Short Robed Poems
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Robed in white, I walk –
Towards love’s bidding; humbly,
I give you myself,
And take you as God’s great gift.
With Faith there's Hope in our Love.
8.25.2014
Hitchhiking to Halifax,
a friend offered to go with me.
I felt elated, he was my hero!
Then he robed me,
and it hurt like a punch in the gut!
Nov. 29th , 2015
Silhouettes of trees
Robed in fine beads of stars
I'm unseen tonight
Like a phantom galaxy--
Talking with the universe.
Being Invisible Part#2, SKAT's Contest
Apr 27, 2016
“Wander Lust and The Need For Adventure”
Showered in soft kettle-drums
Music softly eddies
To purple robed hills
Melody wanders toward
The streaming chant of
Mediterranean Sea.
Autumn’s nakedness
becomes robed in virgin snow
footprints prove there’s life,
yet the secrets of springtime
in hibernation till birth.
Brian Strand Formal poetry contest
12/3/2022
Left in a darkened room
Alone, but for them.
Thoughts; which more demanding
For your attention
Now crowd round. Long-robed sages.
With serious miens.
Debate life's meaning with you.
Its deep attraction.
The stained glass windows of
The Old Southern Baptist Church
Blinked both eyes at,
The black robed pastor
Today, we need a testimony
Glorifying these wings of glory
Hallelujah sweet Jesus
Everlasting grace, amen
Spring days like these
Were made for katie ruellia –
Who is royalty among flowers –
Robed delicately in purple.
She's arrived at the festivities –
The trumpeters blow a sennet.
Her crown is the leaves;
The butterflies – her subjects.
I am oppressed,
suppressed,
enslaved,
robed and raped.
was thrashed,
insulted and killed.
but I am alive,
by my conscious,
I won't surrender,
and compromise
don't they know?
Who am I ?
I AM _conscious
and conscious never die____
Grey-robed ladies materialise at castles
Hideous red-eyed entities hover in woods
On horseback, headless riders gallop past
Silently, spectres watch and cause unease
Throwing objects at exorcists, spirits laugh
For Andrea’s 5-letter word Acrostic contest
Robed in the garments of alabaster hem, was she the matron of ethereal divinity; the sovereign culmination of a hallowed hand, caging my only begotten heart, was it unbeknownst to she, my beloved bearer of me. "
Alfredo Gonzales (C)
Amidst saffron robes nail-bit hand reveals
mobile
phone
Laughing-robed companion brandishes
ice cream
cone
Shaved-headed naughty boys practice
chanting
tones
Humble golden temple gates peeling paint
stone on
stone
V. Anderson-Throop 22 May 2015
Winter Wistfulness
Stillness prevails.
Adding to the hush
of a cold-snap night
is the crystalline presence
of snow.
It descends.
Brilliant-robed beauty
enfolds the earth,
penetrating the shadows
with etherealness.
Swami~
The Ocean cast garlands of pearls
at your Lotus Feet
Varuna the Sea god knelt in awe
I stand in that vast azure temple
surrounded by a choir of waves
all singing Your divine name
while the morning sun performs arathi
the earth and all its inhabitants bow
robed in light
soft the moon robed in yellow
loft of clouds...her home's halo--
nights sift the hues pale to bright
while fist of ray gleams on lune's flight:
come, fast...gaze at moon's wonder
her fest , time's glory anywhere!
scatterer of blooms
on the green everywhere lanes
mother of colors
in dark yellow dawn
or purple pansy dusk robed
in butterfly swarms
mother by blue lakes
in a green fascinator
with dragonfly queen
oh mother of song
fresh from saffron southern skies
moonlight's in your hair
.
trumpet sounds,
clouds part revealing
brilliant white and gold robed Jesus
it is a single line but divided for appearance
Apart from you I'am nothing but at the helm of catastrophe; wayward, in a clouded storm that's avowed to sojourn the opaque sea robed in the disregard that drowns in its tumultuous waters, where many have sank in its despairing courtesy, despite its many warnings.
Alfredo Gonzales ©?
wretched hands hold
the christine cup passed amongst
the black robed circle,
aloft to the lips of the languisher
as her scarlet sleeve shrinks.
grieving, wailing mother
watching it writhe,
it writhes,
a baby bloodless,
it dies
& this cold night, the blood,
it dries
to our moon-lit lips.
All things will be made new.
The past things are in the past.
Death and crying and pain are thru,
Decreed by GOD like a trumpet blast.
From heaven the new land will descend-
GOD’s dwelling for man in His holy city.
It is our new home built for love without end-
Robed as a bride divine and pretty.
Three cretinous judges, have commited to
The slaughter.' Of the B C Ostriches what?
Such a crime and dis-order.' Who knows these
Sleazball black robed ghouls? Who pours
Their water, man its so un-cool who tends
Theif hair who would shake their hand? Who
Would be their neighbor? Who can approve of
Their plans.?
Bright opalescent sweeping wings of God's angels of
an airy region,
gleaming robed angelic legion,
such celebrant tidings of messages they bring,
promise of kneeling before the throne of the
Holy One, the Lion of Judah, they sing,
Hail our King, He we adore,
He has salvation for us in His Kingdom
forevermore. ~
As the sun rises over the ocean
And breezes swirl the palms
My thoughts turn to when I was young
Not that long ago this island
Was a different kind of place
Now every inch is robed in condos
Gone is the quiet of solitude's grace
Gone is the simple gait
A new era has entered
Where life is a noisy honky tonk pace
Written June 04, 2013
It's the end,
final years of study and play
descend and
become one day
robed in sameness -
echoes from another verse of
"Is That All There Is"
haunt in deafening degrees.
Somehow, this journey of
joy and tears is truly
the extra credits -
yearbook scribbles
"To a Great Guy",
become tomorrows ponderances
and todays commencements...
Over the sun, the robed angel,
She sat on her giant throne,
Turning the days with her soft hand,
Her ring would reflect onto the eyes.
Of her followers as they watched her,
She sat many milleniums turning,
The day to night, but the cruelty of man,
Left the blonde seraphim ravished.
She fell off her high throne,
She plunged into the ocean,
And left a rainbow in her wake.