Here she comes with a smile,
Flaunting her beauty flashing in her smiles,
She may come only once a while to meet me,
Thats enough to reignite the flame of love in me.
The love blossomed just in few meets,
The self in hearts turned into feeling of us,
The flame of love got lighted in our hearts,
Keeps on smoldering even when we are far apart.
Some evenings when I am alone,
Dusk paints the skies in myriads of colors,
Each color, each hue, leaves a mark of our love in the sky,
And the flame of love lights anew the spark within the sky.
And many mornings when you are not around,
Soft dawn unfolds a hush of gold where shadows softly lie.
Each whispered breeze recalls the dreams we wove,
The flickering flame of love gets reignited in our hearts.
The grand plan is to homogenize nations
Strip them of their unique faces.
Replace them with a plastic mask.
Force-feed them into a blender.
Dismantle the backbone- the middle class.
Make the masses interdependent.
Feed them their own blood.
Their bones into crumbs.
Take away their means to defend.
Put shackles on God -unleash Satan.
Godless governments putting lipstick on a pig.
They call that supreme salesmanship.
Telling us the hag is a princess.
Oil and water will never mix.
Neither does love and greed.
Darkness and light will meet
on the battle plain horizon...
This deep musk is but a brief illusion.
God will never die.
The narrow-minded lit the fuse.
We, the people on the eve of
Reigniting liberty and life.
I'm blind to the fact that that I know absolutely nothing.
2nd guessing my every first thought. When I'm more then certain
That both can reside in the same idea. Meaning that the 3rd option must be covered in gasoline and caught between two match sticks that can go on strike at any moment. That's combustible thinking with a placard that states I am not to be trusted within 200 feet of an old flame for fear of heat and friction reigniting a smoldering past that lied dormant from lack of communication.
I have been in unequaled turmoil,
Overused in my personal trauma,
Drowning in tear rivers of tragedy,
Soul dipping southward trajectory,
But they do not seep from these eyes,
Nor do they follow the cries,
Just the heavy emptiness that thrives,
Within each breath hope in me dies,
But then there are those who remind me,
Why I have walked the road of words ardently,
Thank you for reigniting my linguistic dream,
I want you to know,
that you are the intrinsic thread that holds my spirit seem.
Lag B'Omer, a little-known Jewish celebration today
arrives in just one night and two more days
A bonfire is built, there's singing and dancing
What's there to celebrate on this holiday...
The great Rabbi Akiba had 24,005 pupils
all of whom died in 33 days, except the last five
Is it cause to rejoice that they finally stopped dying?
With only five left, you'd think we'd start crying!
The reason to remember this less-than-stellar occasion
is that old graybeard Akiva saved the whole Jewish nation
He never gave up; rather, he dug in his heels
With five students left, he doubled down on ideals
Teaching the Torah, his fiery enthusiasm renewed
Spreading God's Light, reigniting the Jews
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Rabbi Akiva lived from 50 - 135 C.E. He taught Torah after
the Romans destroyed the Second Temple in Jerusalem.
His school was immense -- 24,005 pupils -- all of whom
died one year between the first and the 33rd day of Pass-
over, primarily on account of the sin of not showing their
fellow Torah scholars the honor and respect customarily
due them.
If I play a melody for you
letting the music sway your heart
titillating the words within your soul
venturing into territories familiar and cherished,
reconnecting us
tieing every dream and promise in place
to the days of our youth
when the time was irreversible,
reigniting the old flames
searing us together within our love
in summer passion, winter hopes, and dreaming
of a time that has no end,
what would the lyrics say
what would you say
would you listen
hearing the memories
that are too often hidden
forgotten
in some old song?
Cocksure were we that Spring had sprung
Unprepared once again to be stung
by Old Man Winter
fresh back from vacation ~
Fossil Fools we be, reigniting
CO2 home heating stations
Awareness self aware
Sees God everywhere
Unity in diversity
Singularity in duality
In synergy
With love energy
As the only real vibration
With which in resonation
Attention oscillation a gaffe
On which we simply laugh
Reigniting the flame within
Of benign bliss ignition
In stillness
22-August-2020
In the depths of darkness
My soul had been cast so
No shinning light beam oh
No beam of hope to me oh
Now ray of love on me land
Reigniting within me flames
Wings flutter all around me
Now light engulfs the darkness
Brilliant as am born of the light
Taking to the sky l do now soar
Let the archer not shoot me Oh
What of theirs did I ever eat Oh
Son of the light I do love fly Oh
Let them not condemn me so so
For things out of mine control oh
I always deal fairly to all if I can..
#Bubbles in time
Luis 03,2020
In the silence of its hanging tomb,
the stalwart heart continues
to beat its rhythms of love’s symphony;
Starving head-lobes devour soundless
ringing, infusing vibrating bloating
as pangs of hunger does an empty belly;
Silence void of serenity is as useless
as space void of any cosmic purpose;
what worth is there in vacuous existence?
Smoke that has lost its self from its fire
need not be an aimless wanderer;
at its source await the warm embers thereof;
Though self-sustaining, love, true to its self,
remains self-sustaining, but humbles its self
with the need for external combustions:
May the flintstones of our hearts
once again rub shoulder to shoulder
reigniting the sparking echoes of our love fire.
been a long time
i wonder if i still have it
all the pens have been buried from my sight
however, i managed to find one this misty monday morning
i write this poem without thought or even a warning
i remember her in those tight fruity jeans
her hair was like simplicity starlight in an everlasting exploration
her aura was like lavender scented candles reigniting my introverted personality
her smile left me speechless like writing in cursive with my right hand
in the toybox corner of my mind is the snowstorm that brought us to notice
been an eternity going grey
i wonder if arousal still exists in our atmosphere
all the pads have been dangling in an attempt to make insanity appear calm and steady
however, i managed to come upon one this windy sunday morning
i finish this poem as i feel my reemergence ecstatically swarming
At some point on the edge of this human trial
of being frustrated, angry and tired
I stopped posting for awhile,
the exposes of this burning world on fire.
Did you notice I was gone
when so many others sang their songs?
Sitting back, stepping away from the torrent
observations on the earth left me depressively abhorrent.
How did we get to here
with lives are so lost upon this revolving sphere?
History will judge us by what occurs these days
wonder how the truth will be displayed
by the writers who emote
the words and actions spoke.
The times will come again
when the populace will surely take a stand
resuming and reigniting the moral gland
that lies deeply embedded within man.
Conspiracy Theory
Dreams conspire
huddling beneath pillows,
curdling thoughts
spilling into sleep,
conjoined contradictions
circling confusion’s
REM sleep strobe.
Faces wander
through a mist
that never was,
awakening
dormant revelers,
reigniting a fevered
forgetfulness.
Muscles tense,
hearts pound,
innocent sheets
lay witness
to life’s aftermath
revisited.
Consciousness intrudes,
sunshine
in a dark room,
blinding the shadows
stumbling
over yesterdays
clinging
to dreams.
©1/19/2018
submitted to – Your vest free verse 2018 – Poetry contest
sponsor – John Hamilton
I sent a message on a pristine cloud passing by
Hoping it won’t disperse in miles across the sky
Then, I heard you speak of color illuminated by the sun
I knew it was received with all the happiness and fun
Distance that feels vacant isn’t all it is said to be
Feelings reside in heart, dreams swept by wind to see
It is the knowing, like the constant air we breathe
Musical notes that always find a way to weave
Thoughts and emotions in melody that keeps on playing
Reigniting warm feelings that will always be staying
Far or near through storms and weather torn fear
Turbulent skies pass through, until they open up clear
In the silence of the last fallen raindrops to the ground
It is always amazing what can be seen to be found
Pristine clouds float with change into colors that shine
In a widespread open sky that is always yours and mine
Heidi Sands
10/29/17
a poets heart
they tore it from his chest
and yet it beat
in steady cadence,
a rhythmic resonance
roiling words
re-sounding a tone,
rekindling a fire,
reigniting a thought,
repeating-rebeating
metered mystery’s
tortured torment
toying with truth’s
ludicrous lies,
rebeating-repeating
heretical hyperbole’s
hypocritical hollow
echoing eternity’s
empty promise.
©6/25/2017
submitted to – Any poem in June not for a contest – Poetry Contest
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