Soft skies of blue and ivory
Circling the planet of light and ebony
Colored eyes enthralled by the cold of the night
Waving lightning mantled by fright
Winds embracing acquiescent bodies so bleak
Unshielded pillars of the strong, not weak
Grounds bracing the faithful with might
Bounds of serenity awaits so light
From His numen all wonders come in piece
Bodies and souls live and die with peace!
Categories:
numen, faith, life, light, seasons,
Form: Imagism
Note to self: In observation where there seems to be nothing there, there is
always air. Even without matter there is something for instance light waves.
The spirit of the Divine in me seeks the Ataraxian mode of living
Although I long for air in my lungs I keep bumping into tables and chairs,
like an old ghost who has forgotten the use of her legs and arms.
The elemental carbon of my living structure is no more matter than
the air I breathe. Through diffusive meditative qualm, I can almost
touch its ether, "my being"
He poured his Numen Spirit long ago inside my stillborn body
where once I was clear sky, today just brain on forceps.
Its when I place my breath in the womb of God that my skeptic nature, ?
to be continued ?
By ?
Categories:
numen, analogy, angel, blessing, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
A dream day in the heaven,
All know we are interest driven.
A rare occasion to happen,
All desires would heighten.
A ray of hope makes the paths lighten,
All preoccupied darkness would restrain.
A divine touch from the numen,
All the fruits of righteousness have ripen.
A zone initially looked forbidden,
All hoped for this to happen.
A protective envelope in the heavy rain,
All feel lucky to have you in this terrain.
A chilling winter and we go insane,
All we do just to sustain,
A survivor between hell and heaven,
All are hearty to welcome the uncertain.
Categories:
numen, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
At water’s edge, this rocky chasm shore.
I am Belisama, numen of lakes and rivers,
or sometimes Brigit of mystic phasm lore.
I am the brightest one, the fiery one who delivers.
To the Romans I am Minerva of wisdom and poetry.
The Christians rebrand me Saint Brigit Kildare.
But it’s my magic Celtic roots that make me visionary.
In each sheeny silver sliver of being, I am there.
Like the Prince of Peace, I am invoked for war.
Warriors gain strength from me on the battlefield.
But my origins betray the bellicose fervor,
my mindful still water core is always unsealed.
The modern multitask brain neglects the lyrical,
but hippocampus allusion recalls the metaphysical.
Categories:
numen, christian, god, memory, myth,
Form: Sonnet
Oh, Holy Spirit such joy in thy numen name,
Amidst a plentiful paraclete of a burning flame…
Stormy skies subdue as you enter with a tame,
Dropping pearls from heaven an almighty acclaim.
White Doves follow your peaceful playful presence,
Cozy comfort in your propelling passionate presents…
Within eyes captivated by your lasting luminescence,
Light of love emanating from a floral fluorescence.
Omnipotent orchestral vibes of the supreme symphony,
Thus the universe prepares for your majestic majesty…
Illuminating portals of faith upon a bewildering brilliancy,
Providing providence throughout our everlasting infinity.
Nov.28.2019
Holy Spirit Poetry
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Categories:
numen, heaven, light, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
We are the story tellers,
Once of nature loving best.
River and mountain lake and forest
Teaming life of air or land.
We loved the wolf, big hearted proud
The stubborn boar reclusive bear.
Each with spirit man endowed them
To tell of knowing natures worth.
Shaman natures laws need master
Herb law, river, the running deer.
The seasons passing they knew them,
Living with all, wild untamed and free.
To share in stories at end of day.
But Abraham this way came stalking,
Telling stories of a jealous god.
Soul giver only to his chosen
Nature shorn, a play thing made
Hidden in mists behind the vale of tears.
Shaman cast anew to be witches,
For knowing natures secret ways.
Cernunnos, Pan, soon turned to devil,
By prelates of numen promising eternal life.
Nature made wicked will loose its value
When souls stand knocking at heavens door.
Fantastical tales are loved the best
When men will argue of dancing
Angels on the heads of pins,
Or flights of fancy to travel the stars.
Categories:
numen, culture, nature,
Form: Free verse
The human antonym
Buddhist, but maleficent
Losing,but triumphant
Home, but astray
Articulate, but nothing to say
Achieving,but no ambition
Trusting, but full of suspicion
Cold hearted, but devoted
Political, but never voted
Lazy, but overworked
Level headed, but berserk
Lacks talent, but a numen
All of the above- a human
Categories:
numen, character, feelings, humanity, i
Form: Couplet
a feather found
a gift not boxed, not wrapped
not double-bow bound
a gift imagined floating
falling leaf-like to the ground
halved by disappearing stem
tapered grey-white, grey-white line
one side an emerald satin shining stem
green paint over black artistically spread
a half with finest soft silk white hem
etched in grey in paralleled line
sent by a Pegasus-like numen
Categories:
numen, nature, spiritual,
Form: Blank verse
Imagination's ingenuity
ushered forth from minds acuity
creations utility which flows fluidly
unhampered by ungracious cruelty
A worm of earth produces role
lower organism such as mole
without the tree provideth air
do we as human dare to care
Nature provides for all on earth
our mutual response to each in worth
despondant are those whom dominate
believing nature to serve which they create
The highest organism we as human
of role and purpose mediate numen
natural cycles clear distinct....
.....must be mindful avoid extinct....
Categories:
numen, life, mystery, nature,
Form: Free verse