Birth of a Poem

Sometimes,
the verses are born
fully formed ready to
be written in black words on white paper.

Most time,
I see their conception,
nurture them through the embryonic stage
and bring them forth into reality.

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Blessing or Curse

Memory can be
a blessing or a curse;
it depends on  us.

We can dwell
on bad recollections
and be unhappy.

Or we can
focus on good memories
and be happy.

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Knowledge

Knowledge
Begins with God
His Manifestation
Is the focal point of mankind's
Knowledge


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Key to Success

See the end
in the beginning

Visualize
the completed goal
before you start.

 

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Universal Melody

Life is an echoing melody,
Reverberating through the Universe;
God is the unseen player,
Of the instrument of evolution.


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Unsheathed Claws

Claws of dawn
penetrate day's closed eyelids
drawing the scarlet hue of morning.

 

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The Universe

Cosmic mirror
Reflecting the Creator's glory
To the world of matter

 

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Unity Meditation

One planet
Encased in a shell of oxygen
Floats in an ocean of cold hydrogen
swarms the the constituents of
One race


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Meditation on Life in the Universe

Matter's spiral connects
gender to gender,
forming the double helix
that connects generation to generation.

Life is a spiral ascending
the ladder of evolution;
ring by ring Being climbs
out of the mire of matter.

Nebula by nebula
planetary systems condense:
are born into the realm of matter.

Star by star
life forms advance:
climb the spiral of evolution.


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Love's Secret Garden

Love has a secret garden
Where the flowers of eternity grow
I walk through this garden
I inhale the fragrance of faith
Roses open in the light of morning
Close as the sun sets in the west
Sleep comes on cats’ feet



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Friday: A Poem

Freya's day; the sixth day of creation;
Independence; weeks flower closing;
Thank God it’s Friday; workweek ends;
A wilted bloom in love’s garden;
An echo in the corridors of time;
Vesper day of the universe; joy;
Evening song of the workweek;
Looking forward to the weekend.
Freedom’s echo; autumn song of the week.


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Prayer Suggestion

When you pray
Pray with sincerity
Believing your prayer answered.

 

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Movement Forward

Each day I journey toward a distant crest,
Only at sunset do I dare rest,
A moment of pray before moving on
Step by step I advance toward my goal.


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Tranquility

I intone prayers
God’s Greatest Name echoes
Through a tranquil house

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Reflection: A Poem about the Bab

The reflection of God
The Bab proclaimed a new day
God’s Kingdom on Earth.

 

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Coffee Meditation

Coffee hot and black
The fragrance of dawn’s light
Wakes body and mind.

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Proclaimation of Faith

Baha’u’llah,
The Glory of God,
The one promised
In all the sacred scriptures.

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Scent of Meditation

I meditate
upon a picture of Abdu’l-Baha,
Servant of the Glory
And inhale the scent of roses


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Dissipating Worry

Weary of worry
I intone God’s Most Great Name
Dark clouds dissipate.

 

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Earth's Pain

Listen carefully
You can hear Earth’s scream echoing
Off the tops of mountains.

Listen to her agony
As mountain tops are removed
To feed corporation’s bottom line.

Listen as her pain
Reverberates
Through atmosphere and mantel,
As her children
Obedient to the gods of greed
Behead her mountains
And fracture her stone hard bones.

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Depression Versus Happiness

Depression weary
My soul desires happiness
The Glory of God

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Summer Memories: Echoes

Fighter jets echo
Their contrails reflect the sun,
Tourist look up,
While locals smile
Remembering we live close
To an Air Force base

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His Light: To Baha'u'llah

His light grows brighter each year
Reflected from the souls
Of His lovers

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Summer Memories: Early Morning

Hazy blue morning
Birds fly from tree to tree
Rising temperatures

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Winter Dawn

White wings reflect dawn
A dove flies past my window
Black velvet turns blue

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Sometimes

Sometimes I get tired of being me
I just want to be
A woman who is free
Unencumbered by responsibility.

Sometimes I don’t want to be me
I want to act irresponsibly
And to on a spending spree.



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Exigcenits of Creation

At the boundary of vision
The treeline obscures
The receding horizon

 

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Autumn

Autumn's voice echoes
Dancing like leaves blown in the wind
Across the Northern Hemisphere

 

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Spring Memories

It was a new day
The wind whispered through oak leaves
Birds flew to their nests

 

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Humanity

Original parents produced a single species;
Nature's prism the spectrum separated;
Evolution the skin tones of humanity decorated.

Rich is humanity's rainbow,
Arrayed in the colors of life,
Complementing the creation of The Deity;
Expressing the purpose of life.


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No Time

We wrap time into neat packages,
Dividing the day into small slots,
Plan precisely every activity,
Leaving ourselves no time for thought,
No time notice the beauty of nature,
No time to feel our fellowman's woes.

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Reading the Word of God Before Going to Sleep

My mind
hungry for reality
consumes the Holy Words.

My eyelids
heavy with meditation
fight to stay open.

My mind
thirsty for the Water of Life
drinks long and deep.

My eyelids
surrendering to the joy of rest
close in asleep.

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Names of God

Each name
is a divine attribute,
a facet in love's gem,
and a reflection of the Almighty.

 

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Free Will Defined

Free will
gives individuals
the choice between good and evil.

 

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Is Hope

Is hope,
as some have said,
a desire for the tangible reality
of an item?

Is hope
a crystal goblet
reflecting the light of faith?

Is hope
a glass chain
attached to matters plain?

Is hope,
as others have said,
a creature with feathers
that lays snuggled in the heart?

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American Quilt

A patchwork quilt of humanity's multicultural heritage,
evolving through the interactions of it multicolored population
into a microcosms reflecting Earth's cultural heritage:
a patchwork quilt of humanity.


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On Hold

One instrumental after another
Nested between conversation breaks,
Holds my place in the queue.

One instrumental after another
Leaves me to languish in limbo,
Dallying on a frigid landscape.


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Ink of Poetry

Tears of love;
the distilled essence of honeysuckles and lemons;
hemoglobin from the from the heart of existence;
attar of bitter herb;
nectar stomped,
by the bare feet of attachment,
from the blossoms and thorn of the rose of desire;
sap from the Tree of Life;
and the ink of Divine inspiration.

This is the ink of poetry;
this is natural medicine;
it passes through the spirit-mind barrier
to heal the soul's chemistry.

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Power of God

The power of God
Is sufficient for the job
Of creating a world community
Living in peace and unity.


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Voice of Dawn

Close your eyes and listen
to the voice of dawn
reverberating through the air of morning
proclaiming to all humanity
the Glory of God.

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Walking in Darkness

We walk in darkness
looking for the Divine Light.

O humanity,
raise your eyes,
lookup and see,
the Light of the Glory of God
that is guiding you to peace and unity.

Take the hand of love,
offered by the Glorious Lord,
and walk out of the darkness.

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Prayer of Thanks

O Lord,
Thank you for letting me live in this day,
For allowing me to dwell at this time
And at this stage in history.

O Thou Kind Lord,
Thank you for giving me this opportunity,
To serve Thy Cause in this wonderful age.

O Most Generous One,
Thank you for helping me to do Thy will,
Thank you for Thy forgiveness.


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No Greater Glory

It isn't in the service of war
that our glory lies,
but in the service of peace.

Glory in the your service,
to humanity.

Baha'u'llah said:
"There is no greater glory..."
than in the service of peace.

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Prayer for Courage

O Lord!
Give me the courage
to show tolerance
to even the unbeliever.

O Almighty!
Give me the courage
to return love
even to those who show hate.


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Poets' Riddle

We are the sight of humanity,
And guides to the essence of reality.

We are the conscience of civilization,
Beacons indicating the next stage of evolution.

We are the scribes of history,
Journalist Transliterating chronology.

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Peace Is Not Accompanied By Silence

Vibrations
flow across the landscape
of creation,
inscribing rhyme and rhythm
into the flesh of Being.

Retreating
to the far corners of eternity,
silence flees
the intonations of reality.

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The Quest

He sit alone upon a mountain,
Seeking to know what will be,
He walked alone across empty plains,
Seeking to find eternity.

She walked along life's crowded way,
Helping her fellowman,
She labored long in the field of life
Feeding the hungry from her hands.

He died alone upon a mountain,
Still seeking to know what will be.
She died helping her fellowman.
Who found eternity?

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Sacred Scriptures

God is an Unknowable Essence
all the sacred scriptures bear witness
to the existence and love of the Almighty.

Read each Holy Book
with joy and happiness,
asking the Almighty to help
you understand the inner meaning.

A single paragraph
or verse twice a day,
morning and evening,
in joy and reverence.


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Celestial Inspiration

Open the book of celestial inspiration,
its chapters are the sacred scriptures
of every religion.

Real aloud the holy verse,
feeling the Holy Spirit
as it flows through
sentence,
paragraph,
page,
and chapter.


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Living Water

The sacred scriptures
are living water
flowing across the Earth
giving life to humanity.


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To Know and Love God

To know and love God:
This is the purpose of life!

To know and love God,
We seek His Unknowable Essence,
Through His Manifestation
The mirror reflecting His divine light.


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Nova

A new star blooms
in the seeker's soul,
transmuting doubt to faith
and lead to purest gold.

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Wildflower Memories of Spring

Elves dance
across the note laden air
sliding down strings of atoms.

Yellow daises waltz
in the rain scented air,
while white cream cups sway.

Blue cactus blossoms
kiss the first rays of dawn.

Red blossomed cactus bloom
their scarlet petals giving
color to the morning dew.

 

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I Am Humanity

I am a spiritual being!
I am a dual natured creature!
I am a conjunction
         of matter and energy;
         of flesh and spirit
         of soul and body.
I am a spiritual being
         having a material experience.


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Tests and Difficulties: Patience

Patience,
is a virtue,
that sometimes escapes me:
"The Remover of Difficulties" helps.

 

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Riddle of the Present

I move between two worlds!
Yesterday
I created myths about the stars,
and tomorrow
I will colonize Mars.

I am the link uniting
humanity's past and future.

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Peace Pledge

We will neither rest nor halt,
We will neither surrender nor withdraw,
Not until the torrents of justice descend
Like the waters of Noah's flood.

We will march hand-in-hand,
We will march shoulder-to-shoulder,
Waging peace until the currents of righteousness descend
Like a deluge upon the planet.

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Old Houses

I like Old houses!

Old houses
have mysteries
waiting to be solved.

Old houses
have secrets
craving to be discovered.

Old houses
have histories
demanding to be written.

Old houses
have flaws
yearning to be transformed.

Old houses
have poems
desiring to be read.

I love old houses,
because old houses have character.

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Daily Gratitude

Give thank every day
intoning one of God's names:
Make everyday Thanksgiving!

Rise at dawn
praising the Creator,
with joy and gratitude:
Make everyday Thanksgiving!

 

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Pipes of Peace

The pipes of peace echo
across the face of Earth
intoning supplications to the Glorious Lord.

The pipes of peace ascend
out of cool glens
chanting praise to Baha'u'llah.

The pipes of peace drown
out the drums of war
intoning prayers to the Prince of Peace.

The pipes of peace echo
up the mountain sides
chanting supplications to the Lord of Hosts.

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Unknowable Divine Essence

Unknowable,
beyond this material dimension,
the Almighty creator
dwells.

 

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The Shadow of a Cat

Gray ash
stains white curtains
migrates camel humped
across the windowsill.

 

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Soul

Each crystal facet bends light
to the wave length of its own choosing
reflecting green,
blue,
yellow,
or red
from the pure white light.


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Selfish Letter

I
is a selfish letter,
seeking its own pleasure.

I
stands alone
upon the field of life.

I
walks alone
across joyless plains.

I
is single
and always alone.

 

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Obedience to the Laws of God

A comet moving around the Sun,
I advance in the path of faith,
as atom by atom
the solar winds of test
strip my coma of dust and gas
transforming me in my obedience.


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Power Breakfast

The sun turns the sky pink
with the new born rays of light.
Prayers chanted in the dawn
break the fast of night.


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Sand and Stars

Singing Sand

Palm trees with their long beards hanging,
Nod to the breeze of morning,
Sand moving across the rising sun,
Intones the hymns of dawn.

Stars Shining

The hues of darkness,
Sparkle in the night,
Generating rays of joy,
That send atoms into flight.

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Search for Extra-Terrestrial Intelligence

Whispers
echo across the dark parsecs
that separate worlds
encased in embryonic sacks
of atmospheric gasses:

eggs containing
the viable embryos
of interstellar civilizations.

 

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To An Automible

Consuming in hast miles of macadam,
You transport me in belted security,
From dusk to dawn and back again.

Gulping gallons of volatile liquid,
Your horses purr like feeding kittens,
As your respiration poisons the air I breath.

Without you I am confined to to a snails pace,
Or to the queue waiting for a bus,
Or dependent on the kindness of other human beings.


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Summer Night Meditation

On summer nights
crickets sing ballads
to the man in the moon.

On summer nights
the man in the moon
is slowly transported
across the ebony firmament.

Olives ripen
on summer nights
their verdant green skins
are transformed into rich ebony.

 

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Prayer for Action

Enkindle my soul
Set it ablaze with Your Word
Let me proclaim Your Cause.

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Sweet Nothings

Combing
the palm trees straggly hair
the wind whispers sweet nothing in their ears.

 

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Poet's Meditation

Deep
in material tranquility
yesterday reposes.

Yesterday
whispers its diurnal wisdom
in the reverberation of rhythm.

Deep
in spiritual tranquility
tomorrow reposes.

Tomorrow
whispers its eternal wisdom
in the reverberation of rhyme.

 

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The Poet's Job

When Divine Revelation occurs
and God's Manifestation appears
the poet detects the change in the wind
and inscribes it in the annals of history.

 

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Prime Number Meditation

I am a Prime Number
divisible only by God
and myself.

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Prayer for Light

O Bread giver to Humanity!
O Creator of the Universe!
O Bestower of Immortality!
Reveal to us Thy Light,
let us see in Thine enlightened shadows
one reality.

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A New Day Coming

A new day coming
when the three onenesses shine
resplendent across the Earth.

A new day coming,
a day of peace and unity,
of humanity's maturity
when the oneness of God,
the oneness of religion,
and the oneness of humanity
are reflected in the interactions
of culture and civilization of the planet.


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Meditation

Meditation is the key
to writing mystic poetry;
it unlocks the door
to spirituality
and universal mysteries.


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The Present

The world is changing,
moving toward the peace
promised in the sacred scriptures.

 

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God's Gift

The gift of the Almighty
is unity and oneness:
God's names are many,
while His essence is one,
humanity is a single species,
and all religions share a common foundation.



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Search for Answers

Search for the answers
that satisfy both mind and soul
the human intellect is God's gift;
humanity must find answers that satisfy
both our scientific and spiritual curiosity.


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Dance of the Seven Sister

In the New Year
the Seven Sisters dance again
twirling around the black bear,
as she sings.

 

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Reading God's Word

I read God's Word,
prayers revealed through Baha'u'llah,
and feel the Holy Spirit
flowing through the scriptures.


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Nightingale's Call

Can you hear the call of God's Nightingale
Echoing through the gate of paradise,
Summoning humanity to unity.

 

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Feast of Might

This is the Feast Day of Might,
open the scriptures and consume
the reflection of God's glorious light.

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Water of Life

His words
is the water of life
nurturing the orchard of humanity.

Baha'u'llah,
the Glory of God,
the promised one has come.

 

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Meditation on the Word of God

I meditate
upon the revealed Word of God,
and realize that the All Glorious Beloved
know both my strengths and my weaknesses,
and sends tests to strengthen me.


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Humanity's Unity

Our unity
is in our DNA,
in the closely packed spirals
of our genetic code.


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Wake Up Call

Wanting the sun's healing touch,
the pain
in my right knee
wakes me on cold mornings.

I get up,
see the face of morning
in the rising sun,
hear the voice of dawn
in Las Vegas' collective yawn,
and taste
the sun's warm kisses
in hot sips
of black coffee.

This poem is also posted in the journal Writing in Snow, under the folder Awardicon Items, in my writing.com port. I am Prosperous Snow.

God's Plan

God's plan
is for us to use our minds
to determine truth
for ourselves,
and to find salvation
through the Lord of Revelation.


This poem is also posted in the journal Writing in  Snow, under the folder Awardicon Items, in my writing.com blog. My handle is Prosperous Snow.

Discovering the Secrets of the Universe

The virtues
of the seeker after truth
are two:
first, to seek knowledge,
second, to pray for blessings.

With these twin virtues
the seeker can discover
the secrets of the universe.


This poem is also posted in the journal Writing in Snow, under the folder Awardicon  Items, in my writing.com port. I am Prosperous Snow.

Late Afternoon Drive: Autumn Memory

Leafless limbs
Bid good night to the day

Islands drift
Across the azure sky

A dragon
Upside down between islands

A couple
Walk hand-in-hand

Palm trees' hair
Blow away from their faces

Waving flags
Welcome the setting sun

Green pine limbs
Beckon the rising moon

 This poem is also posted in  the journal Writing in Snow, in the folder Awardicom Items, in my writing.com port. I am Prosperous Snow.

Mirror of Unity

The mirror
of God's Most Great Name
cast His reflection
across the human heart
uniting humanity.

This poem can, also, be found in the journal Writing in Snow, located in the folder Awardican Items, in my writing.com port.

Work is Worship

Focus--
with all your mind, heart, and soul--
on the job at hand,
and do the best you can.


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My Mother's Prayer Book

I open Mom's prayer book
I leaf through it
to find
Mama's favorite prayers.

Memories flow through my mind
of Mama
setting in her room,
reading prayers
before she left the house
to go to work
or shopping.

This poem is also posted in the journal Writing in Snow, under the folder Awardicon Items, in my writing.com port. I am Prosperous Snow.

Meditation on Forgiveness

In the privacy of my chamber,
in the silence of morning
or evening,
I contemplate forgiveness
and ask my Lord to forgive me.


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Rejoice

Inhale the fragrance of morning,
the aroma of the new risen sun,
and rejoice.

 This is also posted in the journal Writing in Snow, under Awardicon Items, in my writing.com port. I am Prosperous Snow.

Queued

The line advances,
A snake slithering
between roped corridors.

 This poem is also posted in Writing in Snow, under Awardicon Items, in my writing.com port. I am Prosperous Snow.

Prayer

Prayer transforms
the individual's soul and mind.

In the tranquility
of your abode
intone the prayers
revealed by the Glory of God,
while feeling the Holy Spirit
flowing through the words.

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Healing a Gift of God

Healing comes from God
doctors and medication are
tools of the Almighty.

 

This poem is also posted in Writing in Snow, under the folder Awardicon Items, in my writing.com port.

 

 

Butterfly

My soul is a butterfly
in the cocoon of matter
being transformed
by the grace and test
of the Almighty.

This is also posted in my writing.com port in the journal Writing in Snow. This journal can be found in the folder Awardicon Items. On writing.com I am Prosperous Snow.

Happy Friendship Day

Happy Friendship Day
to all my neighbors across
across the Earth and the Universe.

 

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August

August a month of joyful memories
Urging me to pay again in cool pools,
Gust of hot summer winds
Urge my aging body to stay indoors and
Sip iced tea from tall cold glasses
Thoughts of my child hood return: Making me smile.

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City Living

It is the city's
incessant pulsating chant,
the unremitting
rise and fall of decibels,
and the continuous throbbing of tones
that lacerates
the curtains of sleep,
penetrates
the minds deep canyons,
and aggravates
the soul's anxiety.

Even in the bright midnight,
when pools of darkness congeal
at intersections and parking lots
an endless hum stabs
at vibrating eardrums.

This poem is, also, posted in Writing in Snow, which is under Awardicon Items in my writing.com  port.

Thursday Poem

I don't want to watch world news today,
I just want to write and pray.

I might write a poem,
story,
or essay
about something positive
I have to say.

I will take a walk in the house,
because the excessive heat warning
prevents me from going out.

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The Nightingale Calls

The nightingale calls,
Out of the darkness that hides the dawn,
His melody echoes across the valley of shadows,
Waking from sleep the lovers of light.

The nightingale calls,
Out of the light that veils the dawn,
His song echoes across the chaos of morning,
Rousing from slumber lovers of God.

This  poem is also posted in the journal Writing in Snow under the folder Awardicon Items in my writing.com port. I am Prosperous Snow.

Gifts of the Spirit

Created to reflect
all the divine attributes
we must strive to polish the mirrors of our souls.

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Protection

Each day I don the armor of God
through prayer,
contemplative meditation,
and study of the sacred scriptures.

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Summer: A Poem

Las Vegas summer
Triple digit temperatures
Sometimes clouds and rain.

 This is also posted in Writing in Snow, which is under the folder Awardicon Items in my writing.com port.

Banner of Unity

The banners of unity unfurl
proclaiming the oneness of God,
the common foundation of religion,
and the oneness of humanity.

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I Pray

I cry for you America,
weep because of your illness
of fear and hate.

I pray for you America,
I say healing prayers for
your recovery

 This poem is posted in my writing.com port in the journal Writing in Snow. This journal can be found in the folder Awardicon Items. I am Prosperous Snow

Gratitude

Daily gratitude
a prayer whispered at dawn:
attitude of praise.

 I've changed my gratitude list from ten items once a week to five items each day. Today, I placed those five items in Writing in Snow. This journal is under the folder Awardicon Items located in my writing.com port.

Celebration

Fireworks decorate
the night sky celebrating
Independence Day.

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Cat's Cradle

Mind and soul play together,
with words on a looped theme.
Alternately stretching rhyme and rhythm
over the fingers of stanza and line.

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July

July,
a new Gregorian month,
with thirty-one days
to pray,
to write,
and to read the sacred scriptures.

July,
with triple digit temperatures,
fireworks,
and picnics
to celebrate
Independence Day
in the United States.


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The Age I Live In

I contemplate the age
in which I love;
the need for love and unity,
and respect for the planet.

I weep,
and I ask myself:
"How do I contribute
to the needs of the present day?"

This poem was inspired by a quote from Baha'u'llah. A copy of this poem can be found in the journal Writing in Snow, which is under the folder Awardicon Items, in my writing.com port. I am Prosperous Snow.

A Reason to Rejoice

Rejoice
for this is
The Day of the Lord.

 

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Father's Day 2018

Happy Father's Day, Daddy.
I miss you.
I've missed you all my life.
You ascended into heaven in 1998,
I am sending my love to you
by saying prayers for your soul.

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Pain

The steed of the Valley of Love
is chomping at the bit
waiting for the rider
to place a saddle on it.

This poem is also posted in the journal Writing in Snow, under the folder Awardicon Items, in my writing.com  port. I am Prosperous Snow.

Getting Through the Day

Getting through the day
I pause to say a prayer,
listen to music:
attempt to drive away the blues.

 

This poem is also found in Writing in Snow in my writing.com port.

 

Poetry Critique

Intertwined
among the wander lines
of interrupted reality

Allusions
indicating a bard's
perspective

This poem is also in today's entry in Writing in Snow, which is under Awardicon Items in my writing.com port. On writing.com I am Prosperous Snow.

Soul Tracks

The soul leaves traces:
prehistoric paintings
etched on the walls of caves,
red ochre
scattered in graves,
rock art carved
on the walls of desert canyons.

The soul leaves traces:
subtle essence to guide
the open minded,
the unsure,
and the seeker after truth.

The soul leaves traces:
for the artist who has eyes to see,
for the poet who has ears to hear,
and the agnostic on the road to faith.

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Sacraments

I rise to greet the morning
God's Most Great Name on my lips
and His splendor lights
the predawn darkness.

His words,
memorized from daily reading,
flow through my mind confirming
His shelter,
His protection,
and the glory of His presence.

This poem is also in Writing in Snow located in my writing.com port under Awardicon Items. I am Prosperous Snow.

Reading the Prayers of Baha'u'llah

I read the words of the Blessed Beauty,
My spirit flies to the throne of God,
Unity becomes a reality,
And humanity becomes my family.

This poem is posted in Writing in Snow in my writing.com port. The journal is in the folder Awardicon Items. I am Prosperous Snow.

The Poet

The poet proclaims
mirroring to humanity
the present reality.

The poet foretells
revealing to humankind
a glorious vision of the future.

 

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What Makes Me Happy?

Placing my problems
in the hands of the Blessed Beauty,
reading the revealed Words of the Almighty,
and taking action that the Holy Spirit reveals.

 

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Silence

The interval
between the axon's transmission
and the dendrite' reception.

The pause
between the blue tinged sky
and the sun's rising.

The space
between the characters
of a word.

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Celebrating the Day of Glory and the Month of Grandeur

I intone prayers
revealed by the Pen of Glory,
the Blessed Beauty.

I intone prayers
celebrating the month of Grandeur,
the day of Glory.

Each day of the week
commemorates an attribute of God,
and each month of the year
a characteristic of the Almighty.

Every day of the week,
and of the month
is a reason to celebrate;
a reason for praising
the Lord of Glory.

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In the Winter of My Life

In the winter of my life,
I contemplate the sacred writing
revealed by Baha'u'llah
and weep.

I cry
because I know,
that no matter how long I have left
on the physical plane,
I will never be able to read
and meditate on
more than 1%
of those scriptures.


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Feline Perfection

Perfection is a cat
staring out at
the night.

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The World Repaired

One soul at a time
the tears of a thousand years were dried;
the deep heart wounds sutured,
with forgiveness-love;
and the million plus names of God
united in a phrase.

Then
the Children of the Book,
the Children of God,
The Chosen Ones,
the Saved,
became guiding lights
on the highway to unity.

Quality Control

The soul has quality of design
to be reliable over time.

The body needs quality of incoming materials
to provide the soul with a healthy casing.

Quality control of process
is assured by education.

Quality assurance
results from faith in God.

 

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Night

Black
like humanity's matriarch,
her raven hair braided with precious gems,
her strong arms embrace her frightened children,
as she lulls them to sleep with an ancient lullaby.


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Pennies From Heaven

Coins descend on me,
bright coppers rain from above,
bringing me luck, joy, peace, and love.

 

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The Witness

Every undivided component
of matter
affords evidence of God

 

 

A Poet Is

A poet is a woman
who sits in tears
as she tears
life's pages from time's coloring book.

A poet is a man
who kneels to pray
for strength to pursue his prey
of words across the mind's ripply brook.

Obligation to Peace

Society's duty
is to establish
the conditions of peace.

The individual's duty
is to create the circumstances
for peaceful coexistence.

Their choice of techniques
come from the scriptures,
individual and tribal experiences,
and reason.

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Healing Medicine

I turn on the news,
I see
hate and fear flowing free.

I weep for humanity,
the progeny of Adam,
who do not appear to see
their commonality.

They have divided themselves artificially:
by color,
creed,
nationality,
etc.

I have lost their trust in the Almighty,
and divided the All-Knowing Creator
by names,
attributes,
etc.

The medicine
to heal their disease,
is unity:
the ability to see humanity,
         as a single species,
God,
         as a single essence,
and religion,
         as a progressive
                   revealed through Divine Messengers.

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Art

Gift of the Holy Spirit,
and the healer of humanity's wounds
when the artist soul turns in praise
to the glorious Lord.

 

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At the Sacred Threshold

At the sacred threshold,
my grieving heart is solaced
by verses revealed by the Pen of Glory.

At the sacred threshold,
I contemplate the grandeur of creation,
and give thinks for the majesty of the endless universe.

At the sacred threshold
my spirit reflect on the dominion
and greatness of the Almighty Creator.

 

Grace of God

Through the Grace of God
humanity is one race:
a single brotherhood,
and sisterhood.

Through the Grace of the Almighty,
the sacred scriptures
have been sent down
to guide the human soul.

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Work is Worship

A prayer of praise
A benefit to humanity
A joyful experience

Mother's Day Poem: One Race

Germinated
In the womb of Africa
Humanity sent shoots worldwide

 

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Oneness of Humanity

We are one family
Our ancestral unity
Mapped
Traced
Through mitochondrial DNA
To a woman
In Africa

One womb quickened us
Formed us
Fed us
Birthed us
Gave us

Soul stirring passions
That carried us
Through time and across continents
Splintered us
Into separate segments
Of one race


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The Poet Speaks

In the twilight years of poetry
when the word lovers weep
for lack of rhymes,
when street gestures
and catacomb profanity
hide unexpressed
in the dictionaries
of dead civilizations,
when impoverished odes are painted
on enslaved eyeballs,
the poet speaks.

The poet speaks
vomiting stanzas across
the pristine streets of ignorance,
spreading the bacteria of knowledge
through unthinking populations,
and teaching the unaware
how to ask questions.

I poem is posted in Writing in Snow in my writing.com port under the folder Awardicon Item. I am Prosperous Snow.

Random Thoughts on Poetry

Chocolate fibers;
stanzas of white light;
cantos of dark radiance
rejuvenate
the heart's yearning
for poetic metaphors.

Coffee poured
into mugs of morning laughter,
into cups
of noonday desires,
into memories
of poetic similes.

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Thoughts of a World Citizen

I'm a citizen of Earth,
I'm a citizen of the world,
humanity my race.

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A Sound Like Fire

A sound like fire
Roars through grottoes in poets' souls
Flares into words of flame and light
That ignite poets' tongues.

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The Soul

After the mirror shatters,
the light continues to shine
in the worlds of God.

This poem is in the journal Writing in Snow, which is located under a folder in my writing.com port.

Meditation on Star Formation

Love grows
in the heart of darkness,
acquiring photon by photon
faith's luminous desire.

 

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The Power Within

Fear makes a tight knot in my belly
Helpless I cower within my self-made prison
Unable to overcome my own weaknesses

I'm not alone
I'm created in God's image
the power to overcome is within

Each of God's Manifestations
Have given the same advice
In different words
Each has come to help humanity evolve

To help us step beyond our prisons of self
To overcome our own weaknesses
To find the Power of God
That lies within the human soul

Within each human being
God has placed His image

Within each of us
The Almighty ha place
The power to overcome our own fears

The voices of God's Chosen Ones
Echo down the corridors of history
Repeating each in his own language

Look within
Know yourself
Look not at your own weaknesses
Place your complete trust in God
You can overcome

I feel the knot loosening
Hear the prison doors opening
See the chains falling

 This poem is also posted in my writing.com port in the journal Writing in Snow.

Perchance to Dream

On a night without stars
I am walking down the middle of a street,
with cars parked along both curbs
and talking to someone in a white van.

A large brown dog,
wearing a stamp with a politician's politician's picture on it,
is standing statue still in front of us.

Only the dog,
myself,
and the person in the van
are in my dream.

The dog bits my left leg,
and I am lost
in a river at dawn,
the light of the sun
glows so bright
that it blinds my mind.

On a night without stars,
I dream of a dog biting my leg,
and I am walking on azure waters
that chill the wind's hot tears.

Azure waters flow,
down slime wet halls,
washing away the charcoal terror
of night,
and red wine suges
across the glowing rime of winter.

Only the dog talks;
announces casting calls
for cost cutting
politicians.


This poem is posted in my writing.com port in the journal Melting Snow.

Radiant Acquiescence

Together
our spell bound hearts ascend
above the battle field in unity.

This poem is also posted in Writing in Snow which is in my writing.com port.

Ninth Day of Ridvan: A Poem

Ninth Day of Ridvan
Celebrating unity
Family of humanity

 

A copy of this poem is in the Journal Writing in Snow located in my writing.com port. On writing.com I am Prosperous Snow.

Rebirth

Resurrected from
Brown stubble green shoots ascend
Out of the rich earth

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A New Creation

Recreated through the power of God.
Humanity walks naked through creation's fire,
Emerging a new race - reborn from the ashes of the old.

Paradise echoes with a new song;
The Universe, compressed into its primordial atom,
explodes into a new existence.

Purged of the maladies of matter,
We rise to meet our Lord in the air;
We stand holding a new name written upon a white stone.

This poem is also posted in my writing.com port in the journal Writing in Snow.

Rude Awakening

The shock
of sudden consciousness
clouds my last dream.

Illusions
are meant to be dispelled,
but not so suddenly.

This poem is also posted on my writing.com port in Writing in Snow.

Companion Poems

Reading the Word of God in Bed

My mind
hungry for reality
consumes the sacred words

My eyelids
heavy with meditation
fight to remain open

My mind
thirsty for the water of life
drinks long and deep

My eyelids
surrender to sleep

Reading Poetry in Bed

My mind
sated with verse
falls into a contemplative stupor

My eyelids closes
pupils focus on the interplay
of light and shadow

Words unassociated
with the odes I just read
jolt my mind awake

My eyelids open
pupils focus on the interplay
of meter and rhyme


These poems are also posted on my writing.com in the journal Writing in Snow.

Poetry and Spirituality

Poetry and spirituality
is a circumglobal experience
that simultaneously embraces
sacred passions and worldly wisdom;
tranformative monologues and prayer;
religious history and the Mystery.

Words burn through the veil that separates
God's names into religions and sects;
words forge transcendent links
that unify concepts of divinity;
words merge to forms
astonishing readable translations
of reality.

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A Romantic Challenge

Time caresses
my auburn tresses
wrapped around my fingers.

The first gray strands,
a perfect white,
a solitary stone,
a wisp of day
against the cruel night.

I think I see
a ringer in the mirror.

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First Day of Ridvan: A Poem

On the First Day of Ridvan
I read the musk-scented scriptures
inscribed by the Pen of God's Glory,
and inhale the perfume of paradise.

A copy of this poem is posted in my writing.com port in the Journal Writing in Snow.

Roses For Ridvan

On the first day of Ridvan
Roses bloomed in paradise
Proclaiming the Glory of God
To a weeping world.


The first day of Ridvan begins at sunset on Friday, April 20. I have a copy of this poem posted in my writing.com port in the journal Writing in Snow.

Gratitude

In everything give thanks!
Never doubting that God exist.

Each day He blesses every unselfish deed.
Victory and defeat instructs the conscious soul.
Each test encountered strengthens the seeker's faith.
Reach beyond the limits of materiality.
Your salvation is to overcome your duality.
Together body and spirit compose a single entity.
Humanity was created to live eternally.
In everything give thanks!
Never doubting that God exist.
God does not leave His lovers unconsoled.

God does not leave His lover unconsoled.
In everything give thanks!
Victory and defeat instructs the conscious soul.
Eternity was created for humanity.

Thought and deed must go hand-in-hand.
Heaven and hell is constructed individually.
At death the soul vibrates at a higher level;
Never doubting that Tod exist.
Knowledge of God comes through His Manifestation.
Salvation is accepting God's Manifestation.

A copy of this poem can also be found in my writing.com port in the journal Writing in Snow.

Praise the Lord: A Poem

Praise the Lord,
creator of the universe,
creator of stars and planets,
creator of galaxies and soul possessing life.

Raise your voices in glorification,
intone melodies of gratitude
for the moment of your conception,
for the blessing of physical life,
for the soul that is the real you,
and for the tests that educate your soul.

This poem is also posted in a journal located in my writing.com port. The journal this poem is is is titled Welcome to my Weird Life.

Yes! A Mystic Poem

Yes
is a private choice,
between the lover and the beloved,
whose consequences reverberate
through the sacred scriptures,
the pages of history,
and the stanzas of poems.

Yes!
Proclaimed,
in all its power and glory,
when the question is ask:
Am I not your Lord?
Becomes
salvation's bridge.

Yes!
Repeated
generates echoes,
in the space-time continuum,
that reverberates
through matter and energy,
through mind and spirit,
through past and future
to forge a new world view,
to create a new approach to reality
and to merge
the lover with the beloved.

This is also posted in my writing.com journal Writing in Snow.

Motivational Monday: Contemplating Motivation

Where does motivation come from?
From the Holy Spirit,
through the sacred scriptures
revealed by Baha'u'llah,
The Bab,
Muhammad,
Christ,
and any of the other
sacred scriptures I read
or come across.

Seasons of Civilization

Spring is a time of new beginnings,
When nature begins a New Year,
A time of new births and stronger feelings;
A new age - the judgment day humanity fears.

Summer is a time of growing,
A time for nature's beauty to mature.
This is the time of empire building,
When the new civilization looks to the future.

Fall and winter - times of harvesting and dying;
When nature is at its lowest ebb.
Civilization is in decay - awaiting a Divine Manifestation,
When true civilization appears dead.

Thus civilization and nature follow the same law,
God's law.

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Success Defined

To attain the object of her quest,
The seeker must never rest,
But must ascend the maintains,
That separate the valleys of faith.

This poem, along with its inspiration, is an entry in Writing in Snow. This journal in in my port on writing.com.

Poetry Reading

Impaled
on atoms of air
rising into
the upper atmosphere,
poets echo
the full moons love
for the sun.

Reverberating
from the firmament's ebony ceiling,
poets intone
Earth's untitled sonnets
to the expanding universe.

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How Beautiful is the Morning?

How beautiful is the morning?
Beautiful the scarlet rays of dawn.
Is it time for the Lord to return?
The Glory of the Lord reveals
Morning to humanity.

How beautiful is the morning?
Beautiful the white clouds up above.
Is it time to proclaim
The splendor of the Lord's return?
Morning is passing quickly.

How beautiful is the morning?
Beautiful the pilgrims going eastward.
Is there a reason to rejoice?
The Most Great Name intoned in
Morning's crisp air.

How beautiful is the morning?
Beautiful is God's dawning light.
Is this the reason that we sing?
The nightingale intones
Morning's might.

Also posted in my writing.com journal Writing in Snow.

Old Houses

I love old houses!

Old houses have mysteries
waiting to be solved.

Old houses have secrets
waiting to be revealed.

Old houses have histories
demanding to be written.

Old houses have flaws
yearning to be transformed.

Old houses have poems
desiring to be composed.

Old houses have character!


Please note: I have poems I posted in this blog also posted in one of my writing.com journals.

Love Interest

How do you compound our love?
Annually;
Semiannually;
Quarterly;
Monthly;
Weekly;
Daily:
or continually?

Tell me,
Please,
The nominal interest rate you use!

Our incompatibility comes
Not from our lack of interest,
But
From our different expectations
Concerning this investment.

Why I Write

I write
for the Glory of God.

I pray
for forgiveness
when my lower self
interferes and causes
me to momentarily unfocus
on the reason I write poetry.

Of Roses and Humanity

The beauty of a rose garden
is its variety
of color.

Different hues of roses
grow together in perfect harmony.

The beauty of humanity
is in its diversity.

Come,
let us associate
like the roses in a garden
getting along despite their color differences.

 

Creation Saturday: Three Views of Dawn

1

First light awakens
the glint of dew
on outstretched arms:
Saguaro sentinels,
silent witnesses
to the ever changing panorama
of life,
wave good morning
to flocks mourning doves.

2

Turning pink
with the splendor of a new day
dawn clouds
promise rain.

3

Pastel blues and reds
streak the clouds of morning
waking the poet's muse.

Contemplating Non-Violence

Human beings
are not beast of the field
that we should maim and kill one-another.

Violence, anger, and hatred
separates the descendants of Adam and Eve
into armed camps
set on destroying each other
because some human created
concept of superiority.

Humanity is a single species,
God is a single divine essence
with many names,
and all religions
have been sent down to humanity
from the same Divine Essence
through different prophets
or manifestations--
each of which
has revealed prescriptions
to assist the human race to advance
both materially and spiritually.

Gratitude

Gratitude expressed
through actions and not just words:
prayer shown in acts of kindness.

 

Renewal

Rebirth,
renewal,
resurrection,
and transformation.

As I read
the sacred scriptures
my faith is resurrected,
my joy is renewed,
my fear transformed into courage,
and my spirit reborn.

Is Poetry Necessary?

Poetry
is a necessity
to humanity.

Poetry
reflects the beauty
of the universe.

Poetry
reflects history
through the eye of the poet,
rather than the historian.

Poetry
lets the poet
comment on events
in a way that focus
on the subtle components.

Poetry
is necessary
because it whisper
to our souls.

Humanity's Conscience

Humanity's Conscience

I ponder
the quotes of other poets
in my search of meaning?
Or a reason to write?

I need no reason to write because,
even in my dreams,
stanzas and lines,
metaphors and similes
come unbidden into my mind.

Some of the quotes
resonant in my soul:
such as Geoffrey Nash's implication
that poets compose the conscience of humanity.

Now I ask myself,
"What does it mean to be the conscience of humanity?"
"Why do I write poetry?"
"Who do I write for?"

One question I can answer,
but the other two will have to wait
until my soul and body separate,
and my soul ascends into the spiritual realm.

Poetry...
art...
is a gift from the Holy Spirit:
I write for the Glory of God.

Five Days Left in March

There are five days left in March, 

Five days of weird March weather, 

Five days until Poetry Writing Month 

And unknown April weather. 

I haven't checked the weather for April, 

Because its either going to be hot or cold, 

I like surprises, 

So it doesn't matter to me what the weather 

Forecast indicates. 

I'm going to close now, 

And check the heat 

Because it is cold 

In this apartment today. 

National Poetry Month

On April 1, 2018, National Poetry Month begins. That is thirty days devoted to reading and writing poetry. My goal is to attempt new poetry forms in April. I want to try some of the forms I don't use, which is a lot. Lately, I've been writing most of my poems in either free verse or freestyle (similar to free verse, but with rhyme). 

World Poetry Day

The splendor of the season 

Radiates across the Earth, 

Spring in the Northern Hemisphere, 

Autumn in the Southern Hemisphere, 

Encouraging new poems 

About the glory of the seasons.