All the beauty in the world envies you. Yet you offer out a hand to any who may need it. Holy beings dance to your melodies, songs so soothing they cure a broken heart. The ground around you sparkles with a myriad of blossoms. Words so sweet satan himself shows you compassion. Your silky golden hair eclpises the shine of all precious treasures. I never knew love could be filled with such certainty.
As I stood Alongside a lake I contemplated At the holy fish Fearlessly they swimed Fearlessly they jumped It was a holy lake Fishing wasn't allowed Fearlessly they dived Fearlessly they survived For there was a curse Anyone fishing a fish As a ***** they would finish As I contemplated A beauty appeared Hi, you're a star In the galaxy? I enquired No, she said In my eyes The lion roared In the nearby safari The lion roared In my heart I was so powerful I was so smart I said, OK, try! Neither she was holy fish Nor I was holy fish We fished and fished!
here we are our ingestion to stop time you and i beaming for me your gaze of comfort calms us to shore to be safe to be beautiful like you captivating me with your purity flawless rays of effervescent emotions shine and bestow blessings for us that are oh so holy fated i am to explore your ocean lost was i without your smile doomed without your touch you burned a hole in my heart where you now live inside of me like the sigh of release with me entering your soul your pleasure is my desire i dont want you like the boys before me
When we look to the future let’s remind ourselves that the sun shines all the time for everyone and in making dreams with possibilities we distill hope and our faith carries us on even if like a candles it flickers we will relight the flame because we know love is the Holy Spirit’s name.
Holy hot sauce, Hot sauce burning down leftovers and waste, Adding spice to this flesh Not going with anything, Not going with anything else Better, Never better than hot sauce, Hot sauce with well stuffed and fried or stewed In Shells of porcelain contents, Shaped and decorated, well plated, Well plated with Silver and Gold plateaus Of stew, salads and anything fried Taking a rich shower of the loveliest spiced, Holy hot sauce.
This is the long version of the poem (the short one's riding în a contest, or something... Oh, well... I wish myself and the poem good luck! May the best or whatever win.) Hopefully you'll enjoy this write and search for more.
I saunter parallel to these pews, dragging my fraying fingers along the tops. Reaching for a wooden comfort, but instead I’m pricked. I shake the splinter and splutter the blood off. Wearing my head high, I finish my descent up the holy steps. My mother stands, stuck looking past me and out the stained window, letting it strike her into a silhouette. The priest exclaims New Beginnings! My mother matches his declaration two seconds too late. My dad nods his head, the final vote of the jury locked in.
With guilt and god on my side, I take the holy plunge. My head falls in, harshly. I’m aching for a numinous experience, only to suffocate from the darkness that comes with this reality I will breathe into. My head may be under the aquatic illusion of renewal but my feet stay planted on the fractured ground.
I am forced to look past the daze of illusion. Because in the light I can clearly see the greys left in our destruction. I look back and my finger has bled all over the back of this dress. New Beginnings! I exclaim, with a red stain grained into my backside, but an empty canvas in the front.
With my hair slicked back I hear a mumble. You look just like your mother, And maybe I do hold her eyes but I can see what she can not. The graying dreams that my parents are dis alluded to. Their skeletons in the attic or the boxes of dresses in the basement, even though today I wear one. I will look at the destruction created behind us and not walk with them.
Because in this holy light her eyes bask and only look chocolate at its best. And in this dim shadow mine shine like amber honey.
This poem is dedicated the Maya ****** and her work "christening dresses".