He's everywhere
being the answer to
everything & is
the ultimate quotient
Omnipotent displaying
more than sufficient
omniscience
The run on sentence
that makes sense
of everything
The word of all words
a part yet connected
to everything
The maker
of all dreams
lucid & vague alike
The light
in the darkness
but also the darkness
that covets the light
Witness to every reality
with an eye for
all potentialities
This sight for sore eyes
is both the pupil
& teacher
A preacher
with many dimensions
using planes
like churches
It comes as no surprise
to those that learned
to see deeply with
inner eye urges
The immersion
offers you a peek
behind the curtains
unveiling what lies
therein
There are no lies in him
for he personifies truth
in the form of matter
It's the explanation
at the top of the ladder
after questioning
every step that matters
I do not remember the text from which I had experienced the first manifestation.
But when I open the eyes
I was going out of the duress.
When the temple door opens,
those who rush to the front line are unconfident.
As the front and rear lines are with same distance, who is getting succeeded at this gallop.
Divine spirit rejuvenates senility.
The most beautiful song of love could be seen in the eyes of divine lover.
Others begin their prayers; and peregrinate in search of temples without having an insight.
Wouldn’t you withdraw your hand when you draw the tears of a blind thinking it is light?
The sanctuary and the God is being encircled with questions of mankind.
Haven’t you given me acute disease?
Hadn’t you given me a mortified birth?
Made me an indignant one?
Did you not bring down my yesterday’s profit?
Your nemesis thrown us into malaise
At that time, a smile blossomed on God’s face which was a sight for sore eyes.
RICH in color
OUTSTANDING in beauty
SIGHT FOR SORE EYES
EYECATCHING and pleasing
MAKES my day
AND is refreshing to my attitude
KIND and embracing to my soul and
Energizing to the tired and weary
Refreshing like shade on a sunny day
Thank you for protection,
As I make the corrections,
The direction I'm taking,
Is making me doubt the day,
I'm way out in left field,
Wielding my shield of truth,
My youth stolen by a lie,
I try to find a way home,
Roaming mostly alone,
Comforted by the unknown,
I've grown weary of outcomes,
Then out comes some tears,
Coming from all the fears,
Standing tall I'm still here,
I can't hear very clear,
A constant ringing in my ear,
I'm steering into a blind turn,
Yearning to see a sign,
Learning to be Divine,
Burning away the past of mine,
The design is always aligned,
Combined with the Source,
My course preselected,
A force divinely directed,
Protected by a universe,
Rehearsing an important role,
My Soul knows how this goes,
Protecting me from my foes,
I chose to shine bright,
Right through my dark night.
A sight for sore Eyes,
Surprising myself as I rise.
We walk slowly as not to rush, no need for you can hear her beauty before you approach, everyone with different ethnicities are headed the same way as we are..
The trees alive with so many vibrant colors, shapes, sizes, yet we admire them for who they are isn’t that ironic, this place is so alive with sights sounds, time sits still…
We’ve arrived to see her beauty, so powerful, so strong, Minnehaha Falls, an iconic popular site in Minneapolis, unlike the city, is a sight for sore eyes, no matter who you are, as she unleashes her powerful water over the rocks..
One can only stand still, take in her beauty, power, kids playing in the pool below, having lunch, laughter and squeels of kids and adults going back in years, letting go of days stresses, worries as they too fall over the falls, thus us what Minneapolis should be like..
Picnics, lunches bare feet in her waters, no judgments, no hate, fighting amongst our differences, just pure joy, laughing, acceptance does her majestic beauty unleash, maybe this is why she’s called “The MIGHTY Missippi.
Just one question do I seek, where are the bathrooms..
If I might,
Just sit quietly with your soul tonight.
Your spirit intertwined with mine,
If I could I'd hold you so tight.
His voice echoes in my mind,
His touch, so divine.
I imagine a kiss, as I tremble with excitement.
The blood rushes through my veins,
I'm becoming enlightened.
-
A sight for sore eyes,
A beauty to behold.
I press my luck and imagine tracing her cheek,
Just with my fingertips, so soft.
Then, a kiss from a rose ghost.
Her hips move like waves,
washing over me, if only
if only they weren't in my head
The space in my bed, what a waste.
If only I could see her face.
If only she could feel this kiss returned on her lips
Then she can't tell me when it's over
-
He stares at me with eyes like the ocean
I can't think of anything else in this moment
I imagine him placing his hands on my hips,
And then, suddenly I feel his kiss.
That smell I know it, it's the smell of roses.
A kiss from a rose ghost.
Too bad I could never get closer.
Just don't wake me when its over.
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
A delicate design, gently painted are white ink spots on each wispy wing
polka dots align her spine, O what a sight for sore eyes in virgin spring
A fancy moth is what some say, an insect with a marbled brown fringe ‘til they're taken aback by flair’s array, iridescent cerulean and teal tinge
A thousand miles she will fly, against Fall's tender cool azure sky
golden rays her solar compass, to orient her pathways—alas
Her journey comes to an end, up the coast where time she’ll spend
Vanessa flutters by, a painted lady, a butterfly
Blinded by beauty
In my memory
A sight for sore eyes
Rose tinted maybe
As I grew older
I then realised
She was a tomboy
Without her front teeth
When I had to serve
With boots on the ground
On far foreign fields
She wrote, I replied
The girl of my dreams
Cute ugly duckling
Now graceful white Swan
Was waiting for me
9/ 27/ 2024.
Poetry in motion
Pretty lady surfing high
A sight for sore eyes.
Two words successful people understand,
Seek . . .
Ask . . . .
When I remember to act on them,
Miracles happen.
Surprisingly often.
When I forget ,
I regret.
When I remember,
I am a sight for sore eyes,
And lucky bugger.
Rural landscape views
Of Switzerland is awesome
A sight for sore eyes.
At the country club a sight for sore eyes
Brunch with the bunch and giraffic surprise
Two tall orders, son of a gun
It surely beat the hole-in-one!
Anticipating sharing a slurped prize
When everything about me still thrives,
And everything is a sight for sore eyes,
I'm thankful for my sense of SIGHT.
When noise abounds with the hearing of sounds,
because my eardrums are enough to Astone,
I'm grateful for my sense of HEARING.
When never taking for granted a savory taste,
And as Jesus said, let nothing go to waste,
I'm thankful for my sense of TASTE.
When my bride is baking with sweet working labor,
And overwhelming me with smells of succulent flavors,
I'm grateful for my sense of SMELL.
I bow my knees and heart when I feel that loving touch,
And when I realize that I have been blessed with so much,
I'm thankful for my sense of TOUCH.
082023PS
Oh sweet Moon,
So pale and lovely,
I shall be with you soon,
Always right above me.
You are a Lily on a bed of roses,
So soft and sweet,
Like love a letter encloses,
I can hardly wait for us to meet.
As pale as rice,
As bright as a fire-fly,
The same full or slice,
So high in the dark sky.
So far yet so close,
Like teasing me,
Always there when needed most,
Prettier than the deep blue sea.
A sight for sore eyes,
A marble in the rocks,
Always watched as you rise,
As mischievous as a fox.
Oh to hold you my love,
Tightly wrapped in my arms,
Skin softer than a dove,
To sleep together past the alarms.
You wear a dress of silk,
Skin so pale and smooth,
Your skin is the color of milk,
To touch and soothe.
Oh my love the moon,
For now I am alone,
But we shall be together soon,
I think I will be okay on my own.
searing shining sun
bedazzling snowmelt season ~
a sight for sore eyes
(March Full Moon – Dakota, Lakota, Assiniboine)
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