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 Nov 23
SYL
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We are called God’s masterpiece –
We are His art in progress.
Each was an abstract of their kind
And only the Artist knows how to interpret it;
Only He knows what we are made of and made for.

When others see the beauty in us,
The credit is not ours but to our Artist.
He made us and He finds beauty in us.

Art is an expression
And God expressed Himself through us.
What kind of Artist is He?
Who made us out of His image.

How selfless is He?
And how loving is He?
No one can even take a glimpse
Of His mindful plans for us.

And so we are meant to create something new,
Something that our soul is passionate about,
Something that boosts our confidence in the Lord,
Something that brings us to the fulfillment of His purpose for us.

To express ourselves in various forms of art —
The art of love, forgiveness, redemption, salvation, and so on.
We indeed are God’s art
And as we continue to align ourselves with Him
That picture becomes clearer each day.
 Nov 17
Sally A Bayan
☕️☕️☕️

Awake still, a few hours
before sunrise…and yet,
every morning, rising early
is a hard habit to break.

Dry thirsty mouth awaits
the morning’s initial cup
of steaming fulfillment.
caffeine's instantaneous effect
goes beyond waking hours,
working it’s way through the
day’s unfolding inspirations,
born from uncertainty, as
well as predictability, and
through deep concentration
and cups of hot refills.

One gets rapt in the hours of the
day…regardless if it’s a win or lose,
five-thirty…six pm approaches...
Mooned…or moonless, night comes,
to pause, or otherwise…our bodies,
our circumstances, the horizon speak:

‘Enough’ is a decision arrived at,
the dark sky leads to a new dawn,
to new journeys, once again, to be
enriched, inspired, and sustained by
countless cups of fresh coffee.

So, if it’s already four, or five am,
no more dilly-dallying..get up now,
have your first cup…take the first sip,
be driven………….be inspired.
☕️☕️☕️

sally b

©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
 Sep 18
SUDHANSHU KUMAR
We understood each other better...
When you're just a ‘White Light’
and I was just a mere ‘Glass (Slab).’
But the moment you found that ‘Prism,’
you dispersed and showed 7 colors...
That left me confused, to figure out,
which one's true..!
 Aug 25
SUDHANSHU KUMAR
You called me, your “Moon,”
and enjoyed every bit of moonlight...
But the moment you saw the “Sunshine,”
you ran behind it while the “Moon” continued to wait,
even after losing its identity..!
It's the sunlight that overshined the moon, but the moon never lost its presence!
 Aug 20
Glenn Currier
When I start to regret the past
I have to ask
what does that piece of me mean
is it something best forgot
or a lesson
that turns my dark to green
It might make my dust into stars.

I should not waste my scars.
I thank Archer (https://hellopoetry.com/McBleak/) for the idea for this poem with his poem, “Waiting Game (https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4598204/waiting-game/v)
 Aug 16
Satvik gupta
ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ Sᴏɴɢ ʜᴀS ɪᴛ'S ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪS , ɪᴛ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅS ᴏɴ  ᴛʜᴇ Sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ Fᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ Sᴏɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴏᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛ.

ʟɪᴋᴇᴡɪSᴇ

ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘᴇʀSᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ , ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ , ʜᴀS ʜɪS/ʜᴇʀ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪFᴇ . ᴡᴇʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅS ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ SIᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ  ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ( ʀɪɢʜᴛ Sᴏɴɢ ) ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀesᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ.
 Aug 12
tina kimi
if dreams are real
i will be able to built
a fortress for you, my children.

a place where freedom is vast
where our thoughts can roam
freely into colors

a  haven to make our own choices.
 Aug 12
Aishu
The bird in you wants to fly.
So why wait?
Let it soar high.
Soar high in the direction of your dreams
 Aug 6
Glenn Currier
Lost in labyrinthine passages
flitting from one bright dangly thing to another
following the lead of my cravings
which was no lead at all
somehow roads were paved
in your direction
and I found my way
into the chambers of your heart.
 Jul 29
Descovia
The time will come
Where my words will
forever remain as unforbidden memories
Left by those that remember
me from our legacy in creation.
Wielding the pen is a concept
a complex human as myself
will never achieve the skill-set to master.
It's a calling for me to wield justice and harmony
My time to equip the sword, will be my destiny soon.
I'm not afraid of the battle ahead.
I have slayed demons stronger than my own
Fought against my alter ego and argued with my conscious for answers
Witnessed guardian angels endure tragic falls.

The pen is mightier than the sword
The sword completes the point and cuts down the objective differently
I am not afraid to die protecting the world I love
It's all a cost for new age peace & awakening on the other side
I will not continue a cycle of hatred!
_ I love every part of you and it's worth fighting for_
I appreciate all of you for pushing me.
Motivating me. Inspiring me. Completing me.
In every imaginable way to be the best of me.
A stronger father. Advanced writer. A healer amongst all souls.
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