A darling, a sweetheart
We agree to disagree and become carefree
Cupid's dart!
In sorrows, joys
We share all, over a coffee
Our poise!!
Tranquil
Life glows in glee
Fill!!!
A darling, a sweetheart
We share all, over a coffee
Fill!!!
COME AND SIP WITH ME
My cup overflows…
I’m sipping from its saucer—
God’s cistern pouring:-
Silver light from sister stars,
Splitting beams across the dark,
Softly lending what it has,
Spilling gold upon the plain,
Striking chords of quiet grace,
Showing how the cosmos gives,
Silent love that binds us all.
SHARING WHAT’S BEEN SHARED
In these warring times,
We can’t be indifferent;
God’s waiting on us:-
Let’s become empathetic:
Seeking guidance from our God:-
Blessed with God’s wisdom,
Courage and serenity,
Let us get to work:-
In labors of love, it’s time
For sowing and reaping peace:-
Let’s no longer be afraid;
Bombing wars can’t match God’s love.
Remember, practicing love is one thing;
But living love becomes another thing.
Practicing war must be brought to an end;
Living in love’s peace must become eternal:-
Remember and be encouraged by the blessed scriptures:
“And let the peace that comes from Christ rule…your hearts.
For as members of one body you are called to live in peace…”
Likewise, in thanksgiving prayer, also be forever inspired
In knowing “God blesses those who…[labor]...for peace,
For they will be called the…[blessed]...children of God.”
To yield the cloistered secrets
held silent in forbidden
caverns of the heart
is more an act of loving
than all the gifts of pleasure
a virgin wife imparts.
In love, to trust another
with thoughts, the molten treasure
mined from deep within,
is giving more of self than
kisses in the moonlight
or soft embrace had ever been.
Only when thy spirits dance in bright dreams,
Shall thy great team flourish by living streams!
'Tis our heart's aim to labor with steadfast
Spirit; the goal, we are nearing it.
Firstly, we aim to do earnest teamwork.
Then give great ideas in modern, new birth.
Everyone there needs to share energy.
To keep thriving in mutual synergy.
Only when you're all dreamily alive.
Will your great team 'Walking Live' truly thrive.
Members know they must always remain clear.
And never forget to carry oak gear.
One day or another, they'll be running.
In the meantime, they need to be stunning.
Their bronze eyes, symbolically summarized.
Knowing now what they've always theorized.
That honest kindness,
As well as helpfulness,
Determine their readiness,
To survive on celestial blue-green marbles seamlessly!
We seek to join our hands in earnest toil,
Then breathe great thoughts into this fruitful soil.
That simple truth and grace,
With mutual succour in this place,
Doth provide readiness with goals,
To dwell where azure groves and emerald balls roll,
Walking live!
There
may seem
a sharing
of what cannot
be described and
cannot be denied
(Presence?)
appearing as
each of us
sharing the
mystery~~
May we be blessed
whenever we see someone afraid of falling…
afraid of what that fall might bring…
that we put them on our shoulders
and share with them…our wings…
And equally blessed when we are afraid of falling
afraid of what that fall might bring
that someone will put us on their shoulders
and share with us…their wings.
Oh where would all the world now be
without any people writing poetry?
Would it not be like some desert land
without the water of an oasis on hand?
And how could it ever possibly survive
if anybody around didn't really strive
to give something of themselves back
in making the place better and not lack
all those things it didn't have before
brought out through our mind's door?
Or leave behind some lasting impression
for those coming after our current session
is what most are here trying to achieve
and the world of all its troubles relieve.
How could anyone then just fail to see
the real person they were meant to be?
It may seem strange but true to say
we do all look forward to that day.
Though there may also happen to be
some others who think they are free;
from all those things they know bind
serving only as some burden of a kind
by not making any positive contribution
towards the overall progress or solution
of that which is held as the desired goal
and also the main objective of one's role.
Yes, where would all the world really be
if people didn't have time to write poetry?
__________________________
I adore your smile,
your wit, and your style;
You've shown me life can be fun.
Soulmates and best friends,
bonded till time ends;
Our souls have morphed into one.
And your aura gleams
as bright as sunbeams,
guiding my soul with its light.
You've taught me to laugh,
fought on my behalf,
and cuddle close every night.
Love flows from your heart;
it has from the start,
no one's as loving as you.
Your heart is unique,
mild-mannered, and meek,
with a compassionate view.
Two halves of a whole,
we share but one soul,
forever sealed with a kiss.
Cupid's aim was true
as His arrow flew,
guided by feelings of bliss.
Your hair is floral
Your bones are coral
Your saliva wine
I love your spice not swine
You face is a facet
The Art of Love
If you want your bond to forever stay,
Learn forgiveness in the kindest way.
Let go of grudges, set your pride aside,
For love to flourish, let compassion guide.
Sacrifice you'll offer, day by day,
Put your own wants gently out of play.
Sometimes you'll yield, though it stings to lose,
In giving ground, stronger ties you'll choose.
Get used to sharing what you hold so dear,
Your time, your dreams, your heart without fear.
The spotlight splits, no more a solo gleam,
Together shining, building one bright beam.
Share your mind's depths, body, soul, and all,
No walls to hide behind, no fear to fall.
Be vulnerable, let your secrets flow,
In openness, true intimacy grows.
Leave solitude's comfort, embrace the change,
Let I become we, in love's wide range.
These lessons learned will weave your fates as one,
A lasting love beneath the moon and sun.
For growth together marks the path that's true,
How long you'll last depends on what you do.
In sacrifice and sharing, you'll endure,
A love that’s deep, eternal, and secure.
@----->----
Kindness is so cool,
Sharing peace and light through day,
Gift for the gifting......
FREELY SOWING, REAPING, AND SHARING
(A Water Breaking poetic flow)
I
Inked words are sown…
Images germinated…
A haiku is reaped…
II
Reaping a haiku,
Continue to impregnate;
Sowing a tanka:
Let germinating words fruit
With divine wisdom’s guidance:-
III
Sowing
The
Word
Is
Free
Likewise
Is
Reaping:
We
Reap
What
We
Sow
As
We
Gather
And
Share
Enlightenment
With
Prime
Peace
And
Supreme
Love
Nourishing
The
Onderful
Oneness
Of
The
Onement
Of
Blooming
Awareness
Healing:-
SHARING GOD’S SHARED POURED WORDS
For me,
Penning poetic words,
Is a desired labor of love;
Sharing life’s awareness
Of the guided wisdom
Poured out of God’s cistern
To wave and froth inspiration;
And the beauty
Of it all
Is that God’s cistern
Is eternally overflowed
With such frothing words;
Energizing
Thirsty searching souls
And strengthening
Our tested spirits
With His peace
Love and healing grace;
And I pray
My poetic well
Will continue
To be flooded
With buckets
Of hydrating words;
And when God
Retires me
I pray
My keloid
Clanging echoes
Will continue
To quench
Inspirational thirst:-
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