With LOVE you formed my heart
With patience you formed my soul
With WORD you established truth
With Spirit you made me whole
My wonky body has always brought pain
Lopsided and cowlicked mane
I've wobbled about from side to side
Finding every little crevice where I could hide
With grace you set my flow
With forgiveness I let it all go
With resilience I got back on my feet
With or without a mirror, I accept me
My anointed walk from matter to LOVE
My dreams and visions yielded and still
My yesterdays and tomorrows are gone
My "IS," in REVELATION, heaven's seal
My timbre plays the timbrel and I rejoice
Written by Trudy Schraer on 01-11-2024
The tone & timbre of writing in key ,
Thoughts expressed as if written for me ,
Understanding words that read like a rhyme ,
Patience absorbed when learned over time ,
A flower that blooms so we all can rejoice ,
Nature shouts out such a beautiful voice.
©2023AlanShapiro
I …
can tell you more
with silence,
than with all the myriad
words of wisdom that,
on the tongue,
dance with wonder …
and die.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, May 30, 2023
( personal photo taken from private domain files at bahku.com )
Drained of life I now see
Feeling the cold like a withered tree
Not old enough to feel like this
Too strong, too fit to be like this
Hear these words whilst I can still speak
See the truth from my eyes leak
A man I saw was not a man
A man who shook me by the hand
I felt the life drain out of me
He smiled and said goodbye and now I see
His eyes were fire burning under human lens
His voice angelic with menacing timbre bends
For as I fell upon my knees
He watched my pain with glee and walked away with ease
And now the Dr's can't work it out?
They know it's no modern disease or bacterial count?
So I must say to you before I go
That fateful night I met a demon; this much I know.
Orange is reminiscent of the sound of thunder, of muted drums,
Dissonant in nature, like the call of distant, broken trumpets.
Severely caustic, rather scathing in its delivery of
A burning sound, crackling and popping, as if the
Brass breathed black embers...
Orange is a color that embodies a brutality,
A roughness and an edge that is
Unmatched by the RAINBOW.
And the other colors seem to halt and stare at its
Bluntness, its assertiveness and its ferocious voice,
Gravely and deep.
Orange is reminiscent of the sound of roaring trains
Emits a sort of glowing dominance, of arrogance--
Its sharpness of tone allows for precision and mastery.
It is more a color than the rest of the colors, for in its vibrancy
There is a youthful proclamation of hope that is gilded by
A solid realism. It hopes loudly but stoutly refuses prayer.
In orange's stoic presence, its voice like
Battering rams and clashing pans, it demand, no it
STEALS a presence. Yet in its arrogance, there is a
Resilience, a persistence, for
Orange is a color reminiscent of the Gods
And in its faults lies its power.
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