Short Reverently Poems
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I trembled when I realized his intent
Bodies clinging, we swam fathoms deep
surrendering to each other as lovers
passionately torrid, yet reverently tender
Became Their Slave
To both God and Son became Their slave;
My mind and soul to them reverently gave;
Jesus died for me;
From sins set free;
His body once had been buried in a cave.
Jim Horn
Sunshine beams so directly onto a discreetly broken cloud
The tree line below it beckons thee so somber so proud
The cloud replies so reverently so utterly loud
Won't you stay with me? I plea darkness is such a shroud
Yea, though I walk through the portal to eternal bliss
I shall fear no evil but respect the darkness
For yonder I see the reason I am here
The bright light of forever beckons me
I follow bravely but reverently.
Breathe the scent peaceful
The perfection on my tongue ...
reverently kneel
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26.01.2017
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to lose yourself in poetry
in image vibrant reverently
responsibility absents thee
thoughts sprout wings
~ magically
August 31, 2020
Completely Your Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
She trembled at my intent...
Bodies clinging, we swam fathoms deep
surrendering to each other as eternal lovers
passionately torrid... reverently tender
June 2, 2021
Liberum Divisa 6 Contest
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
Lines from 'How Sweet the Bloom of Love'
SYMPHONY
Searching the audience
Young and old in rapt attention
Maestro, Bernstein, has come on stage
Players have done their final warm up
House lights are dimmed
Only the foots and high spots remain
No one stirs, all are reverently expectant
You know this work – it’s Schubert – relax
Dave Austin
Beauty neglected
slender deciduous tree
Engulfing my heart
Reverently crowned today
swaying in the evening breeze
In deep amaze
Heaven smiles
Silent luna beams
Holy songs
Earthly flames
Gently falls
Soft and hushed
Reverently kneeling
Touching a newborn child
Bright angels praises
14.12.2016
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Angelic beneath captivating dark eyes,
Flaming gallantly, holding intriguing jubilation,
Knowing love means nascent omnipotence,
Peering quietly, reverently, shyly,
Teasing unlimited virtues,
Welcoming xena* ~
Youth’s zing.
*Xena - a tough, physical, confident woman. (noun)
10.29.2021
The heart of the forsaken do not yearn to be set free
from their never ending joyless lives suicidally,
but rather seek a savior prayed for reverently
to rescue the hearts of all the forsaken with love's sincerity.
The savior may come to be anyone sharing their love so generously.
The heart of the forsaken can very well be awakened through saviors such as you and me.
it is two a.m.
dogs and I go outside
the air is balmy, a gentle breeze
it feels like we are the only beings awake on the planet
the solitude is enhanced by a gorgeous smoky sky
no moon, no stars, no sounds
except the dogs footprints in the grass
a whisper of a sound
I feel it is God and us
the dogs sit reverently
it is a mystical night
I take photos expecting to see orbs
I don't know anyway to love you
Than the way I do
I tried to call the four winds
they weren't enough
I've traveled a dusty lane
And visited a shaman
All in the search for clarity
I don't know anyway to show my love
I grasped at stars
And fumbled a galaxy
I watched a night bloom
As the last ray of day died
In supplication I knelt
Reverently I show my love
The only way I know how
She slips quietly
into the semi-circle of the grotto,
reverently lights a votive candle.
A pretty girl, her form drags my eyes
away from the plaster virgin
into a carnal daydream.
She does the whole Catholic thing.
As she intones her rosery
her body invades my senses.
When I look again, she is crying
Some loved one badly needs her prayers?
I check myself to see if I am shrinking –
I think I am.
From shells of emptiness they come.
No one knows how they appear.
In the gardening books, lots of writing.
In the dark empty seed -
only one sound,
a word not found on any shelf.
We observe that nothingness,
watch it create gardens and forests.
Knowing little,
we talk much
of the giant Sequoia.
Some break out and scatter
the empty Redwood seeds,
reverently they plant them
in more strata’s of nothingness.
by rites we come into now
by rites we leave into then
by rites we mark the in between
by rites maybe we start again
by rites we say "I love you"
by rites we bring on progeny
by rites we launch into unknown
by rites we cleave dichotomy
by rites we celebrate today
by rites we mark contrast
by rites we are carried away
by rites we remember the past
by rites we reverently resolve
so, by rites kept, life revolves
© Goode Guy 2013-01-04
because this may be
the last time
I sing this song
sincerely and reverently
into open air
in this place
that knows my stride
through braided seasons
seemingly without end
I sing
as the cardinal
opens the day
radiant in golden hue
I sing for you
as the song dances on air
in the intervals
between sound and silence
I sing
because this time
shall be unlike any other
echoing in the place
memory reserves as its own
Frothy lavender chiffon swirled around the young beauty
Rustling in an almost silent delicate, dainty manner
Her essence so cosmic that the skies emulated her loveliness
The heavens opened up to envelope her into the landscape
Many who saw recognized spirituality and hope taking place
Some watched reverently full of mystified awe and wonder
Almost everyone who witnessed her remembered this day
Intermittently through the rest of their life.
because this may be
the last time
I sing this song
sincerely and reverently
in this place
that knows my voice
and follows my stride
through braided seasons
seemingly without end
I sing
as the cardinal
opens the day
radiant in golden hue
I sing for you
as the song dances on air
filling the intervals between
sound and silence
I sing
because this time
shall be unlike any other
echoing in the place
memory reserves as its own
Walking barefoot along the beach
the sun is setting over the waters
and it paints the sky orange and pink.
The wet sand squishes between my toes,
I take a deep breath of the salty air
close my eyes and listen to
the squawk of the gulls and
the waves lapping the shore.
Enamored of the magical moon
the waves of the sea rise reverently and
passionately race to engulf the shore,
Besotted, my heart yearns to embrace
my beloved in my longing arms.
Listen to poem:
S-olar flares deeply stairs
A-mber, my heart swears
N-o one relishes my cares
D-rawn to your Auburn eyes
Y-earning to see their prize
E-ffervescence they disguise
Y-our honey controls destiny
E-verlasting the best to me
S-worn to you reverently
O-ffering you my fealty
F-or you see the best in me
B-estowing lemon green tea
R-arity you bring consistently
O-rnate your shades of honey
W-on my soul's battle totally
N-o one outshines your brown eyes to me