Pheonix

Out of a burning desire to be one with You,
I rise to majesty,
and at my best,
I set my wings ablaze
to shed my mortal shackles,
My burning carcas;
like a flame thrown across the sky
falls back towards the earth,
Turned to ash;
Scattered, freed,  elevated,
Iam ecststic,
and no sooner dead, that I am born again
Out of the very ashes
of my mortal self.
More majestic, more in Love.
Though i remain oblivious,
Your entire creation is awed
at the spectacle of this magnificent proclamation,
of my love for You.

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You never left!

I thank “Jingle Poetry” (http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/) and its team for holding the events in order to further the beauty of expression and by providing  poets a forum for sharing their works with the rest.  With the thanks extended, I accept my “Perfect Poet award” with gratitude and nominate “nano1982” for her writing “Sparkle in Love” (http://nohaemile.wordpress.com/2011/03/06/sparkle-in-love/)

 

Here is the writing that won the love of “Jingle Poetry” and Yours…..:

In the sweet remembrance of those who lost their lives when a 9.0-magnitude earthquake hit the Pacific coastal areas of northeastern and eastern Japan on March 11, triggering enormous tsunami leaving 10,151 people dead and 17,053 others unaccounted for by 10:00 a.m. local time:

On the once peaceful shores of Okinawa,

When I came to find you,

I saw you in the wayward growth of the

flowers on the shore,

and in the warmth of your presence in the wind,

I felt you,

I heard your voices when the birds sang,

and I thought to myself,

you never did leave the shores

of Okinawa!

 

I thank “Jingle Poetry” (http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/) and its team for holding the events in order to further the beauty of expression and provide poets to share their works with the rest.  With the thanks extended, I accept my “Perfect Poet award” and nominate “nano1982” for her writing “Sparkle in Love” (http://nohaemile.wordpress.com/2011/03/06/sparkle-in-love/)

A giving Heart!


Break the bones of winter’s sorrow,

Rise above the skeptics’ scorn,

Brave the ills of a luckless morrow,

With a heart of gold and faith to follow.

A million woes, should not restrain,

Your giving heart, whence,

the aching world,

And I, may borrow.

(This poem was written as an apology to my wife after an argument)