Poem 199: Illusions (Weekly Post 23)

Illusions

Beautiful nickname for lies
Professional title for despair

Attractive incense of death
Incredible distortion of truth

Deep ocean of misinterpretations
Lukewarmness of the reality

In-depth chemistry of thoughts
Silent trip of incomprehensible words

Encyclopedia of surreal signals
Anthology of silent heartbreaks


Untouchable skeletons of happiness
forming The Underworld of Illusions!


©FannyMagnificat / 01-01-01 / Poem 199
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Poem 182: My Sustainer (Weekly Post #22)

My Sustainer

Watch over my path Father God
Let me be the tree planted near streams
Bearing Heaven sent fruits

Watch over me Heavenly Father
May my leaves never wither
Bless my every project to succeed

Watch over me you the Alpha
Enthroned mightily in the Heavens
I am your child whom you've fathered

Watch over me you my Sustainer
Ask of me, you say, and you shall give
me the nations as my birthright


Watch over me you the Omega
El Shaddai you are my shield
my Glory my Refuge my Father


©FannyMagnificat / 10-18-02 / Poem 182

Poem 176: My journal (Weekly Post #21)

My journal...

Treasury of my heart.

Painting of my imagination.

Destination of my writings.

Bank of my creativity.

Phonebook of my reflections.

Dryer of my inner turmoils.

Wardrobe of my testimonies.

Washer of my sadnesses.

Storage of my ideas.

Field of my prayers.

Train of my dreams. 

©FannyMagnificat / 16-24-03 / Poem 176

Poem 172: Fasting or Dieting (Weekly Post #20)

Fasting or Dieting

Accumulation of physical loads
Association of unhealthy crews

Suitcases of unwanted treasures
Baskets of wasted purposes

Mortification with prayer the ideal fast
Mortification without prayer a simple diet

©FannyMagnificat / 20-28-04 / Poem 172

Poem 157: Secheresse (Weekly Post #19)

Sècheresse

Que toutes ses saisons nous coûtent
énormément sans pouvoir les adoucir
Épargnons pour les jours de soif
Remplissons nos calebasses d'eau

Ne gaspillons point car viendrons
les jours arides, les jours de sècheresse
les tempêtes s'acharneront - Eh oui!
Nos vrais amis nous tiendrons par la main

©FannyMagnificat / 33-43-05 / Poem 157