The sun's ventures to scorch the blossoms fail.
Goddesses Maia and Lakshmi sail.
Pre-monsoon drizzles cool the environs.
Optimism spreads wings, hushing storm's sirens.
Human forms are moulded to merriment
With the leaven of truth, good deeds ferment.
Clear conscience cascades from the divine source.
As a gentle breeze, love becomes life force.
For the tillers of land, it's a fair season.
In creating this, God has his reason.
As graces reach the zenith of goodness
May the Divine lead all towards fullness!
Haiku in English a strict 5/7/5
the most difficult to contrive
Tanka adds a couplet 7/7
show then tell the poetic leaven
We move through the night,
though the streets seem empty,
we look left and right,
electric vehicles are stealthy.
As we exercise stepwise, sunrise happens.
and black night fades its cover.
Like phoresy, painted, pieces of heaven,
the day opens with primary colors—
reds that delight, oranges that tease
and peacocking yellows that leaven.
As the counterfeit rainbow enchants and rouses,
streetlights waver and douse,
lights flicker on in houses,
and the earth blossoms active in borrowed hues.
Morning twinkles with its particular, angular light,
as we enter the still still lobby.
They’ve already set out the coffee!
With a sip, I feel the morning's started out right.
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Songs for this:
Day Tripper by MonaLisa Twins
Our Day Will Come by Amy Winehouse
The strongest flour
The oil, the yeast
Combined in love
Before the feast
Salt
From Celtic shores afar
With waters warmed
The ideal spar
For microbes'
Fertive final frenzy
The rising feeds
Much foodstuff envy
More patience
As to final hours
The mixture blooms
While hope devours
The prospect of
Eternal life
Once oven baked
With heat and strife
To crusty beauty
Rich and soft
The father proud
To hold aloft
Before
Serrated sacrifice
To eager lips
From buttered knife
A gift from God
This golden leaven
Food for the soul
A slice of heaven
Harpsichord in heaven?
Cubic or spherical?
Bread, O baker? Leaven.
Just flicker as you fall...
Dancing lights apace in space?
Watch them in her face.
Ghost, vanish without a trace!
Gold, case, carapace!
Desert floor in winter?
No more than one inch, snow.
Shredder, got a splinter?
Tormented, O my foe.
Panels, dance about the night!
Sparks in porcelain!
Falcon, gather wind in flight!
How we'll meet again...
Yellow eyed priest, bid the feast!
Shepherd, are ye fleeced?
Squire, page, are the wheels a-greased?
Only if they're pieced.
Connect, O my fibers!
Build high the city walls!
If they're born to jibe, sirs;
They're bound for taking falls.
Tyrant of the borderland?
Show them how we stand!
Crush them in thy hardest hand!
Order countermand!
Silence in the place of whole?
Remotely control.
Ye gods, what is mortal soul?
Golden light a-bowl.
Someone has said that every generation
Has its golden lipstick era
Philippines is not like that
It's always beautiful and stunning
A special beauty for all ages
Glittering golden beaches
Somewhere in every island corner
Of thousands islets in the Philippines
More so its unique lineage genealogy
From the primitives to the occupants
Conglomerating all races into one
Making the brown race formidable
A diasphora race around the globe
Sharing joy, talents and services
The culture, the food, the hospitality
Affecting the leaven bread of the world
I invite the people of the world to visit us
What the Philippines can offer to all races
Come, borrow the wind to fly
To the magical land that shines
As white as the pearl of the orient seas.
Persephone, as sorrow and as grief,
The world and all its tales are told in brief.
The mirth of all the ages comes to this:
A sunlit sorrow and a broken bliss.
The laws of sorrow rule the lives of men!
And we are different words within that line,
That may, together, solve its mysteries when
Arranged within a harmony divine.
And therefore, sorrow’s children are we all,
And we, like tears, together stay or fall.
Beyond our reach are we, what e’er we clutch.
We are not who we are, but who we touch.
There is no realm where sorrow doth not go!
Nor shall it be a stranger to thy soul.
So make it thy companion, not thy foe.
With sorrow and compassion, both be full.
Then wear thy grief, but wear thy grace as well,
And walk no more the Plains of Asphodel.
Leaven lands thou left, light love, light ladies!
Persephone, thy spring is not for Hades.
Happenstance? No, not never.
No. I beg to differ.
It was not coinsedence.
It was divine providence.
Our encounter was born in heaven.
Like bread infused with leaven,
We quickly formed a bond,
And two became one.
Good or bad weather,
We are together forever
May but death alone part us
When we but turn to dust.
Be contented
What God has give
Never complain.
Happy enough
What do you have
Share to others.
Love your freedom
Don't abuse it
No one get hurt.
Affect others
With your goodness
Like leaven bread.
Nothing is happier than knowing our existence
We are born with a purpose
Life isn't here for nothing
Life is shared like a leaven bread.
Nothing is happier than knowing the right person
Knowing is like swimming the ocean floor
Excavating the ground for ore
Connecting someone for happiness.
Nothing is happier than knowing yourself
Knowing is like looking glass self
Showcasing skills and talents to all
Knowing to love and to be loved.
Nothing is more happier than knowing God
Acknowledging that everything we have are all His
We came from dust and dust we go back
All life, beauty and affluence all because of Him.
Fiery sun's endeavors to scorch the buds and blossoms fail
As pre-monsoon drizzles cool and caress the environs
Maia and Laxmi, goddesses of spring, slowly sail
Optimism and adventure spread wings, shushing storm's sirens.
My human form moulded to be born in May merriment
My conscience and consciousness cascade from the divine source.
With the leaven of truth, each word and deed of mine ferment
As the breeze gives breath to this month, love becomes my life force.
Adele, Will Arnett, Megan Fox, and Lenny the Kravitz
How sweet, Rabindranath Tagore too, bloomed in this season!
The labourers, who still are suffering for their birthrights
If He's made me a Mayborn, doesn't God have his reason?
As graces of fruitfulness reach the zenith of goodness
May the almighty, day by day, lead me towards fullness!
He was not hungry, but, he knew the hunger of each soul.
He knew, many were physically and mentally ill.
The liberation of each soul from their bonds was his goal.
In him, the poor and the downtrodden felt an unknown thrill.
Caste, colour, and creed differences couldn't touch his shadow.
The leaven of the Pharisees couldn't enliven him.
Dining with the socially rejected was not just a show.
He harmoniously relinked the earth's broken rhythm.
The lowly found in him father, mother, brother, and friend
At his touch, Levi felt his sins were being washed away.
The censures of the scribes, as sewage streams, had no end.
Could they, yet, keep him away from his compassionate way?
Those who could not cure diseases, kindled them for the poor.
It's in Jesus, for their illnesses, the poor found their cure.
My wife and I have scrubbed and searched
every crumb of leaven unearthed
No one will come and check our work
We’re on our honor, nothing lurks
No piece of candy in remote drawer
that would spoil the result we’re aiming for
For the leaven -- risen from the yeast in dough
represents arrogance: Ancient Egypt’s Pharaoh
The ‘grand-cestor’ of today’s Hamas scorpios
who will not let my People go
Mana
David J Walker
As we too
Fail to
Live forever
On this earth
And seek
Safe Harbor
Of new birth
A penance paid
For what
It’s worth
Regrets displayed
Abstained in dearth
A body made of leaven
Sends Mana
Down from heaven
A road begun, so distant.
A masterpiece, insistent.
Divided rolls at parting,
provided each a farthing
with usury demanding.
Each master understanding
not but through a darkened glass.
Wayward paths, they were both leading.
The messenger lay bleeding
in darkness, cold and shivering
til light broke forth delivering.
Crystal shards now his to gather,
remains of what was shattered,
at long last to be arranged.
Setting forth, but then quick falling.
Ill regard toward the calling.
Dreams bright light fell into dim,
and the mass of Hell crept in,
as the words spoke once in warning
cloak the messenger in mourning,
while eternity peers down.
Burning coal, a gift from heaven,
once bestowed becomes a leaven,
as a single grain begun,
sprouting forth toward the sun.
Calling out, the pathway paving,
lifts the messenger and saving
as the poems penned long ago…
come forth.
TBC
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