Every week, my dearest day
is when my buddies and I partake and play
our regular contest of cards.
What's great about codgers and cards
that would make an old duffer's day
and inspire pensioners to play?
I dunno, but I think I will peacefully play
with these jokers, and cut ups, and cards,
and these goofballs till my dying day.
It's our day - time to play cards - goodbye!
Before the dark of the rainbow flower awakens,
Let me linger right there!
The dream of that rainbow flower—
Let me make my life bloom right there!
In that rainbow flower,
Let my darkness slip away,
And let my hope shine brighter
Than the radiance of the rainbow!
Where death and birth intersect,
At that very moment, in that place of pure vanishing—
Let me touch that rainbow light,
Let me embroider my garments with that rainbow light,
Let me partake in the morning meal
With that rainbow light!
After four years of marriage
I cannot remember my life before
You turned my life around
Showed me life was so much more
Now every memory is of us
Every thought is about you
In everything that I partake
It's a reminder of you
You loved me when I was down
But I never made it to my feet
I was pulling you with me
With my anger and deceit
As you walked away I saw
That you had tears in your eyes
I know it wasn't easy for you
And I had had a million tries
You won't answer your phone
You refuse to talk to me anymore
That hurts my already broken heart
That shattered here on the floor
I wouldn't change a thing
About all our good times at least
But I'd change every argument
And I never would be that beast
Time is a master piece
That requires patience
Time is the allocation given to
Everyone that is born and living
Time is like a pie consisting
Of all manner of ingredients
That includes all in a humans life
Sadness and joy, peace and war,
births and deaths
Riches and poverty
Every one must partake of this
pie of time.
Time is a master piece we must
Partake of it wisely
Before the time allocated to us is
spent.
Flakes of ashes brushed off,
From a face that aches of dust caught,
The departed days go unnoticed from the keyhole it peeks,
The "authority" goes by to sleep, if only it could speak,
Petrified by them, they say,
The ones who doze off through these, hurled with dismay,
Pillars in construction dropped off for hostile strikes to take place,
Harsh bombs, an arm extended in support from the gaze,
But to whom? the offenders who blitzes raids with no sign of ceasing,
To quickly exterminate the problem known as "citizens",
Citizens, the people flourishing in the land, with jobs, future and family,
They have hopes and dreams too, a bright tomorrow that they could relish,
All they wished for was to stay, not to partake in this misery play,
The lost and afraid, the scene unwraps to a brutal display,
I hope the gaze moves onto the ones in fray,
Despicable us, all we can do is pray.
Autumn stirs effervescent dreams awake,
In crisp, cool mornings when light burns
Harbinger of joy that the night will forsake,
As the narrow breath of a prayer turns
Blessing away the past with all its heartbreak,
Arousing the melodies as starlight returns
What love is becoming, is never a mistake,
As leaves fall gently, with prayerful concerns
This is the love that my heart hopes to partake,
Like a psalm of praise, only life’s spirit discerns
The glow - Heaven stay in my heart
My eyes they wander - stars are bright
I walk , God beside me with a breath of air
Seeing with the moonlit hour so light
I thrive in the beauty too of the calm
Mesmerized with a twinkle - I partake
I see opportunity of " I wish I may - I wish
I might"
And that very calm in mind I then wake
In my dream the wind it may chatter
Blinking in the night - that presumed those beauties
Chills my bones - deep way inside
With self pride of cultivation with Bootes
Shine on to me my little stars up above
And keeping God in my path to then stay
put
I'll always remember it in my very soul
Bright be they may and negative vibes then caput.
" I wish that I may and wish that I might "
Have the loving stars in my head at night.
The extended hand was soon retracted,
signalling perhaps that it is not time,
in life’s lucid dream being enacted,
which caused no tremor in heart’s bliss beat chime,
dancing in moonlight, conjuring a rhyme.
We are the void, to outcomes nonchalant,
presence free from taint and immune to taunt.
Be this as it may, we may pause to ask,
the aim to continue this game inane,
yet there is learning even when we bask
in warm sunlight or while watching the rain,
bliss caress freeing us from ego’s chain,
in a dance of delight in slow motion,
as we partake of love’s magic potion.
Vibrance of our emptiness has no name,
since our true being has no location,
there now remaining no tempests to tame
and since we are here on a vacation,
flirting with dream forms is our vocation.
We swim in the sea without getting wet;
that we’re living light, we never forget.
An elder berry said to one who was blue
“My lad, is there something you rue’
The youngster replied, “I haven’t a clue”
“Let us partake of this here rabbit stew
‘Capital idea,’ thus Sir Elderberry,
‘I hear tell it’s an excellent brew.’
“That’s the whole problem,” replied ‘Mr. Blue’
“I’m only 12, too young to drink, Elderberry ~ unlike you
344.
The Earth of Danaya
Oh Sanggre Danaya, Keeper of the Jewel of Earth
Mark unto me the hope of death & birth
Death of lawlessness & corruption
Birth of a Utopian civilization
Plant in me the true hope of Adamya
To march on with a glistening insignia
Just like the earth of life – oh grant me a yard
Of perpetual blessings like an Elysian orchard
Being the youngest Sanggre of an enchanted land
Your youthfulness puts the future at hand
The fruit of your labor – oh let me partake
While I am alive don't let it forsake!
-02/26/2015
(Dumarao)
*Superhero Collection
The sunset left bright colors,
and by-and-by
cerulean and crimson layers wove
designs that blazed beneath
the moonlit sky
and spread a fiery glow
upon their cove.
On the placid lake
the mirrored colors
reflected all the beauty
of this night, and with such splendor,
lovers would partake
and stir their fire
beneath night's sky delight.
Her porcelain, smooth
ivory face glowed
against her sable-brown,
long, silky hair.
The ash of roses on
her cheeks soon showed
the smoke and heat of passion in the air.
And midnight romance led
their hearts to twine
by the beauty of sweet nature's hand,
and enjoyed their rhapsody
of love divine
with blazing hearts
upon this night so grand.
As the sun awakens over the trees
Its beauty shineth upon the jagged sharp rocks lay upon the dry path thirsty for salvation.
Birds too are perched upon a sole tree branch of no leaves to give it color in thus time of spring..no songs of joy no blue skies above as the time of spiritual dryness is upon me.
As I look upon the water of healing, as the rocks are transformed by the rivers current shaping their jagged sides, the birds are beginning to sing, Heavens skies have opened up, a steady sunshine shower soaks us in HIS repentance of GRACE..
As I look up,
A lone eagle has landed in the tree, seeking a resting place as to partake in the feast only GOD can provide, a pike fish sacrificed itself as to feed HIS creatures, as too my SOUL is renewed.
My feet I soak in Christ running brook, for it was by Jesus blood and water that we HIS children must drink and HIS body to live with HIM for eternity..
My life is not mine but For HIM.. I love you Jesus with all my heart.
I deny myself as to carry my Cross and follow YOU.
Consent equals dissent,
Into another's intent,
A message sent inside,
Directing the ride,
Having to coincide,
With who chooses rules,
Fools to a false Idea,
Deciding to follow their guide,
Getting you to pick a side,
Dividing you from God,
Trotting on others beliefs,
For some personal relief,
Easing their own grief,
A thief wouldn't be able,
To have a seat at the table,
A fable when tested,
Arrested development,
Eloquent dialogue specialists,
Listing all the guidelines,
Refining your inner mind,
Into their Confined ideas,
Designed to keep you coming back,
It will put you back on track,
Then smack you with the past,
Alas you'll never pass,
They have a class you can take,
Partake in their wine,
It's blood from the Divine,
Find value in their bread,
It's the body of the dead,
Said to heal you from a sin,
If you take it again and again,
All are welcome in,
If they take their medicine.
There was a polite society, in so many lands..It was regulated by capable hands
Sober people, would meet and discuss; at
Walks in the park.? Horse shows and such
Healthy larks..And there was that aspiration to rise even higher, maybe to a
Royal castle.? Where you might partake.!!!
Of an almost (holy fire?) Through rose tinted glasses some perhaps almost swooned at the thought.' Where all would be..? Almost perfection.! Only the best did
There resort.' Although there indeed were
Dungeons deep in their bowls they were mere relic's of past depravity..The betters had escaped all that now.' Here there would be awards given.' Amidst sighs of
Chiffon ans silks.' You could support wars
That spread democracy.? My how the imagination could be caught.' Up up up.!!!
Yet out all around , honest working people were being taxed into the ground.' While The climate god was fete'd..And damaged veterans took to tents, un-holy acts were being done its beyond sane Christian invent...'
My Godmother
My Godmother,
Francis Valleria Payge,
As benevolent a woman
you could ever meet,
Shared a bond with my dear
and precious mother,
One that would also bring great
meaning to me.
For my mother to allow her
to partake in my naming,
Spoke volumes of their
friendship and love,
She became my mother's
sister in Christ
With a bond as strong
as kindred blood,
They named me Sylvia Vonciel,
meaning both Forrest and Sky,
Child of Heaven, and
child of Earth,
Woman of sorrows sown
in earthly tears,
for the reaping of Heaven's mirth.
As a young girl she was proud,
of everything I'd make and do,
From my drawings and readings,
to poetry and art,
And as a woman, my endeavors
and dreams to pursue.
Instilling faith from the very start.
Like an angel in disguise, her
kindness and love,
Was a love and kindness felt rom
God's own heart.
Strong in the faith, still to this day yet,
Inspiring me to be the best that I can be, with the godly examples she always set.
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