Speckles of Freckles

Speckles of freckles splashed across your face

With dancing eyes lancing all who look in joy

At the prancing spirit welling up from inside

Of an open heart occupied by love amplified

By heaven with leavening grace in sure place

Of everything that should be right by the light

Of an immortal youth never fading or abating

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To Finally Be Free

One day, some day, I will fly away and be free,

But for now show me mercy and just let me be,

For if I shed a tear for every sin that I’ve sinned

There would be no hope for me to begin again

Ah, but you pretend but you’re not perfect either,

Your values change with the changing weather,

So when the wind blows south you’re quite nasty

And when this wind blows north, you’re feisty,

And it’s all a glorious game that everyone plays,

Even me, while looking forward to being free,

But for now, would you please just let me be!

Place Love Above All: An Abhanga

Placing love above all
In the heart of a child
So very free and wild
To kiss sweet cheek

New song sung for the young
Who’ve just begun to dance
With cosmic happenstance
On world’s bright stage

Now comes the vision free
Of brighter tomorrow
With what God will bestow
In liberty

 


Note: The abhanga, an Indian form of poetry, means “the completion” and is a stanzaic form commonly used for devotional poetic composition although it has also been used for cynicism, satire and reflective moods. It was popular from the 13th thru 17th centuries Marathi Region of India and is described as complex and classic.
The Abhanga is:
  • stanzaic, written in any number of quatrains (4 line stanzas).
  • syllabic, 6/6/6/4 syllables each
  • L2 and L3 rhyme. Often internal rhyme is employed. End rhyme scheme x a a x , x being unrhymed.

From This Swirling World of Chaos

From this swirling world of chaos in my mind,
I must fly away to some place of peace,
With imagination unfurled, my chains unbind,
Where heroes make my wars to cease.

And here Beauty will kiss once again my tears,
As outflows needed comfort and love,
To take away all of my frustrations and fears,
To dance in the sunlight shining above.

For only a little while in this place can I stay,
As reality eagerly waits in the wings,
And yet this world of mine will not go away,
Nor will soon flee the song I will sing.

Dream of the New Year: 2019

Sounds of serenity serendipitously serenade the soul situated twixt time and eternity

With songs rising in the heart that longs to belong to youth renewed in silent beauty,

Believing in living in life and love, speaking in an heavenly language from above,

Running and laughing into the New Year, unbounded, free and unchained from fear

To hold another so dear, to bring cheer where there are tears, and light in the dark

Places of the world so stark as we ourselves become our own spark of angelic grace

That we interlace with the souls of sisters and brothers around this one wide globe

. . . . . . .

Happy and Most Blessed New Year to One and All!

 

Scourge of Michael

Monstrosity of darkness, howling winds and waves of ferocity ~

Homes swept away, steel shells of grand buildings left in tortuosity ~

Scourge of God, perhaps, or mindless chance,

Who really knows about the turbulent dance

That we call by the same name as the warrior archangel of heaven,

Which beckons recognition of power in a position of submission,

And all our glory from before lies shattered on the floor of earth,

As the storm sunk the worth of worldly goods, leaving us in dearth,

And so though we cast our bread upon the water, the pain will last

As we hold fast to some sliver of hope among death and destruction, 

While we arduously work at reconstruction in upward direction

Without any eruption in jubilee, for we mark our enemy in the sea,

Wondering when we will next be forced to flee such dark reality