Let the loyal love of the Lord, lift you up latterly;
Belief in God binds the blissfully blessed to my bosom.
My merciful mighty Father, has many mellow mystic mansions;
I wouldn't have withheld such wondrous words of wisdom.
I am parting to prepare a plummy paradisiac place for you;
But I will be back to bring you to beauty's birthplace,
And we'll always abide in, abounding and ageless love after.
You naturally know the novel, noble neighborhood I go to now.
John 14: 1-4
Written on June 1, 2020
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Passion Fruit
The harvest is abundant it’s rewards grow plentiful
on my passion tree swinging in stormy feeling desire
Gardening and nurturing words cropping some branches
here and there trimming body and soul in water and rain
A book then and now making love in so many senses
adoring the moon seasons and beaches’ reaches embrace
Six strings on a fretboard bridging the voice of lyrics and
harmonious tunes so far from perfection and yet ever so near
Like with Van Aken’s graft there are so many facets of passion
but plants as good people need kind intentions and practice
My tree was not born with ready made feverish cravings
attached by virtue of paradisiac grapes straight into my mouth
But practice makes if not perfect imperfectly sufficient
and thus the ultimate yield is the passion for passion
17th November 2016
Paradisiac haven with cerulean skies
White cockatoos and blue macaws
Flock between the coconut palms
Resembling celestial paradises
White satin sheets cover the king beds
Red exotic flowers decorate fine vases
Promise to couples romantic nights
Educing hidden passion in the veins
Example For Island Of Fantasy Poetry Contest
6-3-2016
Whatever we feel
no matter where we go
whoever we meet -
there will always be only one!
One being we can turn to
search, journey and find.
We attempt to find spiritual upliftment
in all the wrong places -
places of sordid detail
habitations of celestial fraud.
Only one place to look -
deep inside the temple
which is ours.
We each have our own place of worship -
nurture, cleanse and cherish it
God, Allah, Jehovah -
no matter what name we use for this power
we need to realise one thing:
Paradise only opens to those who truly seek it!
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2014
A suave gaze, woolly texture, embellished its gaiety gesture
The charmeuse moon, perched like a napping heavenly dove,
Clothed by swarms of floating stars, glazing its snowy allure,
Glimpses from immortality’s repose, a peek into celestial treasure trove,
Cashmere sparks chased, encroaching vestiges of darkness’ wilting cover,
Grotesque shades stealthily evanesced, like an absconder jilting a straylover,
Rustling forests fanned their chastity, into earth’s soothed solitude,
Only courting birds would through the soulful stillness intrude.
Fireflies roved like blazing butterflies, mountains gleamed from sparse distance
The night, suitor clad by fleeting flirtations of splashing romance,
Demulcent breaths of pulsating night, inducing like zephyrs opiate,
Fleshless caresses of moistless touch, evoked tranquility tunefully satiate,
Heaven’s graphics, sculptured in mortal picturesque of majesty astral,
Earth at night, an idyllic paradisiac mirror, of vistas ephemeral.
© Maverick Nyambu
Paradisiac isles
Turquoise waters, caressing sands
Tanned undulations, sigh
Paradisiacally
Palawan pleasures unite
.
There is a soft meadow golden
where there now stands oblivion
wild mustangs comb the hard
dry grasses after a long arid winter.
In the distance, wood smoke
from a silent fire that crackles
'neath a hungry touch.
An aubade's warm hand reaches
from the silky horizon to touch love
gently upon her shoulders and roam
the hills, and dusky valleys of the
paradisiac dawn, as it stretches each stone.
...and soothed; by palpable stream;
each bend a lover's nape
endlessly explored by endless wait
to greet the welcome rise again.
Silver stars cross her pure face
Sheded from the sky
Nearly falling from her eyes of twilight
Silver tears of life
Bottoms of hidden sees
Of pure black oblivion
I see the treasure shines
From the dark
Deep and lonely
In silence she reaches her soul
To pull meanings
The darkness will kiss my eyes
And hold me
Those sheds of silver open the doors
Of mercy upon her eyes
Take from me that gift of morning
Paradisiac life
Star glowing fragments of the
Blinding land of beauty
All Sacred waters fall
From the sky
High above me
In silence she reaches her soul
To pull meaning
And pull me much more
The darkness will kiss my eyes
And hold me
To wonder more!
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