"bestowal" poems
I promise to love you with all my heart.
I promise to stay & never part.
To love you, to hold you, be there in times of need.
For you to promise the same to me, I plead.
My promise, my oath, my vows I have spoken.
Promises made, promises never broken.
I promise to laugh in times of pleasure.
When you are sad I'll comfort you in full measure.
I promise to give you all that you desire.
I promise my love for you will never tire.
My promise, my oath, my vows I have spoken.
Promises made, promises never broken.
I promise to you I'll devote my whole life.
I promise to make myself your perfect wife.
I promise to you my zeal and devotion.
My feeling, affection, sentiments & emotion.
My promise, my oath, my vows I have spoken.
Promises made, promises never broken.
A happy, successful family we will raise.
I promise to provide for my children always.
My time, my love, my understanding
I promise to give when problems need handling.
So now, to you I've given my word -
My assurance, my pledge and bestowal you've heard.
Will you promise the same to me?
Please give me your heartfelt testimony.
Your promise, your oath, your vows let be spoken.
Promises made, but never ever broken.
© 1992
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 10:19 PM UTC
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When a Lover is a Beggar
Abject is his Knee—
When a Lover is an Owner
Different is he—
What he begged is then the Beggar—
Oh disparity—
Bread of Heaven resents bestowal
Like an obloquy—
3.2k
i.
The gloaming is soothing in her presence.
Forthwith, raptured by her glimpse;
I mayest be penurious by worldly
Standard, though with Yahweh
Next to me, and mine queen
Sent to me, I'm opulent
With none enemies
As tis mine soul is
Free.
ii.
None ill-will in me breed's, I've
Walked the path of native tree's;
Wherein the places I canst ramble,
Art not from men's thought's; thus where Lucifer
Gamble's, and soul's art cleaved.
iii.
Mine feet and toes, taketh me where I need
to go, as tis the holy ghost; that dwelleth in me.
The Trinity- "father, son, and holy spirit", whereinto
Jehovah's brilliance reflect's sky ceiling's. As mine Jane is
There in dark or bright-in wrong and right, when thunder strikes,
Or in the fog unknown, when mine heart's alone, and skin need's touch, mine Jane giveth me love, a love uncrushed. A love so much; God as her lead, she dances for me, with her angelic wing's
Inside mine sleep. Her pictures I keep alongside mine wall's, to remembereth the intercession, and the bestowal from God.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©earl Jane Nagley ( àgapi mou) dedication
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC
It’s common in the human race,
They helped their son to death.
Might as well have covered his face
And robbed him of his breath.
They gave him everything he wanted
The dear child of their hearts.
But their bestowal of gifts, a bit vaunted
Were about them from the start.
The parents wanted everyone to see
How well they treated their kid.
But when it came time to say ‘no’
They went someplace and hid.
They ironed out the bumps in the road
So the kids never had to learn
What they should do when that road
Takes a sudden calamitous turn.
So, the kids, ignoring all good sense
Listened to their peers instead
And started finding external means
To fill up the inside of their head.
They learned life could be postponed
And so could ever growing up.
They could find some kind excitement
In something rolled or in a cup.
And who was there to stop their plunge
Into a kind of lost weekend life?
It certainly wasn’t their father for sure
Or his confrontation-free wife.
No, they didn’t want to **** the kid off
Because that would mean strife.
Let’s just leave the kid alone and watch
As she meets her demise over life.
It all started out when parents chose to
Become their kid’s best friends.
So, who was there to teach them things
Like hard work and discipline?
Who showed them the rewards to be found
In learning to postpone gratification
When they were sitting in front of the TV
Grossing out on mental ************
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
Soma
a pharmaceutical usurpation
some subjunctive psychedelic
noxious decoction
of the capital kind
wrought by unoriginality
a conjuring elixir
to ignite the material mind
Maya
will have you
if you don't recognize
behind appearances
is always a disguise
beyond the superficial
over what eyes can surveil
may entitle you to what is
to be entailed
Yuga
beyond the ages
beyond the sages
epochs and eras
multiplied to infinity
expecting some recourse
exponential beyond sanity
gauges of the cyclical planetary
Akasha
ubiquitous aether
all pervading
all invading
revelations' recordings
substratum of
then and now
rife marshaler of how
Ishwara
great atman
ultimate overseer
transcending all time
cosmic conscience
consciousness sublime
beyond everything
sight unseen
Samadhi
reign over me
the be all and end all
of life's raisons d'être
superconsciousness
enlightenments
bestowal
of divine grace and mercy
Gunas
by knowledge of these moods
this will allow you
ambrosia of all roads
in your journey ahead
to navigate solely
without flag or fail
through equipoise unassailed
Ahimsa
through this your lips
can no longer trespass
over your welfare
or the welfare of any other
true liberation
from human inebriation
true love for one another
Siddhis
they will misunderstand you
not being like the same
eschewing commonality
for the perfected mindscape
a narrowed perspective
to focus more completely
upon the rarest of views
Om
what can be said
of this holiest sound
that permeates all ethers
the skies and the grounds
Brahman of this plane
and all that surrounds
now perish all that confounds
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
There was a time that I
Would laugh at the word
Known as the curse
Of the world—
Humanity
Destructors,
Murderers,
Abominations
Heedless,
Reckless,
Unspeakable
Without any doubt
In grandeur
Thoughts of themselves
Among artists—
Animals,
Innocents,
Irreproachable
Here for but
Love and safety
Nothing more
Humans—
Dreadful,
To the core
They have emotions of greater capacity
Empathy beyond explainable magnitude
Yet with humanity are neglected
In the case of convenient
Vile manipulation
Here I’ll ponder thoughts in nostalgic regret
Why give staggering, mighty, beauteous emotions
To only those who misrepresent
This bestowal of divinity
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
The floorboards creek, rain beats on
the windows and you still smile
I can't see my hand
in front of my face
the other's locked in yours
Lying right here, no doubt I would
I'd prescribe this to the weak
Laughter at night
coffee in the morning
Oh what a rich bestowal
But how do you fall for a skeleton
tell me what's there to catch you
We're in the sheets
but I'm breaking apart
You can call it love if you're handy
Because my frame you'll have to rebuild
My eyes you'll have to open
My skin you'll have to sew
because I'm not the man you think
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 5:57 PM UTC
In one of my favorite worship songs, Like an Avalanche by Hillsong United,
One of the lines goes like this-
"Caught up in grace like an avalanche,"
It always made me wonder exactly what grace is.
And according to google this is what grace means-
"the free and unmerited favor of God, as manifested in the salvation of sinners and the bestowal of blessings"
The favor of God, that is free and unmerited.
The salvation of sinners and bestowal of blessings.
What a great and graceful God we have!
Happy Good Friday.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC
When the recusants stand before the porcine boor in fetters ...
As the Fifth Estate is flat lining around us , the Constitution
twisted till it finally shatters ..
The Military in pursuit of its own , bestowal of civil liberties shot
full of machine gun rounds ...
Bloodhounds bay with the scent of dissidents , storm sewers turn into
raging red rivers ...
When martial law pulls the rug from beneath our feet ....
When broken glass covers every downtown street ....
I will pray for something to take you down !
I will long for someone to take you out !
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
The power of inner,
The will of god,
The force of the undertaker,
I declared myself an animancer to revolve my path’s sod.
May God blessing me.
Reverie untill reality,
Hands are the best revolution tool in the world,
Endeavor to reach verity,
Don’t wait — capability nature stunted when 35 years old.
limitation kills everybody.
Fast – is a great teacher,
bestowal gift for learner,
One, default person will eventually open their eyes widely;
Two, for the lifelong learning in time, moment, patience & opportunity.
Who doesn’t experience desperate plea?
How well verse we are with ourselves?
Are we just playing part for wolf and lamb?
We only know a thing or two, but we still delve,
like we, human, finally found the wolfram.
Within you, there is a key.
deeply blame only blair walshing with life,
Like someone aiming to connive upon you,
choice need to do again & plan need to contrive,
Life is a marathon, there is no queue.
If your new path is like boomerang, be like kylie.
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC
A forlorn mule ambled a’ scowl,
Stumbling out from the hollow hovel,
But "Ahoy!" hailed a fey owl,
"Prithee, canst thou maketh the bestowal,
Of thine lovely bone-filled bowl."
Yet, all mule harked were perfide words foul,
So, the mule quoths with crimson howl -
"Hark me, O pirate of pain!
Me dubbed 'Common Mane',
Lo! tane my bowl-filled bane.
Wherefore art thou here, arcane?
Where goest thou, O wing’ d thane?
Whither rests thine dance so vain?
Dare ye cast the die of gain?
Doth not spake those perfide words again!"
The owl so spake in glace of Yule sire-
"Hight me - Lord Carrion the Dire,
A’ am piper o' myriad's pyre.
And A’ hie to mine Crooked Spire.
As it waxes evermore higher,
Only whilst rats leapeth in Surtr's fire
Betwixt tempest and thunder with sans a moment’s rire,
Of ruby tiefed, and bones crumbling in endless mire."
"Why art rats leapeth to Surtr’s spume,"
Whilst thy feathers tuck’ d ‘way from fiery doom?
Stop the endless Nyx brume”
The mule quivered, voice a-boom,
The owl spun words in return from estival loom-
“A’ piped them of phantom Phe’ nix’s plume,
So not wane mine ivory room,
Or stop their ambrosial crimson flume.”
The Mule’s sigh, hath even hell's hosts huddle around-
"Ye, sir! I wouldst trample aground!
And put thou in gaol underground"
"Ah!", came owl's soft rebound,
"Thou too shalt kiss skies abound,
Anon drink rills of scarlet profound,
For Bloom’s soft buss hath ne' er Fall’s fated song bound.
On pragmatism, only idealism's shroud surrounds "
Dec 26, 2024
Dec 26, 2024 at 6:09 AM UTC
the absence of:
idly chatting
hugging
fawning over a new born
boisterous laughter
handshaking
bestowal of compliments
holding the door for someone
smiles
frowns
grumblers
neighbors' casual discussions and catching up
blithely ignoring people
people to be annoyed at
not feeling like a germ
no six feet of separation
children cavorting
no apprehensions
no trepidations
rags in the check-out lanes
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 3:09 AM UTC
M O T H E R
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~~~o~~~
Today
It is OURS
WE
( the righteous sons and daughters
Of
the ---- promised land )
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LOVE
the birthright of MAN
Yours to bestow on Everyone
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SAY IT !!!!!
Wars ---- are ---------done !
Over !!
SAY IT !!!!
Let it be so !!!
Come
You may
Get off your knees!
And walk so righteously
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Child !
TRUTH is your -- child
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Born before the Gods and Suns
Your EYE !!
Saw the Light and IT was done
A heart was formed and we come here
To make of heaven a human home
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LOVE
it is the only thing there is
( and your courage )
And the bestowal of your grace
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC