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 May 2016
Ellentelligence
Somewhere between ego and distance, love lost - we became strangers.,
 May 2016
Ellentelligence
Have you ever heard the wind blow
as silent as the night
a breeze on a summer day

Have you ever heard a small whisper
that gives you hope when you had none
like invisible crutches propping you up

Have ever found yourself mumbling
words you did not speak
but sound familiar all the same

That is the spirit wind
wind which is conceived by love
Love which is made of you
you who is made by God
God who speaks to you in that small still voice
Listen to God speaking to you in that small still voice
 May 2016
Sequestered
Roman agonizing nails pierced Christ to the cross...
As blood of covenant dribbled down thorn-crowned head,
Scourged ripped skin bled from creation's Source,
His parched thirsty throat was wetted with vinegar instead...

Most excruciating was our Saviour's agony and pain!
Abandoned by His own Father for men's sins He willingly bore;
Yet six times spoke He all words of grace most fain...
In the sixth hour darkness befell the earth and for three more.

Noon sun became dark as The Light started to dim;
In the midst, the veil of the Holy of holies was torn apart...
And the precious Lamb of God, these torments' grim
No longer could bear; as He descended into death's path.

Then for the seventh time cried He with a very loud voice,
"Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit", He bowed and slept;
Then gave up His ghost, as the finished work of His choice...
And the host of heaven and earth witnessed His death and wept.

Even unto death, Jesus entrusted His Spirit unto God...
The Father mourned His Son as His mother and also His friends;
Onlookers smote their *******,the centurion gloried The Lord,
But Christ death and grave's tale wasn't how His passion will end.
" Father Into  Your Hands  I Commend My Spirit" ( Luke 23:46 " Jesus cried out in a loud voice,

This poem captured the emotions that Jesus as expressed at His last statement from the cross.
 May 2016
david mungoshi
your coming in with the rising sun
in soft morning light and glistening dew
made me think life could be  a huge smile
and that nothing about you could be a trifle

conversation with you was like lyrical poetry
full of measured tones and profound emotion
words are wholesome food when one is enamoured
you sip their oozing nectar at every sugary pause

your voice was like a heavenly harp magically played
by expert fingers dancing to an inspired melody
that only i and they could hear, and cherish like a dream
thus see me now with my face still ravaged by possibilities

but alas, you decided to take your leave with the dying day
and i knew my bewilderment would last the stretch of eternity
you walked away into the twilight and never once looked back
those who go away with the setting sun do not always rise with it
Dark
In here
In my world
Ever since you
Slipped out of my sight
Out there in the
Distance, away
With thy
Light

Light
That shone
Bright to my
Wild blue yonder
Like rays of sunshine
Parting glowing
Clouds on a
Sweltering
Day

Light
Which I
Will always
Crave perdurably
Whilst incandescent
Stars seldom dost
Shine athwart
The night
Skies.
(A Series Of Ninette)

A ninette poem is a poem made up of nine lines, each increasing in one syllable, then at the mid point, decreasing again. The first and last word may be the same, antonyms or synonyms.

Its structure is 123454321 syllable format
 May 2016
Sequestered
My soul's ensnared
By hidden hooks of hell;
Enslaved to grieves
Begotten by anguish and death...
Entrapped at the floating lawn,
Between the edges of hades and hell;
Satan and sin seek my soul,
But on bended knees I emptied myself
"My Lord and my God!"
"Let this damnation Passover me!!"
 May 2016
Sequestered
His unique style
Formed my elementary;
But those thou art,
Some coveted like adultery.

For him was coined
A word more like idolatry;
Just to worship him
In the altar of bardolatry.
Bardolatry
 May 2016
Sequestered
This life has known impatience;
‘Tempted and caressed by her deceptive wrath,
Defiled in her cradle of penitence
Ravished in her creased sheets of lustful hurt.

Deserted in the middle of nowhere
Between this roaring lion and deep raging sea,
I became the victim of my own care;
Left stranded in the very last place I hate to be.

But the heaven never faded above me,
Nor sun’s crystal rays that reached out for my soul.
The earth did not disappear beneath me;
For mercy found me and kept me intact and whole.

She nudged me into the arms of patience,
Who wrought her perfect work in and through me.
‘Took me to a place of peaceful existence,
Where I’m made complete, to lack none and set free.
 May 2016
Sequestered
How can I ever resist
My craving for thy compelling charm?
From the irresistible attraction of thine arms,
My willpower couldn't desist...

From thine alluring entanglement,
I've tried to untangle myself a thousand times;
Still a million times I've gladly embraced 'same crime,
That I'm wholly devoted to its torment.
Charisma
Depth, and is raw in emotions.
 May 2016
Sequestered
Life's so unfair,
Tempting and rough.
Prey to despair,
Taunting and tough.

To earn a dime,
She became enslaved;
Becoming crime
Begging to be saved.

Her pains smile,
Her bruises tell tales;
Many miry miles,
So sour it still stales.

One fateful day
She braced her senses,
Then walk'd away
From her own offenses.

She said goodbye
To today from tomorrow;
Ventured into sky
To fly away from sorrow.
 May 2016
Sequestered
My spasmodic body's awash;
Submerged in irresistible rippling passion.
This surging waves won't hush,
Till my fever and every shiver get attention.

I crave your moistened tongue,
All over my body; especially down below.
Don't care if t'was right or wrong;
Just lick me most lecherously until I glow...

Into a wet blossom that implore...
Dribble, drip and drool with fervent groan;
Begging for more frenzy to explore
My urgency with thrusts to make me moan...
 May 2016
Sequestered
Wonderful
Words,
Woven into whispers
Lifted from leaflets;
Floating
In the wings of the wind.
 May 2016
Sequestered
From same origin,
Man and beast in harmony;
Different destinies.
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