Surrounding self with shells of snails,
You lie on warming shifting sand
Sifting through your open hand,
Adrift with tidal rifted swales.
Charting ebbs and flows of sun,
Wisps of clouds reveal the show
That hermit crabs and sea crows know
And quietly your brain has spun.
The waters turn, the tables, too,
As comfort’s found in sandy dunes,
And concert in gulls’ shrilly tunes,
Relentless though the ocean’s brew.
Emboldened by the sand and rock,
Self aligns with shale and shells,
Enchanted by the salted swells,
And Siren-like, the gulls’ sweet talk.
You’re only one of millions more,
As grains and shells and showers;
Though insignificant your powers,
Not so the strength found at the shore.
Steadfast again your peace survives,
Near broken on a hidden shoal;
Designed, determined to be whole,
In turbulence the soul revives.
Feb. 8, 2019
Enclosed Rhyme, Emile Pinet
Categories:
rifted, beach, endurance, introspection, ocean,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Soul has it's own self existence
face gets change in incarnations as per Karma
becomes good and happy in body
if performs universal Dharma
Dharma must be universal
like light that equals for all
light sends away all darkness
good conscience permits to no fall
life is for few years Ultimmost has gifted
needs to keep safe without being rifted
love is a purest sense speaks of Him
that's only needed to be real being
Categories:
rifted, faith, love, philosophy,
Form: Verse
Heavenly ablaze synthesis
in the jeep sea tide,
may the trophy of worldly word be my energy
in the name of the ordered Lord of my father
may at YOUR wish say, let it be as led in the name
of happening.. in great forth coming..
O lord, here I come for a rose..
so I begun to trace in a prose
lift my gift over a rifted valley
and sentence the whole world
in Your mercy...
arose you shall a-say
so shall be come..
Categories:
rifted, faith
Form: Free verse
In peril of life and limb while salt sea
Flamed with white wrath of sun, we fled hist'ry's fault
Leaving depleted islands to cry. We,
Mirage of colonial dream, our vault
Rifted of resources followed like fools
The pied piper of our stolen wealth, are
Now come face to face with minotaur rules
Building kingdom again without a star.
And what shall these picket fences keep out
Shall they klansmen councils of fire deflame
Or expunge the ancient and nagging doubt
Whether our manhood has value the same?
I who have traveled the same sea now twice
Shall not retreat nor die by being nice.
Categories:
rifted, black-african amer
Form: Sonnet