#RomanticTuesday – Then, Now, Ever! – #Love #Poetry

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Then Now Ever

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Beguiling Enchantment Singing deep in my Soul

Like a Heartbeat from the Lost Places,

Forgotten by All that I consciously Remember,

Yet Ever Present,

Giving Cause to such Passion that Stirs within,

Romancing my Heart,

Tempting my Flesh,

Desire and Daydreams

Spun Upon the gossamer Threads of Time.

Reach Then Beyond this broken portal,

Beckon to me from Afar,

While I stand Entranced by the Mercurial Sound,

Waiting,

Ever Waiting,

Until that Fair and Bright Shimmering Moment

When Time folds back upon itself

To Touch with the most Tender Caress

That which has Already Been,

That which Shall Be Again.

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Thou Art My Beloved,

Then,

Now,

Ever!

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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Photography Found on johnshephard.com. Thank You!

Hilltop – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Hilltop

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Sing Sweet in Darkness

Love Pouring from your Soul

Light from the Hilltop

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To take part in the Daily Haiku Challenge see The Original Post from Day One

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Day 146 / 365

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Beautiful Original artwork found at: digital-art-gallery.com

#RomanticTuesday – Ransom -#Love #Poetry

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Sweetest Gaze that ever Graced Fair Cerulean,
If Tempests would in Broader Might be stirred,
Such Might should Sweep and Lash this Fragile shore;
Yet, under the Allure of that Imposing Visage,
Which makes my Every Breath to Sigh and
My Beating Heart to Shiver,
The Mighty storm of that Fair Gaze,
Like Beauty far too Great to be Perceived,
Gives each Moment and each Breath,
Lingering here in a Ransomed, petty Hour,
Diligence and Purpose to Withstand
That bitter misery of Shallow Time
Until our Twain Gazes Meet.

Then, Beneath the Brazen Fire of that Gilded Sky,
Where Apollo in Calamitous Vestige Holds Sway,
Shall Light seem feeble and Golden Fire,
Which else should set the sill of Earth Aflame,
Appear Meager, impoverished sparks by Honest Comparison.

Thus, as Day Beguiles Night
And Night the Day,
As Stars in Heaven Trace their Courses,
And those Courses Lure Each Star;
As the waves of the Vast Ocean Caress the Shore,
And the Shore, beneath such Sensuous Touch does Sigh,
I stand in the Pitch of darkest night,
Awaiting the Bright Spectacle of His Gaze,
That Sweet Cerulean which broods in Tempests
And does, in Potent Splendor,
Hold my every Breath
as Ransom.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest. Credit acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You!

Mirth – #DailyHaikuChallenge – #Inspirational #Poetry

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Smile in Delight

As Life Reinvigorates

With Sweet Joyful Mirth

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To take part in the Daily Haiku Challenge see The Original Post from Day One

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Day 145 / 365

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Beautiful photograph found on Google. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer.  Thank You~

Matins – #Poetry of #Spirituality

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Whispers in the mists of morn

Sing Lilting Praise

Upon the wind are bourn

Rapturous glimmers of refracting gold

Sparrows caroling

Ancient Memories foretold

As the Morning Matins Echo

And roll

Mighty Majesty and Tender Mercy

Jubilantly to Extoll

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer.  Thank You~

Serpentine by Richard M. Ankers

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Flicker behind the eye Abrasion, scale on cornea I feel you Gritted desert beckons Sirocco breeze hissing I hear you Fingertips pressed together Dry, not slimy with sweat I touch you Audible, visible, tactual The serpent I seek Is me

via Serpentine — Richard M. Ankers

 

Exceptional Poetry by an Exceptional Poet 🙂

Speak Beyond – #Meditative #Poetry

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Speak Beyond

Speak beyond the Borders of Time;

Beyond Mystery,

Uncertainty,

Beyond Rhapsody and Rhyme,

Into the Morning of Conscious Thought;

Into my Spirit like a Butterfly Caught.

Sing in Sweet Harmony Through all my Turmoil,

While the Tides of my ocean ebb and roil;

Whisper soft into the Heart of me,

Gently,

Endlessly,

Until I Hear, Until I See.

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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest.  Credit Gratefully acknowledged to the original photographer.  Thank You~

Glamorous – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Daffodils Blooming

Bright sunshine sways in the wind

Glamorous Smile

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To take part in the Daily Haiku Challenge see The Original Post from Day One

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Day 147 / 365

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Beautiful photograph found on Google. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer.  Thank You~

Poem: “Flower Heart” (#guestblogger)

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Snap the stem
of a flower,
and tie it ‘round
your heart;
in the garden
of memory,
flowers
grow
abound

A. R. Frederiksen is a recurring guest blogger here at BnV, and her own writing blog can be found here, where she dabbles in flashfiction/poetry and reflects over the ABCs of writing.

Reminders – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Blessings of colour

Sparkle and Smile in Joy

Reminders to Life

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To take part in the Daily Haiku Challenge see The Original Post from Day One

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Day 146 / 365

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No one lives outside the grace of God.

 

Would it surprise you to learn that one of the New Testament’s most prolific authors was the very same man that tried to destroy the newly formed church?  The apostle Paul is another example of how no one lives outside the grace of God, no one.  Not the person you don’t like at work, the obnoxious parent at their child’s sporting event, not you, not me, no one.

Paul writes to the Romans about the destructive nature of sin, but that there is no condemnation for those who belong to Christ.  The power of sin is so destructive that God himself had to die to overcome it.  Paul wrote, “For the power of the life-giving Spirit has freed you through Christ Jesus from the power of sin that leads to death.”

Christ conquered sin and death.  No one lives outside of his grace.  No one.

 

Pastor Shawn LaRue

 

WordPress Snafu #5798764167976456sa3467987sdf GRRRRRRRR

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Has anyone else noticed that WordPress is not allowing comments today?  All the posts I am seeing in my Reader have comments closed….and so do mine, although I stopped doing that over a week ago.

So for all of you that I have visited and LIKED only today, this is why.

Sigh………I know…. you cant reply……

 

~Morgan.

#FridayFeyDay – The Crossing – #EpicFantasy #Teaser

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Today’s Friday FeyDay spotlight is a scene from Dark Fey:  Standing in Shadows where the Liberators (of Childfey) are preparing to cross into the dark realm of the Uunglarda. In this particular scene the Fey Guard Bryth takes his first steps into a portal, and as a result, a new realm.  This scene takes its time to describe what crossing actually feels like.

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Bryth waited for several hesitant moments, unsure how long it might take to cross and unwilling to make the attempt too soon and endanger his friend, but when Ilys spoke in a hushed tone that he could go, he stepped forward, pulled his wings close as he had seen Gairynzvl do and drew a deep breath.  Glancing behind him at Mardan only briefly with an expression that clearly betrayed his enthusiasm regardless of the inherent risk involved, he stepped forward into the undulating mirror.

Instantly a bizarre sensation washed over him that he could not control, a feeling like being slowly immersed into ice cold honey.  The thick, heavy sensation enveloped him and drew him deeper within, pulling him while, at the same time, adhering to him in a suffocating embrace.  Recalling the Fierce One’s instructions to keep moving, Bryth stepped again into nothingness and felt as if he was falling, although the stifling murk surrounding him beguiled his vision so that he could no longer ascertain any direction. As the sucking, slurking darkness drew him deeper into its swirling center, for one terrifying moment, he lost awareness of his own body.  Feeling as if he floated in the sodden darkness, it took all his concentration to take another step forward; however, when he did, he could hear the scrunch of gravel beneath his boots.  Astonished by the sound emanating from out of the deafening silence of the void, he looked downward, unable to see; nevertheless, the unmistakable sensation of solid ground beneath his feet recollected his senses from the terrifyingly vacant euphoria into which they were sliding.  The ability to step forward an additional time came easier with this reorientation and as he did the empty blackness seemed to release him as he slipped through it into a shadow-filled, sulfurous atmosphere.

Looking round him with immeasurable curiosity, Bryth located Gairynzvl standing a few feet away, gesturing to him to step forward again, away from the crossing-point, and with the first step the blank silence that had enshrouded him fell away.  In the distance he could hear the incoherent muffled noises of countless souls in torment, wailing in distress or howling in pain; insidious laughter twisted in the dingy dimness mingling with angry voices shouting in vulgar Dlalth.  Moving closer to Gairynzvl with a grimace of disgust, Bryth’s first query was not about the crossing or the odd sensations he experience while inside the vortex, but very bluntly inquired what the source of the horrid smell was that assaulted them.  Shaking his head with a wry smile, Gairynzvl responded with an ironic chuckle.

“Welcome to the Uunglarda.”.

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Discover more about the Dark Fey Trilogy at its website

All Things Dark Fey 

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~Morgan~

 

Life Pirouettes – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Dancing on the wing

Life Pirouettes into Life

Treasure Blossoming

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To take part in the Daily Haiku Challenge see The Original Post from Day One

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Day 145 / 365

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Beautiful photograph found on Google. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer.  Thank You~

#FridayFeyDay – The Opening – #EpicFantasy #Teaser

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Today’s Friday FeyDay spotlight is a scene from Dark Fey:  Standing in Shadows where the Liberators (of Childfey) are preparing to cross into the dark realm of the Uunglarda. In this particular scene Gairynzvl utilizes his gift of magic to open a portal in a tall, free-standing mirror through which they will cross and we learn what an opening portal sounds and looks like.  Later today we will discover how it feels to actually cross through a portal! I hope you will enjoy these teasers…

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As dimness enveloped them, several of the friends drew unsteady breaths and Ayla could not help pressing close to Nayina with an instinctual dread of the darkness.  In front of them in line, Ilys stifled a hiss of frustration at this evidence of her fear and turned to face the portal, watching with keen interest, her eyes better suited to the murkiness around them, as Gairynzvl stepped closer to the portal and raised one hand before him, wielding a magic she did not possess.

“Hchrynoch drall enpach thrynnovich.”  His use of fluent Dlalth spawned more than a few shivers, as the guttural, defiled language was feared by the Fey of the Light even more greatly than darkness itself, but their trepidation quickly dissipated into curiosity when the mirror made a sound they never anticipated.  Creaking like ice shifting on the shoulders of a frozen river, the dark glass of the mirror visibly warped in response to his words.

“Hchrynoch drynnovl enpackich thrynnul.”  Gairynzvl continued, altering the dark incantation he used in order to open the portal even further.  Behind him, Mardan could not combat the shudder of revulsion that serrated through him, although he could not be sure whether this was in response to the gruesome language he was hearing or if it was an effect of opening the portal.  Groaning more loudly in opposition to the spell being spoken, the mirror seemed to shift upon the floor, as if twisting on its base in an attempt to escape the abhorrent invocation while the ripples on its dark surface became more evident.  Raising his other hand, Gairynzvl directed even more energy at the portal, increasing the intensity of his tone as he spoke a third time.

“Hchrynochthalinan drynnovl chi ennovat!”  The mirror resounded with a thunderous sound, like that of rock splitting from the face of a cliff and shattering downward in a shower of debris, although not a single shard of glass broke from its face.  Nevertheless, where there once had been a reflective plane, smooth and polished, a wavering surface like that of water slowly rose and fell before them.  Turning to gaze back at those waiting upon his actions, he gazed at them with an intense expression of determination.

“The portal is open.”……

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Discover more about the Dark Fey Trilogy at its website

All Things Dark Fey 

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~Morgan~