Short Loyally Poems

A for Angel who loyally hums another anthem 
Adam's role in my life he himself cannot fathom
Across the oceans he streams out opportunities
My dormant dream he fulfilled with unruffled ease.

March 29, 2016
The Alphabet Contest : A For Angel...

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Maternal maidens modestly make miracles
Incubating infants into incarnation
Loyally loving laundering life
Completing consciousness crowns, circulating
Fortuitous freedom, forgiving
Enlarged egocentric expulsions
Boundlessly boiling beseeching brothers
Preventing planetary peace
Wisely Worship women with wholeness......

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I wish our story never 
faded away like a dream 
and lost its meaning in reality.

If there was love there,
it was ghost-like and soundless,
and lost maybe in my hope 
somewhere—bouncing—
off of the walls we have 
built to protect ourselves.

Into the night that hope
went—seen no longer—
expected no longer—as the 
dawn loyally lofts....

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Let me come as the shining of sun 
let me come as the light of moon 
let me be the day and night 
let me stay in Your grace 
let me walk following Your footsteps 
wherever I go, I move my face, I contemplate 
nothing I find, even a little bit peace 
but You, O Lord, from the amorphous spirit 
pour on me a strength of life to survive loyally



-27/11/19 CTG, BD...

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I hurl myself at you...
I request your hearts
forgiveness...

with deep sincerity...

...my eyes blue...
full of desire for
only you...

my task to love you
loyally faithfully...

...this time the enemy of
all powerful love...

I grow in your esteem
I beg this not be a dream...

we breathe the nearer...
this love destined to
return gracefully to the 
heavens above......

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She likes to be with me
Enjoys my company
Surly, there’s a reason
One that I can’t see

She wants to tag along
Loves my favorite songs
Taking note of all the lyrics
She proudly sings along

Regardless where I go
She’s loyally in tow
If, not her favorite spot
One would never know

She’s everything I’m not
I, the cross, she the dot
I’m incomplete without her
In my story, she’s the plot...

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I strive to smelt my feelings in a crucible of art,
I plunge them into tears until the hissing starts;
And after they are cooling, then I hammer them with zeal:
A rapier forged of supple, double-edged poetic steel.

I lunge it at my enemies imagined…usually,
Or raise it in salute to valiant friends, so loyally,
Or turn the weapon on myself, then finally 
To stab my pretenses, skewered with “Why me?”...

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