Our title is our service to God
Whatever you're doing right now
Whether good or evil deeds
Is the way out for your salvation
The grass cutter, the cook, the soul winner
Is the same degree as of the Minister
In the truest service to God
Obedience is the main criteria in His Kingdom
This is the gift of the fruit of the spirit
The fruit or the soul is the gift of identity
For the fruit is the wisdom of the spirit
We can make great things through faith
Great faith conquers and commands everything
For our service is our certificate to eternity.
A bugler stands silent and alone
Deep within the garden of stone
And as the first three notes sound
Echoing across this sacred ground
Resounding in the mourners’ ears
Stir each soul and summon tears
The bugler plays soft and slow
Twenty-four notes we all know
That in our souls resonate
They honor and commemorate
The Veteran we lay to rest
By whose service we were blest
With peace, safety, liberty
These things do not come free
So play bugler, sound the horn
Notes so soft yet so forlorn
Carried on the breeze aloft
Till lost in the evening soft
Till lost in the setting sun
A Veteran’s duty finally done
You're ever at my beck and call –
Perfection reflected from my mirror.
On a sail ~
A voyage that carries off my challenges.
All my sorrows and sadness ~
Locked away in your jail,
The yashmak of my despairs and desperation,
Along with all my worries and wailing.
Yet eye-service lurks beneath the veil.
One day a year to mark a sacrifice profound
One day a year to visit the ground
One day a year for the bugle to sound
One day a year a nation’s memory is found
Hardly enough for the terrible cost
Hardly enough for the lives that were lost
One day a year for the flags to adorn
One day a year the fallen to mourn
One day a year that honors our fallen
One day a year the nation is all in
Hardly enough for those left behind
Hardly enough is just being kind
Each day of the year they manned the wall
Each day of the year they served through it all
Each day of the year standing brave and tall
Each day of the year until the final fall
One day of the year to remember the valor
Hardly enough when measured by the pallor
Of the faces who bled and the families who suffer
So one day a year
One day a year
One day a year
Is hardly enough for
Duty
Honor
Sacrifice
Remember it all and never forget
For one day a year is all that they get
In the moonlight she held the amber planet
There were crackles but it held hope and love
Nothing was broken, it was a seasoned sage
A world where moonlight was welcomed
Kindness was honored and love was revered
The goddess held steady, balancing this world
Grateful to be of service
The cashier guessed I was 58
The bagger, less than that
They know how to make this shopper feel great
I’ll be shopping there every May 28
Duty bravely done,
Gratitude in hearts takes root,
Peace your lasting gift.
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I hear the flags whisper
Stiffened by a free wind
Blowing across a memory
Of friendship, of valor
Of sacrifice
Of freedom
Words like gentle rain,
But ground stays parched, no life springs,
Empty sound remains.
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Freedom ‘s In Love
Four feet on the porch. Arrive.
Red: the passionate roses a simile for the flush of a face. Alive.
Electrifying: each touch. empowering voltage generated in a glance.
Expression: whole self in soft adoration. a simplicity in the trance.
Destiny or Fate: the authors of internal tranquility and perfected symmetry.
Openness untold: a vision of faultless light through the lens of predestined chemistry.
Made the journey: a home named “Unity.”
‘Simplicity in harmony: major chords shunning even minor punity
Initials etched in a heart:
Never shall they be apart.
Service ‘s In Love
Setting out, four feet out the door,
Every step is a battle, finding peace amidst war
Right, left, right, opposite as the poles… even so
Varied in nature, a YELL and a Whisper… even so
Intentionally afloat, breathing by will… yet together
Cunning as a fox, free like a bird…yet together
Each love is a journey, true love stopped was never sown
‘Seasons of sorrow, those of pain, the sky’s tears blending with one’s own
Initials end the same,
Never alone though in pain…
——— erogenous poem ———
——— slides off the tip of my tongue ———
——— spoken incursive ———
Who can detain me?
Unless I allow myself?
It's all right in here...
I sat on a chair completely nervous
to know where I would do my youth service.
Then came the rudest shock of my whole life,
I'd have to go up north where strifes were rife.
I didn't even try to change the posting,
I was downcast as many were boasting,
that they'd have a pleasant year of favour.
Me, it'd be a year of wasted labour.
At the camp, I hated all that I saw,
Even my strangeness was greeted with awe.
House flies may probably be their best friends,
because they surround their foods in their tens.
The harsher weather was too much for me,
Even, with dressing one can't be carefree.
Everywhere I went there, there was tension.
Trouble seemed to come by its mere mention.
I resigned to fate till one fateful day,
When my surname sake came to where I stay,
to ask if perchance we're from the same place.
And t'was a family tree we could trace.
She then introduced me to her father,
who knew my father without much bother.
So, in a strange land where all hopes were lost.
I met my lost cousin without a cost.
There are aberrations we wish to correct,
in this lucid dream of life to sets wrongs right
but since we know the law of cause and effect,
fulcrum of our actions must be from the light.
Setting up love’s intent wave, in the vast void,
essence of soul’s presence, pure and unalloyed,
co-creates thus with God, strobes of light divine,
designed to transform souls who choose to align.
Conscripting my dreams
attacking my doubts
Each wish is a soldier
whose loyalty shouts
Enlisting new feelings
with hope as my guide
A liege to the future
— where time will abide
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
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