When Love is struck
Upon the hands of time,
Waiting with a purpose,
Chaos becomes rhyme.
When Passion is played,
Plucked like a lyre,
Patience finds merit,
Tears become fire.
When Love is promised
Before life takes breath,
Yearning has its answer,
United beyond death.
When Eternity spans
Like the Cosmos turning,
Love Without Ending,
Flames without burning.
When Union is true,
Two Souls share One Heart,
Endings are beginnings,
Never again to depart.
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Like the tide upon the whim of the Moon
I wait for Your coming,
Neither late, nor too soon.
You come to me in visions like the night,
Reassuring my heart
That all is Right.
Like the Serenade of the evening lark,
I wait upon You
Seeing Light, not dark.
You fill my Soul with Laughter, with Smiles,
Taking my Spirit
Where there exists no guile.
Like the Gentle touch of Your Beautiful hand,
I wait on Your love
Certain I Understand.
You are my Soul Mate, Destined for me,
Filling my Heart
With one Irrepressible plea,
For Love, For Joy, for Two Hearts Set Free
From the bonds of separation,
For Divine Unity.
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One heart unleashed
by all of this.
One life altered
Through all of this.
One heart waiting
You the only goal.
Beautiful Original Artwork by: Mark Spain
Alas, My Love, how Empty is
This bed without you.
How I strain to hear the
Soft and subtle rhythm of
Your Sweetest breath.
How I long to Feel the
Gentle Warmth of Your arms
How I yearn to lean close,
A soft and tender Kiss to bestow.
Alas, My Love, this bed lies empty,
You are not here, not yet,
And in reverence of its Lonely state
I do shun its comfort
To lie in distracted vigilance
Upon the floor
Beautiful Original Artwork by: Moonchild-Ljilja
Reviewed By Erin Nicole Cochran for Readers’ Favorite
Whispers In Verse by Cynthia A. Morgan is a collection of poetry that reads like a combination of poetic Shakespeare and a mysterious conjuration of a magician from the medieval era. The two blend into one unique writing style, which creates a sense of peace and serenity, as though a meditative mantra surrounds the person reading, except there are many words spoken instead of only a handful. One of my favorite poems is on page 101 and is called The Wondering Bystander. The last two lines, in particular, flood me with life, time, and memories tangled together: “Merging Past and Present to Kiss the forehead of The Wondering Bystander.”
Cynthia A. Morgan’s Whispers In Verse was like no other poetry book I have read. It pulls you into the story and out of the present entirely, drawing you into a place you haven’t seen or been before, another world of time where things slow down, and the rushing here and rushing there of life pauses. Whispers In Verse finds a way to tap into our circadian rhythm and creates a place we can be without reaching out to text, email, or field a call. Also accompanying the poems are tranquil and beautiful images of nature that help keep readers in peaceful respite from the rest of the busy world. The vibrant colors of nature and the sun bring a measure of warmth to readers as they flip the pages.
Persuasion by a simple smile,
You are all temptation and guile,
Entwining me in Your most intricate ruse,
Day and Night, You are My Muse.
Without a word You lead my heart,
Your Laughter makes the reverie start,
Then words pour forth, never ending,
Like Angels over my imagination bending.
You fill me with dreams; Yes, then desire,
Insatiable Longing, Equitable fire,
As words flood o’re, like a river cresting,
Rushing together, never resting.
Eyes of splendor, Adonis incarnate,
For You I will more willingly wait,
Then breathe my next, or wake with the day,
How can I ever, truly say,
How much You mean, How right You are,
Burning like an ethereal star.
Into my life, like a warm blush suffuse,
Forever and always, You are My Muse.
Beautiful photograph by: E Brusida Portrait at Deviantart
I met the most beautiful child today.
We shared only a moment,
But she stole my heart away.
The sight of her was all entrancing,
Her crown of curls; her giggles
Her tip-toe dancing.
She reached for me without a shred of hesitation.
The sparkling jewelry I wore
An irresistible invitation.
She smiled sweeter than a cherub above,
Her blue eyes sparkled,
and she cooed like a dove.
Time will turn and I’ll grow old,
Yet she will always be
This Beautiful child in my Memory.
Shackle me in this Prison of my making,
Torn and Tempted, almost breaking.
Lavishing in the dark pools of the Lost,
Drinking in Delirium
No matter the cost.
Poison from the depths of my Soul,
Frenzy and Ecstasy the only goal.
Lush Timelessness into which I am sinking,
Bowing before idols
Gasping on the Periphery,
Reaching for Contagion I cannot see
Yet You are there, Calling my name
For the End of the Game.
Photograph found on Pinterest
Where there is an Abundance of words
There is an Abundance of Love.
And where there is an Abundance of Love
There exists Endless Possibility.
Where there is a Profusion of Joy
There is a Profusion of Love.
And where there is Profusion of Love
Impossible becomes Reality.
Where there is a Single Grain of Faith
There Abides Excesses of Love.
And where exists Excesses of Love
Union fashions Tranquility.
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The priests of Vatu are locked in an endless cycle of life, death, and rebirth. Their constant reincarnations are defined by service to the dark spirit, hatred for each other, and ruling the world of eternal night in which they live, broken only by a single day each year when Vatu releases the Sun. They have suffered and enjoyed this existence for millennia, for an eternity… until now.
In the Tower of the Sun at the centre of the world, the reborn Utas returns to fulfill his destiny to become High Priest. He has scarcely completed his education, however, when a shocking secret of his resurrection emerges. Now questioning everything he knows, he takes a path never before followed in his long existence. Yet darkness and pain still shadow everything he does, and all his attempts at freedom seem only to lead back to Vatu.
Can Utas ever escape hatred and death, or will darkness forever rule his heart as it does the shadowed land?
My 5-Star Review
Darkness seeks like a questing marauder through the pages of this complex second installment of this unique trilogy. The story and its unforgettable characters is filled with lust, hatred and memory. Memory of past lives and new beginnings. Memory that drives our main character, Utas, to change everything he’s done before in his many past lives in order to escape.
Escape the Darkness. The Dark Lord, Vatu, but escape may or may not be possible. As Utas transforms himself, the realm into which he has been reborn is also transformed; yet some things are as immutable as the Darkness itself. The priests of Vatu, for example, are beyond change. They exist to consume darkness and dispel whatever flickers of light Utas attempts to ignite. They take twisted pleasure in betrayal and domination…and in this way they were a stark parallel of our own darkness.
This complex series comes to life through elaborate characterizations and timeless themes. It whisks readers away into the unfamiliar, then surrounds them with masterfully woven tangles of well-known concepts and mythological reinventions. Like it’s predecessor, CrowMan, the story is carried by dialog, but there are still times when I had to pause in wonder (and sometimes in revulsion!) Lush whispers of ethereal landscapes tease the reader into tranquility while hint of the grotesque taint the placid waters. Meals of warm milk and blood, for example, which our main character seems to relish, sent shivers down my spine!
Labyrinthine, magical, and engrossing, Dave Rae has once again filled each page with mesmerizing imagery, elegant beauty and chilling corruptions. If you long to lose yourself in a truly spell-binding read, look no further. The Sun Thief trilogy delivers!
Author David Rae lives in the West of Scotland. He lives in a world of his own; a world of wonder, a world where hoards of workers spill out of factories, a world were fog and smoke shroud all kinds of creatures, a world where ruined castles, factories and houses were haunted by ghosts, gangs and memories. He lives in world where witches have been burned at the cross and martyrs have been hung on the Gallowgreen. He writes poetry and short stories and reads every trashy novel, every children’s book and every comic that comes his way.
I hope you’re intrigued and will take a moment to look David up:
Connect with David on Twitter: @DRDVDRAE
Here I stand in the rain falling down on my head,
A Shower of dilemmas, a tempest of dread.
Soaking and cold, imbued with the night,
But not alone in the dark, for You are my Light.
You, O Lord, are my sweetest Treasure,
You are the Love I always remember.
You speak in soft whispers like Fair, Honeyed rain,
Tenderly washing away all my pain.
You are the Thunderstorm deep in the night
That cleanses the Earth and makes Everything right.
You are the Author and Creator of Dreams,
Making the Impossible, Possible, in spite of What seems
Like just rain falling falling, down down on my head;
Not the inexorable dilemma, but the Solution instead.
Photograph found on Pinterest.
Your Inspiration Pours over me
When darkness and shadows abide,
Then I hear Your voice, Sweet and Clear,
And my fear has no place to hide.
Your Inspiration Renews me
When my mind is empty and dry,
Then I see Your vision, True and Bright,
And I don’t need to ask why.
Your Inspiration Sings o’er me
When I need to be Restored,
Then my Faith finds new Strength
And I am Thankful I Endured.
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Whispers in Verse is a collection of Subtle, Gentle Poems that Encompass the Beauty of a Quiet Hush; the Serenity of Lush Calm; and the Tranquility of Stillness that Transcends place and time.
It is a Journey into the Heart to Discover what Stirs the Spirit and a Vision of the Memories we have unintentionally forgotten.
Immerse yourself in Lyrical, Exquisite Poetry and Remember the Magic of Breath, Pulse, Earth and Sky!
Amethyst Worldlet –
(For my niece Laura who prompted me to write a poem about Pluto)
There is an Amethyst Worldlet,
in the Vast Reaches of Space.
Far Far from the Sun,
Yet always Seeking her Face.
Circling lazily, he wanders, Repeating,
Endlessly drifting, gliding, Retreating.
Alone in the Cosmos to Ceaselessly Roam,
Mysterious, Shadowy, Amethyst Home.
Unseen, Unrivaled, Unquested, Unplumbed,
Icy and Bitter, permanently Shunned.
Yet in the deep Shades of Indigo Imagination
Pluto awaits, Dreaming of Inhabitation.
Crystalline Domes that Bridge Frozen Seas,
Terra-formed Gardens, Cloning Bees.
Dew Drops that Glisten, Rain of Snow,
Flowers that Jingle Just for Show.
Living on Pluto, where Amethyst day is night,
Ethereal Dreamer, My Little Plutonite.
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