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12/21/2020 8:12:19 PM
THE SINGING OF THE HYMNS	During the singing of the hymns A miracle suddenly appeared to the congregation.The church was shaken by thunder and lightning to its foundation.And the glorious voices of angels came down singing in dedication. Praises to seven glorified saints and to the holy men in jubilationWho faithfully carried the cross upon their backs in consecration.Singing sacred chants of holy praises to the almighty in exaltation And the seven spirits began to circle the altar seven times seven in unification.miraculously seven golden chained thuribles appeared in ornamentation for the ceremonial purification of hot coals and hyssop incense That filled the church with the sweet fragrance. of hope and salvation
12/27/2020 3:50:46 PM
A 100 year old rosewood door.	*A Hundred-year-old rosewood door,* was Imported from Brazil and hung before the civil war, according to the local folklore, It was an impressive reddish brown wood door. *That belonged to a liquor store.* Old local newspaper clippings found on the floor *Describe the terrific uproar.* When a hundred women or more stormed the liquor store. *They became unhinged and ripped down that old eyesore.* Singing and marching no more liquor stores *no more rosewood doors.*
12/31/2020 5:36:56 PM
The quilter's hand	*Sunflower seeds sewn into the ground* *Embroidered into rows of beds of brown* *Pinned down by the sun's rays* *With warm golden threads* *Of brilliant yellows and rosy reds* *sewn by the quilter's hand* *Stitch by stitch thread by thread* *Fabric by fabric she layers* *the fertile lands and flowing rivers* *of blue, green and yellow silken threads.* *weaving its way into the sprouting beds.* edited by jargenlink on 1/4/2021
1/5/2021 8:23:26 PM
Pit of fire	The preacher preached a fiery sermon. Words penetrating the soul like hot coals on fire. Branding with burning guilt across the hearts Who seek after sinful desires. That scratches the soul like. prickly thorns and briars. Pleasure and temptation conspire. To lead you into the pit of fire.
1/8/2021 12:31:48 AM
He commands the rings of saturn	The heavens open up and the lord's spirit. came down from heaven riding on clouds of lightning bolts That filled the church. with tails of shooting stars and streaks of comets He then commanded the rings of Saturn. to anoint the icons with brightly shining halos He then commanded the flames from the sun. to light the holy candles And he commanded the rocks from the holy land. to pile up one upon the other and placed the altar upon it and blessed everyone from that place. edited by jargenlink on 1/8/2021
1/12/2021 9:16:29 PM
words sweetly sweep	My Words sweetly sweep. across her ear lobes. into her canals beating against Her tightly stretched drums to lingering memories of past pleasures beyond any treasures and never any successors for my words are the sweetest and the deepest that enters her canals
1/18/2021 9:59:55 PM
In the darkroom	In the darkroom, she sat near the window. Her lips pressed against the pane. kissing glass and dreaming of her past broken relationships With interrupted thoughts, Her eyes begin to cry streaks of tears. with her lips pressed against the glass shifting from pane to pane across the French window
2/6/2021 6:49:58 AM
In the darkroom	ThunderCartouche wrote: In the darkroom, she sat near the window. Her lips pressed against the pane. kissing glass and dreaming of her past broken relationships With interrupted thoughts, Her eyes begin to cry streaks of tears. with her lips pressed against the glass shifting from pane to pane across the French window All of the past is broken The French tragedy is the escape of fatality, not fatalism The imagery is pristine. The poem cannot escape the one scene that you portrait. Perhaps if you engaged in the above philosophy. I have reworked this poem and will submit it again … thank you I need all the help I can get lol. edited by jargenlink on 2/6/2021 it will be called French window. edited by jargenlink on 2/6/2021
2/6/2021 12:32:24 PM
Monocular	I was standing tall, really thought I knew the score. but when I saw you through the monocular You gave me, sitting in his car holding. you in his arms while smoking his Cuban cigar from afar, I was impressed with how well this monocular works so far.
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