Tag: heaven

Poem: «Uncrushed Rose » #amwritingpoetry


Somedays, maybe you crumble as pastry,

And the whole world fractures,

As miners digging coal,

Specs shattered, and you wait and you wonder.

You hope and you pray,

Life comes into focus, but also moves backward at an escalating pace.

Are you awake sleeping beauty?

Or, are you still nodding, or have you woken in the wrong castle?

So, never let me wander in this shallow visage,

This place of distraction, and destruction;

Never let the world not prosper,

Never let the cold winter kill off the buds of plenty,

Oh, but wait, here I see the roses red, satin and silk;

Here, I perceive the light of day,

That eternity is still in the creators’ hands.

And I’m not lost nor are the faithful,

Hope is so fragile.

But, the dawn still calls, trumphets in background;

Life’s still in my grasp.

I’ve a tremor in my heart, in my hands;

Never, let the world become implausible,

Let the eerie-fake sparkle fade;

Let hope be clasped, held tight until —

A diamond forms tight,

Let us perceive Heaven’s light,

Christ’s call, “Daughter (Son), don’t forget me now.”

Move forward on precious child;

You’re not yet, a rose trampled,

Hope mumbles, then sings loud — you’re not a foundling(lost child);

You’re redeemed, your Christ Jesus’ child — forever.

©️Mandibelle16. (2010) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Jefferies Sonnet — « The Garden Party Ends » #amwritingpoetry


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A last rest — perhaps, we’ll never know when,

We sleep dreamless in poppy fields, glens.

Those opium-laced mixed with reality’s speel,

Or, vibrant in varied wild flowers.

Here, nature’s best-dressed sway for listless hours,

Fuzzy bee queens waltz on each glad sunflower.

Though alluring, I’d rather Heaven’s fields,

Still, in lively garden paths, lady’s conceive,

To dress for tea in striped lace-sundresses.

Meandering stone trails sipping wine, tasting–

Cucumber, egg salad petite-fours,

Fruit, sweet rumballs, brownies, luscious creampuffs;

We chat fashion, life’s trials, winds gentle gust.

But now, no dainty scenes nor poppy fields.

The garden’s fruitful, people as buds thrive;

I write, the last rest waits, God at my side.

©️Amanda_ME. (2020) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Free Verse “Forget Bitterness” #amwritingpoetry


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If you’re a bear, or a lion, roaring mean, terrifying;

Do you mean to be mean?

Or, is this view a rhyme — lions, tigers, and bears, oh, my!

Or, are you a sea monster? A killer whale, where eating a penguin’s a crime?

Are you a falcon, snatching a seagull, or an eagle plunging for a rodent, a nest to feed?

Maybe you’re a carnivore? Maybe an omnivore killing helpless plants (gasp)?

Do you pray? Or, are you preyed upon?

Are you at an alter, offering prayers to the Jesus? In tears because of how others destroy; people change, life changes?

Maybe you’ll fight, or slip by, a sweet blue-bird pecking;

Still, somehow you’re tiny, persistent, a threat unseen.

So, bow to God, the Father; let all blue-birds fly free — escape a glamorized wasteland.

Even predators will never slow your birdy flight; though they lurk, and hidden monsters yearn.

There are still those who rise above to golden fields; places where needs and desires are provided,

Heaven with wisdom exists:

A world that’s not a dog eat dog, world — it’s a dip in a lake on a hot hot day,

The breeze of the wind in your face — cool water when you’re thirsty;

The best chocolate cake, the most scrumptious steak.

Trust is amplified, no power livid destroys or demands —

Generosity’s a passion, and prices are forever fair.

It’s a garden lush, where God paid for all sins, and we flourish without pain.

Although real life’s tough, full of rage — can we at least exist in the life of before: in-between destruction and perfection — a combination?

Not a ship going under, the waves unforgiving — Forgiveness’s given, and teaching kindness.

Despite hard-knocks with predator’s bite, this real world’s truth is worth a fortune —

For it promises that paradise, those golden fields are a gift — forgettable the blackness of permanent bitterness.

©️AMANDA_ME. (2020) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Free Verse — « The Battle Poem » #amwritingpoetry


Credit: Priscilla Du Preez

All these things I cannot say, words corked, unused;

You won’t withhold your mischief,

So, I’ll remain in melancholy (what a weird word).

Yet, gallant melodies glorious are catchy, unless your voice is scratchy;

Melancholy — the sadness running through in depression.

I can pray times-ten, and God, you’re forever listening,

That whatever and, however, my loved ones lost are feeling, dealing —

They’re without deep sorrow, they’ve your tranquility.

God’s focused, sure, cheering still, though my fan clubs been ousted.

How’s evil permitted such power?

It’s not simple — so I write —

Passing days, hours, without true human morality here,

That’s saying something, because our mortality’s fatally flawed;

Here, it’s worse, a cruel beginning —

Still, please provide a cheerful end.

A happy one — although, we know they’re rare.

T.S. Eliot wrote we die “not with a bang but a whimper;”

Maybe, death’s not dramatic, instantaneously awful;

Maybe, it’s the slipping away into Heaven’s reality, Gods kingdom?

Maybe, it’s awaking to all that was lost?

Unrighteously stolen, rules unspecified, meaningless —

An evil charge for everything, no reason.

We think: ” what’s yours is yours,” but some have no concept;

Joy, trust, nostalgic memories, in this place you’re a wink.

So, I toss too you to the sea, monsters;

Causing fright, stress beyond measure.

Too much, too much —

Go away — out darkness, and your flickering candles.

False idols be gone, out with your betrayals.

Out for you’re the blackest cavern; all I want is the comfort of true home.

This isn’t it, yet it’s all that I have,

So, take up your offenses with the ravens and crows;

Caws of betrayal, bitter darkness.

In peace, let me abstain from evil charades,

Leave what’s not yours, take back you’re grief and trouble.

One day I’ll be gone, but not by your power nor within it,

For Gods kingdom calls, and His daughters know Him.

They’re precious to Him, as every human you hurt without thought;

No, more stealing you’re dead — rebuked, cast out.

The battle was won thousands of years ago,

On Easter triumphed.

A war lost directly after the fall;

So, fear and evil withers, hope blossoms;

Pink tulips flourish, Gerbera daisies dancing too.

And the cold mist of silence clears,

Melodies of exaltation, hymns of glory rain;

Such Glory — God has won the day.

©️Amanda_ME. (2020) All Rights Reserved.

#NaPoWriMo Day 15: Poem — Free Verse – “I am Strong” #amwritingpoetry #music


For NaPoWriMo Day 15, the prompt is”to write a poem inspired by your favorite kind of music. Try to recreate the sounds and timing of a pop ballad, a jazz improvisation, or a Bach fugue. That could mean incorporating refrains, neologisms and flights of whimsy, or repeating/inverting lines or ideas – whatever your chosen musical form would seem to require! Perhaps a good way to start is to listen to your favorite piece of music and “free-write”. . .”

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Lauren Daigle, “You Say.”

Ever single part of me seems to ache, to bleed,

But nothing else is coming through, no sense of relief.

I wish you’d leave me all in peace,

Because in the dark I’m tired; I still seek life,

But, Heaven is the only place that I will find relief.

And you say I’m strong, even though I’m weak.

*****

All I wish is that your words could cut through hurt and bleak,

But, you say I’m strong, when I’m torn and frail.

You say I’m beautiful even though my eyes fade deep,

And I can’t keep on fighting this, a war in the castle keep.

All I need is God’s grace here, let me find a world of peace;

All I needed was all of you, but now you’ve passed in sleep.

And hear I am, a weeping child, in a world of disbelief,

Rules without logic, they don’t mean a thing;

*****

And I can’t find relief, any sense of real,

Still, you say I’m strong, although I can’t find the words;

You say I’m tough, though I’m dying in the bleak.

You tell me to keep faith, and I keep pushing through,

You tell me I’m worthy, though I’m insecure and blue.

So, now I write some final words, now I write, so that you know;

Read your Bible, learn every word, it’s your only hope,

Hold your faith and keep it near; keep it close to you for peace.

*****

You say I’m strong when battles are waged, though never quiet won;

You say I’m tough, when my feet can’t walk, my eyes won’t sleep.

Still, God will raise me up; God will raise me through.

In my heart, in my mind, I will find serenity assured,

Though I wage a war, He will save my soul,

For he ensures I’m strong, even when I’m weak;

He helps conquer all,

And in him there is infinite peace.

©️Amanda_ME. (2020) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Haikus — “Yesterdays End” #amwritingpoetry


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Evenings end July’s crackling,

Sparklers glimmer, night comes,

Friends close the evening.

*****

Another summer passes,

Red and white, so glorious;

Freedom, acceptance.

*****

But, you’re gone, tomorrow still;

Before our eyes emptiness,

Solstice without you.

****

A nightmare, a mercy too,

Still, there’s no you,to greet near;

Go on despite — live —

****

As you did, with grandpa’s death;

Later, maybe better words —

Can hark tearful tunes.

*****

For now you’re gone, passed but this —

Is your beginning blooming;

Neither is it our end.

*****

©️Mandibelle16. (2019) All Rights Reserved.

#OctPoWriMo Day 14/100 Word Wednesday: Poem – Free Verse – “ A Safety Net” #amwritingpoetry #100WordWednesday


For OctPoWriMo Day 14 the Prompt is If I Were Me. Also, combing with Bikurgurl’s #100WordWednesday.

“Ask yourself, “If I were me…” what would that look like? Who are you really? Have you lost yourself in being a mother, wife, girlfriend, boyfriend, husband, father?”

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Ask for the world, typify me,

Take advantage or carve my insides;

Pumpkin gutted.

I’ve chosen to take, the high road, to believe —

To have faith.

Not to see, things not there.

To reveal the truth,

Even though, curiosity may kill me.

But I’ll be damned if I don’t configure the puzzle pieces;

I’m a writer, I love a good mystery.

So, weave me a tale and I’ll unbind it thread by thread;

Only to see it’s trembling core, where light reveals the mayhem.

I wish for sunlight, carved tables with Zinfandel,

A place to write, you next to me;

No suffocation, no squeezing in my chest,

My liberty not at stake.

Complications, deviations, things I never expected;

Truth and disbelief collide as dynamite splashes.

I am the wind, I am the great detective,

No laudanum needed to dull the senses or to dream.

I am the Amazon and I am Alice,

Slipping back into Wonderland.

And I’ve discovered that beneath facades,

Can lie a beast with scales and teeth.

Slithering, slick, slime of rust,

Questionable creature, Adam’s fall —

Eve’s mistrust; and if I can’t have all the details,

Assemble words into some order,

My decisions might break not only I,

But lives lie in the balance.

One who needs, so I must give,

Because my Lord said give all you can;

And even if you’re wrong,

Heaven will be your table in the sunlight,

Where you can write and find tranquility:

The ambience of love.

If I Were Me,

Who knows,

For she is constantly moulded,

Her Creator’s hands her safety net.

©️Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.

Photo Challenge/Tale Weaver: Poem – Free Verse – “Stairway from Forever Winter” #amwriting #poetry #TaleWeavers #PhotoChallenge #MLMM


Thanks to NEKNEERAJ from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting photo challenge #220. Also, thanks to Michael from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the Tale Weaver prompt on the them of a voyage of discovery.

Credit: Silvia Grav

Shivering as if I’m shedding,

As if I’ll never know heat;

Or a belly without ache.

Crisp bacon and sausage sizzles,

French toast with cream cheese;

Clouds of whipped cream,

Maple syrup flowing in valleys;

Sweet strawberry jam,

Tart on my tongue,

The crisp-softness of toast;

Homemade bread devoured.

Orange juice with champagne,

Sweetness and fizzing bubbles.

Chatter, hands passing,

Sniggers and giggles;

Raising the bar; the bets are laid —

Who can eat the most pancakes?

There is plenty in this dream,

Richness and generosity abounds —

Reality’s barren and frosted.

No warmth of hugs or arms over shoulders,

Until a burning stillness settles.

The sensation of hovering above,

Until your firefly soul lifts.

The memory of family, breakfast with ice-cream,

Strawberry sauce and flaked croissants;

Of food so boundless that all gnawing hunger’s abolished.

No daydream with clawing pains,

Only serenity, path into a place —

Where loved ones suffer not.

Where there’s no war to justify —

No battle to survive;

Nor land that will not thaw to grow.

Above, there’s glowing prosperity,

A joyfulness that never pales.

No ice-white skin preserved in chill,

No forever winter.

A flame that flickers and overwhelms,

Sparks and heat spread,

As butter melts on fresh bread.

Reflecting on golden streets,

A feast as none knew before.

Temporality extinguished,

The relief of a forever home

Not hunger nor strife.

It’s unimaginable,

But after all the misery —

This stairway’s an easy flight.

©Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.

#NaPoWriMo Day 24/ Photo Challenge: Poem – Elegy – “Mona Lisa’s Wish” #amwriting #poetry #photochallenge #MLMM


For NaPoWriMo Day 24 the Prompt is: “to write an elegy – a poem typically written in honor or memory of someone dead. But we’d like to challenge you to write an elegy that has a hopefulness to it.”

Also, combining with NEKNEERAJ’s MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge.

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“In the 18th century the “elegiac stanza” emerged, though its use has not been exclusive to elegies. It is a quatrain with the rhyme scheme ABAB written in iambic pentameter.” – (Poetryfoundation.org)

Mona Lisa’s smile, hiding ‘neath veiled eyes,

Legs kicked back in fine stilettos she aches;

Another breath consuming smoke, she respires.

In her last moments, she did not awake.

****

Tissue-paper eyes, refusing revival,

Her last tar-filled breathe such relief — she smiled;

As she never had before, without guile,

No enigmatic curve, carved-out deep-lines.

****

Etched on fair-skin, no more mystery lured,

Last wine sipped with tales of yesterdays.

Before, her portrait immortalized her,

Defined her, as one — not her, with mild gaze.

*****

Bruised under-eyes, her laugh-lines were disturbed;

Never allowed to fade into obscureness.

On show — as if she was mere vanity,

She wished for no portrait, but kind words.

****

You wouldn’t get a crook’s relieved destruction,

It set Lisa free; made her drop the gun smoking,

So now, she’s in the graveyard tucked;

A crook ruined her visage, as she had hoped.

****

To not hear whispers, your ‘ooos’ and ‘aaahs’ said.

To be free of the glass, the Louvres had her trapped,

A part of her soul in oil, now too is dead.

She’s gone, coy lady, all in Heaven’s grasp.

****

©Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.

Published Poem – Spillwords.com – Free Verse “Don’t Burn Out All the Lights” #amwriting #poetry #spillwords


I am pleased to have another poem published on http://www.spillwords.com. Check them out, they are amazing to collaborate with. Here’s the poem: “Don’t Burn Out All the Lights.”

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©️Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved