Need a Prayer in 2025?

 

Need a Prayer in 2025?

(A lone voice whispers)

Oh, Lord.

Remind me to

Smile

Because by

Your grace

In the face of

Covid and all other things

Which everyone seems to forget and all they embrace

I'm still alive

A privilege denied

To so many, who have

Suddenly died

Remind me

Oh, Lord

My Almighty 

I've still got so much more to give 

As I live

And with your bright and beautiful stars 

Lighting my way

Guiding and showing me the beauty

Of doing my soul's pure duty

To try to light a candle of hope 

In just someone

As they pray to repent

To help them ascend

To help them wipe their spirits dry tears away 

Maybe today

And to make your love grow stronger 

Everyday

To undo old wrongs

It's why I kneel to pray

And whisper

Amen

No matter how hard life gets, intense 

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Apollyon Relationships

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Have you ever had a disastrous relationship before and wondered…

Were the dark forces at play at any given emotional, traumatic moment.

During or after?

Title:

Apollyon Relationships

(A lone voice ponders after a first date)

My love Morning Star

My fallen introduction

To doorways of sin

 

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Reference in this case:

 Apollyon. / (əˈpɒljən) / noun. 

New Testament the destroyer, a name given to the Devil (Revelation 9:11)

Guttis aquae pluviae (L)

(A lone voice whispers)

Are your translucent memories like the softest of rain drops, when they suddenly fall

Reminding you of someone special or somewhere

On another level

For sometimes, you just want to get soaking wet, remembering the good times

But sometimes, 

Do you also want to find shelter to help you forget

All those memories tainted with neglect 

By the visitation of all bad intentions 

Subtly introduced, by the so seductive and invisible, Devil

From another dimension 

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Have you lived in one of these 3 stages of life?

(A reflective voice whispers)

In the Dawn of a new feeling of Life, 

Maybe even at high school

Did you embrace one of its golden rules

To hold hands with someone you deemed so special 

Encouraged by first love's, sweet kiss

For it to then carry you through, to meet the super cool, Twilight of your Life

With the only true one, whose love has never cooled:

And if you're still incredibly lucky, brings you such bliss 

Or did the Shadows of Life appear 

Smiling like a Nazgûl

Like a dark thief at night

To take back God's divine gift, and leave you scrambling and grieving 

Daydreaming of the Dawn and Twilight of your Life

Before something cruel, caused you, to separate and drift

When everything seemed so perfect and nice 

Before the deep cut, of The Shadows of Life's

Sharp, ceremonial knife

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Have you risked everything?

 Foundation.

Sometimes, marrying or loving someone comes with risks.

Did you, too, once encounter one of the Devil's, Mr. Fisk?

Title:

Evelyn. The Brave.

(A lone voice whispers as he places a beautiful red rose, on a pristine grave)

I still see you

Standing so still

Looking all beautiful in white in that restaurant's background expensive silver mirror, as I asked for your hand in marriage 

And can remember how all your family 

Particularly, your father and grandfather, cried out the next day

When they finally found out, 

We were to be married 

Evelyn

Don't you dare marry that rude boy

For if you do

All our family love for you will die

But looking back, as they have all now crossed over and died

I can just say, loving you in the face of such animosity,

was sometimes like walking through, Dante's Divine Comedy

Wearing a red rose on my lapel with pride

And it's why I still love you

The girl dressed in white, who I once asked to be, my beautiful bride.

Who knew her whole life was at risk 

But still found the courage to seal our future, with our first wedding kiss

To defeat all the Devil's, incarnated Mr. Fisk

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The Energy Vampires

 

Have you ever experienced the energy being drained out of a room, when someone unknown, enters? 

You may have met one!

Title:

The Energy Vampires

#Senryu

Baptised heartbroken

For forty long days and nights

Gathered Dark Souls smiled

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Foundation of the piece.

Some mystics say:

Lower vibrational beings feed off humanity's pain and anguish.

What a feast they must have when they see a new resident of their invisible, Heartbreak Hotel.

Salute.

Reincarnated Love

 

Foundation.

Some old mythology says we are bound to find our twin flame or soul mate, before we are born.

Our true other half.

This journey is simply repeated until we do.

No matter who we end up with.

To become whole.

Could old myths be true?

Reincarnated Love

(A lone old voice whispers)

I write this for you to see in this lifetime because I couldn't find you, and my earthly time is nearly up

My beloved Mary Lee

I know you were born to meet me

On the twenty-six of November

A date, I'll know forevermore

As I look back 

Like now and remember

For we shall be together

In The Great Nevermore

 

Sharing conversations and sweet kisses:

Even after Death visits,

And offers you a drink of his sacrilegious dark wine

To end all your beautiful days and glorious time

I just know we shall be together, like twinned pilgrims 

In an eternal quest of hide and seek

Set forth in the silence, by a long remembered God

Lost somewhere in some surreal time stream

But together in insane spaces

In-Between

And as the soft capricious winds of Heaven

Change and dance like a wild Anna Pavlova

Between us

Creating a moving sea of love between our two pulsating souls

We shall know

In that very instance

Holding hands

Together, like first date lovers

In the universe's

Dust

That we can sing and dance together,

Forever 

And be joyous in each and every form

For ours is a love story

Beyond the norm

A love story which will forever survive 

Composed in golden italics 

and kept safely on gilded shelves, with so many others 

Written in Enochian Archives

Stored beyond the Great Pillars 

In a sacred tabernacle

By the pale blue Holy Sea 

Our Eternal Sea

This I know because before I was born into physical form

You were written 

Into my history

By my spirit guides

God and me

The woman I'm bound to always love and try to find

Whenever I'm reincarnated into mankind 

The one soul betrothed to me 

By an angel called, ADOEOET,

He who sings like a bird, who once whispered 

Meet you true love

My beloved Mary Lee

So, see you in another lifetime 

Your forever twin flame with no name

Whose loved is buried so deep no matter how many times

Life tries to bury me

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Do quiet moments, spent in reflection of a beloved, bring you closer to the God of your choice?

 

Foundation.

Do quiet moments, spent in reflection of a beloved, bring you closer to the God of your choice?

Title:
Calvary Dreams

(A lone voice whispers)

I heard your sweet voice
Today

On our anniversary,
Your birthday

That old well-loved familiar sound

Whenever I press
play

To see and hear you
On that old wedding tape
We once made

You still look so beautiful and sound so soft and sweet,
I just couldn't sleep

But stand up straight,
Weep

Rewind and repeat

Oh, why does God give you so much grief

Whenever
I see you or hear your voice

To then have to stand still
In total disbelief

And realise you're now living in new lands of immortality

And then I always remember
Calvary

A dark place
Enshrined in human history

Hanging
Painted up

In so many famous
Art galleries

So much wrong
Done to one
So strong

One crucified
For us and mankind
To sing a new song

A new song
So all could belong

To the light
Whenever their time came

And they could no longer fight

Cancer like you
Time or some other kind of pain

So now
Whenever I hear your sweet voice

Or your name whispered
Like on your birthday
Today

That familiar lovely sound
When I finally find the courage

To press play

To sit and reminisce about my true love
On that special day

Our wedding

And her incredible captivating spirituality

I just know you're safe
Smiling down
Looking my way

My beloved
Still much loved wife called Mary

Because Jesus died
For you and me

Even though
Crucified
By Evil

But never alone
At Calvary

So we could all rise

With the call of the
Golden Trombone

To atone
To then enter

Our true home
Under God's
Super Dome

I still miss you so much, but deep down I always know

God only calls the best ones home early and that's why in April

It will always feel like snow

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Have you heard the call?

 

Foundation.

How many hear the call and do the deal?

The Spell Caster. 

Are you missing something magical, in your midnight embrace

As you sit all alone 

Feeling lost and out of place 

Look out that window

If you feel unsatisfied, unwanted, or displaced 

Put down that phone and if you see Mother Moon trying, with beams of her bright moonlight

To show you a way

Beseeching you to look up high, into her glorious, night sky

If you see her angel shaped clouds, slowly part, and start to play 

You'll hear my soft voice, whisper and say

"Want to escape from your daily routines, today? 

Come open up, and find my portal, and eternal doorway 

By any old trees nearby, that I've commanded to sway

To follow that compelling feeling, to pay the toll 

To step through and be mesmerised 

Like my old muse,

Called Dorian Gray 

Who to me,

Once sold his soul 

When he too followed, the angel shaped clouds, at play

To open up my portal, and eternal doorway 

By those old trees 

Nearby

That I commanded to sway

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Are you attracted to eleven or more

 

Should 21st Century poetry

For the new minds of a culturally bombarded generation 

Be limited from 3 to 7 lines?

Before you answer 

To me personally, even though to answer, makes my Heart aches 

I like reading poetry built around subtlety

Concealed layers or secretive depths

Relatable interchangeable meanings

Powerful raw stuff that sometimes leaves your eyes wet

Unearthed within deciphering their carefully crafted imagery or subtext

3 to 7 lines of reading, might sound like heaven, but I'm old school 

Give me Lord Byron 

Shelley or Keats 

But I guess 

Like an Ode to a Nightingale

Maybe that's the beauty of poetry as She walks in Beauty

And like To a Skylark

It must sing

So I can only hope new generations enjoy poetry, so it continues to thrive and still live 

Within whichever form, and exciting tales that will continue to make their own hearts beat 

With all it can give

But for me

Reading deep poetry 

Feels like sitting briefly, metaphorically, underneath a Cherry Blossom Tree

Enjoying a delicious drop of spiritual tranquility 

Are you too, old school and what emotional fluctuations resonate with you?

 

Are you a three to seven or more like:

Eleven or more is heaven

Reader or writer 

Who enjoys late all-nighters

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