imitation breeze
electric fan rotations
momentary bliss
MASTER ARTIST
What an artist uses to shape and smooth his sculpture
Is what God will use to mold and carve our character
The artist takes his time to design or pattern perfectly
So in the end a splendid replica we see
Man can never be his shining best unless
His Master's hands guide him to complete success
And since our bodies, minds and hearts are His
We can expect the very best there is
So let our Creator make you sound and right
For you are precious in His holy sight
The resulting replica is bound to be
A special prize that will last eternally
Copyright, Kathryn Search
Looking at the need
They devolved the
means to which they
Would create
Examining detail and
Formulating plans to
Create that which needed
To be.
Which needed change and
Structure
Which needed fabrication
and making
In full respect of each other's
abilities and short comings
they labored to plan
With full detail
Calculating every minute
From man power
and machine hours
Beyond the boundary of
Not knowing
To scale within the realms
Of the mechanics and
Sciences trusted and truthed
All there were in the agreement
Of creation
The work in progress
Encouraged by the nessicity
Of need
You are a burning form who engulfed me
My globe! replicating the inner hunch
I concede in YOU.. turn me immortal
Never shall our unconstrained love perish
Never shall our unconstrained love perish
I concede in YOU ..turn me immortal
My globe! replicating the inner hunch
You are a burning form who engulfed me
Aug 11, 2020
Note:Mirror Mirror Poetry Contest.(N/A)
Submitting to STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (26) ,any form,
any theme Poetry Contest.
Replica of Jesus
Christmas started out so splendid
Until it had finally, recently ended
Decorations and tree taken down
Alive and green now turning brown.
Ours is artificial and stays green
And what to tell you still do mean
To me it is really, only way to go
Stays same size and does not grow.
Placed all in boxes and put away
And will be waiting for another day
Thoroughly enjoyed as we shout
Time again to take everything out.
Went to church and I am no stranger
On Epiphany, Jesus was in a manager
Became our savior proper and prim
What we now see is a replica of Him.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Replica of Jesus
Christmas started out so splendid
Until it had finally, recently ended
Decorations and tree taken down
Alive and green now turning brown.
Ours is artificial and stays green
And what to tell you still do mean
To me it is really, only way to go
Stays same size and does not grow.
Placed all in boxes and put away
And will be waiting for another day
Thoroughly enjoyed as we shout
Time again to take everything out.
Went to church and I am no stranger
On Epiphany, Jesus was in a manager
Became our savior proper and prim
What we now see is a replica of Him.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
the vision of the heart that sees,
that connects and compliments its reality,
that takes within the heart of loves call,
positioned we stand through the birth of it all,
the season of choosing may look the same,
that grasps our interests and intentions in many ways,
but placed we are..in God's orderly fashion,
to bring us back to love...there is no comparison,
to the deepness of love within...his heart moves,
knowing where to place you and what to do,
in his hands, in the shadow of his wings,
answering loves unspoken requests through the heart of everything,
many answers...many ques...
that can move the heart to wholeness anew.
Wielding together artificial meat
No need to conserve this being will keep
Looking through grafted eyes
The creator now smiles
Shamelessly looking at bones made of lies
Once it is born does it speak with a tongue?
Calling out hopefully, am I the one?
It started out walking it skipped all the steps
Its power lacked knowledge deceived by the best
Slaying with anger the others were dust
Running in circles pain filled with must
Confronting the master to find what he was
Hoping to live, but then again who does?
Replica
I see you, than I see me
I love you all over again
Daughter you are a “reflection” of the beauty inside of me.
Again, I love you all over
I see me, than I see you
10-20-12
In eons past the trip was planned. Engineers and artists built sturdy, a symbol just in case
Practice-runs of engines, materials and design, were left in place as a marker at their base
A hop, then a skip to a new world from the old, assured their symbol would not be defaced
On arrival in a desert, a replica was built, reflecting a potent symbol that time has not erased
You go down in the dry pool
foraging for the political errors,
irisprints, a certain desire of revolt,
any skeleton to identify the victim.
An awful claim, the accuser was becoming accused.
For namesake somebody was dying
unceremoniously for holding tuberculosis.
Dots did not help. Washed and dried curses
went into the background. There was a cease-fire
for sometime but the guns will start blazing
any day on fake pretexts.
The ending of pain or pain of ending begins.
The past was chasing, future uncertain, present
is ugly. Peahen likes the tail not the crown.
Peacock is on tree and on fire. Deflection
of sun marks the beginning of eclipse.
A word falls from a crossword puzzle, makes
a history. Death was in crucible, dualism
will survive. The long beard of a terrorist
becomes brown with age. The train is screeching
to halt. There was a landslide.
SATISH VERMA
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