Pope Joan and Joan of Arc
Mysterious women
Both known
For their parts
For hundreds of years
Hidden by history
But time would reveal
What some would not let be
Women dressed like men
Having Divine reason
Chosen by God
Each in her season
The Thirteenth and Fourteenth centuries
Is where each lived
Did one know the other
Or was another life lived
Saint Hood and disgrace
Would divide
Their purpose in life
In which the one lied
The other a warrior
Undisguised
Making France what it is
Though a martyr died
History still hides
What men would divide
Why was it disgrace
For a woman in that place
But the two yet different
Are still the same
What they did back then
Has the same name
We now ask the question
Why a Saint and the other a shame
We now look to God
Who has given it a name
I have seen and heard of love in another land!
A voice that made me and my mind feel at peace
So I must make my words come from my heart and lips by taking a stand!
The Destiny is a foreshadowing of our hearts coming to each other in a physical piece
True love begins with communication and continues with communication!
Our minds are floating with thoughts of alignment and deviation!
Even when there is confusion with our words, the love will not fall to miscommunication!
It will only be strengthened though our open faith and appreciation!
The past made us both appreciate one another through deep compassion and love
The future is not said but the present is creating it in a forever bliss!
No one can make us give the other a shove!
The present will not make our future lives become a miss
The taste of honey is only sweet when it is organic and pure
It is organic and pure which is made by the medicine to our heart as a cure!
Ben and Jerry each one of both of them is dumper than the other
Ben and Jerry dump and dumper one of them call the other a sir
His smile caresses my soul in a way that I didn’t know it could be touched. His laugh makes the air that was taken in by my mouth travel through my lungs; teaching me how to breathe again. His presence makes my rapidly pounding heart turn into a gentle lull- as calming as the sound of the wind making the trees dance. His entirety brings me a peace like no other, a sense of stability that I could never begin to comprehend with the way life sweeps me up in its waves; making me unable to stay at the surface for too long. Being with him brings me a certain profoundness I couldn’t begin to describe, and I meet a different version of me for the first time. Calm, delicate, joyful, hopeful, and free; traits found in this new version that could never be found in the original me. Similar to the opening of heavens gates at the last breath to flow from a new angel’s mouth, I greet a me that continues to come alive the more I devote myself to you; a peace that I pray lasts for a lifetime.
He is a writer, I am the reader
He is a fighter, I’m the survivor.
He is a follower, I’m the loner,
He is calmer, I am louder.
He holds his voice for me,
I shout at him freely.
The day he asked me out
Was the day he was freaking out.
How would it feel to be alive
With such a strange vibe?
Having a soulmate opposite to you,
Getting attached to someone who felt so new.
A person who clashed with your view,
Holding on to someone you never knew.
One had boundaries, one was wild,
One was mature, the other—a child.
But before God, there’s nothing to hide,
Some people just can’t walk by your side.
The story changes, it must one day,
When we both finally part our way.
The love was real, the vision was pure,
But the bond we had had no cure.
Like the South and North Pole’s tone,
We were meant to stay distant, and alone.
And this is the end—the destiny we own.
We met in school when we were young,
In crowded halls with chattering tongues.
A fleeting smile, a silent hush,
You were my sweet unspoken crush.
We passed like shadows, shy and fast,
Two hearts not knowing love would last.
The years moved on, we drifted far,
Each lost beneath a different star.
We thought of each other, a long lost chance,
Till fate stepped in and took a stance.
A message and chat turned to meeting, a must,
And the Lonely years, drifted like dust.
Each word was warm, each kiss was new,
But deep inside we always knew.
We spoke of trust, of lessons earned,
And love we thought was lost, returned.
Now soulmates, not just youthful dreams,
Destined to be one, for always it seems,
From twilight through the morning light,
Together is the home that feels just right.
if i read you my poem
silently
will you hear all the
dumb dumb
in between the spaces
where the divine
touchés
amusing you, telling you
to share
what you saw in the dark
believe me
there is always more
and those aficionados
who believe
blindly
that their words belong to them
only
how blessed we are
to be almost
remote
and to spin our wheels
within
and without each other
and yet
we pay each other a debt
as we turn over
Spring seeds of poetry
hand to hand
i’ll digress
while standing on my hands
my fingerprints
in beach sand, in primordial goop,
on the moon and sun,
on everyone
if you read me your poem
silently
i’ll hear all the
dumb dumb
Is it my grief?
That i behold?
That i knoweth ongoing sorrow
Waterless doves?
None other, a city?
Just? As a city dweller?
Dwelling, in mired filth?
Unconquered mime, play!
At once! Be tainting…..
Project at them
Boredom? You wandered…..
Snapdragons (edit)
One is a serpent on the wing, the other a butterfly.
Each belongs to species created from
tissue paper, water, and light.
When half-awake I can hear the droning
of their nocturnal flights,
amber engines rattle cut-glass hangers
as they lift off to carpet bomb our dreams.
Some are more wolf than dragon,
they form packs of loup-garou,
and snap at the heavy-handed
and too fleshy fingered florists.
Those not employed in directing
disbelievers toward dragon lore
retire to flower as urban myths,
their chiffon wings and origami faces
masking many a peppery passion.
one half’s an arc the other a strobe ~ light becomes your coagulant
signals and synapses firing off sparks ~ try open eyes but you can’t
all bound together forming a dream ~ welded to the somnambulant
I'm a woman at war with my vices and virtues.
Kiss of a scandalous deal in the makings of a show telling queen
In the walls within my mind between the American greed and the American gangster
I'm one day away everyday from fighting for the crown of my mothers' land
Let the wind rise above troubled waters to watering wells of replenishing faith
Whilst among the lions of dens from a troubling cure in hope in the longevity of Two lovers one a starling the other a man of honor
We call upon these men and women to be seated in royalty where the
Velvet is radiant as the masterpiece of lyrical war-call to win of the virtues
Of a poet whose throne broke from the weight of it all just to capture new Found territories when the gauntlet lands at the feet of the jousters' to teach die or live By the truth of who the woman at war truly believes to be all in the eyes of others is the fate of every moment in farewell metaphor feeling.
I'm a woman at war with my vices and virtues
By Imran Ahmed
Two Men Stood At Fate’s Gate One Loved Her More Than Stars One Loved Her More Than Light Both Were Ironclad In Devotion,
She Loved Neither Only Her Reflection Her Scent A Spellbinding Elixir Her Voice Honey Laced With Fire Her Presence A Throne She Refused To Share,
One Was A Ghost In Daylight His Love Deeper Than Oceans His Heart A Candle In The Storm Burning Waiting Never Fading,
The Other Was A Master Of The Game Tearing Veils Like Old Paper Turning Love Into A Contract Offering Wings But Holding The Leash,
She Chose The Gilded Road Not Knowing The Thorns Beneath,
One Man Became A Forgotten Verse The Other A Victor Without A Prize,
Who Won A Question Lost In Smoke Love Was The Currency But In The End No One Cashed In.
Here I am..Imperfect Lord..' So many mistakes.' Yet i am
Created in your image.' That must be an eventual stage?
I must consider.' What is holy.? Is it a pure intention.? Or
The deposit on holyness..? I confess i do not know the answer.' I have put myself under judgement in the past.' And i did see or realise a result.' Being informed of your appearance to that pastor.' As a matter of fact two people
The other a man by the name of Adrian Gilbert.. An author
And astronomer.' So I know you wish to be with us.' Yet i
Still have fear Lord.. I overthink.' I do hunger and thirst for
Righteousness.' In my un-righteous state.' I still recall bad
Things..I still have anger and dismissivness.' I know I should not.' Help me overcome this.' I do try to be very carefull in my writing to re flect the truth.' Or as much as
Can be known.' I have tried to remove the delusions of
The world superimposed upon me or us.? That being an
Impersonal address.' So yes Lord i accept you are all knowing.' I accept I need the life only you (have to offer)
I ask to be forever reconciled to you.' Through the blood
Of Jesus your begotton son.' I ask the Holy Spirit be Witness to my wish.'
To my vision; all around some very good poetry, here abounds.'
Many born from 1950s and 60s express thoughts; emotions. That inspire no less!. Who were taught; by those from the
1920s and thirtys..My conjectue? Now on old schools qualitys i
Feel.' I Sense and so will venture. How many realitys caused this
Nomenclature? from a period quite challenging.' Iitself i beleive' I see
A very different manner.? Much more regard; for each other; a homelife
very focused on' by a father and mother, prayer at class
And full cream milk in your glass, fights in the playground
Unill teachers intervened at last; the piggyback rides and climbing trees, algebra caligraohy and math by rote, if you please,
Respect for the elderly was rammed down your throat.' Maybe
All was not perfect.? And i do not gloat! Yet such rich yeilds' From these people, and their ideals' it comes to me' that in all this essence grew; in many nations that their
Wide world knew' as Christendom, am i in error? Or is this all; historically true?
Look, there are two of us in here
One goes with mode of care and share
The other, a living nightmare
Our ego is immersed in fear
It steers us toward needles strife
Yet it is useful for earth life
Our true being holds God’s light dear
Remaining centred in the void
It’s our soul pure and unalloyed
To whose voice do we lend our ear
Lust versus love, we each must choose
It is by free will; no excuse
Let love and light, our life course steer
Ascending through chakras seven
Our direct pathway to heaven
Look, there are two of us in here
Our ego is immersed in fear
Our true being holds God’s light dear
To whose voice do we lend our ear
Let love and light, our life course steer
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