Staccato #poetry #devotion #photography

quickly you crack the whip

knocking over what was once precious

valuables turned to dust

your mark permanent

quickly you crack the whip

over me you lord superiority

dealing the final card

I have lost everything

quickly you crack the whip

mutilated beyond recognition

all that’s left is a pool of blood

you were once my friend

In the Bible, James 3 talks about the tongue:

” But no human being can tame the tongue.It is a restless evil full of deadly poison.”

Unbridled, our tongue can be quick to lash out perhaps destroying another with our words. What would the world today be like if everyone used their words to soothe and encourage? It can start with us.

“Love provided me with a tongue and tears”

~ Gibran

Give me love

flowing stream in the desert

words of kindness

~mdw

Devotion shared with Godinterest

The Key to Paradise #haiku #photography #Gibran

“Paradise is there, behind that door, in the next room; but I have lost the key. Perhaps I have only mislaid it”. 

“He who would share your pleasure but not your pain shall lose the key to one of the seven gates of Paradise”. ~Gibran

stairs in garden

Streets of gold

gaze into the eyes of God

who needs concrete

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treasure’s key

incomparable beauty

began in a garden

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Today’s prompt at Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem is “Paradise.” And more words of inspiration from Gibran…

Truth #haiku #photography #poetry #Gibran

 

“Should you care to write (and only the saints know why you should) you need to have knowledge of the art and magic of the music of words, the art of being artless and the magic of loving your readers” ~Gibran

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Art opens doors

Without truth we are blind

Stumbling over lies

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Behold nature

art in its purist form

Truth will set you free

“When you reach the heart of life you shall find beauty in all things, even in the eyes that are blind to beauty” ~Gibran

 

This prompt from Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem is Truth and Gibran’s truth add inspiration.

 

Song in My Hand #haiku #photography #poem #Gibran

broken egg

 

In a style that can only be Gibran:

Once I filled my hand with mist. Then I opened it, and look, the mist was a worm. And I closed and opened my hand again, and behold there was a bird. And again I closed and opened my hand, and in its hollow stood a man with a sad face turned upward. And again I closed my hand, and when I opened it, there was nothing but mist. But I heard a song of exceeding sweetness. 

I am inspired:

 lesson in the mist

fledgling wings  in key of “C”

nature’s psalms

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Carpe Diem shares this wonderful reflection by Kahlil Gibran

We are prompted to write about Mist.

Moonlit Glow #poetry # #photography

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Gazing into moonlit glow

Inspired, I pause

Entranced by ethereal beauty

There is something  inside

Makes me want to sing

No solitary song is hers

She that has captivated for centuries

What can a mere mortal bestow?

Gazing into moonlit  glow

Ecstatic, I smile

She knowingly has cast her spell

Drunken,  I bob and sway

I croon a serenade

My eyes reflecting swaying curves

Warm arms envelop her

I dance the silent song I know

 

Ghazal
“Traditionally invoking melancholy, love, longing, and metaphysical questions, ghazals are often sung by Iranian, Indian, and Pakistani musicians.”

(I am not familiar with this form so will just write a love poem rather than butcher a form. Poets.org has been helpful with this poetry information.)

 

“Poetry is  a deal of joy and pain and wonder with a dash of the dictionary.”

Khalil Gibran (Brainy Quotes)

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