In realms of heaven, new hope resides,
Declare to unfold the new season's tide.
Face the break of dawn's gentle ray,
As sunlight brings hope every new day.
Choose to redeem each precious hour,
For time, is a cyclic grand tour.
Circumspectly tread the path ahead,
Spend time with the Maker, where visions are fed.
Amidst the chaos, seek your promised land,
For hidden therein lies the Divine hand.
Lean on faith, venture through destiny’s door,
Discover treasures untold, now and forevermore.
In courts of heaven decrees are given,
Accordingly universe weaves its intricate pattern.
Ascend those portals, where miracles happen,
See life puzzle pieces align with divine revelation.
.
Behold the coat, crafted with multicolors bold,
Endowed with wisdom, a tale that will unfold.
Each stitch, a stroke of divine wonder,
A tapestry of life, a yearly cycle of wonder.
The best, dear saint, waits just beyond your sight,
A future blessed with mementos pure and bright.
So let your spirit soar, embrace the unknown,
For the door ahead is your harvest to gain.
I'm smiling
But I'll never tell
What makes me shine,
My heart to swell.
It is my secret
Mine alone
That makes me shine
My eyes, my soul.
For deep inside
I feel it rise
Words and art
My daily prize.
I close my eyes
So proud am I That in my soul
Pure joy resides
Each step of peace;
fears released.
compassion and love
grow sisters and brothers.
One step harmonic
can be a tonic;
moment in moment
we exist in the present.
Breathing in
Breathing out
enlightenment,
no doubt.
Thinking without thinking
focus is automatic;
tame monkey mind
universe responds in-kind.
Moment to moment
life is so simple;
in impermanence
possibilities arise.
1-31-2023
Finding Peace Poetry Contest
Regina McIntosh
I have often wondered where the soul resides beyond
The wavering seas of this life’s unending circumstance,
Where it comes to rest when this infirmed body lies
In everlasting sleep shrouded satins and lace embraced,
To my surprise, most think the soul rests in holy arms
Spread wide to receive myriad spirits of all humankind.
But could it molder like the worthless shell so encasing
For evidence tends to dust we shall return, vanishing
From the hopes of immortality, no more seen to gather
To ourselves faith, love, hope—the graces souls prize,
Nor seen near or far, no evidence of it appearing here
In this realm where much about death is left to ponder.
written June 22, 2021
It's so wonderful to be with God
to know His closeness ever near
fills you with a love unknown
love God's house forever dear
What beauty to know abides there
where God lives eternally evermore
in His presence, there's peace and joy
walking truly through to heaven's door
God is all glory and glorious within
there He who is holy does ever dwell
no sin can ever enter that place
He cleanses so His own can truly tell
Loving where God resides
such happiness found only there
perfect indeed is God's abode
His own know this so very rare
(Psalm 26:8-
"Lord I love the house where you live, the place where your glory dwells.")
Just like a beautiful flower, outer beauty
fades and withers away.
But the inner beauty remains; it doesn’t
fade nor wither away.
It stays the same long after the outer
shell has gone.
Because our inner beauty resides in
our soul.
We mustn’t dwell much on the outer
appearance.
It’s the inner beauty that needs tending
to.
Inner beauty is seen in one's character,
such as a kind and loving attitude.
Find your inner beauty and let it shine
and represent you.
For it will be remembered long after
you're gone.
So make sure you tend to it by cultivating
and watering it daily.
Alexis Y.
02/28/2021
I have returned to my island home . Work has brought me back this way. So much has changed since Irma passed this way. I wander the streets in utter dismay. Gone are the shops and the reefs where I use to swim and play.
They say the island never forgets their native sons and to my core I believe this true. Where ever I go people stop say ‘oh doc so good your back are you here to stay? Sadly, no is my muted reply but I will be back on that you can rely. The old office is there with new owners but I still sit at my old desk and chair. My patients return and I pray take care of their needs. Perhaps it is through them I find my raison d’exister. But for what ever the future may hold in store. My heart resides here now and for ever more.
A mess resides behind the mask
decades taken to accumulate
the debris of anxieties
stacked to the ceiling and beyond
disaster striking behind the scenes
spun from life’s anxieties
demanding privacy to be kept
behind the veil of reticence
this would be a reason why
to assume the front of good regard
but now the caring has deceased
the sins will flow for all to see
here’s the joke for the room
only friends will stoop to care
while the remainder carry on
with disasters of their own.
I had a dream, and in that dream I stood
as if invisible and saw a thing
that made me shudder, for I understood
full well the horror I was witnessing.
I saw a woman brushing her long hair.
A man was creeping up on her, but I
could do nothing, for no one else was there.
I knew for sure she was about to die!
I could not see her face. I stood behind
this female and the man, who with a knife,
was creeping, creeping, and inside my mind
I screamed, "Poor woman, you will lose your life!"
I woke! Then later in that day I sat
to brush my hair and then came Deja Vu.
I was the woman of my dream, and at
that moment my horrific fate I knew!
If you remain here, I shall be your host.
At your own peril, close your eyes and dream.
Perhaps like me, you will end up a ghost.
I am the woman of the silent scream.
Written Oct. 5, 2018
For Tania Kitchin's Scary Or Spooky Poem Poetry Contest
Holding on to dreary past when emotions cried
Looking for remnants of a happy dreamy night
Where love, once resolute, resides teary eyed
Early days saw blue skies roaming far and wide
Giving way to stormy clouds hosting dire plight
Holding on to dreary past when emotions cried
Rising waters warned of looming turbulent tide
The essence of soft shadows spurned lorn sight
Where love, once resolute, resides teary eyed
Recounting evermore moments of joy and pride
Saddened vibes overtake with raging ugly fight
Holding on to dreary past when emotions cried
Appearances blatantly lied when romance died
Regrets now multiply as hostile memories bite
Where love, once resolute, resides teary eyed
Darker motions inform abandoning rays of light
Insisting to take refuge within stories they write
Holding on to dreary past when emotions cried
Where love, once resolute, resides teary eyed
May 9, 2018
The essence of soft shadows contest by John lawless
WHERE GOD RESIDES
steeple magnifies
the mountains and clouds o’er head
window-bright lanterns
7/10/2017
Love's imperfection makes us strong
love has no time to be annoyed
no room for doubt or jealousy.
Where live resides there is no void.
That flesh that was not of my flesh
whose life I chose to share
I almost lost my one true love
in distrusts explosive flare.
Only once did doubt imprison
hold me fast -it made no sound.
And in a panic I relentless
did not trust what I had found.
I worried all about his past
of his life where I'd not been
I was envious of the life he had
was sad I didn't know him then.
Where love resides there is no void
no room for jealousy, distrust or doubt
Those evil thoughts destroy our lives
Doubt always tries to push love out.
But love it took up residence
within this hopeful heart
I will not envy where he's been
I consider 'now' our start.
After many months
Of living in secrecy, I now
want to show myself
to the world
I want to be known, yet
there’s something that
holds me back
I look at myself in the mirror
feeling content with the way I look
But I find myself still
staring at the mirror
And once again
I see the small teenage girl
trapped in darkness
I lose complete interest
I lose hope
I sit back and close my eyes
for a while
I reflect back into the past
remembering those tragic moments,
Those tragic days;
Those tragic months
My hands trembling and
My heart beating faster
I needed to face my fears
And here i am
Wandering through the streets
Of amsterdam
Still unsure about what i want
To do with my life
Looking from side to side but
Fear still resides inside me
I see in creases no others found
where souls seem low
and duty bound
where sparkle waits
in dreamlike states
amid anxious eyes
here her smile lies
I see in darkness under guise of moon
where beauty moves
no heart's immune
where kindness roams
alive in poems
held deep inside
my muse resides
Magical Mountain Where Blue Cat Resides
This Majestic mount made of magic stone;
I climbed every night as a lonely child.
Tall and regal, it stood there all alone,
symbol of a world fantastic and wild!
Atop the peaks in my racing night dreams,
I looked across earth's fantastic skies.
Resting below, forests and flowing streams
lay magic's realm where a blue cat resides.
Deep within each night's visionary quest,
I'd pray for family sleeping nearby.
Brave climber, courageous, daring his best
fantastic thrills rewards every night's try!
This Majestic mount made of magic stone
was conquered by a child of flesh and bone!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-08-2016
Painting number three
Poem number three Ekphrasis (sonnet)
Inspired by
(The Blue Cat by Pamela Colamn Smith 1907)
Debbie Guzzi's 10 for 10 challenge
Ekphrastic: Writing on Art and Art on Writing [this site ACCEPTS reprints] http://www.ekphrastic.net/submissions.html
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 98
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