Your soul is a song,
Chorusing numerously.
Your many lives but a melody,
Resounding in your mind.
Your soul, a channeling
Of the sound of eternity.
Your soul is music,
So finely tuned.
Your soul is a song,
Filling this world of a room.
Categories:
numerously, extended metaphor, philosophy, religious,
Form: Free verse
I am a land called, “America”.
I am called, “Educated”;
a “Super Power”,
but, I don’t feel “Super” or “Powerful”…
I am drained.
I wear the scars of human nature;
ignorance and greed.
I wear the scarlet blemishes of my own children;
Chinese, Irish, Native American, Jewish, Indian;
of everyone who ever crossed my soil or
were birthed in my womb.
I was built on the backs of slaves and the poor,
with materials dug from mines by immigrants.
People have traveled far to create me;
to imprint their blood and sweat on my body.
I was stolen from my first children
and forced upon others.
To some I am given, but, I wear the scars
of all species suffering and
abuses too numerously hideous to count.
My scars are not biodegradable;
they will not go away or be dissolved;
shredded or pulverized, but,
they can change, be transformed.
Humans created them,
only humans can heal them
but, will they?
Categories:
numerously, america, appreciation, conflict, corruption,
Form: Free verse
Death
Horrible to think loss of life
Once taking birth in beautiful earth
Why think of lose gift of life!
Studied being one sided and
Trying to forget project of terrible death
Why so hard not to crack
Through power of knowledge
While I see flying of jetliner in sky
Man can do progress in all respect
Nature has provided capability
To bring change and to capture range
Still poor to open mystery of death
While I muse at the way people die
In womb of the mother further numerously
Strong death sieges why separately!
Give me light O nature if you have pity
No one want to wash hand from beautiful life
Death is powerful having no alternate
To escape from it not mentions in history
A belief in heart rises so scaling kinds
What is the difference between death and life!
Reason to reason person to person
Culture to culture and far from region
Society values according to customs
Though the capture of death seems
Abide by theory of perfect
Death is a must powerful bliss
While one die only can believe
So need to think before death
Live peaceful life making all smile.
Categories:
numerously, life, light, longing,
Form: Blank verse
The time has come today where the lost sheep make their way
Stuck amongst the decay not even knowing, there in it they lay
That time has come today as you follow amongst that lost herd
The time has come to pray and in so start reading His Word
The signs so numerously abound and so nor could one ignore
Woe to those who aren't found, you know not what is in store
But hold your tongue and be mindful of whatsoever you think
On what is your future hung because it will be here in a blink
Sugar coating has no place here, for such a great Love awaits
He will give you vision that's clear, something satan just hates
he is just looking for his little chance to seal all of "your" fates
Knowing Jesus gets you to the Big Dance in cleaning all our slates
Doubters, seek what He has said of you and of sinners like me
Without His Grace all sin comes due for only He can set you free
For man is a fool and not very wise for clearly this you can see
As the next time you open your eyes this life may no longer be
Categories:
numerously, confusion, grave, lost,
Form: Rhyme
It began with a single flake of snow
That fell upon my brow so gently down.
Almost imperceptible, ever so
Subtle and never making any sound.
I love these silent tiny crystalline
Flakes that now are falling numerously
In front of grateful eyes at wintertime.
I extend my open hand graciously
And welcome these white virgins from heaven
That have clung to me so effortlessly.
Their prodigious numbers against my skin
Benumb my hand homogeneously.
I stand alone in winters fading fling
Holding these virgins while thinking of Spring.
Categories:
numerously, seasons
Form: Sonnet
Where are your upstairs friends?
The coffee break girls;
Credit card tight,
Newly coifed,
Numerously heeled
And
Playing a little material bridge.
Where are the elevator girls?
Those check booked cynical
Fifteen minute friends.
The boss kissers;
Union mothered now
Skipping rope in third grade circles.
Are you still upstairs big time,
Afraid of that ground floor?
Tight backed
polished bags.
Billing friends;
Lonely little time certificates.
Where are all your front desk pals;
Weekday girl scouts?
Locker liquor safe.
Ladies room tokers.
Sold out till Friday,
Crying on the phone till dawn.
I saw you through that upstairs window
Waving paper children.
Tuesdays friend.
Sundays weeper.
Watched, clocked and counted;
Moving to the sound of silver.
Categories:
numerously, friendship, on work and
Form: I do not know?
"The Parnassian Hand" - A Poem by David Hart
Five fingers hover over black print
Apposed on a white sheet.
Tan flesh, short cropped nails and
Overlapping cuticles--an old hand--
A buxom hand--a hand delighted to treat.
Words, numerously luxuriate on holey
Crimpled sheets.
Words astonishing and boon
Words effulgent and true
To arrange? No. Avast!
Now pondering in this hushed room
Gazing athwart still and attent.
Ahoy to the words!
An august phrase for rent.
Words awhirl or bedizended
Words behooved and apt
Words echt and moiling
Aye, perhaps diamonds of fact.
Five fingers hover over print in black
Print regaled and caressed by an
Amorous attack
Categories:
numerously, art,
Form: Blank verse