Long Poems About the Sun
#sun
Sacred Whispers To Archangel Michael... (An Earth Angel)
Green pasture as thy comfort the French Creole Angel’s scepter of me
As you can feel, touch, see
And will come to believe
Spiritual enlighten from the depth of my melanin context your soul shall receive
Angel wings of seduction
The creed of earthly introduction
Earthbound divinity of perfection
The law of an unbalanced life always follows rejection
In my arms your earthly protection
This is the story of my relegation
Leaps and Bounds to earth to research the sinful flesh behind such wicked dedications ...
As you can feel, touch, see
And will come to believe
Spiritual enlighten from the depth of my melanin context your soul shall receive
Angel wings of seduction
The creed of earthly introduction
Earthbound divinity of perfection
The law of an unbalanced life always follows rejection
In my arms your earthly protection
This is the story of my relegation
Leaps and Bounds to earth to research the sinful flesh behind such wicked dedications ...
#sun
#angels
#spiritual
#philosophical
#MayaAngelou
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Mm... Laying My Hands Upon The Hard Feel Of His Cosmic Gifts
Soft whispers in the dark
Where connecting spirits beautifully lark
Oh, radiant sun, emotional strokes of the moon
Gentle words spoken, as cascading water flows
Bathing my Chi as sinking in a deep lagoon
We’re now dancing in the mystic light
Cosmic infused soaring wings taking a Heavenly flight
Down below only hell and fiery blows
Twisted tongues speak ill will, why? Only God truly knows
Touch me gently, mm...oh yes…touch me right there
Caresses my skin so gently as wisps of air
Shh… tonight...
Where connecting spirits beautifully lark
Oh, radiant sun, emotional strokes of the moon
Gentle words spoken, as cascading water flows
Bathing my Chi as sinking in a deep lagoon
We’re now dancing in the mystic light
Cosmic infused soaring wings taking a Heavenly flight
Down below only hell and fiery blows
Twisted tongues speak ill will, why? Only God truly knows
Touch me gently, mm...oh yes…touch me right there
Caresses my skin so gently as wisps of air
Shh… tonight...
#sun
#moon
#sensual
#passion
#seductive
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bumblebee
It’s quiet.
I mean, so quiet. So quiet you hear yourself think and you get lost in conversation with yourself. So quiet the second you hear anything you jump. But you don’t hear anything. The sun beats down silently, the lake is cool and flat as a mirror. I turn to my other side, laid up on a thick picnic blanket, red and white, on the low hill next to the house. A little house, brick, built before the town came. Before the road was there, before all the activity and movement. And away from the road you feel alone. Not in a bad way. Just alone. Alone and you know it’s only you in...
I mean, so quiet. So quiet you hear yourself think and you get lost in conversation with yourself. So quiet the second you hear anything you jump. But you don’t hear anything. The sun beats down silently, the lake is cool and flat as a mirror. I turn to my other side, laid up on a thick picnic blanket, red and white, on the low hill next to the house. A little house, brick, built before the town came. Before the road was there, before all the activity and movement. And away from the road you feel alone. Not in a bad way. Just alone. Alone and you know it’s only you in...
#loneliness
#sun
#bees
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The solace of adversity
It has been a cold winter
I sit huddled in my blankets
Balancing whether I should use my batteries to power the radiator or save them in case the day is grey
I love the sun
I love directly relying on it
Being so directly aware of relying on it
I missed it badly while it was gone
Sunk behind the buildings on the ridge
Showing itself to me only by lighting the bare branches of the winter trees above the garden
I had to carry my batteries to the mains and beg a bucketful of...
I sit huddled in my blankets
Balancing whether I should use my batteries to power the radiator or save them in case the day is grey
I love the sun
I love directly relying on it
Being so directly aware of relying on it
I missed it badly while it was gone
Sunk behind the buildings on the ridge
Showing itself to me only by lighting the bare branches of the winter trees above the garden
I had to carry my batteries to the mains and beg a bucketful of...
#sun
#winter
#SelfReflection
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A Sunny Moment in my Somewhat Dark BDSM Journey
i met him on one of those websites
my friends-or family- didn't know i was on
a lot of creepy men there
with names beginning with 'Lord'
or 'Master'
how many of them lived in their mom's basements?
probably not a lot
likely more than one or two
some of them loved the cover of BDSM
now i get to be an angry selfish jerk
and women will think it's hot!
so Lord Timmy
(or whomever) wrote things like
"you will heed my every command or feel the lash of my whip"
or
"you will...
my friends-or family- didn't know i was on
a lot of creepy men there
with names beginning with 'Lord'
or 'Master'
how many of them lived in their mom's basements?
probably not a lot
likely more than one or two
some of them loved the cover of BDSM
now i get to be an angry selfish jerk
and women will think it's hot!
so Lord Timmy
(or whomever) wrote things like
"you will heed my every command or feel the lash of my whip"
or
"you will...
#erotic
#BDSM
#sun #sensual
#sun #sensual
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Rock & Roll Dreams
The Sage Colored Planet. The Story of the
Three Lock Box:
Finally,
Ben was slowing and moving
softly, floating
through the air towards the new planet he was
about to encounter,
Suddenly, he
noticed a carpet underneath him
where he was resting.
The carpet was the color of a rich blue sapphire, plush,
with golden lanterns
encrusted on each corner.
The lanterns were tilted some,
each forming streams
of topaz threads flowing to the center, forming the...
Three Lock Box:
Finally,
Ben was slowing and moving
softly, floating
through the air towards the new planet he was
about to encounter,
Suddenly, he
noticed a carpet underneath him
where he was resting.
The carpet was the color of a rich blue sapphire, plush,
with golden lanterns
encrusted on each corner.
The lanterns were tilted some,
each forming streams
of topaz threads flowing to the center, forming the...
#sun
#universe
#stars
#shadows
#astronomy
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The Paisley River - and other poems of 2022
The Paisley River
The sun comes down to dance on the river
Its colours attract a band of nude bathers
Looking to wash the dirt
From their sweating sun-browned bodies
The river doesn’t discriminate
Like the righteous dead
Paisley currents spin and swirl
All the way from the Persian sand
Across the seas to California
They wanted to get closer to the gods
Before the sun falls behind the hills
The Leaves that fall and Grow back again
Do not sink when your sunshine fades
The joy you felt...
The sun comes down to dance on the river
Its colours attract a band of nude bathers
Looking to wash the dirt
From their sweating sun-browned bodies
The river doesn’t discriminate
Like the righteous dead
Paisley currents spin and swirl
All the way from the Persian sand
Across the seas to California
They wanted to get closer to the gods
Before the sun falls behind the hills
The Leaves that fall and Grow back again
Do not sink when your sunshine fades
The joy you felt...
#river
#sun
#water
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COOL DARK NIGHT (II; revision) (1977; Galveston Island, Texas)
the sun
in constant rising
still remembers
its simultaneous
equally continuous
cosmic falling
hand in hand
out of planet beds
taking with it
the fading sheets
of twilights
soft retreat
leaving
in its silent wake
vast
black
shoreless lake
of countless stars ...
in constant rising
still remembers
its simultaneous
equally continuous
cosmic falling
hand in hand
out of planet beds
taking with it
the fading sheets
of twilights
soft retreat
leaving
in its silent wake
vast
black
shoreless lake
of countless stars ...
#earth
#sun
#universe
#stars
#evolution
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Why Replace SATURDAY With SUNDAY
IF SATURDAY = SABBATH, WHY REPLACE IT WITH SUNDAY ??
On "Pastors's Perspective," a radio call-in show, a caller recently asked,
"If Saturday is the Sabbath, why do we worship on SUNDAY instead ??"
Pastor Bryan Brodersen didn't beat around the bush.
He said, "Christ rose from the dead on Sunday - THAT's what we celebrate !!"
Very brief, direct - powerful !!
Its very simple:
Is Christ's RESURRECTION worth tossing out the original Saturday Sabbath ??!!
The old Sabbath celebrates God creating the universe and then resting.
Whereas the...
On "Pastors's Perspective," a radio call-in show, a caller recently asked,
"If Saturday is the Sabbath, why do we worship on SUNDAY instead ??"
Pastor Bryan Brodersen didn't beat around the bush.
He said, "Christ rose from the dead on Sunday - THAT's what we celebrate !!"
Very brief, direct - powerful !!
Its very simple:
Is Christ's RESURRECTION worth tossing out the original Saturday Sabbath ??!!
The old Sabbath celebrates God creating the universe and then resting.
Whereas the...
#earth
#sun
#moon
#stars
#evolution
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Brace Yourself (A Journey in Automatic Writing)
Brace yourself for impact,
Soon we'll be crashing,
Into something previously unforeseen
But, it's okay,
If you keep your wits about you,
It's just to test your latent abilities
For, they will arise,
From the depths of the mind
When the time does arrive
To reveal your potential
So, brace for impact
And know just up ahead,
You will know why we fell to this world
And as a matter of fact,
There are no facts at all
When we write our own rules,
By which we all must follow
...
Soon we'll be crashing,
Into something previously unforeseen
But, it's okay,
If you keep your wits about you,
It's just to test your latent abilities
For, they will arise,
From the depths of the mind
When the time does arrive
To reveal your potential
So, brace for impact
And know just up ahead,
You will know why we fell to this world
And as a matter of fact,
There are no facts at all
When we write our own rules,
By which we all must follow
...
#sun
#rebirth
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness
#dawn
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Diurnal
Do you think houseplants get confused?
We know that trees sleep. When the sun sets,
So do their leaves,
Their slumber, shadowy,
Breathe out just like us---CO2
For during the daytime, the trees work hard:
Take in carbon, water, sunlight,
And breathe out oxygen.
When they go to sleep, the leaves get to rest, and to enjoy the passive respiration--in goes the oxygen, out goes the carbon.
But a houseplant is subject to more, inconsistent, conditions...
My alyssum
Sat at the corner of my desk
Soaks up light all day
But, in the...
We know that trees sleep. When the sun sets,
So do their leaves,
Their slumber, shadowy,
Breathe out just like us---CO2
For during the daytime, the trees work hard:
Take in carbon, water, sunlight,
And breathe out oxygen.
When they go to sleep, the leaves get to rest, and to enjoy the passive respiration--in goes the oxygen, out goes the carbon.
But a houseplant is subject to more, inconsistent, conditions...
My alyssum
Sat at the corner of my desk
Soaks up light all day
But, in the...
#sun
#nature
#sleep
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The Golden Thicket
It was like being just below the surface of the water.
It was January, and the wind was like a fleeting rabbit, it kicked snow in my direction from a distance,
I walked up the road
Steep, hard;
To my right I saw
Five bunched thickets of golden wild grass
Fluid and feathery, they wavered in the winter sun
Like a gate, they stood in a line,
A few feet apart each, they looked like pillars of a pier
I stopped, and so did the wind. I cross the street, and pass through the center two sentries.
The thicket is lush, it is golden, it is warm. ...
It was January, and the wind was like a fleeting rabbit, it kicked snow in my direction from a distance,
I walked up the road
Steep, hard;
To my right I saw
Five bunched thickets of golden wild grass
Fluid and feathery, they wavered in the winter sun
Like a gate, they stood in a line,
A few feet apart each, they looked like pillars of a pier
I stopped, and so did the wind. I cross the street, and pass through the center two sentries.
The thicket is lush, it is golden, it is warm. ...
#dreams
#sun
#nature
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About the Sun