Tremble with joy
Praise Him with fear
The Lord of Heaven and Earth
The Judge of us all is here
He raises up the humble
Subdues stubborn pride
Weds Himself to the righteous ~
He is their groom. They are His bride
Thimble and Gimbel Cause to Tremble
there was a tremble
with a rotating gimble
caused us to tremble
In the realm of blindness, behold the sight
Eyes, mouths, bodies, and feet in desperate plea,
Caressed by brushstrokes, an artist's decree,
A gem with facets, dripping only with you, so bright.
With each stroke, layers peel, revealing anew,
A different you, forever altering the scene,
Canvases portraying joy, or madness keen,
Yet always, it's you, basking in Regina's sun, true.
Trembling lips invite, the question lingering, why?
As lips brush against strokes, the paint, desires sprout,
The canvas brims with variations, there's no doubt,
A mirror of respect, to which you try.
It chuckles, amused by its own growth and might,
Witnessing a blemish, so grand in its scope,
The rose drips, blushing with natural hope,
A struggle, the bloom and its flush unite.
Passion ignites the eyes, a flame untamed,
Refusing confinement within mundane frames,
For every woman, a sovereign, she claims,
A queen in her own right, forever acclaimed
looney like fresh fruit
China never did give a hoot
at balloon would shoot
we had been enduring
countryside balloon touring
problem could be curing
balloon like owl would growl
wondered what was rational
of trail resembling towel
what we would admit
after water when it hits
balloon became tiny bits
fingers cold and nimble
balloon had caused us to tremble
we would reassemble
In her school The Readily Received:
Staff didn’t let herself be deceived
By flashed smiles finer than “How are you?”
“Last-minute sack letter always slew!”
A Good Montessori’s Love letter
Teachers handed it “See you, later”
And one had flared at me “Betrayer!”
For with speaker I was her payer:
“Miss Janice, time for your envelope
Plus Mummy’s Best Wishes as you cope…”
Tremble instruction I’d obeyed
And back home would lie in brooding bed:
A directoress that promptly pays
But eternally watching your ways,
Not once, not twice bilious anger grew:
A child in Rejected Red, not Blue…
A female teacher in trousers gone:
She shall her finish with Russian Gun;
One in body hug or the sleeveless
A quite mad thing as good as useless;
The Married risking poor child spacing
Their names on staff list to start tracing:
“Serious teachers their salaries need
No dime for ones who often breast feed.”
autumn approaches
episodic exhaling ~
quassative quakies
A shudder, a tremble,
hearing a screech.
Was it that chalk again -
on that board or this wall?
We tend to hear things
at the strangest of times:
midnight, noon, three-seventeen.
But seven minutes to ten?
Hmm. That's an odd time.
It may come again tomorrow.
But what is weird is that
it will come yesterday.
Yet I knew nothing of that till today.
We have the strangest of brains.
(Aug 2022)
The Founder of the Company
The Chief of Staff
The Chairman of the Board
Titles synonymous with 'Lord'
All rise. Pindrop silence
Here comes the Judge
Hearts frantically beat
Tremble as you take your seat
But the President of the United States
What excitement does his presence create
Love isn't constant--its wings poised for flight;
altho sometimes climbs clouds on a dare.
Oft softly trembles with unmatched delight;
elusive as catching handfuls of air.
Romantic love exists, proper and tame.
Hidden love, oft times returned from the past.
Love stolen, with blemish, but seldom shame.
Teenage Forever Love, probably won't last.
Love rushes us to join in dance and song.
Passionate kisses burn chared words to mist.
When heat disappears, love might go along,
regardless of whispered moments of bliss.
Sad we can't bottle love, keep it well-stirred.
But, like a river, it needs breadth and sun.
Running swiftly, it might leave undeterred
fissures as footprints when distance is run.
May 26, 2022
for Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
Quatrain
In the musk of her
thigh shaped valley
of alabaster glaze
lift my head for perfume
unbottleable
her fingers wrapped in my tangle
hold me where you want
Drinking as the desert
gulps the drop
slithered heat
that comes from deep
as light splinters
in your course
and tremors touch my lips
I tremble to know that my Savior loves me
And offered His life for my worth
To pay for the promise of my destiny
And prove me with time on this Earth
I think of the pain in His sorrow
And weep for the chosen who died
Who fought for the strength of tomorrow
And lost without choosing a side
The path of each soul is forever
And ever is all of our time
But time is a worthy endeavor
For winning the hills that we climb
The fruit of our joy is in season
For those who are hungry and thin
The Lord is our strength and our reason
For reaping the bounty within
His love is the rod we must cling to
When doubt is pervasive and strong
The promise of peace and of virtue
That springs from the heart like a song
And all we must be is more willing
To lead by example and love
But love is more patient than thrilling
For winning a mansion above.
I Tremble
Of the days it matters not
Evening or morning midnight noon
On earth or heaven
The love remains and deep
It was months gone that I asked you
If we will sleep together.
It was months ago yet each time is like new
I will come to you
I put my heart in your hands
With yours as it journeys
All we have is our time
We will sleep together.
My love what was will be
The sky is over us like a sheet
I closed my arms around you
And so much I love you that I tremble
As long as you want
We will sleep together.
We'll survive
This too will pass
We've been through worse
Patience wins the day...
The tender chick though
within frail feathers trembles
never sure if the worst
has passed, or lurks just ahead...
Hug the child, your child, our children
their frail feathers tremble ~
when hens and roosters dissemble
Desperately clasping your hand
I tremble
at the thought
of letting go:
watching as the life drains,
from your eyes.
Death is coming to take you
away from me.
And I tremble;
as my hand
feels your hand go limp:
and Death arrives.
I feel every touch; the care behind it.
See the thoughtfulness in his eyes.
Amazed that he wants to please me every time,
every way, every day. He likes making me feel
special and loved. His touch is warm and kind.
It makes me tremble.
Nette Onclaud's Contest
Written 6-3—2020
Contest: Some Kind of Sensual
Word Count: 45
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