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Tsuki no ume Jun 23
For once i thought,For once i wonder
***** i ought ,***** i ponder
I pry and seek the meaning of both
No wonder i probe that lies beneath
The cause ,The purpose ,the sense underneath
I sail unsteadily among these shores
Wandering aimlessly until i find
The quest hidden under this core
What words described to let it mean
The power of will ,the powerof resolve ,
Doth Fortitide you see
The call of pray,the call of plea,
Doth implore the means
The call of faith,belief,creed and religious lores
What do you mean! What do you mean!
Tis' these words you fancy thou let them feel
Every ounce feeling they might make you feel
I call again Shall we rely
Blindly only to this wavering faith
Nor has it made you act but only hath made you plea
You plea !You plea! You beg those prays
Never have they let you find your live
The passion ,Desire hidden beneath
The pleas and prays are the call of weak
Have faith in God firm and resoulte
Then stand upon your buried dreams
You fear not but Forthwith your desires
Those you want to claim and keep
And Oh My Lord ,Beneficient and Praised
Carries my voice ,my strength ,my will
Determined he raises me upon myself
Thy O'man Find and Desire,Crave thyself
Never afraid ,Never feared
Beseech thy purpose unstain thy prones
Stand uptall nought Befall
Have virtue,Vigour
Unleash your oaths
Tie them firm with creeds of god
Never let it waver
Nor let it perish
God shall ild
God shall grant
Thy passion thou will
Nor rely on prays,Nor depend upon pleas
Have faith within!
Have faith within!
Nor let it die
Nor let it befall
Nor let thy implore
Face and cope through Vales through yore..
                     _tsuki no ume~
Zelda Jun 19
Maria
tells me
to come to Madrid

Sit in the pews
de la Real de la Almudena
with shadows
and ghosts

Maria,
lighting candles—
Extinguished souls:
done begging,
just burning through the skin.
Aching
in the bone.

Maria,
Santa Maria—
can’t save
you
or me
or us

I'm just trying my best
To hold it together...
But—

Maria—
persecute the saints,
    I'll be in the Moulin Rouge—
free the sinners

Maria
tells me
to come to Madrid

Santa Maria—

Maria...
June 7, 2025
Peter Balkus Jun 15
I will come back to the place someone else
once used to call home.

My eyes will kiss again the flame-rotten moths -
it will be a pleasure
to see them escaping their unknown fate,
at last.

I will pray to the sun again,
when my time comes. There will be no one pushing us
to the oblivion of tomorrow.
Maria Jun 10
There won’t be more tears and wailing
About that things which can’t be back.
We’ve gone without fake feelings.
What for? Just wipe with no regret
A quarter of out life’s road
Like the last out main word.
We can shake up what have been or not.
Why should we rip up for ought?

You’re right there’s no need to be penitent
If love is drunk out at all.
We should close it, blink and move next.
We have only one life after all!
And there’s something big and visible,
What lies ahead for you anyway.
Just gain ground and don’t look behind,
As if I've never been on your way.

But I beg! I conjure! I pray you!
Never look for me again.
I’m gone, I’m dried, I’m disappered
Like a burned out candle-end.
It's one more story about sad love. 💔
Thank you very much for reading! 💖
Aliya May 29
You are bones of my bones,
Not in ownership,
In recognition.
What was a missing rib had come back whole.
Not taken to complete you,
But returned to walk beside you.

Your kindness is
Patient,
Long-suffering,
Unenvied—
It moves like light through stained glass.

You are my promised land,
Not perfect,
But flowing—
With milk and honey,
With the quiet richness of sweet moments,
Where peace is enough to make everything feel divine.

I’ve known the flood,
The wilderness,
The wandering—
But now I know the garden again.
In the way you say my name,
Standing beside you,
The missing rib finally returned.
And whole.

And if God is love,
Then loving you
Is worship,
And every moment with you
A kind of prayer
I never want to say “amen” to.
Dancing Tree May 24
healing pathway open eyes now
ancient wisdom find a way
deepest waters flowing upward
folded hands again will pray  🙏
let us all now remember
breath of life be on this day.



D.T. © 2019
Maria May 16
Don’t touch the soul! It is alive!
It can remember a great deal!
Its memories are like a hive.
Don’t touch the soul! It is too leal!

Don’t worm into the soul rudely
Like in a thicket, breaking twigs.
Just listen, how it's drawly groaning!
Attend to its so silent pleas!

The soul is tortured! Please, don't touch it!
If you can’t love, just pass it by!
Don’t touch the soul! I pray, don’t break it!
The soul hurts! Don’t let it die!
Thank you very much for reading this poem! 🙏💖
Rebecca Apr 28
Oh God, I already knew from the first moment I met you that I would never be like the kids of my age: every night I went to my knees and prayed, it was not a prayer of peace, nor of tranquility, in fact I remember crying and sometimes screaming: ''My God deliver me from this flesh, from this sinful body and let me go with you''. Meanwhile the sweet little friends of mine slept in their homes, not knowing anything.
irene ci Apr 22
nobody understands,
nobody understands,
the loneliness of those
who are praying for warm clothes,
who are them?
just God knows.
the terrible pain they are suffering,
only praying can help them.
Let's us pray for the
Sick and suffering today
And I will light a candle for
Them every night and
I pray for solace for a balm to ease
The aching places where my spirit bleeds
And Lord Jesus Christ of Nazerath
Your healing touch I humbly pray and your
Eternal hope and love lights up the day.
Prayer 🙏 🤲 🕍
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