tiny, tendered voice
silky cream and charcoal fluff
a soft, small sweetheart
there are faceted sides
with the jewelers cut
an intuitive act – an empath’s work of refinement
that boasts mastery and natural symmetry
stolen from the roughness
commandeered from a fleck of carbon
embodied in 990,000,000 years of evolution
he endeavors to open and free its beauty
precisely the third eye reconnoiters
with tools representing intellect
impowered by skill and modern techniques
he strikes off chards of nature’s ancient creation
chiseling to remodel its perfection
he facets to release the light
shielded and tendered in millennial history
that has waited timelessly to be revealed
like the voice that creates the aria
each note given the precise clarity
birthing the song
he imbues the human element
melding with the majesty of this ancient stone
taking shape, becoming a source for his soul
he and the stone are one
with the wisdom of what eternity truly is
within the infinite human heart
Late in September
I fondly remember
What caused loves engender
the days all in rhyme
Lost in September
a slave to indenture
My feelings surrendered
for you to be mine
Laughing we tendered
what pain could not enter
And boldly uncensored
each moment sublime
But Fall’s great pretender
October dismembered
Our fate the death chamber
— of Summer mistimed
(Poems Of Love: Merch, 2026)
Some are called to preach or teach
Others, those in need they reach.
A few, great eloquence of speech,
One, is holy, none can breach.
Some are called to full surrender
Others, sacrifice is rendered.
A few, a costly price is tendered
One, to me, gives love its splendor.
Some are called to lead a nation
Others, serve a single station.
A few, know God in low prostration
One, gives mercy full translation.
Some are called to fatherhood
Others, to a common good.
A few, His grace is understood
One, fulfills as none else could.
Some skim the fringe of sacrifice
Others, feel the edges slice.
A few, the severance of a life
One, for you, paid sin's price.
He who gives
to the needy
lends to
the Lord
What the moment
forgets
Heaven
remembers
Fortuitous
bounty
awaiting
us all
When giving
not taking
eternity
— tendered
(First Book Of Prayers: January, 2026)
Avocado ??
Avocado in the market square,
every buyer lingers there.
Fingers press to test the skin,
to feel the ripeness deep within,
soft and tender,
So rich and rare.
They want it soft and ripe
Medium soft, not too loose.
"Cut for me," their voices call
I want to see beneath the wall
Others also want to taste
Before they pay and bag a waste.
Many want it fleshy
Big body small seed
Bigger ones are very fatty
Some are very watery
Small ones are tasty
If tendered while ripe.
When cut into halves
And seed put aside
The inside looks nice
Hollow and round,
Warm and oily.
A fruit and a snack
Sweet every time
And along with any food
Even taken alone,
Avocado whets the mouth.
But who buys an Avocado
Without pressing the Avocado?
By Teacher Kevin.
The all consuming fragrance of the delicate white flowers.
You and I would sit in our perfect garden for hours.
The sweet scent that smothered the garden with rapture,
The bees hard at work as droplets of nectar they capture.
The emerald hues of the leave's colour are interlaced.
Sweet juice of the orange's tantalizing taste.
To be able to pick the juiciest fruit to share,
As the soft breeze gently tossed the curls in your hair.
To sit under the shade of our magnificent orange tree,
The sun sending tender rays to warm so delicately.
We'd sometimes sit in silence reading each others mind.
As love ever present grew and our souls entwined.
I remember the day we planted our enormous tree.
We laughed that it was the first of an orchard, we did agree.
Its survival was doubtful, not much more than an incipit twig.
We both tendered it carefully hoping one day it might be big.
Quite a task nurturing our funny little tropical citrus plant.
Choosing the warmest spot in the yard, so the sun could enchant.
In winter, being so careful to brush all the snow away.
My sweet darling this all seems like it happened only yesterday.
When the seed of fear is planted in minds,
It germinates in brains as a tormentor—
Sometimes sown by a whisper,
a shadow,
a lie repeated twice.
When illusion becomes reality,
And starts by making the heart
skip a beat,
then more of its beats,
then all of its beat.
It creates monsters in our eyes in the dark,
Born from our own imaginations.
And it can make them fly,
swirl,
drawl,
crawl,
and do anything—
Make our hairs stand on end,
Our feet walk on eggshells,
on a slippery slope.
It can crimp us into a shrimp.
When it creeps into our grip,
It brings a nice gift of heebie-jeebies—
That send us on a purposeless,
directionless meander,
Like a chicken with head just severed
and left unrestrained.
Fear teaches our hands to fight,
And reaches our legs to take flight,
But it’s never patient to judge us right,
Even when fear is out of sight.
When the seed of fear is well tendered,
Fear can even make us no longer
fear fear.
When its taproot has eaten deep
into the hypothalamus,
Then the mind is already gnawed by monsters
That, time and again, we created
out of nothing.
They bloomed together
within the same state of mind
though separated
by zones of time.
Sultry words sprouted
sprig-like inklings flourished
as they bound each other
to a burgeoning erotica,
yo florid images.
O such efflorescence!
O how the swelling vine
can cling and clutch
at far distant hearts,
sadder yet the perfidy
of too hungry a need,
for indeed
he also tendered
to many other female offshoots,
and she herself was a veritable
Venus Fly Trap.
In such a way,
they wove their sensual spells,
a hothouse sorcery
doomed
never to be close enough
to ever take root.
It burns real sore..Much despair is tendered.' Like it or not? Like could your soul be up-ended?
Its under the fence.? Beyond those pales.' It whispers there are screams; and epic fails.'
An example of the ducking stool.? No matter your standing ( the labelling tools?) Are blunt
And forcefully handled. Too...' ad-nauseum Rules.. dunk dunk dunk.' We observe the thunk,? And
Timbreless'ness second guess..Or ten thousand more 'artificial input un-topical' man are
These doughnuts RAW.!! I guess chocolate is their vanilla? Who nightmared this up? In a
Tangle of interdiction.' At an insanity hub.? Ekow.' and how! my summation in the main, I think.? I guess.
They are out.' Yet never free.' There just seems to be no gain? Is this just like 'twister?' From those
Who have an allergy to deeper games' such as chess.? Or bridge? Or poker.? Or any thing that.. Tries your wits.' ENOUGH.! Of such boring format." With choice straightjacket? Or chocolate
Suit.?
I often wander from life's rules,
flounder thru issues days will spool.
At those times, you gentle my view.
I am blessed to be loved by you.
If I hide when morning arrives
renewed strength comes from your blue eyes.
Your presence stays my spirit's hue.
I am blessed to be loved by you.
I sometimes bruise when life turns tough,
void of humor and light mood fluff.
From your touch warm healings come through.
I am blessed to be loved by you.
Your heart tendered concern and care
gives our companionship sweet flare.
Just loving memories accrue.
I am blessed to be loved by you.
I pray to steer your life complete
as our love is a two way sweet.
Joy is life viewed as just we two.
I am blessed to be loved by you.
Speak ye undesired person of
Unscrupulous need
She spoke....
As ye hast desired from a far
Might this togetherness
Make reason to adore me.
I speak in third person
Oh desirest of love
The nights of tendered
Mercies. Where we couple
And desires are.
Lover in night to look
Upon me in candlelite
Dwellingsspeak me as
Yours in all that is
Telling.
To those I fake in a calm
Sense of need.
That one's ego swells with
One's desire of me
Might I love you in Eden
To be pregnant in Rome
In famine where hunger
preaches to me
Have me as they own
Then in drought to
Which temperature swell
Might I love adorned
and satisfied
As we refute hell
Together as one
They rod devine
Sweet tender thoughts
Of you as mine
Even in doubt
May begin
To champion you
From love
My lover and friend
Echo tommorrow
They canyon deep
Our promises
Our sacred keep
Marriage as one
Us together
In times of doubt
It's us forever!
Ninety five degrees
standing poolside
on the wooden patio
in the backyard
orange Androsia print apron
hugging my torso
propane grill
propelling fumes
hot as a steamroom
at a suana
Tendered rib eyed
and porterhouse steaks
seasoned in high salt
like abstract paintings
brushed in A1 sauce
and finally
a side of
friench fried potatoes
spruced in liquid tomatoes
from the essence of my garden
served to my darling party guests
with a golden heart of culinary perfection
When you speak
to me
a certain way
I can see the words
Shaped and formed
with wings
of gold
freeing what I’ve heard
When you speak
to me
a certain way
I can taste the wind
Calling forth
my hopes and dreams
— tendered from within
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Once spent …
there’s no tomorrow
Once spent …
all time is rife
Once spent …
your fortune tendered
Death’s currency
—is life
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
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