I dry to see
your veiled face;
that face creative
brushes cannot color
what fashion such
glory designed!
Who, glorious God
did your sweet face
designed?
Who made your
lengthy immortality
rush perpetual immaculately
into eternity?
Who lavished your
regalia heavenly golden
with such dumbfound?
Can God be measured?
Or, mortal trim him with
rule the heights of
his mountain-ed throne?
What measures
ease the white-headed
designer the size
he spins his regalia?
Which Angel announce
his mystery person?
Then, will dust in dust,
ash in ash, and vanity
beneath earth’s canopy
full the book from
his face?
Oh! Glorious God,
your feet I long to
kiss, your sparks
touch the dug- part
of my soul; touch
my deep, until my
soul and love
bend towards full you!
JUDGEMENT MORNING.
Judge:
welcome the pause
all life melt to face, here’s
where long days
pause, and eternal times
come to halt key; you have
submitted to the day that
cannot conceal you.
Student:
so man be
born,and crawled to
stand, stood to
die?
Judge:
everyman under
God’s sun is
the student of time,
you score fair, or,
score failed.
The blind, poor of this
world, lame,orphaned
out of care and those…
are your exam papers;
fill them now you may,
and script your life.
Student:
night haste, something is
not fine with uncared
tomorrow, and sun goldens,
midnight should not
dream the nightmare
I should not dream, must
haste to right what is left….


Hmmn
Thanks Kaycee.
nice
Thanks Shai.
Cool,but the first poem…The first line…’I dry…’ I thought of ‘I try…’
Well done.
Thanks.
Dike this is great. The spaces between the lines/ stanzas should be reduced. I quarreled with the descriptive mode of His immortality as the attribute as pertains to Him (God) is immeasurable. You succinctly agree with my opinion by your subsequent interrogation, “who can measure….”
Congrats on your profile and more grease of the Muse to your mind.
Thanks Ostar…more grease to you too!
Its alrite, but I’ve read better ones from you.
LOL thanks Teewah.