One cannot deny the Light
Of love
One can hide, reject
Forbid entrance thus presence
Can give love a random face and
Common form
But in splendid reality
Love is specific to each of us
Irreplaceable – no priceless jewel
Approaching such heart-felt
Effulgence – no finely crafted
Instrument with a more enchanting
Voice…
And when tenderly expressed, I love you,
Every fond star and partnered Heaven
Align, and are blissfully immortalized --
Love is creation at its eternal best
Sincerely manifest~ angels sing and God
Rejoices!
"Winter breath flutters to an exhilarating dance on nostalgic moments, giving way to beauty."
Quote by poet
The bursting sun, a flower of gold radiance,
An idle footprint of time. A sweet, warm, healing
Friendship, spiced with the rhythm of nature's affection.
It weaves perfection upon longing hearts and souls.
Brightening the world, toying upon the window.
Spun frozen dewdrops glisten under the sunlight.
A walk in consolation, about hopeful fields,
A rebirth exhalation to marvel and sigh.
Rainbow shimmer of magic grackles and ravens
A perfect partnered dance on naked tree branches.
Leaves in downward whorl upon the latent carpet;
Cheerful, awe-inspiring as squirrels wobble through.
I am a plumber,
CDM is my companies name,
The initials belong to my sons,
They may work with me one day.
I had a LARGE WHITE van,
Before Covid made all of the
Prices lower.
Later I tried to get different work, a variety,
But I partnered with a no- good man,
And I lost it all again.
I had insurance so I kept the house, the family home,
I said to the no-good man-
DON’T WORRY ‘BOUT ME!
Like the words in a song,
You just carry on and I’ll get along.
So here I am now,
I’m working again,
I managed to keep my head up,
And to work through the pain!
7 Nov 2024 8:51 Am
Neither revolving nor evolving this is a stationary war
Not growing but becoming something that was not but is before
Deep thought from within vibrates into word
Word solidified into flesh to vibrate again and be heard
Power beyond measure from thought beyond understanding
Benevolent and terrible infinitely brilliant unconquerable commanding
Imagination exhausted trying to comprehend
Soul torn to peices love comes to mend
Completion is knowledge partnered with understanding
An existence without resistance to true loves demanding
It can not be and was not but is and always will
From eternity to eternity YHWHs I AM to be filled
Red horse beer
Partnered with crispy pork
Plus good companion
Makes jamming good to remember
One lift consumed
Immediately
Let's toss to that
Drink, drink, drink more of that beer
It cleans our rivers
It build our roads, skyways and airports
And build our nation, too.
I give the former partnered portrayals
to the educated minds as their guess.
I take the latter severed betrayals
then divide and conquer as I play chess.
Astrology boards, travel promises,
a Queen amidst Knight's saber sword fighting,
Space Ghost, Klatu, Spock, Vader, Robinsons,
Hollywood's castling Stars, Sci-Fi sighting.
Theology teaches God is divined,
one man, one woman, one watery end.
Prophets, Disciples, Savior of humankind,
Second Coming, Afterlife, we'd Transcend.
Imagine our lives, checkmate--game over,
The Word of God, stalemate--live forever.
A quoted warning tells us, “haste makes waste.”
Perhaps not so- denied by nature's sway.
Life spontaneity survives post-haste;
on this, God-given souls likewise convey.
Our inner selves are fashioned to express
impulsiveness to grasp life and to share.
No time to pause and study, then digress;
must implement its joys with timely care.
So, in-the-moment action follows through
when partnered with the heart to lead the mind;
as when a child gifts dandelions to you-
picked quickly from the lawn with love assigned.
And so, forethought oft kills that magic spell-
which acts of spontaneity impel.
Massing waves drummed offshore
Above them a partnered wind blew
Together they prepared to war
Against what I once knew
The dark and cold green vastness
Carried forward my waterloo
Upon the rocks it did press
Against what I once knew
Then a gray shadowed the land
Coloring my thought of you
And as the waves broke across the sand
They removed all I once knew
I've never been married but I'm a spouse as I'm
partnered with the spirit
These false marriages are underhanded so pay
close attention to discern it
Some things attach because they're desperate to live
through you & what you have
If you look closely it's not adding up but yet & still
it's about the math
Sadly this is where we're at after all the places we could
& should have been
We're engaged in battles without our knowledge but
the truth always fights to win
These soul ties are bound to happen & sometimes the
binds expose their flaws
Before you know it you're caught in the current being
swept away by natural law
Sometimes contracts are signed with disregard to what's
best for you & your inner self
Always take stock before you invest as it will affect your
inner wealth
They move with stealth to throw you off but keep your
balance & walk the line
Beware of false marriages as they cross boundaries as
well as spiritual & legal lines
Some bear false witness telling lies but this was always
how it would go
Eventually the masks will slip to expose the face that
was always meant to show
Pro-Chore Wrestling Series and Extrudeur Pro Products
have hammered out a deal to
have the Pro-Chore Champion
go on tour with there company while they
conveince american homesteaders
to unionize and buy there Products.
They have partnered using Pro wrestling
to speak to the masses about the new
cotton powered batteries and wind turbine
that will revolutionize the world.
the CEO wishes to get Homesteader
to allow corpartions
to build mini apartment buildings on medium sized farms.
buildings with small stores and greenhouses.
they would have brickmaking capiblities and other works
that Produce Product all over the world.
He said if woorst comes to worst.
They will have buildings with infrastructure that will
last well into the next century.
We'll let you Know how it turns out.
Kelp Seaworthy Reports.
Arthur Seymour Sullivan
a favoured operetta manfa
He partnered WS lyric
so popularity was quite quick
Massing waves drummed offshore
Above them a partnered wind blew
Together they prepared to war
Against what I once knew
This dark and cold wet vastness
Brought forth my waterloo
Constrained to but a scant few scribbled lines,
the poet undertakes a daunting task,
and yet within his delicate confines,
infinity lies there if he but asks.
For who can place a limit on his mind
or cordon off the paths where he might tread?
Imagining leaves the banal behind,
finds joy in the uncharted up ahead.
In soaring to the heights or crashing low,
engaging not in solitary flight,
he must be cognizant of where they go,
companions in a fancied, shared delight.
The writer paints in concert with his muse;
the readers each refine in varied hues.
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for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 24 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written on 12/20/2022
Please speak to me of love in gentle tone,
That I may recall her voice in your inflections
Never were her words shrill or monotone,
But sweet like honey-frosted confections,
She spoke to me with love and sincerity
In phrases coming from her introspections.
She and I conversed in contented solidarity
I so miss those times of sharing intentions,
When together we searched for our verity.
And, sometimes, we cast aside conventions
Speaking in intimate terms only we knew
We were our sole-partnered redemptions.
Once again I yearn to hear her words so true.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
Written July 5, 2022
Submitted to "The Meaning of Love" poetry contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Heavens cotton
Woven by divine silk
Effortlessly gliding across ocean blue backgrounds,
As if the daring feat of mid-stratosphere aviation is somehow ordinary.
Oh to fly among the alluring rabbit tails of physics,
My heart cannot be swayed
I need to feel their embrace
I need to know what its like to float in merciful winds of grace.
A wondrous cycle of shape-shifting alchemy,
Forcing life’s properties to suddenly change at levels only microscopes lay witness.
Like bricks laid in pattern,
Together they form a world above our own,
Paradise upon layered planes.
No eyes, mouths, or ears to be seen, spoken, or heard
Yet, forever stocked in beauty are these heavenly forms,
Calling my desire to fly
Convincing me, one day, I may walk a top it’s pristine and partnered surface.
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