a nectar
the garnered spit of worker bees
drops of undistilled wine
hive-mulled
dripped through the dropper
of hair-lipped lips
plants
dig themselves out
of a dry earth
to sup an opiate of life or death
fostering a flowering
manna delivers green
to the pale fat caterpillars
grubs fly away
to enrich
the open mouths
of graves
the thirsty wombs of
ants
hummingbirds
elephants
Categories:
undistilled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Only a demon looks at children and feels hate.
Only a monster looks at innocence with a spate
of envious rancour, then mercilessly shoots
to kill, and laughs. They are nothing but brutes!
These murdered children go straight to Paradise.
Do their killers even feel any remorse, or realise
that they blacken their souls with every child
they slay? Nay, for their evil runs far too wild.
Angels of Gaza, pray for your homeland to be freed,
for Mercy, Kindness, Love and Peace to be its creed.
Small souls soaring on heavenly wings of wonder,
refuse to curse those who your country does plunder.
Spread instead your feathery wings wide, cover the pain,
lift your little hands in supplication for those who remain
to resist the heartless beasts who revel in the madness.
Ask the Almighty to intervene, to dispel all the sadness.
Your laughter, sweet smiles, bright eyes and dreams,
these merciless ogres gleefully turned into screams.
You are now free of the shackles and undistilled terror,
at peace, enfolded in a loving embrace that lasts forever…
Categories:
undistilled, angel, children, culture, death,
Form: Rhyme
The rain beats down
Shimmering from the foggy sky
Casting it's shadows on all to frown
To myself no longer could I lie.
My dreams lay weeping
And trying to concentrate,
My heart breaks, creeping
With no soul, to relate.
The sparrow whistles in delight
As lovers walk the tarmac beside me
Melancholy gnawing at me in fright
"Is this how life gonna be?"
My dreams lay, sieged
My heart resides broken
Like an exposed leaf, bleached,
My life is but a token.
Standing alone with my face bleak
Head jerked upwards, undistilled
The road seems far and my spirit, weak
And my life I throw at fate, dreams unfulfilled.
By
Temajung Michael
Categories:
undistilled, anxiety, cry, endurance, fate,
Form: Light Verse
sensitive awareness
being there
showing concern
in a voice of love
rooted in scripture
oracles
episodic or
infrequent
divine interventions
on His initiative
Spirit inspired
words undistilled
heaven-sent
then spoken
this voice of the Lord
an essence
to take in
dwell upon
assimulate
&
then
remember
a perfect revelation
a simple word
foundations of truth
a process
made manifest
visibly expressed
a continuity
of personhood
in recognisable form
a body remade
transformed
recreated
sealed clothes
washed linen
in
heavenly wear
a perfect robe
in readiness
face-to-face
with passing moments
of loving concern
as wisdom finds a solution
for the flowers
of the seed
Categories:
undistilled, christian,
Form: Didactic