerings for Him: 
Sanctified for His anointed purpose
Set upon His altar of prayer
Sincere according to His plan
Sacrificed along His providence 
Surrendered by His approval-perfection. 

Numbers 8:3 Praise be to the Lord Who 
brings light to our lamps while we: 
Testify about His goodness against despair
Trust His great direction
Triumph in His grand doctrine-distinctives 
Thank His great deeds 
Toil for His Gospel-declaration 

Numbers 8:11 Praise be to the Saviour
for enabling us to execute service-performance:
Enlightened by His Word
Examined through His ways  
Established in His work
Empowered along His will
Esteemed with His worth.  Amen!

February 14, 2024

The Lotus Flower

The beautiful enchantress I call you or the revered Goddess;
So many sunk at your feet to death slow, by your beauty besotted
While for a holy task you surrendered to please an anchoress.  
A mystic to human race; tales weird sprung in time uncounted.
Fascinating your hide and seek game are, played with night and day;
Science or magic, what explains this strange motion of yours?
Symbol of purity, yet you reside in the dirty ponds, at bay;
Which message of yours has remained to us under locked doors?
Whichever your colour, you always stand unique in this vast world.
You will always be to me, a mystery unsolved, a story untold;
A secret cries to be unraveled in intrinsic patterns you hide whorled.
A question unanswered, in mud sealed lips, those unfortunate hold; 
Are you a biological complexity or some god sent messenger?
Gazing at you, by the ponds I sit hours, drinking from your beauty
An elixir unknown, my soul blessed with peace, unknown to a reveler.
I long to have you in my home but Queen you reign in your empire, muddy!

Date: 12/08/16
Contest: Each one of us has His or Her own Flower of Attraction
Rhyme scheme: abab cdcd efef ghgh
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Love alone is real

On befriending silence, heart’s still
whence voids within, on their own fill,
bliss beats rise within, all home grown,
path of love by God has been shown.

Who in truth we are we mistook,
so we browsed through the holy book.
Wisdom of Christ is etched in stone;
path of love by God has been shown.

We are at our best when thoughts rest,
free from fear, no load on our chest.
Cover of ego is now blown; 
path of love by God has been shown.

When we surrender, we then rise,
beholding each offered surprise;
grace divine continues to hone,
path of love by God has been shown.

Negating desire, soul afire,
dumps lust in the funeral pyre;
into bliss pastures, heart has flown 
path of love by God has been shown.

Mind and soul surrendered to God,
we tip toe into heart unshod;
no desires remain to bemoan 
path of love by God has been shown.

We’re not form and once we know this, 
doing nothing we imbibe bliss.
Watch that thought hermit, watch its tone,
path of love by God has been shown.

Made in God’s image, living light,
our heart pulsates with bliss delight.
Life’s been given to us on loan,
path of love by God has been shown.
Form: Kyrielle


SAMADHI

SAMADHI

I am the Void
                   and THE ALL
I am the pen
                   and paper
                        the insertion and hole
the breath, the nostril 
                                  War, Peace
Surrender and action
               Angelic wings descending 
Transfiguration and Embodiment 
                          Lover and Beloved
nipple, nourishment, lips

I bolt, then follow, appear, disappear
                               Essence and form

Only in my Silent Point of no Return
                                            and no Time

    can Shiva and Shakti drown in
                     Samadhi

Forest floor was prickly hard with dried
               leaves and elves
the path to Cave I had to walk
      Doe awaited inside the Darkness 
              a pool blacker than black
                    the deep unknown of knowingness 
                           her eyes my own Void
trying to remember Yeats or Wordsworth 
or Camus or even Ghandi
      it was all in vain


I beckoned your I AM
           to follow suit to Samadhi
 your guitar strings, seas, voice 
       or smiling eyes you feared to leave


           What was His Silent Point beyond the entrance
the endless depth of no Return ?
where was music or feasting or cool waves 
             where was a mustard lettuce sandwich
                           or escape  ?

I beckoned the bolt, the appearance or disappearance
Doe watched as our Observer both


Transfiguration had you mesmerised 
             at a mossy fringe
a toe became a stepless step
            sinking, sinking
    bodies becoming dark water 
 nothing escapes the Gateless Gate
            An event horizon was a fallacy
the Void and THE ALL
                                 tightened all spirals
to silent scream in a Cave pool blacker than black
A pool melting into Doe’s eyes
              a velvet not known to Mind

Samadhi was His alone in surrendered peace
              Our spirals His ecstatic tools

                a mustard lettuce sandwich waited at 
                    another oak table


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©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song


2024
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Lift Up Your Heads O Ye Gates

If the courage still exists to do so in our age of political correctness, many of us could ATTEST to the fact that America and the free world have been and is one of the greatest experiments known to mankind since the creation of the nation of Israel in Abraham's time.  People of such loyal and patriotic blood are prayerful people who have mindsets of "Thrivers and not Survivalists".  But let it be known that to do so requires more than a little NUANCE and a big step away from the normality of politics, whether liberal or conservative. One must have a strong and matured PROCLIVITY for 'outside the box' creative measures of change founded on time-tested principles rather than the latest 'feel good' philosophy.  Sometimes, depending on the gravity of the times, TEMERITY is not only appropriate, but it might very well be the last rash act of sanity left for the preservation of a nation. Perhaps the real climate change that is more likely to bring the world to its knees is not taking place in the atmosphere of our environment, but in the sanctuaries of churches, on the streets, and in the halls of Congress in countries the world over.  We can pray and do our due diligence as citizens and see a sea of renewal and revival, or not, and watch this fertile land turn to a BARREN desert, or we can stand idly by taking pictures on our cell phones as we watch the sad SAGA of a free world too painful to record.  A world unsupported by the prayers of its people would be comparable to, if not worse than, a loss of MARROW in our bones.  At the Alimo, those last brave 200 freedom loving Texans, when given options by Mexico to surrender or die, replied with cannon fire.  Help never arrived in time for their rescue nor was there to be found an APERTURE pointing a way for escape.  However, like the sons and daughters of Abraham at Masada, they never surrendered.  This is no time to hate, to horde, or even for survivalists to head for the hills as the world in the valleys go to hell in a handbasket. Regardless of where our native soil might be, we owe it to our homeland to pray and lift up our pens and voices till the children of the earth become children of God or until the King of kings and Lord of lords establishes His Great Kingdom upon the earth.

10262018PoSoupContest, Eight word challege-9, John Hamilton

American Wonder

It was you my heart chose
Lips red like a rose
Reddish hair
And pointed nose
I searched for hope
I could not find
I tried my luck
But left it far behind
I went to school but I came out stupid
When I found you
I was shot by a guy named cupid
My heart was broken	
From the words that have been spoken
I do not have a heart
So I scream in pain
Afflicted in the sun and the rain
Until you came
My American wonder
With a smile
That shines bright like the sun
All those afflictions 
Were gone
By the time you are done
I saw reasons to live again
And a new perspective
To life
Sarah or whatever your name is called
Will you be my wife?
Beautiful damsel from Colorado
That I never met
But I can never forget
Across the wires
Over the Atlantic
Beautiful angel 
She was so romantic
And so fantastic
And a mind that was elastic
Like rubber or plastic
Gave me a new heart
So I surrendered the one filled with hate
You will be remembered till date
You may not be perfect
But you are great
So where ever the unpredictable waves
Of destiny
Takes me
Remember never to wake me
And when I come for you my love
Please take me
As I am
And I will take you as you are
Because we are meant for each other
Whether in this world
Or next
Words need not qualify a man
Except from his actions
The first look at your face set off a chain reaction	
You bewitched me
And I have fallen in a spell
I do not wish to wake
Until you ring that bell
My mind
And your mind works together
No being can separate us
Not even a stormy weather
Let them try
They will fail
I will seek you in that rain of hail
You can never be beyond my reach
Because you will always practice what I preach
For love is the beginning of wisdom
And this is what many will never teach
I have no coin to give you
I am but a pauper
In items of value
But I am smart
And strong
And I love to argue

Premium Member Mirror of fire

Felt you coming to take the breath right out of me
Replaced; with your soft essence reflectivity
You are my mirror of fire, my heart's twin flame
Had I never come about you in this life; I would never be the same
A constant will, for you to be happy; is my shining rubidium
Your guidance led me too; challenging my life's intrinsical; idiom
I am a better version of myself; my souls beloved reflection
A shimmering example of needing belief; in you retrospection
You are my synchronicity; our connection once filled with joyful mimicry
If my life had never come about you, I'd never be the same internally
We were not meant to burn down for eternity in a soulmates; candelabra
Our separations design happens; before, irremediable palabra
White sheets; sturdy sticks, each of us holding on tight, with one hand as we surrender
We may later ask why, but the conclusion; our surrendered ends, are the answer
Hope you see the growing forgiveness, I found in you; understanding all of me
An awakening of peace; we could only know, all ways setting each other free

Premium Member Let Me See Again

Let me see again, begged Bartimeus, son of Thimeus.
Though he could once, his life soon got into a clumsiness.
He could not see the world, which he saw once and liked so much.
He could, now, feel it only with his ambiguous touch.

Did you only give him the sight to see this pretty world?
Did you give him the insight into himself that was whirled?
Losing his sight, he had lost the values the world once gave.
Paths of faith and discipleship into his life you paved.

It's not mere mending of sight but conscience and consciousness.
With a new sight, he was reborn out of unconsciousness.
From an outcast, he became the native of the kingdom.
From ignorance he, like a seeker, moved towards wisdom.

He surrendered his fear. You led him to the path of glee.
From his dependence, you led him to a life that was free.
Form: Sonnet

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