I wrote a story
About love and life,
My life, my love
All the memories, some strife
I wrote of joy,
There was peace and praise
Hearts were broken
But love would always amaze
I wrote of wonders,
So many reasons
For heartfelt smiles,
All those seasons!
I wrote of dreams
It’s hard to believe
All those treasures
I just couldn’t conceive
I wrote of grief
That came from caring
Suffering and tears
My soul I was sharing
I wrote of a lifetime
Of prayer and hope
So many changes
I found ways to cope
I wrote of beauty
In the starlit nights
Beautiful music
In the still morning lights
I wrote of knowing
How it feels to mourn
My heart is comforted
Despite this pain I’ve worn
I wrote of blessings,
Some days were so good
Every season of life
I’ve known, I’ve understood…
It is Jesus who tells me
What it means to know
The love that is with me
Love that gives a soft glow
But that final page,
The page when I’m gone
I can’t write that chapter,
It’s an ending not yet drawn.
When God tells my story,
After death has taken me home
I know that final page
Will be so amazing… sweet shalom!
As the sea with storm
I will not build my love in a day like Rome
But I will be your home
When the sunset hits , I will be in the room
Nurturing you every time
On your side
And never change my form
[TO THE DEAR]
I
Without pure hands, heart, I lift Creation
Yet to be blessed by you and The Son
II
Poets dig deeper, shun easier, rhyme & reason
We ingest atoms from ancestors, Star Children
I
A poem is struggling within
Finished and unfinished, a thin
Line of demarcation. I mark your words
They germinate, but like swords
Diction bears contradictions in wombs
Some do good, some usher us to tombs
II
So, it's not love or hate, not that mix
I'm struggling to let it out, find a fix
For what ails my soul. My heart happy
My will, patience strong, streets unhappy
The environment - a topic for another day -
Is it my conscience, aesthetic sense & sway
That irk me, as evening & sunset beckon
Yet your words like 'silence' & waves & skies beckon
If I write of True Peace, true coexistence, His creation
Will I abort the poem, or meaning, deLiGHTful Imagination
Praise Mind of all minds: Supermind!
Spirit of all salutary spirits: Come Holy Spirit
O Spine of all prophetic spines: Superspine!
Poet & poetess with gospel of shalOm: Superpoet
I
We all enjoy some peaceful moments & this is a basis to think more deeply about greater peace but for those who have no moment of peace and shalom to remember, they may lack pegs upon which to hang ideas of such positive feelings and fraternity.
II
We learn from Dr. M. L. King Jr. that quietness is NOT peace.
III
Peace is a porridge, or stew, if you may
You will need to prepare - no other way
To wish the menu to suddenly shew
Had we bought or grown ingredients few
We may begin to approximate the meal
But ants versus crickets reveals the deal:
Industry will welcome winter; carefree lives
Expect magic: good food or Peace to thrive
I
Humpty Trump-ty scaled a wall
Humpty Trump-ty had a great fall
He blamed it on Dem and others
Dems held off cussing; US family, brothers
Did Humpty Trump-ty think Eden, First Fall?
II
We all ought to learn to take
Intermission, even at election, that break
To center ourselves, anchor with soul
Ponder space, our place, become Whole
Or repeat Humpty Trump-ty's mistake
My Shalom
I bow down,
And cometh to you, O'Lord.
For I found a precious Friend,
That I can assure.
I should not be afraid to walketh,
As I leaned on,
Thy unfailing promises.
Whom thy thine heart abides,
Your divine trust.
For you,
O'Lord is pure and just!
Written by:
RMV tatchvrg 2021
Aphorisms, rather than EPIGRAMS (Choices are many in "forms of Poetry")
1. Happiness is not wanting to get what you dream of;
Happiness is wanting what you already HAVE now.
2. LISTEN. Always work on listening skills, for OPPORTUNITY often knocks very softly.
(DEO). shalom, shalom. ShalOM
(Ask me about why Jesus is so real to me, about SHALOM).
MY FIRST DIMINISHED HEXAVERSE (with apologies for fumbling)
I
Unless underlying
Peace is our bedrock
Surface war delude
As beneath strong waves
Oceans are at peace
II
Shalom, siblings
Good Creation
Designer God
IS and named: Peace
III
Recall nuns
Cloisters call
Of Peace, Ohh
IV
They know something TRUE
We sometimes do too
V
F L O W
--
NOTE: In Line #3, I ought to have written "Surface wars delude," or "Surface war deludes." Would it have affected the syllable count? I was unsure ...
North Korea will not be bombed
Because it is not a muslim nation
Oh? This upsets you ... facts do
If you want world peace
Try being peaceful and open here
Not so self-centered, your poems must score 7
Even when they have not been spell-checked,
And you show your puny muscles by ganging up
In ethnic enclaves, cussing your Creator
On this Christian poetry site ...
So you want world peace?
Read the poems of Eileen Manassian,
not mine.
If we can't spare a minute to understand a writer here
Please spare me the colonial mind making pretense at poetry
Pesky Emotions
Enter My Rest, the Book of Hebrews said. Hosanna, I said.
I love peace and shalom; then, sometimes, I am so alone
Hours in praise and song ... felt the touch of the Spirit
Wished we might go on and on; but then, Should I not eat?
You know this: for no reason, out of season
A restlessness possesses one’s soul: nothing is wrong
But a gnawing sense of not being better, not loving all –
Most of all, not truly forgiving; wrinkled faces recalled
From tombstones laid down decades ago. Who moved?
Was it God? Perhaps it was my deceased father ...
(But he had been cremated; I flew to his country that February)
Was it my mother, my grandfathers, or my adorable grandmother?
So much love, so much hurt, so much wealth, and now poverty ....
© Anil Deo, 03272017
Sweet woman of Yahweh
sing to me
the Song of Songs
song of love
with kisses of wine.
I desire you
as Adam desired Eve
primordial affection
this knowledge I seek of you
my beloved one.
You are dark and beautiful
but grace alone is deceitful
beauty by itself ever so vain
you my love possess both
coupled with the fear of Yahweh
for you are deserved of praise.
I seek you
when dusk turns to night
Shabbat
the remnants of daylight
is in your eyes
leaving a kiss of the days memory.
Let us read from the books of Zohar
we are surrounded
by the Kabballat angels
where the Shabbat Queen
restores our love each week.
Oh my love
suspended are we
between the secular
and the sacred.
Almighty God has created
this wonderful world for us
in radiant shards and sparks of light
tonight we tend our souls.
Come let us embrace the Kaballah
I draw for you
a most wonderful mandala
for my darling
a dream is dreamed three times.
The evening is upon us
I see over your shoulder falling
your hair in serpent like ringlets
your black hair is twisted
to allure you to me
my new found lover
Shabbat Shalom....
Peace like a bright rainbow
Descends upon all lands
Music of unearthly beauty
is heard
Eyes shine brightly
while everyone feels joy
Think I'll say Shalom
to everyone I meet
I'll dance and take part
in the growing mystical joy!
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