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There’s no better or worst
There’s no greater of a lost
In saying life isn’t yours to own
An autumn feel
For a blooming tree
A sweet dream for reality  
A guru in its sea
Lives are pearls in those seas
spiritual until it lays on land
wyle tan Apr 9
In time of darkness
A soft wispher
I hear the Word: Let it Be, Let it Be.

In hour of darkness
Your faithless prayers are heard
In dead Silence
"Let it be, let it be"

In days of darkness
We see fearful people
Rushing around
In fruitless actions
Instead, "Let it be, let it be"
2020 Covid19 pandemic.
April 9, 2020
In isolation
We still have the birds and the moon
Stars and sunshine
Trees sway in spring, summer begins
Homes chime of wind chimes, chores and children’s games
Unexpectedly life does that to you
In testing times
Together we come to fight a situation
And find solutions
We have music and good times to think of
in the safe confines of our homes
It’s easier to live with the imperfections within
Full throttle, let’s face the one outside
Flattening the curve
In solidarity, we stand
Lets spread the love, and bring some cheer
Keep calm and behold the lights within
Prayers to bring a safer tomorrow
Peace be upon everyone

Frozen hands yearning burning touch
Meet rusted strings for plea
At the dusted and forgotten wood they clutch
Silent prayers from the mouth flee

Build callouses, break promises
From every chord brushing thy fingers
From lips that would sing choruses
As the echo of one's soul lingers

As the evensong fill the room's deafening void
Much like the ringing of one's ear
Meet the tranquilness and calm you avoid
Letting your heartbeat be heard loud and clear

The quiet audience rest their heads
Down gentle pillows which only heard so much
And in between carefully sewn threads
Slumber dried out tears and such

In the iris-hued dark
Thou pupils seem to blend in
Not leaving a trace or a mark
Even as they see thy bare skin

Vespers audibly mistaken and imperfect
Form melodious lullabies for the ******
As we embrace wholeheartedly the wholesome defect
As the syncing flaws are together crammed

Fear not the cold and shaking limbs
Nor the purple, wet lips that swore
Especially the broken cries as your mind's hymns
For these silent prayers are indeed the heart's uproar.
Day 2 of #NaPoWriMo 2020. Lotsa references. But this was fun.
Starry Mar 31
Aphrodite's beauty
Athena's wisdom
Posideon's strength
Loki's mischief

Follow me into my battle
named life
Grace me with your love
and pleasure
Bestow me your intelligence
and courage
Challenge my current beliefs
and thoughts
Send me into your tricks
and traps

Thank you
Thank you, Aphrodite
for watching over me through my self-love
Thank you, Athena
for giving me your strength through problems
Thank you, Posideon
for being willing to reach to me
Thank you, Loki
for causing me little troubles and issues
these are the four gods I personally worship in a very Christian family- I connected with all of them in a different way- Loki was kinda a mistake though
It's staunch, murky, and gray today
and I can't go out to play
because I'm sore throat and heart
my body and world broken apart

ravaged by COVID-19
it feels hope's been torn asunder, I mean
I'm seeking out positive ways to cope
in a lynched world with no leftover rope

it feels I have so few happy things to share
until I place my gaze outside of me where
people are bravely bringing food to the needy
taking care of the disabled, the sick, and elderly
people who use their lives to create art
pitching in playing their instrumental part
while late night talk show hosts ditch hate
in settings intimate aid people in being able to relate

through a valley dark
empty streets, hollow schools, workplaces stark
a place so far from sunny ways
livin' on a prayer and promises of grace
it is still Yaweh-Rapha* that rules this hurting land
right now we lean on Yaweh-Jireh's* righteous right hand
teach us, El-Deah* to wait
upon Yahweh-Shalom* in the chaos of late
Attiq Youm, help us lean not on our limited understanding
of an illness deeper than flesh's demanding,
, help us love others, Yaweh-Shammah* start
doing things to soften the hardest of heart
Yaweh-Rohi* right now we need You
even though that's hard to admit
Yawh-Sabbaoth* help us stay strong and not quit

Adonai, it is because of Your Nooma we breathe
It is because of Adonai* we breathe
It is through Elohim* we breathe
El-Elyon* You are the respirator we need
El-Chuwl* it is because of and in You we breathe.
Names of God used in my poem, their meanings, and Biblical context

*Yaweh-Rappha-our Healer (Exodus 15:26, Exodus 15:26, 2 Chronicles 7:14, Psalm 6:2, 41:4, 103:3, 147:3, Isaiah 19:22, 30:36, 57:18-19, Jeremiah 3:22; 17:14, 30:17)
*Yaweh Jirah-the Lord will provide  (Genesis 22:13-14
*El-Deah-God of Knowledge (1 Samuel 2:3; Romans 11:33-36; 1 Cor. 1:18-31)
*Yaweh-Shalom-God of peace (Judges 6:24)
*Attiq Youm-Ancient of Days (Daniel 7:9, 13, 14)
*Yaweh-Nissi-the Lord our Banner (Exodus 17:15)
*Yaweh-Shamma-the Lord who is present (Ezekiel 48:35, Genesis 28:15, Ezekiel 48:35, Psalm 23:4, 46:1, 139:7-12, Jeremiah 23:23-24, Amos 5:14)
*Yaweh-Rohi- the Lord my shepherd (Psalm 23, 80:1, 95:7, Isaiah 40:11, Jeremiah 31:10, Ezekiel 34:12, 23)
*Yaweh Sabbaoth- Lord of Hosts (Isaiah 6:1-3, 1 Samuel 1:3, 17:45; 2 Samuel 6:2, 7:26-27; 1 Chronicles 11:9; Haggai 1:5)
*Adonai- Lord over all (Genesis 15:2, Judges 6:15, Malachi 1:6, Deuteronomy 10:17; Psalm 2:4, 8:1, 97:5, 136:3; Isaiah 1:24, 6:1; Romans 10:9)
*Nooma – (pneuma) Greek word meaning “breath, wind, or spirit”
*Elohim-Creator God (Gen. 1:1, 17:7, Ps 19:1 Jer. 31:33)
*El-Elyon-the most high God (Genesis 14:17-20, Deuteronomy 26:19, Isaiah 14:13-14)
*El-Chuwl-the God who gave birth (Psalm 139:13-18)
Ylzm Feb 17
I pray when all is beyond my wits and my strength
I pray when the little I can buy exceeds all my money
I pray when fathers, friends and lovers failed me
I pray to entities I know not, even of imagination and belief

I pray knowingly that strangers, human or ethereal,
     are not obligated to me, even if I begged them
I pray knowingly that I have no wisdom to know
     what to ask, but only that seemingly good for now

I pray unknowingly if these powerful inhuman beings
     can read my mangled incoherent thoughts
I pray unknowingly if the formulated rituals of my ancients
     of magic, prostrations and sacrifices are effective

I 'll be thankful to gods, demons, angels and even men
     for a blessing is a blessing, and any help, is help indeed
I'll be careful not to be entrapped into constant gratitude
     but only to constantly build my wits, strength and money
He knelt before the idol - willingly
Head down, eyes closed - he mutters
Call it the calm before the storm
He begs for his life then strolls off to claim another's.
Flickering candle- one of many, stands homage to his faith.

The smaller candle to the left
Testifies the faith of a quite young one
With a grin on her face - she lists her wish-of-the-day
She hopes for the test, her bestie and her come first
But if push comes to shoves, she adds: "It's always me first."

The smallest of all yet the dirtiest of them all-
Burns ever so slowly-hides the prayer of a mother
Fighting battles all on her own. She fights and she loses.
Her baby cries for milk; her body craves for the kick
She hopes for a miracle - some quick money for a fix.

There was one -  the longest candle of all
I could only wonder the reason for this install.
Is it a gratitude token or a way for prayers to reach faster?
Or does the longest burning candle have its prayers fulfilled first?
Just then the wind blew;

The tallest one flickered and the rest followed through,
But all the candle lighters were on their way
Waiting for their own miracles - they went their way
Holding tightly to their faith,
Faith as small as a mustard seed.
C Cavierre Feb 8
Water dripping and starlight trickling,
angels of sleep appearing—
comfort-bringing in your dreaming,
puffing clouds and wish-fulfilling.

Peaceful sighs and darkened skies,
kindly and gentle moonlight—
harmless shadows under wings of white,
shielding your blissful night.

Cotton softness beneath your head,
feather-light dandelions around your bed—
silver rivers you imagined
lulling serenely toward land of rest.

Soothing, patting hand of hope
beckoning promises of tomorrow—
blessings awakening on your horizon,
fending unwanted future sorrows.
conjured this in the middle of a 12-hr night shift
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