Brilliance - Special Edition Poem

Brilliance
 
I am blinded by your brilliance
But you ask me to be a reflection;
I cannot stand in your presence
Without the filter of redemption.
 
All the stars are but a shadow
In comparison to your brilliance
And your name alone is hallow,
With mercy in eternal abundance.

 
It is finished.
 
Your grace has eternal abundance
And your name alone is hallow;
In comparison to your brilliance
The stars are only a shadow.
 
Without the filter of redemption
I cannot stand in your presence,
But you ask me to be a reflection
Though blinded by your brilliance.
 

~

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The Classified Ad - Poetic Prose

The Classified Ad

Professor of Literature seeking a story with an Original plot; a unique piece in the form of a novel, novella, or short story – poetic prose is acceptable. Submissions containing Overcoming Evil, or Rags to Riches, or a Quest, or a Voyage and Return, or Comedy, or Tragedy, or Romance, or Rebirth will not be accepted and subsequently burned. Manuscripts must contain a title page with the name of the Original plot. Only include your name if confident the piece is indeed Original, otherwise you will face the same demise as your manuscript. Admission of inadequacy will be rewarded.

Abundance (a haiku) - POEM of the MONTH! part 4

 

(Begin with Part 1)

Inception (a haiku) - POEM of the the MONTH! part 3

 Part 4 "Abundance"

Repentance (a haiku) - POEM of the MONTH! part 2

 Part 3 "Inception"

Disintegration (a haiku) - POEM of the MONTH part 1

 

Part 2 "Repentance"

Water Under My Bridge - POEM of the MONTH!

Water Under My Bridge
 

When rainfall blends with tears
Thunder claps across brow’s ridge
And when lightning strikes my fears
You are the water under my bridge
 
When the innocence of youth is lost
And this small world is discouraged
Even if forgetting what grace cost
You are the water under my bridge
 
When the sweat and tears of vanity
Have overflowed into heavy baggage
And tossed into the stream of sanity
You are the water under my bridge
 
When hostiles deflate my aspirations
And abduct them like a hostage –
Left with nothing but condemnations
You are the water under my bridge

When rust eats away at my heart
Weathered, beaten and damaged
In seasons abiding or nights apart
You are the water under my bridge
 
When honor and virtue are lost
To dark, damp alleys of garbage
Even when forgetting what grace cost
You are the water under my bridge
 
And when the bridge collapses
With a worn map for my passage
Or the world’s end of all the ages
You are the water under my bridge

~

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