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To taste your kiss just one more time,
and feel the fire of long ago
that fueled the rhythm and the rhyme
of poetry in love’s sweet glow
beneath the moon on summer nights,
that only love struck lovers know…
And in the shadows, dim of lights,
to once again feel your embrace
that lifts me up to higher heights
and takes me to another place
with fantasies becoming real
beneath the veil of midnight’s lace…
These tender thoughts which I reveal
are showing passion’s paradigm.
Your tenderness I long to feel,
recalling days when in our prime,
and taste your kiss just one more time.
July 20, 2023
Breath of light, casting shadows over the night
Soothing stars and moon in her gentle embrace
Hurling nervous sea against beaches so white
Gentling the surf with a calm time can’t erase
Cobalt sprays fall against the sandcastle reefs
Stirring wells of euphonious tones of grace
Mists of joy, glazing the trembling cloverleafs
Sunlight glow murmuring peace to the coastline
Sand dollar stories emitting soul beliefs
Playing through my heart, songs no man can define
Bruised thoughts fill my mind, singing praises to Him,
Who guides my spirit, causing my light to shine
Across the beach, into the sea, hearts will swim
Compelled by laughter, joy seeks the light so still
Jesus wants more than just living on a whim
He loves His children and means their hearts to fill
He amazes, nothing can be more real
Love deeper than the sun who eases dawn’s chill
Dew drenched mists flow across quiet seas to heal
These are the days God gave to ease our spirit
He is the light to whom I’ll forever kneel
Walk in the light, there’s no reason to fear it
His tears are falling on the wind, just hear it
He was a young man traveling lightly with nothing much to carry
but his dreams and wide-eyed wonder
and a ticket for a ferry
Ride, across a river wide that meandered like nothing real
while looking for rhyme and reason
to come alive and learn to deal
With whom and what he was inside, deeper than the skies
he would soon be crossing over
with this new-found ferry ticket ride
Taking him to places he knew not where or when
Yet knowing he’d soon be racing time
like a moth against the wind
While waiting for the ferry boat still in his youthful prime
He heard the wind spin tails again and whisper “Time to ride.”
“I am not the doer or enjoyer. Work have I none, now or formerly. I have no body, nor am I bodiless. How can I have or not have a sense of "my-ness"?”
From the stillness fulcrum wherefrom forms emerge
As the motionless potent hum before we exhale
Spontaneous intent causes a bliss surge
In the void of no-thingness we set sail
Resplendent as eternal Self aglow in our light
Dew drops of love and light illumines our life’s trail
We are the source of bliss pulsations that delight
Transcendent and immanent flicker-free flame
Heart unblemished pristine and snow white
Both highs and lows for us are the same
We breeze through life which is but a game
"Like the silence that screams, cursing solitude,
whispers of faith sing patiently with prayers..."
Regina McIntosh
Raise your voices high in praise of our Lord
and encourage others to do the same,
everlasting life will be your reward.
Let His love burn in your heart like a flame
for without faith, life will never feel whole,
sing out hallelujah, in Jesus's name.
Don't apologize when faith takes control,
allow your belief in a loving God
to ignite the passion felt in your soul.
Pray for those that dismiss God as a fraud,
you're a miracle; believe in yourself,
we're all mortal beings, and therefore flawed.
God imbued humans with a sense of self
by giving us souls, a piece of Himself.
(Terza Rima)
1/27/2021
Heart Universes - Updated Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
The exigent mountain in the tough terrain of life
needs to be climbed as the summit alluringly calls,
follow the undefined trail in surging storm of strife.
Cross with piety the divine gateways God installs,
in His designed ordain repose your steadfast trust,
faith will show the path in dark nights of squalls.
The turbulent ocean of rough life in tempestuous gust,
needs to be sailed serene, the last anchorage found,
get guided by His benign beacon with dedication just.
The tormenting alley of agony in darkness profound,
needs to be lighted, shreds of soul salvaged from abyss,
in the glow of divine essence God’s grace will abound.
The journey on the rhythm of prayer hymn is never amiss,
it takes life through the stillness of soul to the bay of bliss.
_________________
July 21, 2022
Contest : Five Stanza Terza Rima
Sponsored by : L Milton Hankins
Some two thousand years ago, hope was born
in a manger when a virgin gave birth,
and a Holy star turned night into morn.
Mary's child was the son of God on Earth
and Her heart overflowed with love and joy,
for Christ offered salvation and rebirth.
She feared His life was not His to enjoy
but her faith let Her trust in the Lord's grace
treasuring the years, Jesus was Her boy.
He spoke of His Father's heavenly place,
yet Jesus sought out sinners to embrace.
(Terza Rima)
6/16/2021
Jesus Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Required words: "hope, holy, joy, love, life, grace, faith"
On Halloween's scary night, I trust no friend,
when lots of witches and spirits loom...
to let all the rascals have the upper hand!
I could dress just like Robin Hood,
but the elves and the grisly bears
wouldn't like it...so I dress as a dragon!
Others kids strangely stare and laugh saying,
" You look so goofy in that old costume...
take if off, or we'll ask some witch to hit you with a broom!"
And eggs go flying like flying saucers
over my stuffed and dizzy head; they crack
and drip...oh, what an awful taste!
I'm very convinced by their mischievous acts...
that the little brats have gotten the upper hand;
and what kind of trick could I use and still pretend?
My pockets are loaded with shaving cream cans,
I will spray them all over their painted faces,
and make fun of them...how silly they will feel!
Entered in Carol's Brown Halooween Contest, " Funny Spooks "
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
ODE TO THE RAIN
A rare happening here, this dreary drought:
The dry earth chokes and trees are fast fading,
Reservoir water stock is drying out.
The dry weather is truly worrying,
We bear the foul odours of wind-blown haze,
Health concerns with ash now escalating.
We feel the choking air in smelly daze,
See long clinic queues with breathing ailments,
Polluted smog and hazy fare spurs craze.
Our dry ordeal lingers with harsh statements,
Our nearby neighbour's post-harvest burnings;
Political talks brought vain agreements.
No amount of talk brings clear resolving,
So here we sit and wait and pray for rain,
Our medicine men are busy chanting.
Forty days of drought feels enlightening,
And suddenly a burst of wetness falls:
Due change of healing moisture now drowsing.
Truth heralds clear that prayer brings rainfall,
Faith still moves mountains and wet clouds charade,
The heartfelt word goes forth to echo call.
Drenching rain and more rain on our parade,
Happy children rain-dancing wildly free,
For water pools and cools and moves all trade.
This aqueous spring revives all greenery,
Smiles and sheer delight for wet weather shows,
See wetness bring freshness that now sets free.
An attitude of gratitude funds glow,
A sparkle of delight now flows and grows!
Leon Enriquez
16 Mar 2014
Singapore
Boat Ride II
Upon the crowded deck, boaters go their way
Drifting silently among sunken glades
Where sun kissed ripples on sparkling waters play.
'Tween quiet banks the elegant Heron wades,
In meadows long grasses horses forage
Where passing willows cast their shifting shades.
Open farmland, factory cut, under bridge,
Boats glide, driven by the river’s silent force
Motorway, urban sprawl and forested ridge.
Flowing steadily from its far flung source
Boaters not knowing how the fragile river thrives,
Unaware of the world within the river’s course
Then at its mooring the pleasure boat arrives,
The river passing on beyond their distant lives.
Barry Stebbings
Sept 2022