.
that ol' fertile
soil
i mean
soul
Categories:
pneuma, extended metaphor, riddle,
Form: Epigram
.
i hear'd
you're thuh recluse
alone
raising your beauty
in the
hovel
i
mar thuh city center
'mongst thuh pigeonz and
squirrelz
(I) lie
and
lie
'bout the salt streaks
shading mine
overcoat
each splash
thinks uv yourn
they strip'd ourn sheath
from ourn thewz
yet in secret
they too
(I) miss you
(I) only see (you)
whence pneuma
cry
Categories:
pneuma, allusion, angst, extended metaphor,
Form: Epyllion
.
most pneuma walk
past
opportunity
past
delicious
az if it were
too
delicious for theirn
or
for whutevah reason
i
don't
tramp without tripping
i trip alot
and git my
boobooz
smooched better
oooch
more timez
than not
,)
*whut
i love happy hour best,
or, tickets for twins, I mean
two, for two ')
Categories:
pneuma, allusion, beautiful, blessing,
Form: Romanticism
.
Not mine diddy
Yet
Waits on mine
tuh cause mine
snug
I vision her
When i rise
Rehears'n linez
'fore her come
to my
Cauze so
i flutter
through mine
dayz
*This muse iz in respect and admiration
for my HUP Registered Nurse who has
been caring for mine ill pneuma, thus
far, for the last 6dayz, duh'aze.
Jehovah God Almighty blessed me, and
now i can't write about her dang beauty ')
Her purty name..'Tanya' ,)
Categories:
pneuma, appreciation, beautiful, blessing,
Form: Classicism
.
not
not whilst pneuma
are listening
he'z
not mad
Categories:
pneuma, humor,
Form: Epigram
.
'tiz
mine me
i'n
the pneuma you
know
thundrstruck
with your
pixy
all 'bout
whut you
luv
ahh
me
my most 'mistakably
mine
your'n
*so I'll mention: i'n; az in, mine; belonging to me
thus, i'n; belonging to i
she kissed mine
i'n
deep
i think i'm in
love ')
Categories:
pneuma, beautiful, blessing,
Form: Dramatic Verse
.
When pneuma see me
Dancing in the grass
az the leprechaun
Smiling
Tossing flakes uv gold
'bout mine roam
they see the eccentric
soul
I see your smiling
grace
face
Categories:
pneuma, beautiful, blessing,
Form: Romanticism
As the Cup Runneth Over
thirst
dire, immediate
pleading, despairing, compelling
newborns, world, pneuma, rivers
living, assuaging, redeeming
quenched, blessed
wellspring
(c) sally young eslinger 11/8/2023
Categories:
pneuma, environment, god, health, humanity,
Form: Diamante
In solitude I find silence, in silence I find my voice
In my voice there is song, in my song there is praise
My words near flawless, my ardent aria is Rejoice!
In pneuma I find solace, in solace I upraise
In upraising I see Christ, in Christ I see salvation
My servitude near flawless, my sins abrase
In my heart I have joy, in joy I have jubilation
In jubilation I feel triumph, in triumph I am victorious
My victory near flawless, my fear is not damnation
In reality I am imperfect, in imperfection I am inglorious
My willingness near flawless, my transformation glorious
Categories:
pneuma, christian, religious, self, song,
Form: Terza Rima
I am still shocked by your sudden death
I'm still sobbing by your abrupt departure
I still pine for you, dear. I'm still out of breath
Every time I think of your unique behavior.
You were different, sexy, exquisite and sassy
You were very special to me day and evening
You were difficile, tough, caring and demanding
Holy God! What a combination for such a lady.
My heart is still beating profusely for your smile
I am still yearning for the images and the style
You left in my pneuma, my memory and my mind.
I am discombobulated how nature can be so unkind
I still yen and yawn for you. I am now very unhappy
I'm extremely sad, because you left so unexpectedly.
Copyright © May 2020, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Categories:
pneuma, death, death of a
Form: Rhyme
"Baffling Ole sawol
immortal principle in man
my pneuma spirit connects,
and communicates with God
My soul betrayal is myself
My choice process mostly wrong
This is my sin, calling
Mine mind betrayal trust not myself
Lies to you, my soul, my breath
My soul betrayal is myself
Nephesh O' soul betrayer of my life
Nephesh soul betrayer of my mind
Nephesh soul betrayer of mine eyes
Lying to my living, breathing conscious body
My soul betrayal is myself
Denying myself, lying heart, lying self
So mine soul betrayal alive my heart is dead
Betrayal of my soul, mind and heart
Depart, deceitful tongue, deceitful heart
Betrayed by my soul and breath
the last of it?
My soul betrayal is myself"
4/18/22 2022©
For Soul Betrayal Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
(Sawol/Sawel=means Soul)
(Nephesh-Hebrew for Soul)
Categories:
pneuma, allusion, analogy, anxiety, betrayal,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
A sacred space, the spirit weak,
Death's angel, patient, waits;
The pneuma raspy, prospects bleak,
Yet hope anticipates.
From dust to dust, the cycle nears
One revolution round;
Despair ye not, for it is clear
That this is hallowed ground.
A mother and a faithful wife
Slips peaceful to the past;
A daughter of the king of life
Awaits the unknown vast
Where death has lost its grip, its sting,
Yet felt by those still here,
Till she beholds a wondrous thing:
At last, to be drawn near.
----------
Written a few years back after sitting with my wife and her siblings and their father, as their mother passed.
Categories:
pneuma, death,
Form: Rhyme
Eucalyptus
Amidst those scorching rays,
Standing tall; limbs high up,
Waving, not caring to disrupt.
Roots, busy finding their ways,
Shallow inside flimsy ground.
Inner serenity, not corrupting
When the reflection of bearing
No fruits is taken into account.
Alive to the pneuma of its life,
Laying in essence of its leaves.
Bane of its longevity, still eased,
Pull of timber want, on the rise.
Mere portrayal of more than just
A giving empire, meant to be cut…
Categories:
pneuma, deep, earth day, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
DILAPIDATED GLOBE
A weary pneuma bleeds
Tears of the miserable
The poverty-stricken tumbledown
The opulence shows gusto.
At the sight of the indigent
But very penurious in helping...
They live in safety isle
But parade in the dilapidated globe.
Masses weep
Agony of the wretched man
Mercy he pleads
To mother earth and nature.
Under a thatched leaking roof
Muds fall at bewitching hours
Petite ice drops like contingent snow
If wishes were horses...
If the night could give way to day...
Friendly enemies of the night parading
What a tragic horror for the cynical
In a dilapidated globe.
An Ijeoma Ikonne's poem © 2021
Categories:
pneuma, poverty,
Form: Free verse
I find everyone riding the acme of jubilance,
but weeping at their inflated gloominess
Thy lords have created everything,
yet every pneuma is suffering
If you watch closely,
there is so much satire in this tiny sphere,
Every leaf that breathes,
hides an ache deep underneath.
Categories:
pneuma, satire,
Form: Lyric
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