Sometimes there are questions that we can't answers
Only time will reveal that there is an answer available
Until the pieces of our life jigsaws are joined together
Love isn't always about falling in love but is sharing it
Destiny awakens when heart mind and soul awakens
Reaching out from love eternal flames to be reunited
Everyone has their own name twin flame or twin soul
Anam cara we will meet again when the time is right
May our spirit reawaken with the questions answered
He’s been on the lawn
Every year…for 40 years
A four foot tall plastic
Glowing, snowman
I sat with him yesterday
As he looked a bit down.
Asked “what’s up old friend?”
He sighed, slowly spoke
Asking “where are all my friends?”
“There are no angels across the street
No bells chiming down the way
I haven’t heard one Christmas carol
Or seen one silly Christmas sweater”
I hesitated to tell him
The Grinch had actually
Stolen Christmas
Or at least held its joy hostage.
He flinched when I told him
“some even take offense at you”
Because of what you symbolize,
What you stir in the hearts of children
Reawaken in the hearts of alleged adults.
My neighbors are trying to figure out
Why I was sitting on the lawn
Singing Frosty the Snowman
Loudly and somewhat off key
Manifesting thee-
thou new December,
let joy and peace be
the last month's ember.
Glowing from the fire
of chances and luck,
taken as a trier,
by hearty risk, buck!
I lay dead alive,
in high anxiety,
on how to survive,
not by my piety.
One thing, I know of-
is my faith's prowess,
holding up above
emotional cuss.
That would sink grievance,
of chance not taken,
driving luck's deviance
to reawaken...
Good luck and fortune,
repairing this year
wornout misfortune,
not to reappear,
But bring on blessings...
meant for this year's grace,
out of gloom's dressings,
running out of chase.
Amen!
No rosebud should ever experience a seed of fear growing in them.
Quote by poet.
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Seed of Fear
A cryptic shadow slithers
Across a moonlit floor
Past tea parties, glass slippers
And naïve unicorns
Wearing feather boas
To reawaken a seed of fear
Deeply planted
By ashes in driving downbeats
Of thick moonbeams
That penetrates artless innocence
In a requiem for mercy.
Paralyzed in a coma of terror
A rosebud hears
The strident flute song mount
To sing an epitaph for stolen magic
As it bursts from its calyx
On rotting moonbeams
Sowing repeated ebony nightmares
By the full moon
That whirl and spin
In shades upon the ceiling
And like a thorn
The pulsing root sinks embryonic genes
Deep into shivering petals.
In satisfaction the shade withdraws
With skulking footsteps,
Oblivious to the rosebud’s tears,
Leaving pure petals wilted
In muffled agony
The callow flower’s story
Told in silhouettes
Of shadows on a moonlit wall
Each moonlit night
A ravished garden
Watered by mangled tears
A eulogy grows for ever after
In an epitaph for innocence
The goddesses were the first to realize earth needed to be revitalized
They changed the skies to rivers flowing with heartfelt enthusiasm
Energy came from every direction, replenishing people’s souls
Excitement skipped into the valleys and meadows, lighting everything up
Gods were not eager at first, but they were won over.
Soon the trees were singing love songs, and bushes were all-powerful
The grass was filled with superhero energy that permeated the landscape
Could revitalization be this easy? Oh, my, yes, even easier.
All it takes is faith, and a willingness to change the scenery up a bit.
blues and grays of the river clouds began talking amongst themselves.
They could barely wait for the world to reawaken and energize.
It was a new era, where hope and faith were everyday feelings.
Love was remembered and revered once again.
And people began touching and talking.
Something they had forgotten about.
It was the age of renewal.
I hang on the small
umbrella, but I fail;
a whirlwind snatches it away,
it's more violent than a hungry eagle
swooping down to catch its prey...
all is in shambles, it scares the beagle
that finds shelter in a hallway
of a decayed building nearby:
he is afraid and shakes terribly!
Melancholy was felt when misty rain
made the maples cry as wailing mothers
do for the loss of their infant child;
no eyes looked drearier, their faces
were marked by a pain hard to explain...
they were finally consoled by God
who ordered rainy clouds to unwind,
giving them the comfort they needed.
Moms take care of their kids, doing all they can
and they sacrifice much, they don't buy a dress
to fill their needs; such angels deserve admiration,
walk with them: they've walked with you always!
The melancholy of this misty rain
can never erase anything too precious to us;
all remains intact in our subconsciousness:
sorrows and joys they reawaken! we reawaken
Ineffably, I explore the width of the earth, my sillage an ode to life. Smile of serenity.
I lotus, exude wisdom as I age in stage, petals fade like memories, in purity. Parade akin chameleon. Spin in mud, reawaken like purged Alchemy In your garden.
I ignite your aesthetic apex, stealing glances I see. Sips from my kiss, butterflies pollinate my ears, lured by the susurrous laments, birds slumber on my blooming arms. Chipmunks like drunks, dart on my toes.
Bees dance in the air, mate like spiders.
Faith over fear
Our destination belongs to Jesus
There is a creed in the Kingdom of God and
Faith is the Action which is ownership before you have it!
Stretch your avenue
You have the title deed because you understand
The Creed of the Kingdom of God and the Grace of the Lord
Through the road of life
When we all think alike, then no one is thinking
The road of faith paves a new path as
We bathed ourselves in the performance of fiery faith!
A reflection in time reminds us of
Our capacity to deal with old problems in new ways because
Our Faith in Jesus creates new doors to open and some to close!
The hidden potential found in every individual
Can reawaken the flexibility of innovation
Fiery faith is something we must embrace
In Him, we trust as we hold on to His Word!
There is a creed in the Kingdom of God and
Faith is the Action which is ownership before you have it!
Stretch your avenue
You have the title deed because you understand
The creed of the Kingdom of God
Faith over fear because
Our destination belongs to Jesus
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Our destination belongs to Jesus
There is a creed in the Kingdom of God and
Faith is the Action which is ownership before you have it!
Stretch your avenue
You have the title deed because you understand
The creed of the Kingdom of God
Through the road of life
When we all think alike, then no one is really thinking!
The road of faith paves a new path as
We bath ourselves in the performance of fiery faith!
A reflection in time reminds us of
Our capacity to deal with old problems in new ways
And to recall old ways to handle new problems if there is a need!
Indeed, the hidden potential found in every individual
Can reawaken the flexibility of innovation
Fiery faith is something we must embrace
Faith in Jesus is a road to embrace your purose!
In Him we trust as we hold on to His Word!
There is a creed in the Kingdom of God and
Faith is the Action which is ownership before you have it!
Stretch your avenue
You have the title deed because you understand
The creed of the Kingdom of God
Faith over fear
Our destination belongs to Jesus
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
A zealous, ebullient and fiery knight
journeyed through the forest
on a dark, cold and windy night
saw a green nest
He was in search of the golden chalice
inscrutably taken
enchanted due to a malice
reawaken
The green nest had the key the knight needed
it led to the parchment
if only the zealous heeded
to sacrament
January 11, 2023.
Writing Challenge - Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing Poetry Contest
Constance La France.
Nature Wonders
I stand in awe as nature wonders
Of raucous waves and roiling thunders
Rushing streams released as winter thaws
As nature wonders I stand in awe.
Spring awakens, her heartbeat quickens
A pulse of sap through bare boughs thickens
Fields of daffodils reawaken
Her heartbeat quickens, spring awakens.
Summer tangos in a seashore dance
Beneath clear skies of azure romance
Neon sunsets in shades of mango
In a seashore dance summer tangos.
Fall swirls in orange red fantasies
Enchanting dances of phantasy
Mischievous breezes spin into whirls
In orange red fantasies fall swirls.
Winter dreams of seeds in gestation
In the sweet hush of hibernation,
Silent cadence in snowy extremes,
Of seeds in gestation winter dreams.
10-14-22
Contest: Swap Quatrains
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Rhymes checked with www.rhymezone
Syllables checked with www.howmanysyllables
When the sun sets, flecking clouds with diaphanous light and birds whistle daytime’s last summer psalms, we call it night.
We’re moonbathing and Sunny’s features are inlaid with glamorous silver-blue patines. We’ll reawaken soon, our time is measured in assignments, not in hours, days or even seasons.
Responsibility is a villain of our own devices. You can run from it, bolt your door against it, only to find it’s right there - in back of you - smiling like a tiger or a parent.
Unfortunately, the university isn’t a hotel. It’s more of a competition, like those survivor shows.
We’ll enjoy the moonlight, for a few, laconic moments, for it seems to possess a sweet power to cool and calm, but soon our purposes will call, irresistibly, and we’ll return to the performance.
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Merriam Webster: laconic: brief to the point of seeming rude.
There is a creed in the Kingdom of God and
Faith is the Deed—ownership before you have it!
Stretch your avenue
You have the title deed because you understand
The creed of the Kingdom of God!
Through the road of life
When we all think alike, then no one is really thinking!
The road of faith paves a new path as
We bath ourselves in the performance of fiery faith!
A reflection in time reminds us of
Our capacity to deal with old problems in new ways
And to recall old ways to handle new problems if there is a need!
Indeed, the hidden potential found in every individual
Can reawaken the flexibility of innovation!
Fiery faith is something we must embrace and
Faith in the Great God is a must!
In Him we trust as we hold on to His Word!
There is a creed in the Kingdom of God and
Faith is the Deed—ownership before you have it!
Stretch your avenue
You have the title deed because you understand
The creed of the Kingdom of God and
You know that Jesus Christ is the Essence of Life!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Faith over fear
Our destination belongs to Jesus
There is a creed in the Kingdom of God and
Faith is the Action
Which is ownership before you have it!
Stretch your avenue
You have the title deed because you understand
The creed of the Kingdom of God
Through the road of life
When we all think alike, then no one is really thinking
The road of faith paves a new path as
We bath ourselves in the performance of fiery faith!
A reflection in time reminds us of
Our capacity to deal with old problems in new ways
And to recall old ways to handle new problems if there is a need!
Indeed, the hidden potential found in every individual
Can reawaken the flexibility of innovation
Fiery faith is something we must embrace
Faith in the Great God is a must
In Him we trust as we hold on to His Word!
There is a creed in the Kingdom of God and
Faith is the Action
Which is ownership before you have it!
Stretch your avenue
You have the title deed because you understand
The creed of the Kingdom of God
Faith over fear
Our destination belongs to Jesus
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
i see journeys and vacations ahead
i see dreams and smiles that put e to bed
stars shine as streetlights tonight
i visit the depths of slumber without putting up a fight
flowers grow as i think of her
the wishes and the longings causes a prolonged purr
if i ever tasted the mocha flavour of your inner thighs
the sweet scent of you will reinvigorate my wilted nature to rise
when i land at the destination i thought i would never see
the magnificence of your hiccup moans will reawaken the shy passion in me
the fire and the flame, the flame and the fire
the exuberance of the merged eruption, the comforting moral of the desire
in the morning we rejoice like the cardinals singing outside
we return to the world recharged and perfectly back in stride
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