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.

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

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.

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

Protection

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.


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

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.

 

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

 

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.

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

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.

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

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.