When his light we kindle
darkness will dwindle
A light was born:
foetus of light
birth of light
child of light
Lord of light
The light of love:
sent from above
The light of the world:
sent from the Lord
When his light we kindle
darkness will dwindle
When darkness fights
and evil smites,
we fight with light
His light our might,
we win to delight
We shine so bright--
--er than sunlight
and moonlight...
When his light we kindle
darkness will dwindle
Amidst blight and plight
His light our respite,
His glory our height,
His birth our rite,
His peace our right.
in his everlasting light,
we shine in spite
of the darkness on the dark site...
When his light we kindle
darkness will dwindle
With visages devoid of sorrow and fright,
With joyful sights and heavenly insight,
With beautiful hues and radiant light,
With faces titivating
with bright light,
We all sing Silent Night...
When his light we kindle
darkness will dwindle...
Angel Simon
Categories:
titivating, christmaslight, light,
Form: Rhyme
Hearth of Winds
From west to east you plumb axisal spin,
And darted on the limbs of the poles.
On longitudes and latitudes, you are dotted in silhouettes.
Just above the horizon of age, you journeyed,
Beckoning the threshold of syllabubic windfalls.
Sated with doldrums of lambent haul,
And the pomp of sycamore hover instill.
When you call again at the Isle of trench,
The oracles of time shall tune again the aviary.
Seated upon the pillion of days the carter roves,
Tilting in all directions with hopes of succour.
A long way from time indeed you are,
But as the tides of valour surmise you triumph.
Once I saw an array of humanic acclaims,
In a manger of Sylphic heath of tenderness.
The hills of tonic travails titivating the hold,
And all the flakes of materialism dancing attune the vista.
The tales of deeds will forever entail polemic puzzles,
And the spate of the weaver’s loom shall reckon amidst.
Adeola Yusuf Amuni
Categories:
titivating, naturetime,
Form: Lyric
There she sits proud on her throne
In her silent grandeur ever festooned
Of the beauty of the seasons colors
Her ebony skin a perfection of onyx
While she dances in the summer’s breeze
Bowing in proper during warm spring rains
Adorned in the luminous jewels of winter
A beauty of eternal radiance so delicate
Titivating every branch and bough
At autumns approach she stands in brave manner
Bearing the extolling colors of eminent death
While her once emerald beauty withers and fades
Countless times in eternity has her splendor died
Yet ever reborn in the jollity of springtime
Always allayed she shall bear the death shroud
Again and again in eternity
Categories:
titivating, imagination, life, nature, peace,
Form: Free verse