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Tranquil hideaway_ halcyon water
A peaceful place for adopted daughter
His special child, who loves the glistening
On leaves, blooms; thanks accepter
Mountain trail; Spirit accompanying
Pastoral scene my Father listening
His loving hands are so very gentle
Words so loving come, none are abashing
Being at this place not accidental
Total faith in Him; no abandoning
Thanks for harmonious soothing corner
Gentle hands, voice, His Spirit abiding
Interlocking Ruaiyat
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The cold damp day seemed so awry
as rain was falling from the sky;
the thoughts within his mind distraught
with memories of times gone by.
His hopeful dreams were filled with fraught
as reasons deep within he sought
to understand the meaning of
the lessons that his dad had taught.
But now no lessons preached thereof
the meanings of this life and love
for somewhere deep within the mist
his father watched him from above.
Alone with no one to assist
begin the struggles to exist
he now must face within his spheres,
and all his inner strength enlist.
He’s hidden all his deepest fears
as raindrops mixed with salty tears
cascading down his pallid cheek
while mourning all those long-lost years.
May 18, 2022
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They gives a us a voice, but don't want us to speak.
The president's black I bet he doesn't write his own speech.
Words that he speaks come the people that keep in unequal,
D.C. is evil the future is bleak.
Unless among us is a Malcolm X
All for one and together we're stronger than the rest.
My mother strong ,God is our Father
Jesus Piece lays on my chest.
Moment of truth what's left to be said,
word is bond
nothing is worth more than respect.
Which needs to be earned
shots fired so I'm hitting the deck.
Deep in the street cracks is where secrets are kept,
Nikes on the feet of the ones who keep running for checks.
Turnt cheek to the causalities take a deep....
Breath after breath, war between us, love lost in between deaths.
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“On earth, mother is face of God ~
Urging us to give love our nod”
~ quote by poet
Transcendence which is non-dual,
light eternal where holds God’s rule,
is wherefrom our soul self-aware,
to grow in love, comes to earth school.
Polarised, love with love does pair,
Divine Mother providing care,
whilst God or Father, is vast space,
the plain truth, as scriptures declare.
Our Mother holds us in embrace,
bestowing upon us God’s grace,
so that we learn to stand erect,
heart purified, of sin no trace.
That we may choose pathways correct,
love divine makes head-heart connect,
whereupon wakes up, dormant soul
and God’s light, begins to reflect.
Mother’s touch alone, makes us whole,
guiding our soul, in its life role.
The Mother is Holy Spirit,
light most exalted, monks extol.
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We supplicate her when we mourn
She is the rose and we the thorn
to those who sorrowfully grieve
alone, bewildered and forlorn
She offers sinners a reprieve
and comforts sad hearts that aggrieve
Lifts us up when we're feeling down
In her we must deeply believe
She can remove a worried frown
Rescue us when we start to drown
Grant us the courage to endure
A saving grace without a crown
Humbly, do we pray to ensure
our faith is virtuous and pure
This Christian virtue we should seek
For hope we pray. God, we adjure
He blesses the modest and meek
who are weary, fragile and weak
But with hope as a dividend
our lives will no longer look bleak
On our Lord's love we can depend
Hope He provides as a godsend
to ease fears and anxieties
God is our Father and our Friend
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Grateful to God for blessings' flow
My heart radiates praises glow
Exalting Him with worship zest
Joyfully vanquishing guilt-blow.
Thanking* the Lord with goodness' best
My soul abides in His love, blest
To trek on contentment terrain
Ascending toward service-crest.
Conquering grievous dearth-filled strain
My faith seeks for provisions rain
The Creator grants by grace might
To abound midst thanksgiving-reign.
Triumphant by Saviour's light
My spirit basks in grateful sprite
Reaching-out, sharing wondrous hope
Assured with love, peace, truth and right.
Fulfilling roles midst prayer slope
My life cleaves to gratitude rope
Around vibrant partnership bliss
Warm inside Christ's compassion scope.
*Ephesians 5:20 - Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.
June 1, 2022
1st place, "Rubaiyat" Interlocking Rubaiyat Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; Judged on 6/13/2022.
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My father was killed in an aircraft accident on the Aircraft Carrier Intrepid CVA-11 which is now retired in the New York harbor. I was considered to be a 14 year old war orphan. I am a retired Veteran and Federal Civil Service Employee. I have completed over 500 poems on Poetry Soup with each one having an average of 12 lines
in iambic. Your August 16th Poem of the Day was mine about Robin Williams.
Two of my other poems have received an honorable mention from you. Other poets have thanked me for the support they received from me in the form of my poems. My poems have supported their efforts to write poems and stay on Poetry Soup. Based on this, I think that you have a great idea in giving me a Lifetime Membership in Poetry Soup. I think that it is a brilliant thought you have there. James Thesarious Hilarious Horn jthorn5656@gmail.com just like you. Keep a running total of poems for us to see would also be interesting. Anyone out there. Whatever I can do to encourage and motivate you to write poems and stay on Poetry Soup, I would be glad to do so.
More suggestions and ideas should be sent ot Poetry Soup.
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Have known many kinds of love and deep grief,
love has drifted away a withered leaf;
and my sad tears could fill the oceans blue,
death has come many times as a life thief.
My love buried by an angel statue,
his black tombstone is covered with mildew;
the deaths just keep coming with no relief,
I buried baby with a teddy new.
When I lost my mother I was shattered,
my heart broken in pieces and tattered;
for my mother was my anchor and glue,
and life became meaningless words scattered.
Each day I wear a mask of joy and glee,
so no one will know the sadness of me;
too many friends and family adieu,
father and grandma also souls set free.
So many pet cats I loved gone above,
each flew to heaven on wings of a dove;
when I think of them I become sad too,
the feelings for pets is a special love.
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February 24, 2022
Poetry/Rubaiyat/Heartbroken Forever
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1433-460-24
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Some Broken Hearts Never Heal
sponsor, Faraz Ajmal, Judged 03/21/2022
First Place
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My Father Your Father Our Father-Prayer
My guardian and protector, from the evils of deception
I thrive in your presence, by learning from your correction
The past present and future, you are the connection
My life has purpose, when others see your reflection
I lift my hands, to the “Ancient of days.”
Allow me to walk, in the counsel of your ways.
Accept my offering, as I give you praise.
Let my tongue be honourable, in every phrase.
I have strayed from the path, that you gave
Without you, I’m destined for the grave
To my desires, I’ve been a slave
Transform my weakness, please make me brave.
I am unworthy, I know it is true
Nothing in this world, compares to you
Seeing through your eyes, the world is new
You are perfection, in all that you do.
Some seek to find you, through the words of the Koran
Others choose the Bible to learn of your plan
My understanding is finite for I am just a man
Help me to be humble, please reveal all you can
Fulfill my desire, exchange bitter for sweet
At the waters of baptism, we shall meet
My direction each step, please guide my feet
You give me breath, you make my heart beat.
It is another beautiful poem in collaboration with Dear Richard.
Thanks for his nice efforts in shaping this beautiful pray.
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Fairy Hills are gone, with his curse, ruined.
Can this hero be greater than her sin?
Did Father, forgive? He was her desire -
Oh Tam Lin, of stories, you beguile again!
Woods are now suburbs, we are far from home.
Slip into their minds, creep behind their roam.
Past’s visions will be life’s reality.
Legend leads us where fool's hearts cleave and comb.
Climb into their world, leave behind your woes.
Hide ‘neath trembling leaves from past pains and foes.
Search their soulful tale, embrace ecstasy.
Taste the nectar sweet where flowers did grow.
Open light forbids you and I to share
intimacy of our skin warm and bare.
Like those lover's torn, l hold your heart and hands,
softened by light eyes under dark brown hair.
Oh just like Tam Lin, I’d save you again,
far from city's eyes, we’ll live in the glen.
A woman and a girl, I'm with child of yours,
standing brave with you, our love, I’ll defend!
Our lovechild kicking strong beneath my heart
is condemned by those who want us apart.
She connects our love, forbidden by two worlds
as we plan our lives making a new start.
Fairy Hills are gone, with our curse, ruined.
Are we two heroes now greater than our sin?
I forgive myself; in our joy, I’m free -
With tolerance and love, doors will be opened!
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God with His grace reigns in my sigh* story
allowing relief-breath of victory
that grants pardon goodness from confessed sins
midst overwhelming guilt-filled misery.
In my anxieties causing grievous pain
sigh of complaints can’t deny my soul strain
acknowledged with own human nature flaws
needing the Lord’s comfort toward peace gain.
Impatient yearnings trigger panic sighs
making my blood pressure notably rise
as emotions swell against fear attack
hence, the Saviour I call for wise advice.
For stable health that sighs well-being, blest
my body enjoys Christ’s strengthening zest
inhaling and exhaling properly
exercising upon stamina-test.
Achievements expel sighs of fulfillments
my faith aspires in reaching-out moments
serving the Master by His love and might
conscious of limitations’ impairments.
Bondings with special child release sigh bliss
while witnessing his milestones I can’t miss
marked by self-control, combatting seizures
surely the Father above does notice.
Sighs of sweet trust conclude my everyday
fellowshipping with best Friend all the way
expressing gratitude, worship, and praise
for answered prayers --- whether yea or nay.
*Lamentations 1:11 All her people sigh, they seek bread; they have given their pleasant things for meat to relieve the soul: see, O LORD, and consider; for I am become vile.
July 13, 2021
9th place, "What Makes You Sigh..." Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 7/14/2021.
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o seeker read these words and weep
for thy soul so still asleep
as yet unawakened to
this world of love divine and deep
o seeker hear these words and sigh
thy soul and god are ever nigh
divided by the doors of mu
unopened 'til the day we die
unless by dint of effort one
may bring the doors of mu undone
enjoying thus enlightenment
ye lama, sufi, saint or nun
what is the point of seeking this
when life is won by kill or kiss
and pleasure reaps its own reward
why bother with eternal bliss?
yet the mystic path endures
the sacred flame divine allures
the love of truth and wisdom high
even though all love injures
o seeker fill thy heart with joy
all pain dissolves if thou employ
the wisdom of which masters speak
to each and every girl and boy
o seeker fill thy mind with wonder
if ye hear the sound of thunder
understand the lightning strikes
to split the living tree asunder
for if the living tree survive
rent to the heart exposed alive
what might it say to bears about
the bee, the honey and the hive?
so can thy soul be struck by love
from below or from above
when the bolt is from the hand
invisible without the glove
ember in the hearth of home
star of truth high in the dome
hand of divine destiny
pearly shell become the comb
mother earth and father sky
long ago created i
living songline living still
o seeker dost thou wonder why?
o seeker pray and meditate
live and love and contemplate
render naught to worthy not
raise thy children true and straight
o seeker sing a soft refrain
perceptive be and still remain
turn the blade of vagary
with harmony for love to reign
is life through which we fleeting pass
a grain of sand inside the glass
or the eye that sees it fall
compassionate despite the farce?
how great the beauty so sublime
of poesy replete with rhyme
harmonic of the simple truth
transcending bonds of mortal time
i heard thee calling from afar
ahura mazda avatar
keeper of the sacred flame
sent through the doors of time ajar
thy silent voice so sentient
spake words of wisdom and lament
once heard in kingdoms of the rose
still written in the roses scent
simple message yearning for
one open heart from evermore
light on water musical
perfumed garden, divine law
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