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Zemyachis Oct 2019
Skin, soft and fragile as marigold petals
Bones thin as papier-mâché
Holding the shape of a person I love
Holding together our bodies of clay

Candles, dimming light behind the eyes
Weary wind slipping through parched lips
Sweet and weak the voice of a person I love
Spirit readying voyage on vanishing ships
All people are like grass, And all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord endures forever.
neth jones Aug 2019
evening beds the daytime

chronicle

gather in toward yourself

the care and benefits of the day span


Welcome Vessels and Vessels go

It’s made overly complex

But Satellites ;

Are not we all ?


In jeopardy

a froth at sea

we raft together

like a healing tangle

once we are tossed to shore

we dismiss our gratitude

comb out our hair

and rebuild a dignity


we structure a calendar

scribe in the journal

and orate ourselves

a branded new history
emru Jul 2019
‘bout to give it up for this,
need to pick up a sign of bliss and
let the devil miss
im in a vessel
need to wrestle out of it
to be freed outta his-
control
maybe stars need to align
to let me
reach my goal
Azulene Azulia Jul 2019
Was I made from a broken vessel?
Why is my life like a jigsaw puzzle?
Star BG Jun 2019
And I shall steer my vessel.
My sacred form upon
tides of great evolution,
as I drift in state of meditation.

Sun shines,
while menagerie of birds
surround with sweet sound.

Clouds dissipate
revealing rainbow sky
as consciousness awakes.

Guides come to lead
into the caverns of the heart
where drums echo.

It’s a grand moment,
whilst miracles on horizon center
in telescope like breath.

A grand day, as gratitude fuels
and pirate egos no longer stalk
so I move in peace.
first poem of the day
DG May 2019
Your eyes are a vessel.
People are allowed to tell you
what to see and place in it.

Your eyes are a vessel.
To contain your pathetic tears.
Shut up and keep them in.

God forbid that vessel breaks
and unforgivable tears
Flow out your mouth.
Star BG Apr 2019
My vessel imbedded drifts,
on swirling waves of verse
woven in tapestry of ocean.
Fish colorful enhance eyes for inspiration
Sails flap tickling ears
to loosen poetic thoughts gently.
My compass of heart leads.
Moments dissipate gracefully.
The day is beautiful with warm sun,
as I'm carried on uncharted sea of phases.

And as Captains log opens on return to shore,
I sit, in writing position before sea food dinner
The place where poems meet book.
Richard Barnes Thank you for inspiring me.
Badshah Khan Feb 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 39

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

The faqeer (Holy Wanderer) won’t search for any eternal love.

The eternal love itself eagerly begs for him,

To be uniquely his loved once.

He naturally becomes a Faqeer (Holy wanderer) means;

He scatters himself as a void vessel,

To be naturally filled with divine wisdom and love!

Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
mjad Feb 2019
This is a soul that cares more about itself than the expectations for the vessel that hosts it
do __ understand ?
I feel her,
Pulling me away.
I have no conscience,
For I am the wave
And she is the wind.
Crashing and swaying,
Though a treacherous journey.
Imprisoned by her thoughts,
I'm left in agony.
My sanity is brittled,
With chained emotions.
Follow me,
In this never ending journey.
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