Again I lift my pen to write,
My Muse is near to me tonight.
With shadings of strange metaphors
To conquer little wordling wars,
Vast the forest, Poet Trees
Deep the roots,
Sublimities
Where Muses water roots with ink
For thirsty poet's
Souls to drink
In mottled shades of muted light
Abandoned pen begins to write
The Ink is flowing
And none may quell
Deliverance
From Muse-less hell
Categories:
sublimities, deep, destiny, muse, poets,
Form: Rhyme
"Christmas"
I’ll stay with you
towards Christmas
those 12 days
and beyond
a strange few days
we meet in the nether
and hold on ...
like there’s no tomorrow
while the gryphons
try to work out
which side their
mind and body is on
12 days
gifting partridges
their pairs in trees
hidden in the myst
Christmas is
as Christmas does
its extremes and sublimities,
its oh so ... immaculate mess
I’ll stay with you
towards Christmas
those 12 days
and beyond
rocky road
devoured
and trifles
expunged
cherry ripened
cheery
hearts
are us
I’ll stay with you
towards Christmas
those 12 days
and beyond
‘cause,
Poetry
is
Us
isn't it
magic?
'cause
Poetry
is
Us?
Love
to you
wherever you are
never alone
my beautiful one,
there is no ugly
here today in my
heart -
for you
at Christmas,
alone
Love to you,
'cause
Poetry is Us
I’ll stay with you
towards Christmas
those 12 days
and beyond ...
'cause
Poetry is Us
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
at Christmas, 2023
Categories:
sublimities, christmas, love, muse,
Form: Narrative
HEARTBEAT PRECISION
A woven thread, not hasty, precision
of each honey-mannah dewdrop, in place.
Mercy extends soul’s heartbeat decision.
Of each honey-mannah dewdrop in place,
a restful haven in times of trouble,
a sweet bite of heaven - blessed embrace.
A restful haven in times of trouble,
manifest wings of Jesus open wide.
The master builder breaks down the rubble.
Manifest wings of Jesus open wide,
wondrous cathedral in shape of the cross.
A close-eyed prayer, a place where you can hide.
Wondrous cathedral in shape of the cross.
God’s embrace of time, sublimities grace.
Bright-sun resurrection dislodged the dross.
God’s embrace of time, sublimities grace.
The Ancient of Days’ roving eyes keeps pace.
8/30/2017
Terza Rima
Sans iambic meter
Categories:
sublimities, christian,
Form: Terza Rima