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Tag Archives: faith
Rise
Infinite potential is a glimmer and a wink, a nod from the moon to the tides, where you agree to go under a spell, and sing yourself to rise, in the poached dark.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged faith, hope fueled fancy, moon, poem, singing in the dark, tides
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Rising
Dreams, undeferred, coupled with Hope, that thing unfettered, to keep us company and warm our solitude, as we stumble bravely through a long night’s journey into the bated gospel of days rising to claim us.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged dreams, faith, hope, John Biscello, juneteenth, love, poem, Poetry, transformation, we the people, what dreams may come
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Peerless
Fasting on remedial prayers, hunger flinting the strike of peerless light at tunnel’s end.
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Tagged faith, grace, hunger, John Biscello, Light, love, peerless, poem, prayer, spirit, tunnel
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Neverland Exposed
Peter Pan’s Jesus complex turns flights of fancy into guilty pleasures, sacred geometry into zero accountability, stillborn freezes into high, happy fevers, starling charms into martyred alibis, deeply felt distances into shallow runs of intimacy, and yet beneath all the … Continue reading
Ashes to Ashes
Out of the ash-heap, she imagined something new would emerge, but when the wind blew and scattered the ashes to reveal nothing but scorch-marks upon scarred earth, she understood, with a great sense of loss, that form followed function only … Continue reading
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Tagged ashes, dust, faith, John Biscello, life, phoenix, poem, Poetry, rebirth, spirit, wind, woman
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Savor
I was young, fevered and full of hope. My heart, green in its country, desired to push lightning through blooms, to cherish brightly in a thousand different directions at once. It was and always has been about rounding dreams from … Continue reading
Dive
Writer’s deep sea task, how to breathe underwater– Air of faith, no mask.
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Tagged air, dive, faith, haiku, John Biscello, literary life, ocean, poem, Poetry, scuba dive, sea, writer
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Perish
Man’s crisis of faith, bailing, fiercely, flames and dearth– How to birth perish.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged abstract, Artwork, crisis, faith, fire, flames, haiku, John Biscello, Mark Rothko, painting, poem, Poetry, red, Yellow, yellow alert, yellow and red
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Orphans
In all the children’s mouths, so many screamless nights amounting to timelocked dreams, adopting a feverish hue and deep freeze all at once, the birth of orphans who wander in fugues, haunting their own lives, seeking blessed reunion with who … Continue reading
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Tagged cave, cave-ins, creativity, dreams, exiles, faith, John Biscello, love, mercy, orphans, pain, poem, Poetry, rebirth, screamless, transcendence
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Supple
By exacting standards, I have held myself aloft, bated, the invocation to surrender, in bald tatters, now tags me to move, in rapport with grace, into suppler imaginings.
John Biscello 