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Dec 2015 Jeffrey Pua

Alyssa Underwood

Feasting table under a shading tree
Swaddling robe that warmly cleans
Mirror beautifying while it reflects
Sword that pierces yet never rejects
Light penetrating the blackest hole
Water filling and healing the soul

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"For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart. Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of Him to whom we must give account.

"Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has ascended into heaven, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to empathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet he did not sin. Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need."

~ Hebrews 4:12-16

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#bible #feast #light #water #sword #healing #jesus

Dec 2015 Jeffrey Pua

The beauty

Dec 2015 Jeffrey Pua

Dead lover

The beauty

I saw a beautiful soul today,
Masked had he been,
His face, nobody had seen...

He had a heart that did beat for all,
He had a mind, that did think about good for all,
He had a set of hands, that did work for humanity,
He had a wallet, that did open - only for charity,

He took no name, he took no fame,
He kept helping people,
And wanted everyone to do the same,

He worked for orphanages, old age homes,
He worked for hospitals,
And not for running his own family,

What a man, of hospitality!

What a beauty he bad been!
Masked had he been,
His face nobody had seen...

To do charity and take credit, is a way of getting popularity... To do charity, and know about those being helped,
Is the world's best hospitality!

Dec 2015 Jeffrey Pua

Surrendering to you

Dec 2015 Jeffrey Pua

lluvia de abril

Surrendering to you

It was about oxygenating seas
crossing them on our bare feet
as we tied  wishes to the stars
that live deeply within

entwining a few more
with silver strands of thread
and placing them as sequins
on your skin

It was about cleaning the veins
of all nostalgic things
giving them wings, setting them free
and laying all the sunsets at our feet

it was about putting an end to thoughts
that double over in the rain
to pick the daisies in the spring
and boughs of yesterdays

For me
              it was about surrendering to you
without a question or regret
              claiming your heart
amidst a breaking laughter
of the waves  and rustle of the sheets
              submitting to each other
under white linen leaves

              it was about waking up yours
with you
              not knowing the hour or the day

I have taken down all the inert things that we once hung on the walls. Those things that distract, but no one really sees.

Dec 2015 Jeffrey Pua

Souls Carry

Dec 2015 Jeffrey Pua

lluvia de abril

Souls Carry

Six feet about entomb my silks
though it’s not there that I lay still

My flight descends upon your shoulder heavily
as time suspends all I have lived and carried
yet
not my will, not my soul
my soul will carry

Angels sing the song of grief
a voice in tune with Gabriel’s
an infant spreads about white petals
though for today, not at my feet

My love takes in a final scene
with me, a final breath
though pain consumes
with thoughts of death
his face appears serene

He stays behind and cries, he cries
for me, for him, for us
Cry not for silks, oh love, my dear
an empty box is all that sits before you

As you lay down a flower
and earth atop that box
I am in your mind, your soul and heart
for it is there, where mine will carry on

If I go before you, remember - we fly the way of butterflies.

Dec 2015 Jeffrey Pua

Sundown

Dec 2015 Jeffrey Pua

ryn

Sundown

.
•look far...
to the horizon•as the sun
dips into the ocean •most magnific-
ent display of colours • radiance in yell-
ows and captivating ambers•majestic specta-
cle that will dwindle within minutes•no words
could match  such  beauty that deals  in infinites •
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~ si  nk ing unse~en beyo nd the thr eshold• the mi ~ghty ~~
~ ~  s  un grows red der•~night sky cree ps in, with th e ~
~~ ~moon smilin g bold• ad opting her ~stan ce as the     ~ ~
~~  ~ gua  rdi~an hereaf ter• entour age~ of s  tars  ~
      ~   ~*****  le with s peckle s of g old •       ~ ~
        ~   ~      ~ ~ b~idding  farewell t o         ~  ~       ~
~             ~t he su ~n's ~       ~~~
~            ~~         ~  ~     ~
~~ ~                   ~ ~               ~

*ruling sceptre•

Concrete Poem 18 of 30

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Dec 2015 Jeffrey Pua

These walls

Dec 2015 Jeffrey Pua

Hanna Mae Mata

These walls

I see that your side of our closet
has gone blank.
And I,
I do not know
what to do with these walls
full of our photographs.

#love #heartbreak #hope #spilledink #hannamaemata96

Dec 2015 Jeffrey Pua

The Good Die Young

Dec 2015 Jeffrey Pua

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

The Good Die Young

A warped neck on a Fender Strat , a broken bottle of Johnnie Walker Black . Torn felt on a mahogany billiard table , catfish fillets scorched on the fire , rendered inedible ..
A marvelous , precision tractor engine seized from loss of oil , a bumper crop of peaches killed by frost ..
An empty bottle of malt vinegar , wind blown lovely cherry pipe tobacco lost forever ..
Red ripe homegrown tomatoes shredded by hail , soft shelled pecans dropped in the well ..
First snowflakes of Winter melted on warm city streets , green grass left to die beneath a cloth sheet ..
Concord grapes dried on the vine , watermelon picked before it's time ..
Homemade biscuits burnt in the oven , true love within reach left undiscovered ..

Dec 2015 Jeffrey Pua

With No Curren$y

Dec 2015 Jeffrey Pua

sheloveswords

With No Curren$y

He does not remember paying for my love,

I have the half ripped down the middle
tear smeared receipt
in my hand
as we speak

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