Thy beauty lasts but for a moment in my mind
For worldly maidens die to quick and silent beats in time
While angel’s continuing choruses do loudly sing
A clear and constant melody of eternal spring
On the breath of this immortal love
All gardens bloom and fade above
The ancient cry of winter’s repenting
Lone, full, silent and unrelenting
Cascades of unknown dreams come tumbling down
Past sacrifice and sacrament new found
And come to rest in an eternal silver star-filled pool
Where the secrets of the sacred world again reign full
There the faces of constant angels shine out bright
From the reflected surface of the water’s divine light
As we are held in constant trust and love
Of the eternal sacred presence of paradise above.
Sacred, irreverent friends be by far:
Monks mystify in pregnant platitude,
Sufi fakirs-- nigh tipsy bards as are,
Do flirt with God. Profane is never prude.
Perhaps, to tease is profoundly to love,
Nor things sacred may always solemn be
That raise love to regions so rare above,
In trust, friends and childhood chums curse freely.
Profane to me then seems pitfall not flaw,
But verbal hug of communion in creed,
A book that can a wide readership draw,
Be it a sage in rage or sane indeed,
The clarity that comes in letters four,
Sane words four hundred strong can’t bring to fore.
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Sonnet (tongue-in-cheek) | 19.12.2025 | friends, God, love, profane, sage, words
Emotions sit no straight to meditate,
They look for an emergency exit,
What’s sane and sound gets caught in a Zen state,
Seeks profane whilst a safety valve’s remit.
Raised on a diet of good behavior,
What sane nigh prude do but ponder and brood?
Being quicksilver and nigh cavalier,
But not crude, vaults profane in words plain nude.
This is no way to wield vandalism
Of verbal brand way bit a wounding kind,
Profane words ventilate wrath with wisdom
To bring back lost balance of a sane mind--
A fair device to open up floodgates
That cools raw rage and pre-storm peace creates.
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Sonnet (tongue-in-cheek) | 18.12.2025 | profane, peace, sage, words
Note: The part - III follows.
Profane words, poor things, scorned as contraband,
In contrast arraigned with words weighed as sane
That hold a moral firm ground-- for long grand.
Forbidden, they talk to us in words plain
But are powered by voltage of thunder clouds
Which, words that wear civil dress seldom can.
What beauty-- words raw, truthful, not in shrouds,
Honest if rude, can do free from restrain!
Not sure? Try stub your toe and mark your jibe:
Sage decorum nor yet homilies rife,
Nor vague philosophical diatribe,
Nor yet poetic prompt on fleeting life!!
Pain, no child of elegant etiquettes,
Spews words profane-- flood flooding past floodgates.
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Sonnet (tongue-in-cheek) | 17.12.2025 | profane, sane, words
Note: The part - II follows.
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I find no greater joy in all things that be,
not in gold, not in learning, not Great Deities,
nothing can match the happiness I see
in her eyes and her face when she smiles on me.
Disappointments and pains I endured in the past,
no longer do I flag at the top of a mast,
only her vision of bliss unsurpassed,
I see only Anne, and my fate is there cast.
Forgive me Great Spirit this one loves profane,
and do not punish me with too much disdain,
only through her I find life worth living again,
and only because of her can I say Amen.
I
Fear of God was healthy for friends
The relationship was it, not ulterior ends
II
Fear of God is still widely spoken
Love of things, brings Promises broken
Profane Speech
Russel Abdur Rahman
There is no history that everyone is blind at night
Murk has eye, Lingo and it likes to love with hungrily song
And bear pulses of light!
Dirty time wouldn’t stable, history will sing changing song
It seems imperious habit of a fruitful creation.
No history of injuries of the earth only life be injured
There is no clearing house of body
If breaks shrine for taciturnity no responsibility of progeny
It is lex or habit profane or pure.
Scared N Holy
in profane
they entertain Secret societies
sacred and arcane
built of complex biology
with gears in bone crystal blood-borne Hues.
Jewels turn upon Silver Springs,
gears and string
strange things deep inside angel wings.
sacred hearts beat within rusted Skeletons
ribs encased fluids of the divine
life pumps through oblique imagery.
Echoing in your mind haunting
my every effigy alive crucified
why my damage reality?
Sacred and Arcane
a holy machine of infernal Energy
flaring out into the empirical night…!
My bones and soul are lost forevermore
haunting the hollow empirical night.
sacred and arcane
We sing “Holy is thy name, O Lord,”
Yet attach it to every unsavory word
Then euphemizing, we say “gall-durn,”
It seems like we will never learn!
We pray “Hallowed be thy name,”
Forgetting our curses mean the same
We even go so far as to say “Holy Sh*t,”
And rarely consider what we mean by it.
I must plead guilty too often saying
Words that wouldn’t be fit for praying
And when I lose my temper, most often,
I spit out words like nails in my coffin.
written December 21, 2021
Sacred and profane love by Titian - 1514
Love divine
How it burns when it falls from the sky -
how it hurts when the water is done.
How it rains with the words half-denied,
When the world looks for fabulous suns.
How it aches when the feeling's away
from the roads that are fast and are clean.
How it roars when the lights are insane,
how they fatefully touch our skin.
How I pray for this love not to fade,
How I look for your eyes in the woods,
How we crave for emotional shade,
In each other we find our roots.
Profane love
When the touch dumbs us down -
when the shadows arise,
When in passion we drown,
when there's evil disguised.
When your kiss, black as night,
slowly turns on my key,
when your arms, full of might,
burn my fragility,
When we're fruitful and hot,
when we're lost in our dreams,
When we're tied with love's knots,
So profane we might seem.
06.05.2016
(c) Maryna Tchianova, Ukraine
Visited a psychiatrist, proved to be quite a strain
Searched but apologized she couldn't find my brain
Told her to keep searching
I can hear some chirping
Also noticed the chirping was extremely profane
Visited a psychiatrist, proved to be a strain
She apologized, she couldn't find my brain
Told her to keep searching
I can hear some chirping
Also noticed the chirping was extremely profane
Love
Love is but a word
To describe such an emotion
in a four-letter word
is the most profane act any human can commit.
Love is Love.
it cannot be defined by four measly letters.
Love is more than art,
more than literature,
you cannot fully describe it.
It is a unique experience,
yet anyone who has every been madly in-love
knows exactly how it feels
Yet, they too know that "love" is not an accurate analysis of that emotion
Love is beauty,
Love is peace,
Love is happiness,
Love is Joy,
Love is all around us, really, if we choose to see it.
Love is more than a four-letter word.
And I wish, there was a way, to accurately describe,
the intense, beautiful emotions,
of being madly in-love.
But I find myself,
committing the most profane act
a human could do,
In me hoping to convey to you,
what I think of you.
I love you.
For the love of my life, Dj.
Love divine
How it burns when it falls from the sky -
how it hurts when the water is done.
How it rains with the words half-denied,
When the world looks for fabulous suns.
How it aches when the feeling's away
from the roads that are fast and are clean.
How it roars when the lights are insane,
how they fatefully touch our skin.
How I pray for this love not to fade,
How I look for your eyes in the woods,
How we crave for emotional shade,
In each other we find our roots.
Profane love
When the touch dumbs us down -
when the shadows arise,
When in passion we drown,
when there's evil disguised.
When your kiss, black as night,
slowly turns on my key,
when your arms, full of might,
burn my fragility,
When we're fruitful and hot,
when we're lost in our dreams,
When we're tied with love's knots,
So profane we might seem.
06.05.2016
(c) Maryna Tchianova, Ukraine
She appealed for just having a dignified life.
The illiterate sit, their illiteracy pulls them down into darkness and shadow.
Let me be the new light, let me have a dignified life.
I wish to be one of my kind, don’t control me by your mind.
The thing she needed was right motivation.
I have my strengths, my talents, and the weaknesses too, but I can surely transform my life as well of others if you give me courage to do so.
She wanted to wake up the society, she wanted to scale higher altitudes and develop positive attitude.
She wanted to unearth her true potential with her full dedication.
Only a supportive environment can help us grow.
Education alone empowers to learn and know.
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