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Tag Archives: grace
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The lushest red rose, a fragile torch passed, to grace whatever comes next.
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Tagged Beauty, flower, grace, haiku, John Biscello, lush, Poetry, red rose, rose, spirit, torch
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Cubist Pin-Up
Psychically dismembered since birth, Grace walked her palms to her feet, and prayed that everything lost, in between, would return ritually transfigured.
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Tagged Artwork, cubist, grace, John Biscello, pin-up, poem, Poetry, prayer, rebirth, ritual
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Song for the Meek
It has finally come, bearing a fount of bruised petals, blood-pink and white and reigning silvered silence, the year the meek inherit the earth, the plight of sensuous souls flown within to claim tenderest grace on loan from God’s rimless … Continue reading
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Tagged God, grace, John Biscello, meek, Poetry, rebirth, renaissance, romantic, romanticism, sensual, silence, spirit, words
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Wellspring
Through the grace of repetition, the writing life grounded in the slow, wistful measures of wellspring’s fortune.
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Tagged art, dream, expression, fortune, grace, John Biscello, love, passion, poem, Poetry, writing, writing life
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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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Yes
The tenderest means to a true center is through loss accepted gracefully and yes praised.
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Tagged acceptance, center, grace, John Biscello, loss, love, poem, Poetry, praise, spirit, yes
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Sacrifice
It is strange, and indelibly touching, how a sacrifice to the winter gods and summertime sadness co-exist as one and the same thing.
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Tagged fall, grace, John Biscello, Lana Del Rey, music, poem, Poetry, rebirth, sacrifice, summertime, summertime sadness, Video, Winter
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Yoko Ono
Woman, vimming grace, there is no need to explain– Your fire, your fate.
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Tagged beatles, fate, fire, grace, haiku, John Biscello, musician, performance artist, poem, Poetry, yoko ono
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Awe
To walk in fields of blue lightning, to see with a child’s snow-driven eyes, is to receive awe and grace; the tasseled forks of God’s split tongues and blonde fuzzies coercing you to savor.
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.
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