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Silence swells the whispers
Snow, breathless… caressing the earth
Gentling the scene in echoes
Serenity dancing in flurries, a blizzard
Whirling and twirling, delicious
Praises, psalms, prayers
Winter’s faded march through
A mind who believes in joy, the knowing
Promising hope amid the despair,
Grace in the bleakest moment,
Light in the darkest twinkling…
Erasing the melancholic counsel
Doubt and confusion, uncertainty
Piercing through the music, a melody
Unfolding in the heavy heartbeat
Rushing, roaring, roaming
Autumn’s truth, peaceful and serene
Coloring the spirit in quiet hues,
Melding maple’s gold and amber
With the oak’s heavy handed auburn
Collapsing every plan of the past
With the cherished embrace,
Grace raining through the thoughts
Stirring crisp brushes of light
Soothing breaths of a vibrant vista
Warm and tranquil, still promises….
Growing heavy with the burden
Light fading into the past
Burning away second guesses
With miracles and wonders,
Abiding in the heart who knows
Nature is a continual flow of elation,
Brilliant, breathless, boastful
With its charms and captivating
Inspirational sincerity,
Kindness alive inside the words
Brought to life by the sunlight,
The moon’s glow and the starlight
Reflections, shimmering, dazzling
Enriching the spirit with splendors,
Beauty so blessed it is praise
Smothering every fear,
Inspiring hearts to believe…
Inside, where there is assurance
From the One who created it all,
The Spring and Summer with their
Fresh smiles and brilliant colors
To the Autumn and Winter, with so much
Imagination and spectacular abundance
It is familiar, yet strange to the heart
Who remembers the quiet way they smile
Into the life who agrees that His love…
Is more alive than even the heartbeat, the
Breathing of a hope inside those who know…
This love He brings is the ultimate gift.
It is light and life and love…
It is the promise from above…
That God’s grace continues to provide
Rich and colorful seasons and more…
A way to finally reach paradise…
A home that is eternal and offers every soul…
The miracle of a love that lives forevermore!
The cascading stream murmurs mystically
as it flows across the pulsating plateau,
and through the swathing sprawling forest,
fostering emerald opulence to the ultimate,
that splashes silver streaks beyond the banks,
bending on the wavy contours of the vale
with flicking torrent of exuberant design
like the en echelon flock of swan in fervent flight.
The brook meanders in lively loops
on the verdant swathe of swerving ferns,
scattering with verve of riverine exhilaration,
the swirling strings of splattering pearls.
The coalescing currents glide, serenading through
the aural symphony of ambient silence,
blending with the whispering refrain
of the rippling wind passing passionately by.
Flying over the crystalline water, changing shape
within the migrant motif of the ebullient flow,
the robins returning from the winter wilderness
twitter the joyous springtime song.
As in the skeletal boughs of the defoliated trees
the new satin leaves sprout and rustle,
the beguiling fleet of butterflies flitters
around the color-burst blooming flowers.
The onyx night shapes the silhouette of sapphire sky
above the malachite profile of the forest canopy,
that wears the jeweled crown of heavenly décor,
embroidered by the stellar lattice of the twinkling stars,
sprinkling the silver sequins of morphed dream,
that drizzle through the diaphanous moonshine mist.
I’m entranced by nature’s awesome splendor,
inspiring me to capture its beauty with woven words.
When the call of adventure dawned on the wayfaring traveller
He sat down at the rock face quite tearful weary and sweaty
Thought about fate meaning and streamed in consciousness
A poet with a license to kill time and serene wavering spirit
Fond of nature and nurture he looked down a perilous cliff
Life had been poisonous recently and in need of reflection
Close to a meandering delta of final conclusive determination
He moved forth inch by un-relentless inch in search of resolve
Freedom seemed far away in the clouds with linings receding
Valleys of hopelessness approached vision void and oblivion
And yet he felt a tickle of excitement close to his wounded heart
Redirected his mind to a creepy sensation touching his mind
He recalled his yoga teacher’s advice not to hurt sentient beings
Secured mountain pose and lotus position for focus and peace
In awe he looked at the Skeleton Tarantula’s urticating bristles
Stretched on his skin and ready to puncture his ultimate life line
Smooth hairy and frightened the little creature pondered
Whether to play dead or defend its masterful existence with
One venomous bite as the lonely seeker of truth closed his eyes
And calmly decided that wisdom required patience and kindness
06th January 2020
Life is a living testimony; to God and His infinite Love;
I witness daily His guidance near; Heaven sent from realms above. I am truly greatful and truly blessed; for fear I know not; signs of supernatural protection; show me I am not forgot. I also know while on the path, of what God's planned for me; there's no such thing as failure in fulfilling destiny. I know that God can hear my prayers; His replies are peaceful and instant; and never let me feel as though they're coming from a distance; all around me everyday; the beauty of God's creation; and the privilege of knowing Him, through the Ultimate gift of Salvation; Jesus came and died for us; that we may know the truth; I endeavour to live my life as a spiritual being of proof. Proof that we are not alone; proof that God is the Father; proof that when life leaves this realm, eternity is ever after. I want to use my freewill to honour and praise God's glory; Greeted by the Most High when get to the end of my story.
If you think the nightmares
You have as a kid
Are really all that scary
Then have a listen to this
With your monsters in the closet
Boogie men under the bed
Werewolves at the window
Ghosts floating overhead
They don't even come close
To the stress of the adult
Let me take the time to enlighten you
To the real nightmares through this poem
There's the annoying bill collector
Always beating on the door
As your Uncle Sam AKA the Tax Man
Is always wanting more
And just when you think gas prices
Have reached the ultimate peak
They raise the price 20¢ over night
Then double that the next week
How about your job down sizing
And not inviting you along
With your entire lot now in a box
Sold down the river with a song
And let's not forget the aches and pains
That magically appear
Over every square inch of your body
Year by year by grueling year
Or when the doctor comes in the room
And asks you to sit down
Informing you in a week or two
You'll no longer be around
So if you want to swap nightmare stories
You'd better pull those covers tight
Cause adulthood has some doozies
Sweet dreams kid and good night
Just a fun little bedtime story to read to the kids!
Concrete Idea
Metal falls from the sky without sound
Bluish white cadmium and nickel
Trees follow in their shadow
Disintegrate on contact
A simple thermometer reads common thoughts
When in a dream of water
But this is an element of surprise
Coming to life in our real world while awake
Science rises to the occasion of simple speculation
Something caused the event near by the lake
Trees just don’t disappear….disintegrate
An asteroid made of metals could have done it
Or something similar comes to mind
The September 10, 2013 meteorite discovery
The 6 tailed asteroid P/2013 P5 made of rocks could be the culprit
Or one of its cousins caused the blaze and ultimate find
Perhaps gneiss, schist; slate or even marble metamorphic rocks
Determined the destruction at the site
It must have been an asteroid of some sort….There’re sure
But nothing concrete from science is found in this tale
Except the Hubble discovery of a 6 tailed meteor called P/2013 P5
And that’s the only solid idea and concrete thought to share
I remember the night I first saw you
I was watching a news program 'til you barged in the screen
The sweetest smile I instantly noticed
Among you, hopefuls, in the center stage
Not sure if I did hear your name
I am certain though, your beautiful face I'll always remember
When two David's held concert in my Motherland
My heart recognized you the second time
The same angelic face, alluring smile
With your soothing voice and astounding music
Is this real or just another crush?
Never mind me stalking your social media posts
Memorizing almost every line of your songs
Every girl wishes to meet her ultimate idol
Upon hearing his name, In your eyes, "I fall"
"What does he like
What does he seek for a wife"- thanks to Google
Wishes the tickets were cheap
Cries a river when she missed
All these feelings inside
Keeping me up all night
Would you ask why someone like me admires someone like you?
'Tis your beautiful soul and what you do
A missionary for the Lord down to a music lover
So don't even wonder seeing your face in my wallpaper
But when time comes you found your "My Kind of Perfect"
We know, I know she'll love you forever
"Happy Birthday, D.J!!!"
Lyn-Jenne
Monseigneur Reygus Hameltus—defrocked priest and sorcerer of the black
arts; epiphany of evil and master of debauchery.
He looks among his minions with a grim bearded countenance
and piercing beady eyes with a distinct grimace of utter revulsion.
As the full moon rises and arches in the evening sky . . .
Reygus Hameltus menacingly stands by.
Once a famous devout and humble priest of medieval times,
he was a biblical scholar and factotum of great intellectuality.
His walk and conversion to the dark side
mirrored his frustration with God himself;
Reygus Hameltus felt that God had deserted him
and no longer cared to listen to him.
With this . . . and losing faith
he turned to the Devil, the ultimate corrupter of the human soul.
As the full moon rises and arches in the evening sky . . .
Reygus Hameltus menacingly stands by.
As Reygus Hameltus assumed his apostleship in evil,
every ounce of goodness and spiritual greatness
left his body and soul in good measure.
He murdered and raped, cajoled and lied,
and brought deception and reeked destruction
on all who crossed his path and his disciples no less.
As the full moon rises and arches in the evening sky . . .
Reygus Hameltus menacingly stands by.
But it should be said that all evil one day runs its course.
And when the good people of Montserrat fought back and answered in kind . . .
Monseigneur Reygus Hameltus — black arts sorcerer and his witches’ coven
suffered the eternal vengeance and wrath of God
and were banished to the Devil’s Kingdom forever—faraway from mankind!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved - August 13, 2014
(Free Verse)
WILL HIS MAJESTY BECOME EXTINCT
Poachers arrive in scores of ten,
Made up of brutal, evil men,
Their strength lies in their guns and nets,
They have already placed their bets,
As to how they will be rewarded,
For slaying this King,
Will it be dollars or diamonds,
That bling?
Poachers take the lions bones,
Skins and head,
For unsubstantiated notions,
They are used as potions,
Which are sold for a ridiculous price,
And of course a dead lion in tact,
With his head,
Is the ultimate prize..
Wealthy greedy men,
Have also developed this yen
To hunt lions,
Farms are set up for financial gain,
Churning millions of dollars,
Due to this detestable game!
These loathsome
People put their trophy,
On show for all to see,
How brave they appear to be.
This horrendous cowardly act,
Is a very sad fact,
That we are on the brink,
Of our majestic lions,
Becoming extinct!
Genie
Feral Child
A victim of severe abuse, neglect
Left alone in social isolation
Subjugated in darkness to reflect
Suffocating ultimate frustration
Internal anguish, no consolation
Father, shamed of my subnormality
Kept me locked away from reality
Thirteen years, strapped into a child’s toilet
Or bound in my crib from humanity
Forbid anyone near and to forget
5/14/2016
for the contest :Sad Dizain
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genie_(feral_child)