Short Alighted Poems
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I alighted at the feet of the Cross
and laid down my luggage of loss.
Sin used to sting my peace within:
God has given the wisdom to war and win.
The pleasure of sin held me down;
the pain of its wages made me frown.
God saved me, and now I am whole;
Great is the God who saved my soul.
Wonder as the sentiment of a conjuring
Subtlety akin to morning
Glories, fall as snow remarked
In solemn note, a veil to reckon
Alighted through the spirit so chilling
The familiar light as a darkened compact
But as christening the bounty of hall
Would wait appealing to the homily
As done the dancing of the mood
we are delighted
that you have alighted
at our doorstep, signalling
need of vibrational hug loving
which we outpour from our heart
before you enliven us and then depart
setting in motion karmic cause and effect
that on next occasion we resume where we left
much love
09-July-2021
Mortal and pestle contesting
Dogs wagging
Girls chi chatting
The moon moaning
The night i is as cold as hell
Sweat eavesdropping from Mother's nerves
We the parasite take our queue
The black pot roars
The aroma whispers
As the pot alighted from the furnace
A mountain stood on my nose
The struggle began
Mouths sweating
Okra swelling.
Form:
There was something I wanted to say to you.
The thought of it came
Like a butterfly in a garden –
Seeking a bloom
It flitted about,
Then alighted momentarily
Before being distracted
By a neighboring flower.
Departing unsated
It followed the wind
To the next thought garden.
There is something I want to say to you.
What is it?
What is it?
McHuge a Love
McHuge a Love
ewe can no more beard an eagle than prove it means the world:
no sooner bald an eagle than anylyze a god;
yet GOD amazes us alighted or aloft:
and gives us faith so much
a verse eye found on a book of poetry
altered by this poet mee
in all humility for Heather and the ewe
my splendid love
still inside my aged heart
writ by Charlax Bard
After your butterfly alighted my dreams,
I never forgot your kiss,
You became the object of my vespers,
The refuge for my injured toiling chest.
I await your spectacle, your curtain call.
Your fragile teasing dance.
Like Groundhog Day, I predict your fluttering
Wings, the wavy flurry of your bowstrings,
Again and again.
What wonder comes next?
Are you counting down my dreams?
I looked out to a morning new
A cloudy dull affair,
Brightened some by dewdrops
That sparkled here and there.
Then from the gloom, a robin
He alighted on a tree.
A charming little fellow,
Who brought a smile to me.
Though the morn was dull
He sang a cheery tune,
My robin, he enchanted me
And chased away the gloom.
He cocked his little head
He looked, then flew away.
I asked myself, was he aware
He'd brightened up my day.
I want to tell you
Feeling of my heart
In four magical words
And want to make
A fluent communication
Between our hearts
Because both the heart
Are very keenly wanted
To know each other
May be the bless of god
Make a reach near your heart
And you understood
My sentiment and my emotion
Understood the holy feeling
And make affluent commutation
Understood you view is vital
To create alighted way
To give proper shape to future
To create a propitious way
On a withered branch
a crow has alighted—
nightfall in autumn.
O daring snail
climb Mount Everest
but slowly, slowly
A blank canvas
for thoughts to grow
a world within
Green moss on the stone,
a silent, soft, quiet growth,
sunlight finds a crack
The sun pours herself
in the sea, and half the world
overflow with light
Beauty rises high
not to be seen, but hope that
no other is seen
I hate hypocrites
know-it-alls, and worst of all
people who complain