Cool light! Arrows peaceful, doled out from the moon Gifts away its all received from the sun, keeping none; it befits - An ailing eye benefits from rubbing the sole of the feet The belly says ‘thank you' to the hands that feed Water quenches, but is left thirsty unless it first Sates the parched... Sign in to see full entry.
Joy, O Joy, the beautiful one! You, the most Unfathomable enigmatic mystery overwhelming! Take us into your folds not as guest but a host Fly us to the land where sorrows abound, overflowing Tears express; not always of sadness necessarily They appear ever so often as companions in negativity, only... Sign in to see full entry.
Three men wise from the east, pilgrims, on camel-backs journeyed - “A cold coming they had of it”, to Bethlehem, through snowy peaks, To witness the birthing of Christ, and of their new faith On way to the land of their Nativity they pass “three trees on a low sky”, Presage of the three crosses on... Sign in to see full entry.
Engrossed as I was,deep in my flippant cacophony Turning in or turning out images, nary a funny Busy braining my wit stormy, while sculpting elite Thoughts of (untold) sketchy Hellenic delight Descending the flight of stairs was my sweetie, Her name, I must tell you sagacious readers, is Ruthie... Sign in to see full entry.
My heart is stone-dead, parched up dry No song, no rhythm, no sorrow, makes me cry Be thou me; engulf me with thy showers of grace O Noble one, take away all my cloggings - they trace, They chase, they haunt, beyond all my favorite haunts – To where I thought I could elope from all my flighty wants... Sign in to see full entry.
Rain came in torrents with the night darkening My day’s work done and the last guest gone I locked the door. Knock, knock! Who can be there? Weary and trodden, I ignored peeping through the door None can at this ungodly hour be my guest “Come”, said I, “lay to your rest”. It’s just the doors, or... Sign in to see full entry.
A woodcutter, all his life cut wood and weeds In the jungles. With a daily load on his head Walked he to the market to sell his deeds Made some money and ate his food Never did he from his task, deflect or waver Nor ever did think life was not wholly good. Not so today; now old and feeble Try as he... Sign in to see full entry.
Sam desired of me to write a critique of my own poem, “ Steps in Redemption ”. She observes, “I think it would be outstanding if you took this poem and objectively critique as though you had not written it. It is loaded top to bottom with conveyance of transitioning to salvation”. Somewhat difficult... Sign in to see full entry.
What is Spirituality save finding our connection … Who we are, released from annexation Relaxed in the Supreme power that be – Existence No past, no future, only abiding in present intense Is all … Agreed! Ruminations gnaw, am I qualified for progress, I Feel there are obstructions? Responses... Sign in to see full entry.
I have heard, heard from quarters deep Love is the glue that holds, binds, unites the universe Why is it then that nectarine waters in me not seep? Is it because I do not love myself? This verse, This question I surmise is in season In spite of all my bawdy internal treason I do realize I have not... Sign in to see full entry.