Running Waves

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Just like the wave that keeps returning from the ocean to the shore, a heart will find its homecoming as the running waves reached offshore.

 

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A Dressing Moon by The Human Mare

A Dressing Moon by The Human Mare,  Poetry by Mare Martell
A Dressing Moon – Poetry by Mare Martell

 

Every line mesmerize me, can’t help not to share this: 

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I will put on my vestments to ride the night sky

I’ll reflect the sun into the darkness seeking sight

I’ll guide those who are lost, unwilling to be free

They’ll all know I am watching as I rise above the trees

I will monthly allow clandestine shadows cloak to hide

While I sneak my chosen path over indigo darkened skies

But as I wind around the earth chasing my lover’s pursuit

Believe me when I say, with my arrows I hunt and shoot

For as my time grows ever more; closer to my lover

I will remove each willowing wisp, reject my naked covers

When I am full, there’s no denying the glory that I shine

For those who know me best are dancing naked intertwined

Beneath my swollen belly and my womb of maturation

I gave birth to more than you, I’m the keeper of tides and nations.

So shall I depart from my gentle inamorato’s embrace

Until a cycle once more rounds, I’ll redress my bounty’s face.

I circle fates with my hips unbound

Singing songs of my sisters

Spirals never ending round

Upon Goddess brows a-glitter

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Why

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You know he is not an oracle,
Why are you under his spell?

You know he is not a king,
Why are you enslaved by his ring?

You know he is not a prophet,
Why do you quiver when he trumpets.

You know he is not a song,
Why do you feel the rhythm and sing along?

You know he is all lies.
But for you he is your truth.
Why?

 

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What is Love by Saneh Pandey

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A Beautiful Poem by Saneh Pandey

 

What is Love?

Posted on March 4, 2015

Love is bound destiny,
love is soul’s claim,
love is going distance,
and never to blame.

love is my body,
and life inside it,
love is my eyes,
and dreams behind it.

love is within me,
love is just me.

 

My favourite quote on love: ‘I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear’ – Martin Luther King, Jr.

I was nominated by Prakash Hegade to write about Love in 10 sentences, each sentence having four words along with my favourite quote on Love. So, here it is. I hope I have justified the challenge.

Instead of nominating individuals, I would like to invite everyone who is willing to take part. I would love to read what you think of Love.

 

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Not Just on Sundays

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They saw you creep in like a beggar in the city
Although you’re not asking for coins nor begging for pity.
The unkempt clothes that ruin their image
A big no to their sundays that seem like sacrilege.

Roaming the wilderness looking for kindness
A drop of holy water to enlighten their blindness
The scented candles and all those fragrant flowers
Purity of one’s heart you wish they’ll discover.

A preachy sermon to help thy own neighbour
Dropping coins to serve their master’s favor
Turning away seeing you as a leper
Dirty torn clothes judging you as a pauper.

You light a candle and utter your prayer
Sharing your bread to a needy stranger
Not your leftover or your excess clover
And you do it any day not just on sundays.

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