A Choir of Angels are We in Poetry....


  • Altair
  • Don't read me, I am not that good.......

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We are the spoken word...all should recognize..... Malak al hub.

A Choir of Angels are We in Poetry....

There is no sword mightier than the pen
writing hymns of cherubims, in this I begin
to lend my weeping hand in established bend
to the page, as it cuts contours through the wind.
Many men harden to the sin, turned porcelain
their vessels in shame, for lack of understanding
the attack of information on their mind less patient
to see the seraphs wings sing in manifestation.

There is a message in every line written
on the tablets of angels, like me, that were bitten
by the jinn, disguised in emotive inclination
that warmed the heart, however, left it to kharon.
Looking at the river styx; remember this?
another feather is gone in meandering tricks
of the trade, by tryst that invade my blinded wits
as passion treks to my tablet, recovering my plumage.

My emotives fuel the wrath in my poetics
flung to the masses, should they choose to accept it
deep upon the mind, surpassing the neglected
notions of so many poems they rejected.
Breathe to inherit the wind within the poet
whether prose, lyric, or specific angel you covet
this is the essence of achieved transcendence
where all suffice and imagination is genius.

So listen up world, that doth think I'm absurd
in writing the spoken word that your mind may observe
as lame, what a shame, you'll never truly deserve
Jannah, as the bane of your existence is preserved.
Poetry! No, I'm not kidding ye of no faith
in the poet's dominion over knowledge that you chase
we are the red diamond in your myriad of spades
lacking luster and quaint to our blinding cascades.
I thank Conquest for riding my  white palm to the page
damn, that's too many lines, I'll revisit this one day....... 

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Marsink commented on A Choir of Angels are We in Poetry....


The words are pouring forth from the waterfall of your minds comtemplation which evokes the reader's sensation: rhetorical power's domination. I am but a reed in the torrent deluging my intellect and the inspiration sought has been bought for your respect! Your poetic rant is in meltdown and we are at Ground Zero!! Applause Crescendo!!



thank you very much mars, the sentiment is a grand gesture

nature commented on A Choir of Angels are We in Poetry....


My dearest friend do not think I've been void of your expressions, I've just been absent of a fleeting comment to what I read of yours..this poem is magnificent in all aspects of the word, angels..what a fantastic metaphor in description of the poet. So much to be said about this one Iam lost to find the finest wine....



Nature it is all Good my friend...thanks for making an appearance ....looking forward to something from you soon.

soulwriter commented on A Choir of Angels are We in Poetry....


"So listen up world, that doth think I'm absurd in writing the spoken word that your mind may observe" - this winds and bends and intertwines your thoughts in a way that carries the reader right along. There are several lines and verses that alone would make good poems by themselves or would extend new thoughts in new directions for additional pieces. Write ON - live StronG! Soul



Thank you so much soul...the comment is appreciated

Olan01 commented on A Choir of Angels are We in Poetry....


Truth is; this is a great poem! Not a word is out of place or misspoken, my friend. I heard a sermon, once upon a time, preached by a song writer. He said, "I would rather write one song than preach a thousand sermons." What is writ remains and what is spoken is quickly erased, once heard. Love, peace and freedom, Olan.



Olan thanks so much for your awesome comment....it is greatly appreciated my friend...

blackfootlady commented on A Choir of Angels are We in Poetry....


There was alot of intelligence put into this write.You are very gifted friend.-Keep writing-God Bless Black



Wow it has been ages since I've see you around bfl..thank you so much visiting my friend :-)

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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