Short Seraphs Poems
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success
will not rest
at wind up but start
pulled back in the bow awhile
seraphs linger in ride’s resist then fly high
~ should seraphs not spin,
t'would be for the loss of you ...
the bright of Heaven ~
All Hallows' Eve
Ghastly, Macabre
Haunting, Shivering, Bewitching
Specters, Shadows, Saints, Seraphs
Praying, Glorifying, Rejoicing
Holy, Divine
All Saints' Day
I prefer the rainy days,
Over the sunny days.
For I envision the rain,
As stars and the stars as the tears of seraphs
Falling upon the land,
Like majestic meteors.
For all the unfortunate few to make a wish upon.
seraphs, in eager anticipation,
collectively hold their breath
for the m o m e n t of truth...
shy young love, they root for
at last, their virgin k i s s;
a paroxysm of cheers erupt.
Time turns black
outer sparks are seen
the pearl gleams perfectly
dreams serenely come to pass
celestial seraphs
flying in the name of duty
watch over all
who are in reverie
carrying powers of imagination
to design a zone
for an artistic tomorrow
I fell to Fire –
A burning lust,
And breaking sacred bonds, I fell
My mouth defiled,
My mind – disgust,
And in my heart did darkness dwell
But then, so kind,
A saving touch,
Upon my wretched soul befell
And Seraphs cried,
And Devils – crushed,
As I crawled, ugly, out of hell.
my name is engraved, saved in time.
my life has been lived.
your memory will carry on through me.
though your dead you live in my heart.
my soul severed from my body.
my spirit lives with seraphs.
your name will not be forgotten.
your time here will be remember.
R.I.P GRANNY
Form:
I entreat tonight
the sparkling Light
might
surround you
I entreat
by day
that, come what may
no dark thing confound you
I entreat before tomorrow
an end to your grief
May seraphs
sing, and astonish you
May this be a real prayer for the little children & moms of GAZA
(Let us stand against killing people of GAZA)
Lucifer, the bright and morning star,
clad in glowing robes of celestial uniqueness,
pearl and pride of his sovereign master,
and fashioned in his master's own dexterous greatness.
Neither Gabriel nor was Michael made
to reveal the work of such divine ingenuity,
cherubs and seraphs would gladly trade
their endowments for his grace, charm, style and quality.
Beyond the span of tears and time
Where the galaxies collide--
About the stars and ancient rhyme,
Does Providence abide.
Through some portal to eternity,
Where the seraphs sweetly sing--
May I once die, to always be,
And dawn angelic wing.
May home be as a shining star,
Where the angels low abide,
Welcomed through a timeless door
That the Heavens glad, provide!
--Mel
Wending her way westward, wafted on whispering wings
Sailing serenely southward, slithering past secluded scenes
Nudging northward, noticing narrow, noctilucent moonbeams
Edging effortlessly eastward, entering ecstasy's eerie baleen...
Grace dillied and dallied, then dithered and doodled and dozed
Could Heaven's Handiwork save her? ~ Neither angels nor seraphs know
Wounded, bleeding, dying in utter anguish
Downcast, burdened, constantly second guessing
Seraph’s heartbeat rhythmically wakens visions
Longing for heaven
Sunshine, laughter, beautiful running fountains
Nature, beaming, showing her outer garment
Children, lovers, cherubs and seraphs singing
Heavenly splendor
Eileen Manassian Ghali
For Craig Cornish's Sapphic Stanza Contest
20/10/03
Beside the Eiffel Tower,
I walked alone;
and gaped at gardens
with cherry-hued blooms.
My lips had felt
the warmth of brew,
while seraphs played
the strings of harp.
I toured the city,
the parks as well;
I watched the sun
as it bade goodbye.
The sky, though black,
was filled with gems:
luring my eyes,
winning my heart.
-thanks to Frances Angela Torrelavega for having this poem edited
There are times
You see in the eyes of a child
An Angel
Our Alice in wonderland
Through the looking glass
Even General Zia yielded to her charm
In our dreams she is ageless like the winds caress
Look deep into her heavenly being
See the seraphs eyes that lays a kiss upon you
Both young and old
See the hand that holds the poor
Listen to the voice
That united nations
Listen to the heart of Nazia Hassam
She peers at captivation
Moon swindling her frore heartbeat
Beams tearing the soul outward
She stands firm with ground
Wings sprout out, after ice thaws
Whispering desolation
Whirls around her and she cuts
The emotion out
Forgive her please, if you will,
For she only spreads her wings
For those who can captivate
As well as this moon
_________________________
For: Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dream Weaver's contest "Dodoitsu Darkness"
By: Tim 09/19/11