Holy Cherubim
Please Take me home with you
I'm told you're from the land of His Majesty
I'm lost finding my way into the heavens
Would you consider me-
A vessel of holiness in due time
Who I am today is a victim of circumstance
My steadfast conscience keeps belief alive
I do dare hope in tomorrows salvation
This is my only humble confession
Give me breath, give me life, give me freedom
I'm duped by a world of expectations
"Teach me patience,
Teach me reverence
Teach me adherence"
To keep faith active and submissive
Amen
Surviving_Pawn
From Mazagon docks
On Bombay's shores
He sailed to Mombasa
Overland to Kampala
From one colonial hub
To the Pearl of Africa
The source of the Nile
The end of the railway
Moved by imperialism
In service of His Majesty
Using accounting skills
He toiled diligently
Empire worked efficiently
Extracting wealth quietly
Using agency of his ilk
Dividing and ruling
A good learner was he
Risk taker: entrepreneur
Started trading; thrived
Built a house; believed
The clock was ticking
World War 2, tolled
"Independence" came
He retired to Marna
Watched from afar
As it came apart
Protectorate to confusion
Kabaka and Prime Minister
He passed at repast
With grandchildren
It was no jest; gone
At rest in the village
His manses to decay
Wealth to scatter
Descendants aplenty
None like him
~
While moonbeams dance 'pon midnight skies
she calls the echoes friend
Midst evergreens and fireflies
as cattail whispers send
Sweet thoughts of joy, a soft confess,
melodic 'fore the breeze
Where lyrics float like dandelion,
adrift among the trees
She rides atop a hummingbird,
it's feathers emerald green
Beneath a starlit canopy,
a cosmic glowing scene
She brings the spring, awaited long,
as winter bids farewell
Like harmonies, the sweetest song,
when gardens feel her spell
While buds anew, now wake from sleep,
be gone such clouded gloom
Each sunny greeting, comes to reap,
their fragrant April bloom
And Jasimine o'er the arbor crawls,
such beauty born the eyes
'long river beds and cascade falls
and crimson butterflies
lo' bluest skies of azure bliss
and dew drops on the lawn
The sunrise sends its gentle kiss,
in tangerine this dawn
So, rise from bed, no longer lay,
make haste, you're sure to see
The glory in each April day,
a springtime majesty
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At dawn, the peacock unfolds his ocellated fan~
a tail with a thousand spots blinking open,
each iris a universe spun
from sapphire and jade.
He’s a venerable avian creature
who once danced on temple steps
where Krishna’s flute still trills,
and Saraswati’s forgotten wisdom
clings to his quills.
Christians once buried mosaics
with his likeness, a thousand eyes
staring up from catacomb walls,
each plume a scripture~a symbolic
promise of resurrection:
this body is not the end.
I watch him parade through
dawn’s sunlight, untouched,
his peacock’s tail
dragging stars behind him
like a bridal veil.
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From ancient roots, life surges through his veins
to feed the Lord of Sequoia fame.
Bursting through clouds with arms raised to God,
he honors his Maker who seeded him in sod.
Awestruck men gawk in wondrous delight,
their eyes fixed upon this marvel of might.
Storms rage through woods, seeking timber to slay—
a fruitless endeavor, for the General won’t sway.
His Majesty in the sunrise
in the waves of the sea
In the majestic relationship
between you and me
In 1959 when I was nearly ten
HRH the Queen Mother was in Kenya
and to an engagement on the way
with no escort whatsoever
in a black Humber Pullman Landaulet
my Mum and I who were the only two
on Forest Road (now Uhuru Hwy)
standing at the end of the drive
waiting by the Nairobi roadside
for Her Majesty to arrive
soon she came and leaning forward
tapping the chauffeur on the shoulder
to see our front garden she bid him stop
and admired in wonder the colourful three
bougainvillea which had climbed to the top
of a very tall silver birch tree
cascading like a waterfall in a riot of colour
then personally to me Elizabeth gave
(a treasured memory in 2024 at 74)
while gazing at our amazing floral display
a smile and the world-renowned Royal Wave
A wink from the sun woke me at dawn.
I yawned, lazily stretched and smiled as
I felt the gentle touch of his warm fingers.
With golden majesty, he rose in the sky,
greeting the morning with his usual flair.
I hear the stars in the sky
that others cannot see
I see patterns in the sounds
that play just for Thee
Melodies untouched
heaven's harmonies
Bursts forth the Sun
divine majesty
Majesty Of Mountain
The mountains that never sleeps
In the midst of the dreams
I dreamt of it majestic will
Right on the mountaintop
Riding through the pains of life
Unbothered yet in flames of fire
My soul is burdened by deep desire
While the yellow flowers of the field
Express their beauty carefeee
And mountains protective spring
I heard a sound of the immovable mover
Who says one who loves all loves all
And one who walks the way will never be broken
Time Passes Yet Eternal Is Always
Majestic mountains that held their view
Guided me home and made in safety and truth
I love her chuckles have me buckling at the knees thought about you spill from my mouth like a water fall at night filled with blessed waters given by spring and the winds beneath its gloriousness diamonds dancing on the water reminds me of her personality I'm rich beyond measure loving you is such pleasure your steps are large in value voice bouncing off my ear drums pure love follows its tune your heart exumes the wounds on my stained shield embracing the fruit like melody that ooz from her spores rejuvenated dead skin on my head polishing such crown upon me rays of new lights shine in her glory the aspiration of entensions not shaded your majesty
12/27/2023
Your sleeping eyes open, ever so slowly.
with joy, realizing you’re blessed with
another day!
Under an emerald blanket, light, warm
lovely.
Yes, you plan to make life better for all
in everyway!
Not just for you, my how selfish that truly
would be!
You want to leave a good footprint and pathway
forever for all humanity.
Nobody can hear those prayers of genuine
thankfulness, you, so softly whispered.
Only God, and the morning’s mist that embraces
your morning love, for humanity, in gentle words.
The morning mist, lifts, like a ballerina with infinite,
lithe grace.
On frozen tree branches, cardinals hearken, those
lovely, red birds.
Leaving the morning sun, to bless your, truest of hearts,
shining upon your blessed, gentle, serene face.
A winged mermaid blossoms,
awash with marine snow ~
Poseidon's ocean-pearl,
breathing jasmine sirens
as iced eyelashes curl...
A winged mermaid blossoms,
when fish-angels ache for
arctic apricity,
and glacial nymphs carve a
cruel felicity...
A winged mermaid blossoms,
as strawberry conch shells,
drape the neon sea-star ~
my minty sun trembles,
and sheds its sherbet scar...
A winged mermaid blossoms,
hearts of manta rays swath
with love's ivory rose -
unfurling aqua kins,
that ruby thorns unfroze...
Year-round we poets are inspired
to use our pens to praise the seasons,
striving to capture Nature's majesty.
All Creation reflects God's majesty.
Paintings, sculptures, and lyrics are inspired
by the myriad beauties of the seasons.
While some utilize pen or clay to laud the seasons
or the brush to manifest awe of Nature's majesty,
others simply smile and sigh when they are inspired.
Daily, I am inspired by the seasons' majesty.
Autumn's colors dance in the dawn's light,
A symphony of red, orange, and gold, so bright.
The leaves, they fall, like nature's own delight,
Gently drifting down, with a soft, sweet flight.
Barren branches stretch towards the sky,
Their limbs, now bare, reaching high.
The dried leaves crunch beneath our feet,
As winter's chill begins to seep.
The new light dawns, with a crisp, clean glow,
Bringing forth the winter's snow.
The autumn leaves, they fall so fast,
As winter's icy grip will last.
But for now, let us bask in the glory,
Of autumn's colors, so bright and bold.
Let us revel in the beauty of the season,
As the leaves fall, and the winter's cold.
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