Homeless

In the evenings
And mornings
If you've seen me
Bent low
To the ground
Trembling
With a scowl
Darkness settling now
Whites of my eyes
Gleaming
Pleading
For the sun to come

Undone
Are yesterday's knots
They hold much clout
But my soul
Is cast in doubt

In the evenings
And mornings
I mutter stories
And untold glories
But they are deaf
Bereft of love
Hope vanquished
On the wings of a dove

The street's my bed
I bow my head
With great assurance
I live
Money's not God

Slow Sundays

Slow Sundays
When the crown of the sun
Rouses from the hills
But never stirs
And little ones play
Beneath their beds
Spiritual souls
Bow their heads
In blessed pews
And birds sink deep
Upon their nest
To warm their eggs
Mama kneads the dough
And kisses her bread
While papa rests upon the radio
Absorbed in his team instead
Quiet and empty
The desolate road fades
Darkness settles over Sunday
The bustle of life rushes in again

First Date and more (Acrostic)

For this week's Acrostic Only challenge, I decided to use the words First Date and Love Me Tender.

Fawning

Infatuation

Rippling with

Sweet

Talk

Delightful

Adjournment

Tasting new

Embraces

*****************

Listening and

Open to

Vast

Emotions

Massaging

Embraces

Titillating

Entries

Now

Dance in

Eternal

Rivers

Faith

The other day my eyes wandered on the scripture: Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. It provided much needed inspiration for my daily tasks and shaped my latest poem.

Ink black is the sky
But my eyes flicker
Towards the horizon
The burgeoning flame of hope
Rising like the morning star
And faith cradling me
From the precipice below
Despairs closing eye
A feverish sigh
Steadily climbing upward
Till the heavenly stars
Twinkle in my hair
From above all sorrows melt
The velvet coat of night
Lightens and heightens its gaze
Upon heavenly glory

Now faith is the substance
Of things hoped for
Brimming and overflowing
From the spirit
Cascading like a waterfall
Deepening wells of hope
Quenches the thirst of many
Prayers crying out
Grasping on the tails of faith

Carmen

This poem is inspired by the beautiful and incomparable Dorothy Dandridge for her performance in Carmen. I remember seeing this film and falling in love with the story line. Also, I'd like to add that TCM is doing a full month featuring Hollywood stars, which is such a treat if you'd like to watch a classic movie.

Red dress

Smouldering

Like hot lava

Saucy twang

Singes the tongue

Flames dancing

Rising in your lungs

Sirens scrawl

The loveliest song

Pulsing pomegranate

Or the tartiest berry

Juices cajoling

Rounding like cherries

Scintillating angles

The line in her dress

Induces palpatating

Renditions

Intense passions

Feeding insatiable desires

Fires new glances

And romances

Jealousy peaks from its bed

Plotting demise

Crushing the rose by its head

Champion

Yesterday he was down
Crushed into the earth like garbage
Helpless like a moth on pavement
Devoured like a carcass in hot sun
Sprawled out cold like a boxer
But he remembered the words
He that shall endure to the end
The same shall be saved
It echoed till the earth shook
Rising, hot air filled his lungs
God gave him life again
Heart beating like an intense drum,
The enemy squared back
Like the champion
He glared back with maddening eyes
Fists growing like great melons
His blow dusted the enemy on the ropes
With arms floating triumphantly in the air
Prayers as thick as wind carried him home

Good News

After months of searching for a new forum to write and broaden my horizon, I am happy to announce that my literary book review was published at Attribute Magazine. I am so happy for the opportunity and hope this is the start of many wonderful things to come. You can check out the article here if interested. Thanks for everyone's continued support and kindness on this site.

Floetic, kinetic

Rhythmic ballads

Fall from our lips

Words with such

Powerful force

Our minds

Take a dip

In the infinite waters

Of syllables

And contractions

Distractions

From life's unspoken verse