Cup of Spirit

Scripture is life
Breath and meaning
Verses tug at the heart
Sinking into His rest
Faith, the sunrise of the blessed
When the weary heart weeps
And the soul seeks sleep
Brew a cup of spirit

Comets (Acrostic)

Celestial wonder of eyes
Orbits the midnight skies
Magnificent tail of dust
Evokes the distant galaxies
Trajectory course yet unknown
Stunning bursts of universe

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Sultry Sestina

Hi bloggers, here is a new challenge for poetic minds. The poetry style I am experimenting with is called the Sestina, a poem consisting of 39 lines and revolving around 6 words in a set pattern. I was given the sestina as an exercise in school but I found the style quite challenging. If any of you are interested in writing a sestina, click here for instructions.

It was one of those summers, smoldering and sultry
Brass men playing alive with jazz
Dancers drunk on liquor and love
Inhaling rhythmic jives at a bluesy temple
Faces now tomato red with heat
High stepping to cajoling music


Jumping Jack jiggles when he plays music
Swaying hips is something sultry
Lips moisten in summer heat
Eyes flickering wide with jazz
Her lavender dress a strange temple
He barely notices the girl humming love

Heels tapping softly with love
Their limbs slowing to music
A kiss to lay against her temple
Saxophone cool and sultry
Lady’s hips move like jazz
He loosens his collar in the heat


Shoes lit like matches in the heat
Atmosphere intoxicated on love
The Duke ushers in bravado and jazz
Satchmo’s horn wakes the saints of music
Billie and Ella sing ethereally sultry
Crowd parts, here comes Ms. Temple


Light dims, darkness a unique temple
Their scent brews like stew in heat
Dancing is seductively sultry
Slow waltz to the melodies of love
Black shadows pause like printed music
When the world pulses alive with jazz


Life whistles to the soul of jazz
Farewells exchanged at the bluesy temple
Unwind to the memories of music
Breathe in the last of heat
Night ends but there is love
Still grooving to something sultry

Young, colorful jazz wafts in summer heat
The soul is a glorious temple, tipsy on love
Swinging to music, alive and sultry

Rainbows (O.S.I)

Rippling in blue skies
Ascending for our eyes
Indigo dipped in gold
Nuances of color bold
Breathtaking sights come alive
Orange unravels into green
Wash the gray away
Scintillating arch of light

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Heaven

O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is Your name in all the earth, who have set Your glory above the heavens (Psalm 8: 1)

What is it beyond that sky

That captures our heart

Forever looking up

Prayers on bended knees

Songs of psalms

Stunningly calling out

For an answer from heaven

January (Pt V)

"Sorry, I'm late," she laughed. "Well, do you like my evening frock? The moon gave it to me as a present. Nice, little fellow but very strange..." Felix's mouth was agape, staring incredulously at the vision before him.

"Did I freeze you boy," she laughed. "I'm in my absolute best, and you couldn't even think to shave." He laughed sheepishly, running his hand over his beard.

"My apologies madame," he said, playing along with her little game.

"Now, how do you like your subjects: clothed or naked?" Felix coughed with uncontrollable laughter.

"I thought you were a spirit. You couldn't possibly have a woman's..." And he trailed off with embarrassment.

"Remember, I can take on the form of your choosing. Use your imagination," she smiled.

"Please keep your coat on. I want to capture how stunning you look."

"You're beginning to like me Felix," she spoke softly, her lips exhaling frost smoke.

He smiled back at her. She inspired art in him. Her icy gaze searched him like he was the canvas and she, the artist. He worked in the moonlight, titling her head for direction and painting her with an inner longing.

He finished painting her as the dawn blushed red in the sky. January sat motionless as if in a deep stupor. Her sapphire eyes staring intently on him.

"It's finished," he announced half exhausted and astounded. "You are a masterpiece."

She dashed to his side excitedly. Her eyes leapt joyfully with each brushstroke, and she reached out her hand to touch it.

"It isn't dry yet," he spoke softly. Felix no longer shrank from her icy frame. He recognized the beauty in her, and his hands swept across her hair melting like gold in the sunlight.

Gold (O.S.I.)

Here is my abstract take on gold:

The outer darkness peeling his mind
Only the gold from her necklace
Flickered to greet him
Like sunlight on a darkened canvas
Her frame lit like a vase
The artful illumination
Of shadows in the glint of gold
Morphed like angelic beings
Her molten liquid ambiance
Met his lips
He took a drink

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