.
He shines his light
Upon my life
Upon the vortex of my soul
And takes control
Calming the storm
Keeping me from harm
As I navigate my path
Through hazardous topography
And treacherous geography
Lifting me from nothingness
Filling all my emptiness
He…
.
©DGA 27 March 2012 08:04
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Evil rides abroad at night
Cloaked in clouds that hide the light,
Looking for a fertile bed
Upon which to rest his head;
His evil thoughts in dreams are spread,
Filling us with utmost dread.
.
Evil prowls the minds of men,
Seeking foothold to craft his den.
He plants his seed where e’er he goes,
Finding places well disposed –
And they’re aplenty, heaven knows –
Offering space for his repose.
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Oh God in Heaven help us to see
When all is not as it purports to be,
To recognise evil’s distorted face;
Bless us with Your holy grace
That none is misled by his carapace
In traversing life’s obstacle race.
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©DGA 21 March 2012 11:24
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Walking on my hands
Standing on my head
Turning cartwheels ‘cross the lawn
Enticing me to leave my bed
On this lovely, sunny morn
.
I may be tired
Energy expired
Eclectic dreams
Electric beams
Recharge
Strain through my veins
Energising, vitalising
Galvanising me
.
©DGA 17 March 2012 08:57
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Circles of life
And of seasons
Circles of time
And of reasons
Rings within rings
We go round and round
In our existence
Subsistence
Spinning fast
Spinning slow
Dizzy, giddy
Quite unsteady
If we pause to think
We are on the brink
A balancing act
As a matter of fact
.
©DGA 15 March 2012 07:56
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The touch of a baby’s breath
On your cheek,
Its gaze tracing
Your face;
The touch of a lover’s hands,
A lover’s lips,
Gently caressing
Your heart;
The touch of God’s grace,
His love,
His blessing,
Embracing your soul.
~
©DGA 12 March 2012 04:05
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The ground has shifted
And I am in the rough
My aim is the same
Approach from a different direction
Altered by an added perception
An introspection
I am bogged down by magma
Surrounded by lava
Inspiration has become perspiration
And I can no longer fly
My bird’s eye view
Is now that of a centipede
My steed is a millipede
As I crawl along
Without a song
The rough patch a sticky stretch
To overcome
And stun and numb
.
©DGA 08 March 2012 06:20
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Becalmed on a silver sea
an ocean of slow motion
after a tropical storm
feelings have flown
hither and thither blown
littered, scattered
across the ocean
in a cyclone of emotion
~
©DGA 03 March 2012 07:16
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I walk with a smile.
I talk with a smile.
Am I being facile?
Infantile?
Inane, insane?
I bubble over with joy –
Live for the day.
To hell with the morrow
I don’t care if there’s sorrow
Ahead.
.
©DGA 02 March 2012 06:48
~
He rings my bell
signals long-lost feelings
longings, yearnings
half-remembered dreamings
healings, tenses, senses
in the deepest recesses of my being
~
©DGA 23 February 2012 14:31
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