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Death girdled

The innards of my soul

Tears pierced, fury bridled

Youth’s fool, hearts’ toll

 

The innards of my soul

Hope floundered, Grace grasped

Youth’s fool, hearts’ toll

Above your door, there is a task

 

Hope floundered, Grace grasped

Faded blue, trimmed yellow

Above your door, there is a task

Blood boiling as Othello

 

Faded blue, trimmed yellow

The artists’ hand must speak the heart

Blood boiling as Othello

Nature’s beauty will never part

 

The artists’ hand must speak the heart

Brilliant orange with streams of yellow, as chiffon

Nature’s beauty will never part

Beneath the horizon, a song of frisson

 

Brilliant orange with streams of yellow, as chiffon

Orbed fashions of beet juice red

Beneath the horizon, a song of frisson

A root grounded, wings spread

 

Orbed fashions of beet juice red

Merlot grapes upon the fringes

A root grounded, wings spread

A velvet cloak from within

 

Merlot grapes upon the fringes

Circular patterns are no more

A velvet cloak from within

Four letters over the door

 

Circular patterns are no more

One less, love lost

Four letters over the door

Wrongs placed upon the cross

 

One less, love lost

Isis, miracle of life

Wrongs placed upon the cross

To live in peace, not in strife

 

Isis, miracle of life

City scenes within her name

To live in peace, not in strife

Only one remains unstained

 

City scenes within her name

London, Paris, Venice, all tainted

Only one remains unstained

New Jerusalem holy, sainted

 

London, Paris, Venice, all tainted

Tears pierced, fury bridled

New Jerusalem holy, sainted

Death girdled

Kimberley Formosa © 2012

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Upon your last exhalation I hovered

over your empty beautiful vessel

while the warmth of your spirit cloaked me as a

heavy woolen blanket. Our last

communication of love will remain in

existence within the very fibers

that constitute this being of whom you have

invested so many of your

days here upon this dusty soil. Our last

earthly consumption, to drink of your love,

your grace, your prayers. A spirit which has reached the

heavens on high yet continues

to linger within my soul. I aspire, hope

to walk that path destined eternally

Kimberley Formosa © 2012

Pellucid Peace by Dorothy Bruce

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Early

this morning

the song of a bird

of which was unfamiliar

to me

greeted me as I was

awakening

Art Print by Gayle Montayo

drawing me close

to the window

I could not

see the One

who was singing

so beautifully

for the leaves of green

upon the trees

are so lush

and bounteous

this time of year

He is near me

I cannot see Him

But I can hear Him

call me to Him

Kimberley Formosa © 2011

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Hope

Cares not

If his load to bear

Is heavier than yours

He will continue on

Hope

does not mind

if you have no desire

to hold his hand

He will be there

For you

Always at your side

Just in case

 And if you must

Discard him

Today

You will find

His tears

Having fallen

So delicately

Upon all which has been

Blanketed by darkness

 For he knows what belongs

To each new day

And whatsoever direction

You choose

For your life

He will be there

For you

Lies hope in the

Everlasting truth

Kimberley Formosa © 2011

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Standing here

In this puddle of mud

It’s not that I want to be standing here in this mud puddle.

This is where I am.

Standing in a puddle.

But look over there.

 

 

A beautiful little flower.

That is where I will let my eyes rest.

my eyes

my soul

my dreams

Will look upon the flower.

Where I am does not define what I see.

Kimberley Formosa © 2011

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My Angel

 Blue eyes

and hazel

A legacy of love born

From out of youth’s devotion

 Parted ways cause

Lonely days

Sharing now

the

Lingering beauty of the heavens

the

Longing hope of our dreams

and the

Splendid memories of our first

Starry night

 The beauty of two intertwined

In my mind

and

Forever in heaven

 My Angel 

 

Heaven Can Wait

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kimberley Formosa © 2011

 

 

 

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Dedicated to Lacey.

A chocolate morsel of a moral.

A sign of character

Inner Strength

Fortitude

Heart

Spirit

 

Is so often viewed during times of success

Climbing the Ladder

Acceptance

The Winner Takes All

Victory

Scholarship

Promotion

Gold Medal

 

Yet it is in my

Trials of enduring the unknown, fear, pain

Attempts to better myself and the lives I encounter

Choice to bring beauty, hope, peace into my world

Devotion to remain true to my God and those I love

Conscious decision that ultimately

reflects my attitude toward either

promoting the positive or the adverse

in any given moment

 

My character should not be measured by my success

but by the path I walk.

 

Which brings me now to the title of this poem,

that obviously took me to a place I knew not of

when I first contemplated the idea of

 

Chocolate Mousse

 

I know of a young girl

of who shall I say

has had a burden to bear

for the last eight months

of her teenage life.

She has been

Accused of portraying her injury by both adults and her peers.

These accusations have been made publicly.

          Privately whispered in her ear.

                   Rumored from one to another.

In front of her.                                      Behind her back.

All of these accusations were committed and endured

repeatedly for quite a long time.

To be followed by a few apologies. Not many, not all, only a few.

Finally, after all of the accusations quiet, or so we may assume since we have heard of none recently, her physical symptoms escalate. She is faced with the reality and possibility of two debilitating and fearful diseases. What does this young girl do at the end of the day?

She does something beautiful.

She makes Chocolate Mousse.

Not the instant kind. Oh no.

The egg yolk

Whipping heavy cream

Melting lovely chocolate

Blending it all together

Until a heavenly loveliness

Is rendered by her

Caring and thoughtful ways.

And then she shares.

At the end of her day

She focuses on hope

Living her life to prove it.

Where do you find yourself when most everyone you respect turns their back on you? She had to advocate for herself in many situations where adults were in complete defiance, not only to their chosen profession, but to an ailing child. Those that had the power to help her rallied together and claimed they had “no obligation” to help her. They had “no obligation” to care for her needs unless it was included on a signed legal agreement. Really, I am telling you the truth. They had “no obligation.” Bear with me here as I write it one more time to coincide with how many times they communicated it verbally and written about an injured child. “We have no obligation…”

From out of pain, beauty.

 

Are you strong enough to remain beautiful when your health, your livelihood and even your life are in jeopardy of never being who you were before tragedy strikes? Can you even endure the thought that your tomorrow may never be? Can you lay your head down to slumber knowing that you chose not to be obligated to another human being when it was indeed in your power to initiate change?

Will you make Chocolate Mousse

Bake cookies or bread

Smile in the mirror

Pick a flower

Call an old friend

Be kind to yourself

Or another

Or maybe a stranger

Would you rather be greeted by dreams of peace

because you have thus spent your day?

Giving has such a remarkable way of lingering

Within the very heart that chose to give.

Kimberley Formosa © 2011

http://markconner.typepad.com/ A Picture of HOPE January 23, 2011

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