Gold is such an awesome word
many seek it for all their days
but it eludes the vast majority
no matter their efforts it stays
Poetically with your pen in hand
you ponder many a thought
so to bring forth insightful lines
such a gift can't be bought
In the scriptures a class writer
one such King David was so
the Psalms were his delight
prophetical his words high or low
Being a Scot read much of Burns
a famous bard he did forthtell
packed so much in his short life
so inspirationally rings a bell
Looking at life's direction
finding your golden thread
that's your goal at the end
pen in hand this you were bred
(This piece was written based on
the poem "Nothing Gold Can Stay"
BY ROBERT FROST)
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Engendered by faultless lies!
& by bye-bye blew J has fallen
Oh, to grow angelic wings of parchment upon windy days! In that
prophetical aerial acid (dream-gong beatings) a cranial-Throne of no Soul //””\\fear walks . . . rhythmically between shadowy symmetry ||bleeding|| emotionally drained pieces of crimson-words. So sad -- sad-sad said, “if by wings of parchment or blue jay-throated warbles so do oceans! The whale knows what secrets are hidden beneath the bedsheets of all seas!
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Hear ye, hear ye, the clouds have come dull.
Oh, see, see how little that pinnacle shines,
caw caw call the flying gull.
watch, the water is like death's river passes.
Look, oh look, blood is pouring down.
Hear ye, the reign of blood has begun.
Christus Victor stands at the gate of dawn.
Tomorrow will not need come; hence, He has won.
See, see the sky is dark, but the eyes are bright,
they flood the prophetical color into the dark night.
Here, smell the Holy place burn, it's very much still here.
Stand and see, will He not pick you up?
Upon fall, upon call, here or there?
Let Him in, he wants to sup.
Can't you tell the person you've always dreamed of being
Might not be the person you were meant to be, from the beginning?
Credence aligned along the corridores of passage
Which usher in through the portends
This Autumn's door....
Such colourful banners as latitudes sprinkling
Flowing waters of repose that still echo
Inside, these sanctuaries walls
Guarded by time's sentry whom stands
At their gate; this entrance unto love's
Destined temple of the blessed, eternal soul....
Silver and gold adorning Nativity's scene
A sacred reminder His, Divinity's call
To have and to hold such prophetical promises
"Profound," laid afore this starlit alter
Treasures as verse, whose words do echo
Atop the tumbling, of her organs keys....
Assembling choirs Angelic voices; Beautiful
Proclaiming these melodies a harmony's chords
While the infant smiled, and gazed into the future
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In, through the Autumn's door ~
Creedence aligned along the corridores of passage
Which usher in through the portends
This Autumn's door....
Such colourful banners a latitudes sprinkling
Flowering waters of repose that still echo
Inside, these sanctuaries walls
Guarded by the sentry whom stands at their gate
The entrance unto the destined temple
Of the blessed, as eternal Soul....
Silver and gold adorning nativities scene
A sacred reminder of divinities call
To have and to hold such prophetical promises
Profound, laid afore this starlit altar
Treasures as verse whose words do echo
Atop the tumbling of her organs keys....
Assembling choirs their Angelic voices
Proclaiming these melodies in harmonic chords
Whileas the infant smiled, and gazed into the future
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..In, through the Autumn's Door ~
Credence aligned along the corridores of passage
Which usher in through the portends
This autumns door....
Such colourful banners of latitudes sprinkling
Flowing waters of repose that still echo
Inside, these sanctuaries walls
Guarded by the sentry whom stands at their gate
The entrance to the destined temple
Of the blessed, and eternal soul....
Silver and gold adorning nativities scene
A sacred reminder of divinities call
To have and to hold such prophetical promises
"Profound," laid afore this starlit alter
Treasures as verse, whose words do echo
Atop the tumbling of the organs keys....
Assembling choirs of angelic voices
Proclaiming these melodies of harmonies chords
While the infant smiled, and gazed into the future
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In, through the autumns door ~
As we open the pages of the Holy Bible
to search for the true meaning of Christmas,
it's awsome story still delights us...
even though the message is prophetical!
The Wise Men traveled eastward to follow
the long trail of the bright star
through quiet and small towns
and saw wander in everyone's eyes,
because they didn't know that God
has sent His own Son to ease their sorrow!
They chased after that dazzling star of midnight
through the longest and coldest night,
so mysteriously devine
and amazingly bright,
to find the little smiling babe, born without blame...
wrapped in linen clothes looking so calm,
as His mother watched over Him with delight !
The Wise Men kneeled before Him
and offered the joyful King their gifts,
and each one of them concealed its own meaning;
three stages of a prophesied fate
that would change the hearts of those believing...
and that demanded nothing more than faith!
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