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sitting on the stoop eating my usual cinnamon crunch bagel
here you come....rushing and right on time
you seem to slow down once you pass by me
yeah, you now i am checking you out, and you are not afraid to let me know
i hold all truths self evident that you obviously know how to shop
you flaunt your self's truth well, and you are only showing your personal knowledge of yourself
i find it sexy that you tease me and keep me guessing
i know you will keep my hands full, but then again, my sista, you are as thick as you are phine
i wonder what crowns catch your queen's eye in that walk-in closet of yours
i get off on the mystery of you, and you get off on my squirming as well as my suffering
for we both know we will never come close to changing this ritual's routine
we will never wave at each other and say 'hey'
we will never even acknowledge that we know of each other anywhere else
we just appreciate what we appreciate in passing and without judgement
for those few moments each day, that is good enough for us
As the morning dawns and sunlight
Fades the darkness of night
Stars flicker out and moon turns to dust
And I recall the place of my heart
Here, I reside in Joyville, where I smile
Laugh and dance through the wonders
As noon rests against my bare skin
Caressing my heart with kindness
Whispering soothing thoughts
Into my soul and reminding me
That wherever I go there will always
Be this place for me, Heart City
As the night colors the entire world
In hues of soft grey and sapphire
Where flecks of stardust capture my
Spirit in a whirlwind of emotions
My heart races and praises with prayers
For the warmth of this city called Soulful
There are places I go when I do not know
Where the best place is… places like
Inspirational, Enlightenment and Yes, even
Despairsville… places I wander through
When my mind needs feeding and my thoughts
Need bleeding, like a feeling so vast and sure
It reaches past my calm and pierces my core
In these places, I know of the need
Need that is great and rides waves of hope
Lights flicker and create hues of flourishing
Caresses that mingle with mystery and music
Breaking out of the pain and sorrow and sending
Grace, mercy, peace and promise… love so reliable
It breathes inspirational poetry through my soul
And I reach past the echo of discouragement
Discovering the hand of healing, hope, happiness
That makes a way, even when the way seems impassable
A way through the city of Regret, Dark town and Sadville
Into the heart of praise, promise and psalms that pray
For a way through the weeds of wickedness and sin
Into the Garden of grace with Salvation that will win
Leave those dark cities behind and walk a mile to find
Joysville, Heart Town, Faith City and Love that Lasts
Discover the path to Light, love and laughter and you
Will find that this life can become something good
A part of your soul looks for this place where God
Gives the assurance that He is always with you, Guiding
You through and coloring your world in hues of delight
Find your way – praise and pray – and you just may
Reach your destination and the home that awaits!
NEW WORLD ORDER
I’d like to express my beliefs.
from scriptures that I’ve read.
Paradise soon restored on earth,
as prophets … and Christ said.
This be a “new order” for sure,
nothing bad here, belong.
Psalm thirty-seven assures us
wicked men … will be gone*
.
“Evil men be done away with,” *
“Cursed will be done away.” *
“Wicked will be no more.” *
“Be cut off” *… what more, say? *
Something very important, you
may not have ever heard.
Meek live eternal life on earth.
promises ... are in God’s word!
David and Christ both spoke of this
Inheritance, you’ve read.
Psalm thirty-seven: eleven,
Matthew five: five … Christ said.
We’ll see dead resurrected, no
more reason for sighing.
Gone are “all tears and all crying,
no more death … nor dying.” *
Above former things, John mentioned,
In Revelation twenty-one
Never existed in heaven,
just here on earth … were done.”
Inheritance of “peace on earth,”
with wild creatures, we’ll play.
Plus we won’t grow old, we’ll stay young,
so much more… I could say.
Isn’t imagination, it’s
what God’s Kingdom, will do.
“God’s will is done." Where said? “On Earth.”
New World … is really true!
April 28, 2022 copyright
All rights reserved
( Psalm 37 : 9,,22,, 10,28,34,38”)
Contest: New World Order
Sponsor: Robert James Liquori
A Sistine Chapel lies outside our house,
a cellar used by former runaways.
Recalling stories from our grandpa Joe,
remember how he always kept a horse
to transport couples found in hiding there.
The ceiling shelves deflect a spotlight's eye
from secret spots where common folk once hid.
Consider how he felt, my grandpa Joe,
his future jeopardized within our town.
Even with the best of good intentions,
slave owners' law - greater than freedom's law.
My grandpa kept the ceiling stocked with food
for needy refugees to take their fill
in building strength to last their journey through.
Sometimes when I am zapped and cannot cope
I am compelled to grab a light and go
descending on this niche of grace and peace.
A ceiling with more beauty is not found
than grandpa's Sistine Chapel underground.
written 03-01-2018
contest: Eight Word Challenge - 24 lines maximum by Robert Haigh
“So like a child, find each day's joy;
say carpe diem, and enjoy.”
by_Poet
Yes, carpe diem- “seize the day”-
is what those words convey;
to make the most of every chance-
to live life's song and dance.
The years seem long, but time is short
a sin to waste, abort
the life we wish to fill our dreams
which happiness redeems.
Each day that passes is a gift
of space that grants a lift
to form and mold into a prize
great joy before our eyes.
Tomorrow might be whisked away-
so cherish every day,
to live each one through rain or shine;
this gift of life- so fine.
By Poet "Dreams make the world go round. Knowledge can bring it down."
Did you ever have a dream,
one that took your breath away?
Day dreams and night dreams,
make the world go round.
Dreams are what inventions are made of,
creativity and imagination working overtime.
Then knowledge decides to step in,
in with all kinds of facts.
The dream was to fly like a big bird
knowledge had flying just for the birds and not mankind.
What if this dream had died,
what if knowledge had won over.
No airplanes for us,
this dream makes the world go round.
This time knowledge did not pay off,
hooray for us flying everyday.
Are we guardians of what’s right
Of fairness, integrity and zeal,
On our shoulders does truth rest,
With commitment of pure steel.
Is history not a knowing guide
That lights a path for us to see
Where not to stumble, trip or fall,
So that our spirit can roam free?
But that freedom sorely won
Has a price for us to pay,
A moral compass for our deeds
That neither pride nor fame may sway.
We hold the line where others falter,
Democracy’s one sustaining friend,
Neither partial nor capricious,
To others will never to bend.
If the pen vanquishes the sword,
Pick up that pen and write
Words soaked in fact never in fiction,
The very kernel of what’s right!
I dream of dappled light
Falling upon my eager face
Winter at last has taken flight
Perfection of Spring embraced.
Softness permeates joyful breeze
Newfound temperance everywhere
Forest unfurled fresh green leaves
Hellebores flourish over there.
Yellow primrose quite sublime
Lovely bloom in Spring's hedgerow
Bluebells with their silent chime
Dappled light creates mystic glow.
My Winter soul at last appeased
Wherever I look beauty resides
Like a prayer nature's very own creed
Divinity unleashed I am baptised.
Poetry Contest
Chosen Word: Dappled
Sponsored
by:
Constance La France
08/02.2023
Pixabay image: Herbert2512
Kyrielle Sonnet:
AabB, ccbB, ddbB, AB
Inspirational Sonnet
Obsession in fascination.
Love and passionate convictions.
Toward poetry, life and love,
Inspiration comes from above!
I have read all of Langston Hughes,
Writings of comedy and blues.
I will never get enough of,
Inspiration comes from above!
For millions, he is an idol.
Turn a frown into a smile.
My testament, he is beloved.
Inspiration comes from above!
Obsession in fascination,
Inspiration comes from above.
Jared Pickett
12/30/06
Asavvy1
This sonnet is dedicated to one of the more prolific and well known writers of his era.
Langston Hughes, through reading his work I learned, yearned for my shot.. My favorite
poem from Langston Hughes is "Daybreak in Alabama"... If you have never read it, I suggest
you do.
***On a separate note:
I would like to thank everyone on PoetrySoup for taking time out of your day to sit and
read my poetry. It is uplifting reading your comments, I feel at home when I am able to
share my thoughts with you, only to reap the benefits from your wisdom. Again, thank
you.....Respect.......:JP]
Eloy Bida Thank you for the inspiration. You are a blessing.
Spectators of Stardust
By Michelle Morris
09/12/2023
We are spectators of stardust
We are miracles and magic
We are energy and frequency
We are created to be fantastic
We are the Universe's blessings
Our souls roam here for a lifetime or more
We can go from here to eternity
For we exist in every atom
The Universe expands itself forever
And we've got all this time
There's no clock on our existence
For we are infinitely divine
© Michelle Morris, 2023
IG: eloybida artwork:
Spectators of Stardust: We Are the Cosmos Watching Itself.
Art Prints EloyBida.com
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