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O, Mimi, my sweet sincere late dear friend,
To chase foul pests, on you I did depend,
With soft paws you danced through radiant days,
With whiskers waltzing in such gentle ways.
Your eyes grey blue, sparkled with knowing grace,
In every corner, you sprawled your quick pace,
Rats and mice dreaded your presence, your race,
You chased them away from all nooks and space.
Mimi, former companion calm and true,
With velvet softness of your pat, you knew
How to spin shrines of solace, how to play,
Marking what my heart vastly miss today.
Though on you now resides the earthly veil,
Your spirit softly stretches in the gale,
In every shadow, every spark of light
Your memory sparkles, forever bright.
Rest now, dear Mimi, in tranquillity,
For as, scripted by hands of destiny,
We may cross roads in the span of the sky,
So tender and tenacious was our tie.
An hour has hatched in my feeble head all the actually tormented minutes,
many stuffed seconds, the past's terrible death that haunts me obsessively,
to lurk, appear in the future, after a present that aged too quickly,
from the future, absent apparition, of being or never being clearly anymore.
And look how I've found through a me too often rushed through labyrinths,
infinitesimal traces of infinity, of my current occupation like a toxic river,
attached to life in my unprofitable square dream - from THOUGHT exploding in me,
the secret mission - hatred! - the tenacious demented fight with my phantom windmills!
To find for my poetry the neurotoxic antidote, the anti-EVERYTHING destroying meanings,
of candles transpired tears of hot melted wax, my most whorish passions,
of our statues celebrities, still unhewn, in marble stones waiting,
when from youth's exhausting sprint, I feel my labored soul throwing away.
I shake as long as I'm still alive from the biosphere all imaginary windmills,
of life's intensely total electric stress that burns my neurons in small fires,
I, the successful illiterate who reads chaos on the pages of burnt time,
of seconds' past sonorously screaming, on the definitively broken from lost future!
The hour hatches minutes like time embryos boiling in the skull,
the past's memories die and turn into ash of pallid memory,
the future lurks somewhere in the present like an untamed wild animal,
and I, rushed through myself, find infinite traces in my brutal finitude.
Tuesdays are the child of grace you embody sheer elegance but no Monday face
but all is fair
from your shoes to your hair
fine porcelain won't pass
doll dear fragile
you!
are glass.
tap the rim of your style and it screams world class worldly weight on your shoulders bigger than mass
a figure to public they say you are
your neat fleet will sure take you far.
Oh princess you, I worry not so
you are a crown jewel with a humbling glow
water is vexed by the way that you flow
suprised you are not you already know
Your movmments move me your soul does to
shore charming beauty it's painfully true
you boldly stare they haven't a clue. if you were not born, what ever would we do?
So keet ur feet never ounced a whine so tenacious neat and focused inclined.
your meticulous eyes move I wonder
does your mind ever race like a roaring thunder you breath so calm like an ocean breeze
I yearn to learn your composure at ease.
Politics grace is you and your toy
chalant adieu coy is your joy.
Perfect posture and prudenty poised you like to have fun but in absence of noise.
Not raven nor lark swan song of the dark amplified dove you need not love
surly gold heart you're sent from above no guilt clean hand non short of glove
Defy the choas shadow there of
A swan as your symbol a dove as haste
you embody sheer elegance
Tuesday's grace
Written: September 30, 2023
Sponsored by: Silent One Pick a Colour Contest
"There is my body, in it an ocean formed of his glory, all the creation, all the universes, all the galaxies, are lost in it. Rumi"
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In the scenic scope of a sparklingly stained sky.
Brushstrokes by a dulcet master, sky-high
An exhibit of azure splendor, a masterpiece.
Exquisite works of nature, why must you cease?
A cyanic cerulean, cavorting and courageous
Paints a tale that is both untold and tenacious.
Azure colors dance with genuine happiness.
All day long, hearts are captured by sappiness.
Wispy wetness, whitening whisper wreath.
With complete pride, wrap the sheath
Clouds of cotton candy wander nearby.
Adding elegance and grace to a sunny sky
A golden orb, the sun, sends a brilliant light.
Exudes a svelte and diaphanous gaze bright.
A radiance of soft light through the universe.
Fluttering formulaic fascination is fluminous.
Flowers fields in fabulous fonts of Forebay
Akin to a painter's palette, they thrive and sway.
Delicate petals, akin to brushstrokes fine,
Creating a tapestry is so divine.
The ocean waves have a turquoise hue.
Crash upon the shore, in shades of dew.
Symphony of mellifluous vibe, a rhythmic song,
As the creator elixir flows swiftly along,
Seagulls whiz by with wings wassail wide.
Their graceful flight was a sight to abide.
They elapse through the canvas with elegant ease.
Adding zest and zeal to an ephemeral breeze
As the day gyres to dusk, the sky transforms.
Brushstrokes of indigo chart various forms.
Mahogany and navy, fete the felicity of the scene.
Choreographing a fugacious, halcyon, and serene
Furtive stars twinkle, akin to gems so bright,
As the divine fulfills the tableau for the night,
Brushstrokes of cobalt in the glamor sky,
A marvelous feat that yields hearts to sigh.
The splendor of nature's marvels can't be denied.
A canvas filled with hues, so bright and defied
The creator is inconspicuous, yet his aura is felt.
It's clearly blatant in the cyan smudges knelt.
Amidst fuel crisis that makes us down
God’s merciful ears are never shut down
Ready with His power to reach us down
Fortifying faith from being knocked down
Though miserably tempted to slow down.
Vanquishing attacks of reproaching doubt
Our souls desperately persist to hide pout
While cheered up by the Lord’s exhorting shout
For tenacious triumph against gloom’s bout.
We thank the Almighty Who grants great grace
Along ceaseless heavenly greeting rays
Warming our hearts to offer worship praise.
Beyond engulfing panic shines peace-light
Of care and sharing with prayer delight…
Our faith exalts* Christ in His supreme reign.
Bountiful blessings indeed pouring down
Celestially flowing with no time-out
Guaranteed devoid of scarcity’s trace
Driving us above mediocrity-flight
Propelled by His hand for stewardship gain.
*Psalm 34:3 O magnify the LORD with me, and let us exalt his name together.
April 14, 2020
Honorable Mention, "Minuanetta Poems" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet; judged on 4/23/2020.
perfect imperfection
Margarita on the rocks
Impetuous with direction
Pigheaded as an ox
Shaken not stirred
Pepsi not coke
Rarely deterred
Deaf when you spoke
Tenacious in a squabble
Fixed in a stance
With liquor she won't wobble
It's an everyday dance
Prideful to a fault
An air of mystery
Her decisions taut
Writes her own history
If your opinion contradicts
No need to refute
Her tongue will throw bricks
She'll play you like a flute
But inside she is harmless
Tasted heaven and hell
Her confidence, far less
Beneath her shell
Brick walls, she constructed
Her father played part
Purity and youth, he destructed
Placing guards around her heart
If you take the time to tame her
A delightful feast
You realize you couldn't blame her
For portraying a beast
December 14 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Timothy 1-6
Key Verse – 1Timothy 1:12 And I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who hath enabled me, for that he counted me faithful, putting me into the ministry.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR PUTTING US INTO THE MINISTRY
Praise be to God for putting us into the ministry to be:
Counted faithful in His work
Committed fervently by His Word
Consecrated festively in His worship
Counselled fruitfully through His wisdom
Convicted against futility while in His wondrous will
1Timothy 2:1-3 Praise be to the Lord for exhorting us
to pray, which is good and acceptable in His sight while we:
Receive His grace
Rest in His generosity
Rejoice in His goodness
Realize His gloriousness
Recognize His greatness
1Timothy 3:15 Praise be to the Saviour for
instructing us to behave in His house:
Strengthened by His salvation-seal
Settled upon stewardship-service
Satisfied around His sustenance
Secured through His Scriptures
Sanctified against sinfulness
1Timothy 4:6 Praise be to the Holy Spirit for
helping us to be good ministers of God:
Triumphant along faith-increase
Taught with His fueling instructions
Tested to fight ignorance by His illumination
Trained toward fervent impact by His influence
Tenacious against failures upon fulfilled improvement
1Timothy 5:21 Praise be to Christ for
charging us to observe and do what is right:
Showing piety with His mercy
Sharing provisions by His miracles
Soulwinning through His power’s might
Solving problems against man’s maneuverings
Serving along perseverance midst His magnificence.
1Timothy 6:13-14 Praise be to the Almighty
for exhorting us to keep His commandment for:
Godly contentment toward His golden crown
Great claims with His grand commendation
Gracious compassion by His good clemency
Guided consecration for His glorious cause
Glad choices against grievous coldness. Amen!
December 14, 2024
Love unveils us from borrowed faces,
It tears them away, fear and longing, from the depths of our defeated chests.
I call it here "love," not just an anchor between shores of intertwined pulses,
But as a being of beings, a grace that leans on hidden branches.
Not in the naive, childish sense seeking solace in empty sweets,
But in the tenacious, honest sense of traversing untrodden paths -
A journey of purpose and restlessness, of pure risk and growth.
This love does not paint a smile on your face when you sit in peace,
But it is a fluttering of restless wings, daring to fly ceaselessly.
It pushes you to the edge of self-abyss, where you are less seen,
To sanctify in momentum and in the abyss, merging with the infinite human weep.
It does not let you sleep in the down of recognition, to be swayed by reflections,
Love - that stern mistress, polishes you in waves and waves of incomprehension.
It squeezes out the last drop of childish dreaming, dripped by insatiable desires,
And throws you back to the shore, transformed, with the soul of an awakened, fearless traveler.
Under the sky of this love, the world is never complete, always in a state of becoming,
Beyond the boundaries of comfort, an ecosystem of relentless evolution.
Embracing your mask in the flutter of wind confirms the balance and enchanted surrender,
You pass through fire and ice, unaware that this is the path to true known freedom.
And perhaps the true face is often more harshly drawn, less defined,
But love, in this world, turns windows into deep mirrors;
It makes us see ourselves not as separate singularities, but as interconnected islands,
Where the mask becomes a bridge between souls, and love - an ocean in which we dive without fear of swimming,
Aware now, that although we are born alone, together we shall grow.
The leather tethers kept loosening.
I had to pull at them until
they dug into your body
binding you to a rocking cross.
It was all for nothing
you died snapping at unseen knives,
arching up, bending time into
frozen waves.
You once said you were Irish/Scots,
Appalachian.
You called yourself: Applachan.
Sinewy girl --- wiry poppy stems
in you, and engine oil
to soften tenacious roots.
The fever racked you up.
It shook your bones loose.
It blossomed,
pouring you out
in thimbles of awareness.
In those intervals,
blue hills filled your eyes
with summer rain.
I would talk to you of Ireland.
We went there on that last night.
We made a hasty camp
in the felled woods,
the deep raw stumps
were already greening.
Then I watched,
and kept watching
as feeble death broke its teeth
on your blood.
April 24 Scripture Meditations Based on Job 25-30
Key Verse – Job 26:3 How hast thou counselled him that hath no wisdom? …
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR COUNSELLING ME WITH YOUR WISDOM
Thank You for counselling me with Your wisdom’s empowerment
By your secure salvation’s settlement
Through Your promises’ strengthening enforcement
For my character development.
Thank You for counselling me with Your wisdom’s illumination
By your precious precepts’ instruction
Through Your Word’s tenacious direction
For my mind-transformation.
Thank You for counselling me with Your wisdom’s truthfulness
By your mighty sanctification’s immaculateness
Through Your purification’s righteousness
For my heart-cleanliness.
Thank You for counselling me with Your wisdom’s authority
By your steadfast supremacy’s sovereignty
Through Your statutes’ assuring certainty
For my faith-security.
Thank You for counselling me with Your wisdom’s nurturing
By your bountiful compassion’s outpouring
Through Your loving kindness’ gearing
For my service-fruit bearing.
Thank You for counselling me with Your wisdom’s victory
By your triumphant leadership’s history
Through Your miracles’ radiant glory
For my ministry-success story.
April 24, 2022