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.

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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.

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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

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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.


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