I taste You not as a delight or delicacy,
rather as a prophecy on the lips of crises,
Your eyes speak revelation of my design,
and therefore I love you for the pretty pain,
You've taught me about the rhythm
of gospel burning brightly
in the palms of destiny,
I love You for your quiet sacrifice,
You are irreplaceable on the surface of my face
and in the spring of my life,
I love You, not as a choice,
but because of your priceless voice,
let your eyes burn into me,
let them burn deeply,
allow me to experience life freely -
J.A.B.
R-eason
I-n
Z-eal
Z-one
A-lways
L-ets
Y-our
N-euron
Q-uietly
U-nderstand
I-ntuitive
N-otion's
I-nner
T-houghts
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Rizzalyn Quinit)
J-ust
E-xpress
T-he
T-rue
M-eaning
A-nd
R-elay
V-erbally
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Jett B. Marv)
Old Gooseberry gets in when you let your guard down
Handsome, diabolically friendly, he never shows a frown
Temps you with spirits, pills and elixirs to make you high
Some addicts think he is a splendiferous, wonderful guy.
At the mellow edge of dusk where the sky
is opaque and blushed,
a languid fade of light obliquely dreams.
Eyes bruised by loss are made translucent,
a sorrow is captured, a memory mirrored.
There upon the evening’s march,
a Goddess of impermanence and compassion
walks away into the hastening penumbra,
for a while only, she wears a garment
of celestial mortality for visibility.
Soon the unfolding drape of night
will become a little black dress,
one she has woven together
upon a cosmic wheel.
Briefly the deity turns to embrace
those who wait and watch.
A few will reach toward Her,
while their entranced minds
spin and circle over still open graves.
Some will die to themselves
as her astral dress ascends -
most remain to return
to that cyclic forgetfulness,
that masks a lucid revealing
in-between the veils
of dusk and dark.
unveil her beauty,
reveal the charms beneath,
admire what God can create.
her eyes, many oceans deep,
must not be hidden,
unveil her beauty.
draped in finest silk,
her body is divine art,
reveal the charms beneath.
naked she stands,
in front of mirror,
admire what God can create.
In a world of wires, cables and geeks,
a woman sauntered, looking quite unique
with circuits of wit and bytes of charm
mistaken for Ai
what a cause for alarm!
I was the lady, I had to laugh
sure I am smart and intelligent too
a computer I am not, as I sit on the loo
I still need to eat, sleep and also....
poo poo
In a world of silicon, I have plenty to show
so its not my brains that dazzle and glow
my logics expansive, your hard disks they pale
I am not a machine, but intellect unveiled
I'm a blonde, you see, now what's your tale?
When searching for God
No need to look far
Everyday He is walks with us
Our burdens He help us to bear
When we feel we have no strength
His love will come
My thoughts may sink
And hope runs out
With words we feel
We just want to shout
My faith stand out
Now we know
That He is real
As He said to Peter
My love will never fail
My hands and feet
Was nail to the rail
Each pounding of the hammer
My love was unveiled
In golden years, where time slows its pace,
Retirement's embrace, a serene grace.
Beyond the clock's ticking, life anew,
Unveiling vistas, dreams to pursue.
No longer bound by the daily grind,
A symphony of moments, unconfined.
Wisdom gained, like a timeless tome,
Outliving retirement, finding a home.
Each day unfolds with leisure's delight,
A canvas of joy, painted just right.
Embracing passions, long set aside,
In the twilight, a second wind resides.
Echoes of laughter, shared tales unfold,
A narrative spun in threads of gold.
Outliving retirement, a second chance,
Dancing through life's eternal dance.
Liars hate the truth because it terrorises them
calling them out for who they are hiding behind
turns everyone of them into bullies hurling abuse
I live each moment speaking from the heart
imagine we are living in a society where contracted killers go unpunished
facts like murder they call them mercy killings to save suffering souls
what a septic rotten sewer we live in filled with rats
whom claim to have superior knowledge
They would push their grannies under the buses
to save their selfish corrupted ideas becoming transparent
bringing the darkness into the light twisted by conflict
with genuine evidence around human welfare
The circle can be spotted backing the liars defence
when addressing false narrative the devil silences the truth
my obedience is to God not to human error
Written: August 23, 2023
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Milky Way on plate,
wish on shooting star's embrace~
Venus grants a kiss.
Autumn leaves so bright
crisp and colorful, they dance~
underneath my feet
full moon's heartbeat shines
stars in joy across the void~
bright, hushed dreams unveiled
whispers guide me near
quietly, you lead me through~
heart's chamber, my home
eternal echoes
I still love you, but have learned~
Love is setting free
In life's stormy race, find peace,
A balm for the mind's unease.
Nature's embrace soothes the soul,
In flowers' scent, worries unroll.
Sunsets paint skies with gold hue,
Stillness under stars so true.
Friendships warm, laughter's delight,
Calmness grows in love's pure light.
Gratitude eases every thought,
Mindfulness in moments sought.
Amidst turmoil, find release,
Embrace calmness, inner peace.
Morally tainted,
Shadows dance on conscience's edge,
Soul's burden unveiled.
What secrets dwell in Poesy's heart, veiled by verse?
Why on the edges of our perception
do they dance? What are life's essence and course,
when blight strikes our hearts with introspection?
What path does the Poet tread, bathed in starlight’s gleam?
What whispers of tomorrow beckon him near?
How do his verses capture life's subtlest themes,
when flickers of comprehension die, then disappear?
The cryptic truths woven within rhythmic lines,
preserve the mysteries time itself shrouds;
Cloaked within the tapestry of the grand design;
draped in the enigma of the passing clouds.
Do words echo the silent rhythm of the poet's soul,
sketched upon the canvas of an endless sky?
Does his dance of metaphors, and rhymes, extol
the mysteries only seen through a poet's eye?
In each silent word, and each echoing phrase,
do we find our mirrored self, quietly unveiled?
Uncoiling the layers through the rhymer's haze,
reveals in time what has remained concealed.
Written: June 29, 2023
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Cockle, two hooves clung over a hundred brothers.
You discovered unmatched comfort such as no other.
An awl compiled your flight of stairs to a dynasty.
A lasting legacy of resilience and strength to foresee.
A hundred tides, over a thousand plovers of sunshine
You've witnessed a time journey and a legacy divine.
In the castanet you erected, you're overweight.
Memories are archived on a home limestone site.
Without us, you'd be as peaceful as dawn.
But we found your deeds, a ruby to fawn.
Witnessing your consciousness is a sight so rare.
As eyes leave your cheek, a glimmer, an affair
Saturn flashbulb lobes are viewed using a lens.
Stunning and appealing, transcendent loveliness
The snow breaks apart in a universe-wide ballet.
The rings are on exhibit; they are a marvelous display.
A motionless, tilted cap, a mark of your grace.
To learn how to leave things alone, embrace
Ocean Treasures A story underwater unfolds.
A quahog species, so ancient and bold.
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