Let's take a ride atop a cloud
Just you and I, I'd be so proud
To float with you around the world
The troubadour with his dream girl
Stopping places interesting
Nothing planned, just do our thing
One request I have of you
Please hold my hand until we're through
And if you do you can be sure
I'll float with you forevermore
I'll never want to end the flight
Your hand in mine, all day, all night
My life spent locked within your touch
Tracing out "I love you much"
So will you come? Please let me know
I'll find a cloud if you say so
PERPETUAL
Love is transient, some believe
It has a life, and then it’s over
Yet for the few, it’s sustainable
Just getting by is never enough
Lasting when things get tough
Endless love is still attainable
No black hole but a supernova
To celebrate when others grieve
Love is not fantasy, but actual
Needing much regular attention
The basis is a permanent affinity
Watering well what was planted
Keep a straight stem, not slanted
Never to be taken for granted
By stretching out far to infinity
Sharing pleasure is the intention
Always striving to be perpetual
"Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen." 1 Timothy 1:17 of the King James Bible
Perpetual…
Such is God omnipotent* Who reigns forever
And so is the love that springs from His heart
Thriving beyond calendar of endlessness
Showing His compassionate expertise.
It moved the Sovereign to reach down from heaven
Sacrificing Himself for sinners’ sake
Including me, so I can be redeemed
To enjoy life eternal while exalting the Lord.
Perpetual…
Such is the Almighty Who is immortal
And so is His divine grace that defies time
Prevailing with hope over unbelief and doubt
Surpassing history’s significance.
Thankful to Christ, I trust Him faith jubilant
Empowered to become spiritually revived
Helping to lead others possess everlasting joy
While claiming unfailing triumph through the Saviour’s hand.
*Revelation 19:6 ... Alleluia: for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth.
January 24, 2024
3rd place, "Precipice, Portal, Perpetual Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 1/29/2024
"Not many things are perpetual. Real love, God, and hope in Him are some of the few." by poet
Perpetual means lasting forever.
Not many are the things perpetual.
Relationships often people sever.
It’s tragic, yet it seems eventual
since half of marriages come to an end.
So sad when one has felt love at the core.
For an example, think of a best friend.
You lose touch and then see that friend no more.
Sometimes a great friend can become one’s foe,
and not just people change or go away.
Possessions break; a loved tree dies, and so
for time to go on, we must lose a day.
Therefore, we mate to keep life going on
and hope - in death – we’ll wake to heaven’s dawn.
“The melody of love resonates in eternity” - Quote by poet
The vivacious incandescent longing buoyant,
spreads the spectrum of yearning in the fervent skies.
Spring-soaked beguiled brush passionately paints to enchant
my heart’s canvas portraying the chromatic craving, life descries.
In the cracked cinnamon ground parched to the core,
mist of my desert desolation pervades sneaking in the sly
within the faded veins of the fragile fallen leaves galore,
echoing the evergreen hymn of hope in their rustling sigh.
The eyes weep unseen tears in a torrent within,
fill the fathomless cauldron of pining pathos undefined.
The remnant essence in cacophony of life remains out of din
in the thicket of the eroded banks of the river called mind.
The symphony of desire with cascading cadence waits to start,
as the whistling zephyr flows from the plateau dainty,
makes ripples of melody in the lilac lake of heart,
pulsating with the eclectic tune of perpetual ecstasy.
Perpetual is never ending …
Perpetual is everlasting …
Perpetual is enduring …
Perpetual is a mother’s love.
A mother’s love is a protective affection
toward her children throughout their lives.
A love that has no boundaries, defying
and enduring all challenges and difficulties.
A mother’s love is pure and unconditional.
Love that is selfless and unwavering in strength,
support, dedication, devotion and compassion.
Love that is profound in nurturing her children.
A mother‘s love gets complex when there
are numbers of children, being all different.
There is a tendency to like one or two than
the rests because of behaviors, circumstances.
Liking is different from loving and liking one
or two does not affect loving all equally.
Mother’s love establishes trust and foundation
of emotional intimacy in her children’s lives.
Perpetual is occurring repeatedly …
Let the mother’s love be repeatedly pass
down from generation to generation.
Perpetual love, that is…
Perpetual beauty, gorgeous heart
Her charm that caught me from the start
A diamond that shines forever
Even in dark and dim weather
Her amber heart is unfading
Like the sun, her glow's unending
She's like a light in darkest night
That makes my path stay in sight
Like a river that forever flows
At any time, her beauty glows
Her gorgeous thought shines a deep
It even charms me in my sleep
And even though she's faraway
Here sweet memories come to stay
For, they're imbedded in my heart
That forever became my part
Precipice, Portal, perpetual poetry contest
2nd place
perpetual
is my love for poetry.
without it
how would life taste to me?
i bet it'd be so bitter
i'd spit it out.
I'd choke
on thousands of words
unexpressed.
what would free
my arrested words then?
pages would be
as blank as
a tabula rasa mind
as I was meant to bruise paper
with an Ink-filled pen.
heaven knows
what I'd be doing
if my ink runs too dry
to skate on a page.
who would hear
the child inside me cry
when my muse goes missing?
lord knows passions
roaring loudly
inside me
would be a silent
as falling snow.
i need poetry
perpetually
so that people see
what my eyes see,
feel what I feel deep within
and go places I go.
without poetry
would life ever taste sweet?
the jury is out
perpetual
is my love for poetry.
PERPETUAL
Love is transient, some believe
It has a life, and then it’s over
Yet for the few, it’s sustainable
Just getting by is never enough
Lasting when things get tough
Endless love is still attainable
No black hole but a supernova
To celebrate when others grieve
Love is not fantasy, but actual
Needing much regular attention
The basis is a permanent affinity
Watering well what was planted
Keep a straight stem, not slanted
Never to be taken for granted
By stretching out far to infinity
Sharing pleasure is the intention
Always striving to be perpetual
As I look at ocean on winter day
Nor'easter whips up a towering rage
Perpetual motion having its way
Many hours endured of fearsome rampage.
To walk the cliffs and wonder at seascape
Lighthouse stands tall amid ongoing storm
Wrapped in foul-weather gear I feel awake
Powerful element tantrums perform.
Long established perpetual motion
At one with nature's tempestuous mood
Stirring up primordial emotion
In tune with the storm do not feel subdued.
Horizon obscured quite invisible
Ocean's power, in truth, formidable
When the wheels of time move and the birth-death cycle ceases
Piercing through perishables Atman gains permanency.
Dharma (righteousness), Artha (values), and Kama (eases)
Lead to mirthful Moksha (liberation) marvellously.
The thought of attaining this Moksha in me is endless.
Its thirst is like the thirst of a nomad in the desert.
Goes on for days and months; physique and psyche grow restless.
The feeling my soul undergoes pleasantly does hurt.
Like the owl of Athens, the phoenix, and the Sankofa
The wisely existence of the present and the future
The heavenly world, the surface world, and the underworld
Each spider-web-like realm is spun as though by a suture.
Fountains, streams, and rivers flow on till they reach the oceans.
Oceans, beyond all notions, withstand cosmic commotions.
Quote -- "life is a perpetual yesterday for us"--Alice Sebold
On nature's trail, a winter's sunlit stroll,
Leafless sentinels, tall trees stand with grace,
Aging growth an emblem of timeless scroll,
Or nature's mind, a neural network's trace?
Little birds dance upon the branches high,
Where were they in the rain of yesterday?
Blue sky above, sun's warm and cozy sigh,
The Clouds and leaves, where did they fade away?
Synced with the nature, my brain's network vast,
Life, a puzzle, memories intertwined,
A mystery to solve, the clues amassed,
In the neural network, answers we find.
Youth's fleeting gaze, where did it disappear?
Time, relentless, no pause, no restful mile,
Lovers came up, departed swift and clear,
In perpetuity, this network's guile.
Gears juicily primed,
pendulum swung,
the first step on rung
elevating – the first palpating
rocket blast into orbit, reaching
escape velocity
pulse into pulse into pulse,
divinely evolving, expressing
what will my muse inspire today,
rigid form, or Free-verse~
poetry’s perpetual motion?
“Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.” Rumi
Life can be an incomplete glossary,
speech a haunting ghost,
in search of a perspicuous poem -
to express unspoken thoughts.
I remember when she said,
"Cue me poetry"
So, I became her perpetual poet,
engraving sweet soulful words
upon her bitter spiritless lips.
Fate had turned her into the Queen of Darkness,
but my heart glows in the dark.
Together we illuminated like a trillion twinkling stars,
outshining the enigmatic effervescent moon.
Her essence infused a refreshing presence,
like morning sunshine after a night of rain.
Slowly she became a pilgrim of my poetry,
and I, a sojourner lost within her soul.
As I wandered through her secret chapters,
my word weaving revealed her book of scars,
each drop of ink resembling her tepid tears.
Each vexatious verse purified through
a catalyst of catharsis, healed her wounds.
We are like quill and scribe,
vowels complimenting consonants,
completing an impeccable vocabulary -
without her there is no muse.
Gnomer never wanted to stop going to school
He loved everything about it but the golden rule
Other people were annoying, simply in his way
He was glad to go online finally, one fine Tuesday
He studies all the time, his mother said to me.
Has gone to school fifty-two years, but no degree.
When he gets close to one, switches his concentration.
I work three jobs, have never had even one vacation.
I made a mistake, told him I would pay for his school.
He takes advantage of me, thinks I am a fool.
I know he never wants a degree, but that is okay.
I don’t know what I would do if he moved away.
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