The moon need not apologize for phases,
No sense of guilt even abstract assume --
It’s the human heart alone that falsely
Translates, shades and uncovers wrongly.
Seas can bear witness, 3rd eye peering
Through filtered wave. The pond alike
Shallow, no retractions necessary for glossing
Over depths.
We should Not look too closely
At one another, for often the surface is no
Cover-up but what simply rises to the
Top, given Time the Universal purifier.
The Wispy Spirit Waited
He was sucked into the nasty Australian air
purifier in the living room of 67 Oak Street, Elmwood. To him, that wasn’t at all fair!
For Halloween night,
he’d planned to haunt the furrowed asleep.
In the filter, with not much sight,
he moaned, ‘I should’ve entered with a creep.
I should've gone through the bathroom window
or maybe through the bedroom window!'
So, he waited and waited
and waited.
He couldn’t move a metre
He couldn’t move a centimetre.
A week later, the owner emptied the filter out the
window, and the spirit went into the
mouth of a man-eater
who was a wife cheater.
WHERE DRUGS AND CIGARETTES RISE,
HUMANITY AND KINDNESS DIE,
THEY ENCOURAGED THE VAPE THAT CLOUDED THEIR MINDS,
BUT HATED THE PURIFIER THAT CURED MINDS.
THE STIMULANT THAT EASES ONE'S PSYCHE,
IS WORSE THAN THE SMOKE FORM A BIKER'S BIKE,
IF DRUGS CAUSE THE DEATH OF ONE'S LIFE,
WHY BE SAD AND MAKE YOURSELF CRY.
Rondeau of the basil
Here is for the basil,
A romantic Rondeau,
Go down into the garden,
Look for the aromatic strand,
Here is for the basil.
Have the right idea,
Accompany the raw vegetables,
Cook the pistou soup,
Do you want to purify the air?
Or perfume your duck?
Only cook with art,
Here is the basil for you,
In a romantic rondeau !
Rondeau du basilic
Voici pour le basilic,
Un rondeau romantique,
Descendez dans le jardin,
Cherchez le brin aromatique,
Voici pour le basilic.
Ayez la bonne idée,
Accompagnez les crudités,
Cuisinez la soupe au pistou,
Voulez vous purifier l’air ?
Ou parfumer votre canard ?
Ne cuisinez qu’avec art,
Voici pour vous le basilic,
En rondeau romantique ?
Têtes
Je vois, Aristo, que tu les as mis à l'épreuve
Alors qu'ils se battaient entre eux dans les rues
Tu t'es gavé de gâteaux somptueux et de pains raffinés
Alors que les enfants de cette ville n'ont pas à manger
Tu peux acheter leurs âmes malades avec une pièce d'or
Mais tes richesses ne suffiront pas à te purifier de tes péchés
Et ne pense pas pouvoir échapper à la justice
Quand la révolution en marche commencera
Ta corruption s'est propagée comme un cancer
De la Nef jusqu'à la Reine
Alors tu peux compter sur ton rendez-vous
Quand viendra le temps de rencontrer notre Madame Guillotine
HEADS
I see, Aristo, you have put them to the test
As they fight among themselves in the streets
Gorged yourself on lavish cakes and fancy breads
While the children of this city, have not to eat
You can buy their sicken souls with a gold piece
But your riches aren't enough to clear your sin
And don't think you can run a hide from justice
When the revolution on it's way, begins
Your corruption, has spread just like a cancer
From a Nave all the way up to The Queen
So you may count on keeping your appointment
When it's time to meet our Madame Guillotine
Water gushes
from the purifier
Cold mug
chills my hands
Coffee brews
in the pot
Coffee scent
fills the air
We live
what the Spirit-mind
shapes and forms
that which
comes before
the chicken
and the egg
Soulful-creations --
think long enough
(knead, mold)
deep enough
adds ripple to
a universe of
transverse-realities --
Will is the Traveling-force
and Love
God's Blessed Purifier --
Ya Ramadan, holiest of all months
With luxurious scent of the bitter almonds.
A month of forgiveness and piety,
I proclaim Allah as my God, and no diety;
Ya Ramadan that clothed my heart with deen
And made me worry not 'bout how life had been.
The month where all worries turn to joy,
When Allah says all sins He shall destroy;
Ya Ramadan Oh Ramadan leaveth not yet,
For I'm loving your company that makes me forget-
The soothingness of pain and the hurt of smiles,
Like dancing to ukulele and sliding on tiles;
Ya Ramadan the purifier of souls,
I'm paying my dues in Dua and settling my tolls,
Make me newer before you leave again, Ya Ramadan,
I just wanna be me, not necessarily Jagaban!
#GaliDaPoet #Ramadan Series #2024
The Blood of Calvary is rooted in history
It was spilled to draw men and women closer
The Blood of Jesus that was lost was the victory
It ended the enmity that existed between God and man
The blood war that existed in the time of Jesus
Was the pathway back to the Eternal Heavenly Father
The need for blood will exist while on this earth
Hatred will be present while on this earth
The need for blood is essential for life
Yet many want to spill it in revenge
Blood wars exist
On this planet, many persist for blood
The need for blood in the hearts of men
Brings calamity that divides and breaks the impact of unity
Yet the Blood of Jesus is the purifier and
The Pathway back to the Eternal Father
Copyright 2024
FIRE OF MIND
Fire of mind bursts
and burns lust
removing rusty crust
of malice - mingled dust.
Fire of mind fights fear,
makes mind fresh clean clear,
erects head higher.
Holy heart displays blazing flyer.
Serene pristine soul in prayer.
Fire the purifier.
Eternal Fire
Primitive fire
creates Universe entire
in Cosmic Explosion:
Continued commotions.
Fire of mind
blazes unkind
in human emotion:
Eternal sensation,
playing the role
to ignite the soul,
puts head higher!
Eternal Fire : Purifier.
02/ 18/ 23
Which Fire is Eternal
Contest by Joe Maverick
FOLLOW the FIRE
Follow the fire
of soul through life entire
in your own empire,
till last breath, as you expire.
Fire of soul:
Purifier sole!
Burns garbages of mind,
being ruthless unkind.
Soul ignites to glow,
blazes to blow,
glazes in fluorescent flow.
Pure pristine fire of soul to follow.
12/11/22
Follow the Fire
Contest by Mystic Rose Rose
FIRE
fire purifier
burns garbages makes mind clear-
blazing mind fights fear,
igniting dormant desires-
strengthens soul, puts head higher -
11/29/22
rubbing her back before bed
so glad we made it here
we pray to make it to the next day
the expressive rain makes the night feel soft
rubbing her back before bed
our bodes begin to relax
in our happy place, we breathe easy
the expressive rain makes the night feel soft
rubbing her back before bed
though a fan and an air purifier begin their shift,
quiet and silence welcomingly triumph
the expressive rain makes the night feel soft
rubbing her back before bed
knowing that tomorrow we pack our bags
the upcoming excitement of the next day lures us to a very content sleep
the blessing of felling fully sane inspires us to fully enjoy our time off
Dream purifier
Promiscuous proteus
Valed Liquid stranger
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