Triolet. Poems

With a Gentle Hand - Mystic

With a gentle hand, Father lead
Our mass of inexperience—
Humbled, childish human in need.
With a gentle hand, Father lead
Along gravel tracks, who's pitied 
Our paucity injurious.
With a gentle hand, Father lead 
Our mass of inexperience.

Sweet Baby Raja

More than a pet, Raja is our baby.
He fills all family hearts with true joy.
His luxurious fur is a lush touch.
More than a pet, Raja is our baby.
As my constant sidekick, he gains my grin.
Our feelings ever grow for our sweet boy.
More than a pet, Raja is our baby.
He fills all family hearts with true

Sly boots

Trash talk transformed into love bombs.
You’ve got a nickname, it’s Sly boots. 
Knowing what’s real instantly calms,
trash talk transformed into love bombs. 
I’m not flexible like those palms.
Bending to you, I lost my roots.
Trash talk transformed into love bombs.
You’ve got a nickname, it’s Sly boots. 

How we loved

When I think of you I break into a smile
for the many warm memories we’ve shared.
We’ve walked side by side mile after mile.

When I think of you I break into a smile,
your heart’s never once been tainted by guile.
We cared and loved as deeply as we dared.

When I think of you I break into a

Naive Faith

Some folks believe, "All things are true."
And darkness can alloy with light
Though sun arise, and skies shine blue
Some folks believe, "All things are true."
To Logos thence they bid adieu
Let now with good the bad unite
Some folks believe, "All things are true."
And darkness can alloy with light

Paranoid Inspired By Ozzy Tribute

I walked in and was blindsided,
your racing pulse I had to steal.
With the first glance fate decided,
I walked in and was blindsided.
Crazy train of thoughts misguided
this love to me seemed so unreal.
I walked in and was blindsided,
your racing pulse I had to steal.

Our Better Angels

When on the road to Damascus,
Paul heard the voice of our Saviour.
He, who was once Saul of Tarsus,
When on the road to Damascus,
Hearkened to the call of Jesus.
Blinded by heavenly lustre,
When on the road to Damascus,
Paul heard the voice of our Saviour.

I AM that light, foretold of yore,
Manger-born; angels did herald.
I, who seek hearts, knock

A Blue Moon

That moon by romancing is made,
I never know what people do.
But its love light has picked your face.
That moon by romancing is made,
Sets my fingertips to the day — 
A night that's between me and you
That moon by romancing is made. 
I never know what people do.

Reading and Writing

I have not heard many summer birds
My summer time is spent indoor
Reading books and sweet gifts of words 
I have not heard many summer birds
To know more of doing my best bids
To write informative pages for sure 
I have not heard many summer birds
My summer time is spent indoor

Intercession

Palms touché in clarity.
God’s touched by intercession.
Lips proofed in sincerity.
Palms touché in clarity.
God applauds your charity.
Be thankful in concession.
Palms touché in clarity.
God’s touched by intercession.

Half Past Summer, Two Months Till Fall Poetry Contest

Warm summer days fly by so fast, 
cool weather’s lurking in the wings. 
School holidays they never last,
warm summer days fly by so fast 
Dead foliage will soon whizz past -
“Those Autumn Leaves” my grandma sings! 
Warm summer days fly by so fast, 
cool weather’s lurking in the wings.

Half Past Summer, Two Months Till Fall

 Half past summer, two months till fall
 Leaves are still green, sun shining bold
 Flowers still bloom, and birds still call
 Half past summer, two months till fall
 Visions of Fall, dressed in her shawl
 Her breath swirls the leaves, turns them gold 
 Half past summer, two months till fall
 Leaves are still

Half Past Summer, Two Months Till Fall

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                             Half Past Summer, Two Months Till Fall

                 

Half Past Summer, Two Months Till Fall

" Summer's my favorite, I suppose. I am not looking forward to Fall at all"
The Poet.

   Summer, my favorite perhaps.             
  Foam squishes between all my toes.  
   Feet tingle, warm sand, water laps.   

Summer Outgoing Next to Greet Fall

           Summer not gone, starting showers.
           Summer outgoing : Next to greet Fall :
           Rainy environ embowers.
        

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