a mystery
Dumb. criminal and vulgar
Also courageous, we ask ourselves
Why did we find him heroic
when nearly shot
Almost killed by a young man
We are told nothing about
Political killings happen too often
Perhaps re-selection is
That brings us to another murder
that of Charlie Kirk
Something does not add up
The young man accused of the killing
perhaps did not
Those investigating the murder
are confused
Is there another killer on the loose
If so, we are not informed
We can speculate
Once he was an Israeli asset, until
He woke up asking questions
The answers he got were discouraging
They had told him he was property
and do as told
His angry protest got him killed
a female name props up
A moment of glory in the spotlight
Did she know Charles was
doomed
Something was changing one day—
I felt it when a cool breeze blew.
Restless branches danced and swayed
while the world around me grew silent.
With the first touches of rain
I smelled ozone in the air
and in a moment of glory raised my arms.
I embraced the moment as mine alone
but looked for the word to describe how I felt
like the electricity of new love when I was young.
Falling rain whispered through crowns of trees
and spelled a sweltering day
the weight of grief
with the touch of a storm.
O the years I’ve lost.
Lightning danced in dark skies-
I’ve witnesses this scene many times
at different stages in my life.
Thirsty ground took in
what the skies had to offer
so it could live again.
A couple laughed in the downpour
and ran hand-in-hand to their car
as if they were young.
They say when life is on the dearth of faith,
And you know you've then made the growth,
Maybe that's what it means to get.
Strive, strive and let it come,
This is your moment to choose the ultimatum,
One last chance and a one last try,
Take your spirit through the run.
The moment of glory when the world shall see,
What it takes to be called SUCCESS.
This uncompromising Sunday
has agreed to let us enjoy
what is left of a boring day
as we ardently seek the brief presence
of a radiant sunset resembling red clay,
attesting the inevitable evidence.
The purple lilacs and pink tulips gently sway,
nobody listens to the crickets' soothing sounds;
early at sunrise they were inundated by big waves
and torrents of unmerciful rain pelting on the bay.
Every Bayberry and Crape Myrtle shrub has fragrant flowers,
they attract Sandpipers, Snowy Plovers and Monarch Butterflies;
they all feast on them, then they take off with incredible swiftness:
while the tranquil and brilliant sea resounds with various shrills.
I spot from far the noisy seagulls landing on the Church's steeple,
scattering the Gray Catbirds huddled on long cable wires that were
listening to the choir of faithful marching out with glowing smiles,
cherishing their last moment of glory under brilliant September's skies.
This uncompromising Sunday
has agreed to let us enjoy
what is left of a boring day
as we ardently seek the brief presence
of a radiant sunset resembling red clay,
attesting the inevitable evidence.
The purple lilacs and pink tulips gently sway,
nobody listens to the crickets' soothing sounds;
early at sunrise they were inundated by big waves
and torrents of unmerciful rain pelting on the bay.
Every Bayberry and Crape Myrtle shrub has fragrant flowers,
they attract Sandpipers, Snowy Plovers and Monarch Butterflies;
they all feast on them, then they take off with incredible swiftness:
while the tranquil and brilliant sea resounds with various shrills.
I spot from far the noisy seagulls landing on the Church's steeple,
scattering the Gray Catbirds huddled on long cable wires that were
listening to the choir of faithful marching out with glowing smiles,
cherishing their last moment of glory under brilliant September's skies.
Alright, someone erred
Stole a moment of glory
Occupied centre stage
Through means unethical
To which most took umbrage
This is a time for reflection
Do we hesitate to forgive
Instead condemning the soul
Who momentarily went astray
Is not love and light our goal
Let us mindfully gentle touch
In each and every situation
As we leap forward to embrace
Assisting those who faltered
Leaving of past wounds no trace
On stage he struts in sequined costume,
a plume of feathers cocked high on head
A thespian poet of no account is ranting
though his troupe boasts of his skill and talent
But the look of a charlatan paints his face
when he's alone. Heartache he embraces
for he's aware that he's been misleading
himself and his bleeding heart followers,
the extras he casts to applaud his show.
"Bravo! Bravo!"
He paid them to sit in the audience shouting,
and boasting on him while standing in ovation.
They whistle for more, for his unearned encore.
He promises, "I'll support you all one day."
Foolish would-be, presume without a doubt
that he's a man of his word, but that's absurd
for actors such as he never share the limelight
once the spotlight shines on a narcissist's face.
What price does he pay for his moment of glory?
The highest toll is the loss of a soul.
Each bow he takes should give cause for worry
that one day the bird catcher will collect his due.
He'll barter with Satan for being haughtily boastful
for being puffed up with pride, and for his crime
the foolish one must relinquish his soul.
The Echo Of Stars
Galaxies away the echo of stars make her bloom
this rose made of warm inside a heated hand *
Fine tuning her soul to the chime of a thousand crystal pieces
she blasts out and planets resound within her Chalice heart;
Resonating inside her, the peeling bells of Notre- Dame
contain her whole Universe...
Tucked safely inside an IVEAN cloak she lives free
no longer part of this global world.
A star of multiple constellations, she belongs only
to One identifiable light, HIS own.
Evolving endlessly in time she reverberates and rings
entering God's vestibule of heaven without a single sound
Wearing the immortal crown of existence she delves
in, a crowning moment of glory
The mirror shatters in a million tiny pieces and all of truth
arrives, making her whole once again.
“it’s not desire per say but the clinging ~
that stifles soul and stops heart from singing
enlivening silence sets our soul free ~
vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree”
Scintillating lights softly dancing with the moon
dreamy music playing from the halls of our memory
this is your story and this is mine
Tall willowy blades of grass leaning gently towards hills
midnight fantasies that calm our weary minds
this is your place and this is mine
Secrets of lives yet untold beneath the honest stars
each thought becomes a healing bless of joyful rest
this is your moment of glory and also mine
Glide with me towards tomorrow leave behind all sorrow
join the magic of night's journey and come away with me
this is your story, and it is also mine.
With whispered farewells breathed from the fiery lips of The Western Sun, She slips to that dark resting place beyond horizon’s edge as yet another grain falls forever through the glass of time- leaving me spellbound,,, held in trance of passing moment’s beauty and ever mindful of price paid to bear witness of such- for I live not under deception my days are without number.
I cast my thoughts in direction of task yet unfulfilled- living in hope the morrow shall bring more favorable end to such as I take pause to smile in moment of such self indulgence. Still,,,with intent to hurry on my way I find my spirit delightfully brightened by the waking hellos of evening stars and moonlit paths which lead to home.
Peace reigns in it’s moment of glory - suffering no loss in the memories of a well finished day- bringing thoughts of rest, the warm haven of home and glimmer of hope eternal.
J-ust
E-njoy
L-ife
L-etting
Y-ourself
L-ive
U-ntil
M-oment
O-f
G-lory
D-elightfully
A-dds
N-ew
G-race
Topic: Birthday of Jelly D. Lumogdang (July 16)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The magnolia tree on the corner now stands bare
Before the rain it was covered in showy white flowers,
Where honeybees busily gathered for the sweet nectar
It was so lovely all the close neighbors came to stare,
Knowing its moment of glory would be brief this year
Everyone on our street marveled at her beauty there,
Wanting to do everything we could to protect her
So that everyone could enjoy her pleasant bowers,
The magnolia tree on the corner now stands bare.
written July 9, 2021
My body, your desire
My desire, your love
Burn through fire
Flown up above
We lay down there
I was looking at you
On a bed we share
But we were two
Our flesh collides
Seems inseparable
We can feel our insides
As if one in soul
And after that
That moment of glory
You kissed me at the back
Then you set me free
You closed your eyes
You went to sleep
You said goodbye
Under that sheet
I looked at you
With tears flowing
I love you
I was screaming
Inside my head
You were mine
Inside my heart
Please be mine!
I have a (G)eneral (E)ducation (D)iploma.
I also have a body and a mind - a heart and a soul!
I believe those people who state continuing:
"That this will be quite enough to learn true humility and to be of true service, too, with, and for our Creator; and too, with, and for; one another, and too, with, and for all of life."
As they all have the perfect idea of just what life is all about, working towards this effort.
This effort above, being, just why I feel all of these good people were all revered, and; ever so sadly - killed off in the very name of progress - prosperity, power, and for the continuing emptiness, of another's mere, moment, of glory here on Earth standing alone within the very eye's, of Sun.
LOST IN FAME
In a twinkling of an eye,
In a moment of glory
He forget to see the mirror of himself
But live a shadow of himself
Unquestionable he becomes,
Unconquerable he feels,
Uncontrollable he become
Make himself above the gods.
Question the master that taught him,
Challenge them in quest with pride,
Forgetting he was once a servant
To a master.
The four corner winds cries for it downfall
He begins to fall,he never knew.
Bcos he fail to listen.
Oh!how great was his fall.
Blow the trumpet in the city,
And give warning to the sons
Of men.
How great the might has falling,
Bcos he lost himself in moment
Of glory.
BY ANIEMEKA NATHANIEL
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