by Weston Gregory |
Categories:
desire, girl, love,
Precious by Weston Gregory
She is the kinda lady that leaves a man
wanting more
breathless, excited, immerse in
precious kinda crazy
an open door to charms impossible to
ignore
ignites fire sears deep within
and erase fears that you have of things
absolving instead of making you live in
regrets smothering ring
a spirit so free you crave to bring her in
but well you know that life would be like a
prison
so wanting more you leave her be
an eagle soaring
than a park fed pigeon
WG
by Dr Hitendra Mehta |
Categories:
religion
Wreath ring of flowers holding hand-in-hand
Hands in circular unity symbolising eternity
Eternal is belief in Trinity, Christianity and Christ
Christ a Messiah rising from dead absolving sins
Sins mounting, hoping Christ to descend from Heaven
Heaven like atmosphere humans creating in Christmas
Christmas, festive season of family reunion and gift-giving
Gift-giving, symbolic love weaving harmony as flowers in wreath
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© Hitendra Mehta
( Entry for Members Contest - Christmas Wreath sponsored by Dr Ram Mehta)
by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories:
destiny, god, health, love, metaphor, poetry, simile,
If Poesy be love, then I be Cupid:
for through poems like mine darlings are ablaze
with passion; and hearts once dull grow pellucid,
to never again hide in a lovers' haze.
If Poesy be wealth, then I be rich:
for I, now like a king of immense treasure,
am but a pauper who has found his niche,
a realm and kingdom of rhythm and measure.
If Poesy be health, then I be well:
no invalid, but a bard whose high time
nears, whose destiny only God can tell;
till then, I faithfully live by every rhyme!
So, if God and Poesy be absolving,
then I, at last, am content and evolving.
by Eve Roper |
Categories:
desire, god, love,
Lord,
my soul
to claim in
your hands and warp
and weft your timbre endowments in me.
thus, above allowing and absolving
emotional
and sinful
pleasure,
thoughts.
4/26/2019
1,2,3,4, 10 10,4,3,2,1
by Faye Gibson |
Categories:
deep, freedom, love, relationship,
Ah, Love,
you come;
all confusion suddenly grows calm,
and all I thought within me dead
arises with new life.
I am enraptured,
surrounded by your divine presence;
eternity seems hushed and still,
and time and space suspended
before thy probing rays.
I cleanse my soul
in your absolving stream,
and I grow aware beneath
your penetrating light.
I am known--
and Love will during me into knowing
both myself and you.
I cast away all caution;
I abandon my soul
to your gentle wooing,
stripped of all pretension.
My naked spirit
goes laughing before you,
for to be known
is to be
fully clothed.
Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson