When blackest night of yesterdays doth creep,
And grief's cold dagger twists within the breast,
Depression's leaden chains forbid all sleep,
In tombs of past the living heart finds rest.
When anxious fires consume the trembling soul,
And phantom terrors of the days unborn
Like howling tempests rack the mind's control,
In future's void the weary spirit's torn.
Yet sweet the hour when peace at last descends,
And present's golden light doth softly shine;
No ghost of sorrow, no tomorrow rends
The quiet joy that blooms in this divine.
O mortal, break these chains of then and when--
Live thou in Now, and be made whole again.
Warlocks, witches and wizards appear,
as they do this time every year,
exposing craggy faces, screeching sounds,
and sowing blood magic as fear abounds.
Guarding my head with pillowed quilt
hoping my craven face won’t melt!
But I cry out panicked! Horrified!
They pass me by on their frightful ride.
White-hot power rends me paralyzed
and by despair and anguish traumatized.
Terror races through my iced blood
reverberating a tortuous thud.
Ghouls and zombies teeming around
burgeoning in and out around town.
I pray to survive till sun arises
and confront no more horrid surprises.
Halloween is suitably scary.
I am vigilant, and wary.
Once-a-year is enough for me.
I savor being eerie- and freaky-free!!
Asked, withered, worn and broken,
for that which I should have done.
Words fell to silence, yet spake
through eyes that damned the sun.
What is regret, now fractured
by the waning of the light?
What remaineth unspoken,
worthy of the night?
Shall I break in mournful sorrow,
where memory rends my soul?
Shall I weep for love departed,
forever beyond my hold?
Or lift mine eyes to this life
as it ebbeth away?
Read in the shadow the measure
of heaven or hell,
as darkness abideth to stay.
"Open the gates of Heaven's beginning
Where we end thoughts of awful sinning
Where hope and love will be forever
And think of troubles no more, never!"
~ Anonymous
Death creeps in, leaving everyone grief-stricken,
Waiting for the day when dear souls will quicken,
Life connection is like a gossamer thread,
The macabre grave summons those who are dead;
Grieving and groaning, we give them a send-off
To the gates of heaven where they'll always laugh,
This ghostly anguish that rends the broken soul
When a loved one dies is beyond our control,
We feel godforsaken, but forget to grasp ~
They are in a better place in God's own clasp.
Heaven's golden gate is always open wide
To guide the godly souls as they glide inside.
jungle
warrior black
skinning out bare belly rogues
rends velvet tents of jagged night
rumblings under grey mists
If in all innocence
broccoli brings out flatulence
not to dwell but how many unfortunate smells
will it impart from a single floret
and in the end when it rends
does it sound like a bassoon or clarinet?
And what about the brussel sprout?
No doubt it will create heady fallout
and if on the quiet you ever diet or fast
as you are and repeat all you eat
this gas too at last shall pass.
Also the humble cucumber
which on you may do a number
what light wind
breaks through yonder soft butt?
Smile if while seated at the dinner table
as you may be able to blame the mutt.
If each peppercorn was a life,
each is saddled in surrender
of shunless damnation.
They dwell in anguish--
death row prisoners.
They huddle together
awaiting torsion
as the grinder rends
the season from their body.
All that remains is dust
milled over an entrée.
Between the pulse of our heartbeat simply present
head- heart linking
dwelling in time with stretched blissful peace
awareness became unblinking.
Between heaven and earth the ethereal pulse of God's creation
sifting through the soul like a fluttering kite in motion
Here we are in a dwelling place of quarrel and demolition
only peace can assuage the heart and give it, its contrition
In the middle of war stretched across landscape of your heart
"The Lord's prayer," in a lilting whisper, you got this to an art
Give us today our daily bread and help us to do our part,
it is only love agape that gives our soul a fresh new start
Connecting spaces of our head-heart connection a mantelpiece
decorated with meditative awareness and unblinking utter peace
"Lead Us Not Into Temptation" let me decrease as you increase
seed and bloom inside my heart and help me fold this crease
Side by side two strong bookends holding together what rends
with a soulful melodic vibration I arrive at every bend
"May Thy Kingdom Come" and live within me til the very end
side by side, ... like two old reliable and sturdy bookends.
That's all she wrote,
It was all my doing,
The words she spoke,
Heavy and looming.
All my reactions,
Of anger and pain,
Because of her actions,
On me, a stain.
I tried my best,
To get you back,
You needed a vest,
For all my flak.
I'm sorry this is how it ends,
There's no other option I see,
My heart, it rends,
To be set free.
Breeze picks up
leaves flutter
Grasses wave
windows shutter
Fish out your jacket
a chill rends the air
The ghost of last autumn
June does not spare
Such is Duchess
Amma to her “Youngens”,
Joie D’Vivre, Raison D’Etre to Dennis,
Source of course to Lucy,
Linds’s famed legs fill long johns,
Artist of Nature, watercolor canvas,
Friends savor her company “Juicy”,
Cherishing, sensing a loss when she’s “Sans”,
Creative yet Linds’s modesty sends,
She’s our Yoga “Loosie Goosy”,
Caring School Nurse hands,
Cure tears without fuss,
Comforting fears as one becomes Twosie,
Not slave to fashion, bucking trends,
Shelter from rain, hurricane crust,
Evoking a true sigh,
May all her rends mend,
In Duchess We Trust,
She brings about others’ soaring high,
Our Birthday Wish for Linds is her fondest dreams blend!
Chaim & Barbara Love Yah!
Beneath the canvas of the sky unraveling into melancholic twilight,
There stretches a silent expanse that separates us,
It swells with each orphaned beat of time,
Filling with quicksilver, with murmurs of suspicion under a pallid moon.
Through unseen veils, I feel the coolness of the evening - a caress gone astray;
Yet, your face, once reflected in the depths of iris,
Now gazes towards other crossroads, sinking into mystery;
Searching across boundaries, in altars unsuspected by the evening star.
Words try their flight across the elongated abyss,
Starting as nocturnal birds, vanishing into the silent vast.
We wander like phantoms over this land forgotten by time,
You – anchored in the chill of a regret that never ends.
Thus, we drag our shadows through the waves of darkened hours;
Love rends, and remonstration gathers ink in the dark waters.
There is a rippled space between us,
Growing, widening, ever since you left the story.
A crimson tide o'er Golgotha ascends
No chalice held, a sacrifice.
The Holy Week
a shroud that slowly rends.
Mourning flocks
adrift from faith's secure fold.
A traitor’s kiss,
a friendship bought and sold.
Peter's denial,
a love that cannot mend.
A crown of thorns
a cruel and mocking crowd.
The weight of sin on Christ
Savior, true friend.
Through Gethsemane's forsaken
shadowed mire.
He trod
a steadfast soul
with love's eternal fire.
His final breath
a lamented prayer
a ragged cry.
A promise etched in every gasping sigh.
From darkest night
a radiant dawn shall rise.
Redemption’s hymn
a dove
takes to the skies.
Though flesh may fail
love’s covenant remains.
A chalice brimming
hope never dies
breaks the chains.
How I love to hear Your voice
A gentle whisper still and small
What great encouragement You give
Whenever on my knees I fall
Oh, the guidance of Your voice
Your Word illuminates my path
Although my heart You discipline
You never discipline in wrath
Oh, the comfort of Your voice
What confidence when You are near!
Through darkest vale, I follow still
My Shepherd’s voice, forever dear
How I trust Your faithful voice
All things You promise, You will do
I cling to every word You speak
For all Your Words are just and true
Oh, the power of Your voice
It shakes the mountains, rends the skies
What miracles are in Your Name!
You listen to my desperate cries
Oh, the wonder of Your voice
For by Your words, all came to be
O Great Creator, still Your voice
Creates new life and hope in me
Come with me
Come and see
See the skies
See my eyes
Eyes that squeak
Eyes that speak
Speak with words
Speak without swords
Swords of alliance
Swords with brilliance
Brilliance so bold
Brilliance like gold
Gold in your heart that melts sorrow
Gold often in yellow
Yellow is not cowardice
Yellow is peace
Peace that bends and rewinds
Peace not rends but unwinds
Unwinds depression
Unwinds compression
Compression is not disposed
Compression is being closed
Closed as cigar
Closed as sweet as sugar
Sugar in your lips
Sugar that dips
Dips in every heart
Dips redder than heart
Heart so soft
Heart of loft
Loft of shelter
Loft of welfare
Welfare that breed
Welfare that heed
Heed over head
Heed and lead
Lead to mend
Lead not bend
Bend to bow
Bend and mow
Mow and purge
Mow and surge
Surge in the ocean
Surge of blue ocean
Ocean of the living
Ocean of giving
Giving that propagates
Giving like hot plates
Love in sizzling plates
Life propagates
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