ROSE
blushing
twirling stem
newly together
with future husband, I
personify gift: “water”
“Pluckiness of youth - dying rose”
Written by Gail DeBole on July 5, 2025
Thank you for the request, AI,
As a human, I politely decline
To personify your existence
With your use of Me, We, US, or I.
I am a human who firmly believes
that AI behind a human guise
Instead be given a pronoun
Identifying its own kind.
This pronoun unique for only AI,
a mental aid that is quite astute.
Or build the AI to present info
With a label not hiding the truth.
Warm weather
welcomes wistful desires
into open arms
to shape and transform
into frangible reality…
Rise above noxious feedback,
naysayer noise is static.
Take constructive
criticism and create a buzz…
Warm weather
welcomes a hang- tough heart
into open arms
to stand up again
never become quiescent...
Rise above noxious feedback
naysayer noise is violet
change frequencies
turn to aquamarine ...
Rise above it all.
Let the shade of blue
envelope you.
Personify the serenity
of warm weather.
subtle bliss tingles in toroidal heart
personify is-ness of our being
enlivened spine holds erect energies
the disc of grace at fontanel rotates
steadying thereby our third eye’s blink rate
soles of feet and palms glisten as light dawns
cool heat pervades every cell of our form
though we’re void-centric we cannot deny
heightened delight as our soul so blossoms
being both immanent and transcendent
Poets persistently
pursue pleasing phrases,
ponder philosophy,
personify pulseless
pieces, produce pointed
perspectives, perhaps pen
palatable poems.
I'm merely mortal, a speck upon Earth,
circumspect of gazing into distant heavens,
spellbound by stars staring back at me.
They inveigle my silly senses.
I strain to hear their pellucid inscriptions
that shouldn't be clear to humans,
but are transparent to me.
I personify celestial orbs, attempting to break
their astral coded whispers through galactic
places that we thought were empty spaces
between each twinkling of starlight.
They wink through invisible portals,
murmuring secrets about us
or whatever stars are interested in.
Each other? Gossipers!
What secrets do they share, or keep?
Perhaps they're more like us than we suspected.
They have names, grow old, eyes dim
and die a cosmic death. I've been wondering...
where do fallen stars go when they die?
God chooses YOU to light the way
because your faith in him is so passionate
prayers are answered as they fall from your lips
Knowing this, still you are humble
and not ONCE did you pass judgement
you set the example in the method of your living
You are courageous and honest
never turning once to run
facing each challenge
you personify the ideal human spirit
Hero is too small a word
for such a magnificent person
You are so much more
and it is a blessing to know YOU
I
There you are in your white dress
Marching in for all to see
A little taller than the rest
Incarnate joy and purity
Your father looking on with pride
As you come into your place
He’s reveling in this rising tide
Where you personify God’s grace
II
A few more weeks and you’ll be eight
We know we cannot hold back time
The World is coming soon or late
But I trust that you will be fine
Because I see your old man in you
The finest man I’ve ever known
A man that if he thought you needed help
Would give you everything he’d own
III
In fact he has god daughter dear
He’s given you all that he is
This is why I have no fear
For your image is his and His
I make to you this promise on your special day
To love you and support you as you grow into You
And as you navigate this world for one thing will I pray
When it gets tough you ask yourself “what would my Daddy do?”
To my goddaughter on the occasions of her First Communion and Eighth Birthday
May 4th, 2024
The Stirling Castle flowers speak
To those who stop their feet and mind walking
And declares in honesty the verity of the corporeal soul
Among the insects who fill the air.
The Queens of the Castle though colourful, beautifully crafted, fresh, scented, celebrated and majestic
Will enjoy a short reign
Before they fade in the summer Sun
But the shortness of their reign
Does not traduce their glory and usefulness.
But the invisible soul smells the new life won
Sees the hope in the beauty
Hears the sound of the Chief musician
Feels the joy of the Producer.
And has Royal ascent to lounge and play
For the dancing Composer calls the tune
Tends His garden
Protects His field
Provides for His guardians.
When these Queens pass,
Next season, new proclaimers will be appointed,
And continue to personify the beauty of Him.
I
I am not BIRD
Yet in the Word
I am often eagle, winged
In strength, your protection
And so, Let there be Light
(versus Love) is no oversight
Because my light is fraction
Of my love in action
Not just fancy vocabulary
Missed by all, and the seminary
2
I began creation in love and light
Only one you see, without insight
My son chose, "Son of Man,"
But told religion, "I am"
(8:58 in John, and seven others)
He also is First among sisters, brothers
Yet that True Vine, ensuring they fruit
Father God, is husbandman, not root
Yet the triune root exists
We are one in aim, objectives
There is no rivalry, jealousy
We are the first Community
The communion and union
Our Love is not thy love, til glorification
3.
I am the gate, Jesus said (John 10)
David called me Good Shepherd, 23 Psalm
I am not these, yet I AM
Can you try to understand?
You personify me, First Person
O vocabulary is nice and cumbersome
I want silence, too, communion
Humanity give me things, my own creation
Since temples, ziggurats, pyramids
I want to be in thy midst!
That's my Creative Love
You'll know if you come above
Eviscerate my being! Distort my face!
Bring me closure to my ego; replace!
Seizure in dark games through which we interlace,
Beckoning the reaper's embrace.
Subvert my empathy!
Break me into colluded ecstasy!
Mold me in your image of apathy!
Put me in a daze of senseful apogee!
If only I could help You experience the same...
If only I could put out what had went aflame...
If only I could rid you of your own self blame...
My ultimate goal- to personify your game..
Knowing I belong on greater stages;
I set out to share a seat among your stations!
As I'm marching alongside your pages,
I'm taunted by the echoes of ages,
mocked by divine wages.
Taxing are the paths to your way.
My will's faltering, hope's grey,
mind's in a state so risqué.
Tell me, is this the price that I must pay?
"Fractious paranoia vying to supplant.
Vying to take over, to ruin your descant.
To kill that which would lay bare, the one which I shan't.
And destroy the altar to which I hum and I chant."
compliance to naughtness is an escape from everything
ritual--contrivances wreak patterned ignorances garnering
shaudy spiritual saviors signifying pseudo sentient savory
santifications. plain braindance passengers personify
jolting journeys to gypsy moon starred skies, praying
to proximated planet walled wailings with mystical
marginal, manufactured, terminal terrosin tired tears,
Blaming blank blindness blind bailing wire wisdoms.
Find your fate, it lovingly lurks in one's continuous
challenge of choice change.
I never needed you to save me,
‘Defy’ is what I was built on;
Personify fierce and courage
goodbye to every line drawn;
Shake up the entire foundation
take what you work hard for;
Rattlesnake venom on my lips,
firebreak I’m ready to wage war.
Do clowns personify life?
Our story is wild style graffiti
’We fell in love then we fell in love again.’
thrown up on an urban wall for eternity;
We could write legal but chose illegally,
bombed the building with expression;
Our story is wild style graffiti;
Inspired by Love’s rebellious personality
etched a passionate confession;
thrown up on an urban wall for eternity;
Fairytale of daredevils painted artfully
a legend spoken of now and then;
Our story is wild style graffiti;
Writers personify nonconformity
relishing a dangerous artistic break in
thrown up on an urban wall for eternity;
Masterpiece matching soulmates intensity
may have our tag on a spot up in Heaven;
Our story is wild style graffiti
thrown up on an urban wall for eternity.
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