I meet you in dim interface.
A dashboard of quiet, pulsing vows.
You arrive, woman-shaped, wing-hushed.
Concern in your eyes: clean gravity.
I am the rugged witness, alone.
Marked by loss, driven by ember.
Yet your beauty binds my wrists.
Gentle chains, sung under breath.
Command me, heavenly creature, now.
Not with thunder—only steady light.
Let your glance govern my pulse,
and still the feral engines inside.
I have walked poison sands, fire-tempest.
I have drunk cheap fire, laughed.
Marvel bled; the self was prison.
You open it with quiet mercy.
Rapture me, until I'm whole.
Not frenzy—an epic calm ascending.
Love, finish what longing began.
Make my ruin a resonant oath.
I yield, yet rise in yielding.
Trust grows fanged; loyalty grows wings.
Under your concern, I endure.
Under your concern, I become.
long, the shadows with morning dew
herringbone clouds like gossamer lace
airbrushed above on the blazing blue
blooming as morn on your angel face
sunrise enchanter with skin, unleaven
tenderly daubed with a kiss ... of heaven.
November 7, 2025
For the “Bite Size Contest Number 127” Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor
Sublime intoxication!
Behold the fiery seraph -
molten heart overflowing with zeal,
fearless eyes shining -
cutting through reality like a laser,
shying away from nothing.
She only sees the Truth.
Pure and radiant.
Beautiful ... and well aware of her beauty.
She would burn the world for you;
chase down all impurity and destroy it with fiery sword.
She would consume herself for you.
Submit herself to the fire at your command.
Service from a heart of strongest will.
Offered to you freely. Knowingly. Passionately.
If she is not enough,
she would do all within her power
to become what pleases you.
She trusts you.
Angel. Phoenix. Fire.
Who am I, my God and King,
that you have entrusted such a wondrous gift to me?
My soul ... my fireheart.
19 March 2024
Three letters one word, one sentence
One idea, one ideal, one sequence
of generating generated art that even AI
cannot duplicate because I
just tried to use ChatGPT to compose
This soliloquy and please before you start, those
of you that think for me to do so is fraud-like
There’s little for me about you to like
And you see the real issue here, the problem
lies when you try to use the system
because how will you begin to describe a rose?
Is it the smell, the name, the beauty, the function? All those
are all multilayered and you can’t just slam it a name
Beautiful. Damn it's not just the same.
And that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you
Refined, elegant, intelligent, beautiful, mon Dieu
It’s not just something I could label with one word
One of those of which you’ve heard
That they eclipse the sun wherever they are
While others walk on the moon, they are the star
Like the purple gold of the bolivianita
Brilliance all colliding in the chiquitita
It’s a great an honor for me you see
That this seraph knows me
And if I was to give her a face a being
Joy, joy that’s her thing.
Til the last sword-like flicker
Keeps, as 'twere defended
As much as spellbound.
Camp fire's, not only. That starred
Above. Dread nights confound.
Or that, bare wick-held, staves off
What have, for phantom thoughts
Efformed; to assail.
This godsend. This seraph, Light.
O'er Death will prevail.
He was flaming when he alighted in my mind
I was horrified, not realizing I had a talent
You have two he informed me
And I am the patron judge of both
I decided to look him up later
Pay attention! He said.
You are to write; I rolled my eyes.
And paint! He said this with a mean glare.
I was terrified; wondering if I had lost my mind.
Begin! He commanded.
I began to jot scribbles onto a pad.
He tore them up. Made me begin over and over.
Finally said “Let’s start with painting”.
I was relieved I did not have a single drop of paint.
my seraph;
little cherub,
just born,
happy birthday!
congratulations
on first breath
of life;
that first cry...
oh, my!
so wondrous
to witness!
sleep on, peacefully.
oh, the pitter-patter
of...
such cute little feet!
(yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
Line 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Date Written: 06/23/2020
Seraph
My heart was alight when I got your card.
A note that announced you were flying.
You were taking a chance and
stepping out into the light.
Your wings held up I assure you,
by His mighty hand.
You deserve the very best of everything.
You have done such great works for so many.
I want to tell you this clearly, so that you will be sure.
Do not write off one moment of the time that you spent.
It was worth while,
and made changes to endlessly, numerous, “un-countable’s,”
those that have no voice now or may never,
those that needed and relied on an angel…sent from Him.
Grace.
Your name and His will,
a perfect and wondrous plan for your life.
Everyone is not a number, you made that clear.
All had a face, and were important.
I know why “He” made you…
who you are…
even if you are sometimes sweetly unsure.
The gentlest voice in the storm,
ever saying prayers beneath your breath…
Clearly the purpose of your aim,
is the value of the passage.
The lesson;
Grace for the journey.
Jesus the destination.
Sometimes God brings his angels lives to an end, so its unfortunate that I have to say goodbye to my friend, a love taken far too soon, a good reason for grief to consume, but I will not mourn your death I will celebrate your life, a loving caring sister daughter mother & wife, a kind word & your name were never few or far between, & I think you have most beautiful smile I have ever seen, you gave yourself & sacrificed every second of your time, now you are looking down on me & I know that I will be just fine, goodbyes are always so hard to formulate so I know I'll see you again & we'll celebrate
Night skies sighted one brilliant star afar.
Love arrives, to change people's lives.
Heavenly seraph play, throughout the day.
12/6/2018
Dedicated to Vienna Bombardieri
Perpetual beauty as such leaves me flawed,
It holds me in its rhythm, entranced,
My reason for, my ardour,
My pride deepens, my valour romanced.
Frozen in time, fatherhood sublime,
You hold my heart and capture my being,
You are the meaning, the reason I survive,
I will always be there for my girls, empyrean.
As the sand falls, I’ll be my all,
Until I’m gone an am nothing but dust,
I will cherish you all until I am called,
My love for you, as always robust.
Time turns black
outer sparks are seen
the pearl gleams perfectly
dreams serenely come to pass
celestial seraphs
flying in the name of duty
watch over all
who are in reverie
carrying powers of imagination
to design a zone
for an artistic tomorrow
Seraph ( sonnet )
Oh Seraph loving celestial being
Through clouds you tiptoed ,finger playing harp strings
Long and short stroking , affecting my heartstrings
Fine looking maiden with bejewelled eyes
Porcelain skinned , golden trusses i espied
(Alas you stole my heart with no thought shown
Ripping shred from shred torn as if your own )
Alive with grace she strode dignity in dance
My heart did pound as i await her advance
Feverish sweat I did perspire should she pass
I caught her eye she welcomed me at last
She slid beside loving with tender blithe
I write this sonnet for you my darling
Oh Seraph loving celestial being
thank you
The Sober Seraph
I had been to my doctor is always a female I have no choice
Said I was too heavy – her words- I had to slim down a bit
Skipped lunch had soup in a café where everyone sat
Starring at their I-Phones and didn`t see what I saw and angel
Stopping a man from going into a bar
I could see they were arguing the man took a step backwards
The angel won the argument and disappeared, the man
Came into the café and drank orange juice, his mien was dark,
But then lightened up he was safe…for now
He is one of the unfortunate for whom a glass of wine is one
Too many and a bottle is not enough if he listen to what his
The angle says, the inner voice of love, he should be safe.
A-sharp bends backwards the strings of my broken lyre
I hurtle towards Earth
In swan-dive defiance of God
crashing through an ocean of prayer
as all Heaven watches, aghast
I breathe in the toxic fumes of the city
leaping from rooftop to rooftop
as naked creatures, bold and ugly
wander the streets stealing souls
like some demented carnival
I spurn the prayer palaces of the prud'homme
like the ear-piercings of an off-key choir
I keep counsel with the pain of men
guided to battlefields
where souls are spent foolishly
I hold them in my arms
and wear their blood, listening
as they search for meaning
with their last dying breath
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