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'DEVINE GIFTS'

                              I have to walk where you have been,
                              To see what you have seen and talked about.
                              Only then will I begin to understand the day,
                              When dawn breaks and light comes to every form.

                               The shadows give way to objects crafted by eons of time,
                               They change as I move into patterns of motion.
                               Scenery of faces, forms and events pass by,
                               Truth being where you would have me go.

                               Coming along on paths of glory,
                               Relating the dialogues of lives in print.
                               Making the whole world aware,
                               That all honor and contentment are divine gifts.

                                            Carol Sanford Hall - Oregon, U.S.A. Copyright.

My end is my Beginning

So then...
This act of lust to reach the apogee
of our kismet...
A captaincy of power?
A restless plea
which cuts the surfeit of a night
gone mad?
There is an ancient man
who walks behind the spectre of his youth
and gives away his presence
with a dagger poised in vengeance
for an act of welcome
to the dawn.

Is it a mindset that creates our joy?
For each of us will see in part
before horizons of our sight
will tantalize each faltering advance
and slip away as vision blurs,
to scoff at formulae,
and thus exalt the warfare
from within.

It is the quest of a mirage
that plants creation's seed;
a faith in the imagination,
in delight of serendipity,
and in the hope,
which always reigns
where particles exist
in flow or substance,
feeding counterpoint
for this impatient fugue
still unresolved in consonance.

An expectation surges in us all.
Though jaded, all will dance
to songs of spring inspired
by memory alone.
For just as winter
witnesses a season's flight,
there is a spirit, thought's progenitor,
not far beyond a door of glowing light,
Extending inverse shadow
to the darkness of the night.

Bob Ludden @ copyright

A MATTER OF COGNIZANCE

Understanding other poet’s poetry
Has always been difficult for me
I read them with great gusto, trying
To imbibe the words that
Go from my mouth to my heart to my brain, but
Refuse to enter my subconscious.
I have visions of the creations, visions
Blurred as the view from a frosted window, difficult
To perceive, unable to touch and feel.
I also feel ashamed, for I may distort
The actuality of the root. Still I read on and on, awaiting
The dawn on my sagacity.

Ankit Jamwal @ copyright

A New Style

When I brought the computer home
I thought I would write my poems in it
I opened the word processing software
And drummed away on the keyboard
A Couple of lines later
I studied my work and found
That the words were mechanical,
Superficial and unknown to me.
The words on the screen were
Far far away from the feelings on paper.

Amkit Jamwal @ copyright

MIND DANCER

Endless portrayal swarming my thoughts
A private performance with mixed emotions
I bathe in cascades of falling iridescent dust
Whispered from the mouth of an angel
The dancer takes the lead with masterful skill
Spinning masks of good and evil
Courting me to join in
Tripping through darkness hues of black mist
>From the cold contagion of solitary
Fulminate scenes of imagination delight
And blindfold me from cruel deceptive realities
Waltz slowly twisting and turning
Until I am drenched in rivers of mystical abyss
Give me an immortal companion
Whose sensual vow is unity?
For in your care I am safe
My Mind Dancer.

AJB(C)1998

My Shepherd

My shepherd has led me to wondrous high places;
He's made me to walk where my eyes cannot see.
In safety I travel over many rough hillsides;
I've no need to worry, my shepherd leads me.

The Lord makes my feet as the feet of a hind,
and given me strength when I felt I would fall.
He's carried me gently, when I thought I could not walk,
and lovingly helped me over each rocky wall.

At last at the brink, I can see the whole valley.
I sense what the shepherd's been trying to say.
Tomorrow I'll go back to the place where I started,
back to the others to show them the way.

D. L. Holmes @ copyright

The Little Angel

Out of the darkness, the little angel flew,
To cheer me and guide me, she obviously knew,
The sorrow and pain, that I did feel,
To bring me a message, to reveal,
The mercies and goodness, God's loving grace,
To slow down and reflect, to stop running the race,
That sorrow would be something everyone had to bare,
To let me know, God really does care,
Ever so sweetly, a warm gentle kiss did give,
To help me know, with love we all should live,
Then, in the blinking of an eye,
The little angel flew back up to the sky.

Diana Diaz @ copyright 1998