Across the space of desolation,
enfolding the desert of existence
where instead of thornbush
the Holy Spirit grows juniper,
the journey in the labyrinth of torment
is to reach the oasis of bliss,
from where He calls to come to the waters.
I travel from the abyss of despair
on the blessed inward journey
through the layers of consciousness,
perceive the radiance of the divine beacon
in the sanctum of the devout soul,
illumining the corridor to the abode of peace.
The portals of the inner domain then open,
where for me God blooms the piety lotus,
suffused with the gleam of His grace.
Insightful of the benevolence of God,
my soul shines with ethereal radiance
like the flaring brilliance of a billion suns
in the infinite depth of the inner space.
In my self-searching spiritual odyssey
toward the edge of enlightened eternity,
I perceive His gracious support,
making me glow in the galaxy of acumen,
turning me into a living light.
Categories:
thornbush, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
A thornbush, crowned by a rose
A spiny cactus, become ‘Queen of the Night’ ...
Atop fraught frames, shines glorious splendor
Heaven's treasures ~ man ought not surrender
Categories:
thornbush, beauty, flower, heaven,
Form: Rhyme
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Categories:
thornbush, allegory, sports,
Form: List
Courtesy of:
The 33RD of AUGUST
THREE PART HARMONY
THIRD WORLD MINISTRY
TRIPLE PLAY REVIVAL
REV. TRIP THORNBUSH III, DD
PASTOR, CHURCH OF THE MYSTICAL TRINITY
C. Günter Marrow, Sexton
1. Don’t be shy
2. Come on in
3. Check it out
4. Take your time
5. Don’t get cute
6. Speak the truth
7. Just be kind
8. Take a hike
9. Fall in love
10. Seize the day
11. Make your mark
12. Learn to dance
13. Bust a move
14. Whip it good
15. Let it be
16. Don’t look back
17. Eat real food
18. Take a nap
19. Make a plan
20. Play the odds
21. Take a chance
22. Do what’s right
23. Take the pledge
24. Share your wealth
25. Pay your dues
26. Give a damn
27. Keep your cool
28. Keep the faith
29. Be a fool
30. Don’t give up
31. Walk the walk
32. Bear the pain
33. Heal the wound
Categories:
thornbush, allegory, peace,
Form: List
The infatuation of a poem is a lot
Like a high fever
The pain of a lost aspiring dream
Just like the touch of a thornbush,
Somewhere...only somewhere lies the destiny,
No time to understand,
No urge to interact...
Everyone is running, rushing,
In tune with the hands of the clock.
Ticking from the house of the dead.
Some days at this time,
I think,
About a long long story of scripture
Or,
A tale of his non-ending dream
The fairy tale truth of the story.
A muffled whisper
Speaks softly to the ear
"Thinking of the city again?
What will happen next?
There’s a lot of trouble in the city!"
I hear half of it,
Half of it is drowned in the noise of life
He comes again
He comes again smiling
Again he comes in a daze
He comes again
With unspoken compassion...
Jibanananda's page of poem pondered in silence
The life of a dove, a grasshopper, never met a human life.
Categories:
thornbush, life,
Form: Free verse
We are blighted wards
Sordid, trepidatious scars
Haven's wall too darkly far
Eden's thornbush guards
Caught behind our safety bars
Still, we count the free range stars
4/02/20
For 'Pick a Title - Vol 15 - Sedoka' contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
theme: symbiosis
Categories:
thornbush, fear, hope, longing, sorrow,
Form: Sedoka
thorns ahead ~ a swift-footed and sober sage passes by in silence
24.10.2019
Proverbs 26:7, 9
Like the useless legs of one who is lame
is a proverb in the mouth of a fool.
Like a thornbush in a drunkard’s hand
is a proverb in the mouth of a fool.
(Holy Bible, New International Version)
Proverbial Monoku 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carol Connell
Syllables Per Line: 17
Categories:
thornbush, silence, wisdom,
Form: Monoku
My infancy was plagued with several
accidents
From the pain of broken bones to the
woes of tonsillitis
My vivid childhood could have easily
been forgotten
But how can one forget the
illustrious thornbush incident
On a sunny Queensland afternoon
The Brisbane hot sun oozed
unforgiveness
As it's rays scorched my
inexperienced scalp
However, one would not predict the
horror to come
Playing aimlessly in the garden
I enthusiastically chased man's best
friend
But this frivolous chase led to my
own undoing
A patch of damp grass sent me
tumbling
The unsuspecting cactus met with
my posterior counterpart
Pain like this had never been so
evident
Thus the continuous struggle to
forget the thornbush incident
Categories:
thornbush, pain
Form: Free verse
Why did you take my dreams and brush them all away,
Like scattered ashes of some forgotten yesterday,
Blown with the biting dust of winds that swiftly glide,
Just drifters on life’s road, unwanted, cast aside?
I’ll mend the twisted fragments that have not been lost,
Time will veil some pieces and never count the cost,
A feckless sort of action, yet task worth knowing,
By simply standing tall, find endurance growing.
Wisdom laced with caution that loneliness will marry,
Gull’s nest on seaweed, though set adrift, may tarry,
A titmouse, in the thornbush, emerges, wings intact,
While dreams that died of neglect, often seem abstract
Categories:
thornbush, spiritual, endurance,
Form: Rhyme