Krissy Mosley Ministries

Love

is a vision

it thunders,

chariots and

swarms – miracles of things. ~K.M.

We were trying people
Trying not to repeat the past
Trying to hold crazy together
Trying to open up inside
Trying to make it right
Trying to pick up the pieces
Trying not to give up
Trying to fight
Trying to stop frivolous wars
Seem like nonsense/ to keep on trying
And we do it / ain’t nothing wrong with trying~K.M.

What is love but a heart walk?
In peck in hold and whim
upon a needy earthling pine

sturdy chrains (trains) a-coming
wafted souls abide
gather-on chrains (trains)
gather-on K.M.

Tried my hand at Cockney dialect (I hope you have enjoyed reading as I enjoyed this attempt) please feel free to teach if you know more.

London Cockney is as distinct and clearly defined in
Scottish or Yorkshire or any other. Origins can be traced back to
Kentish, East Anglian, Mercian and Saxon speech. #Poetry #NaPoWriMo

Love cannot be surrogate.
Nor unnaturally touched.
It must be invited, kind
and dwell in its scepter
and remain a healing balm.- K.M.

We felt whole
In the city
the potholes are
grand gestures of repair

the murmuring trolleys
make ablaze – of people going about

Popular the chase/
mounted in dreams of paper

Wapish/no wiser
No less/ yea’
we were fighting
to stay here.
A dying aim to dream K.M.

Whose Sanctuary
Pro-tags/ on walls of the streets
Graffiti Poets – K.M.

A letter of peace
she could not write
luminous wars profounding.

Stare the silent rage to knee
but most of all –
A fiery hummingbirds’ chee
sounding chariots/
“the road is coming
the road is coming”

See her bloom
See her nectar
See her journey

Urban night profounding
tag peace not war
most of all

These letters, will not keep
They will hold no refuge/ for bleeding tears

till we are strong again
Plow our shears in hooks
Sink 10,000 more
This road she could not flee K.M.

For the next 30th days – this blog will set sail for Poetry -thank you kindly to all my onlookers/readers in mind. Come go with me #NaWriPoMo / Here is my own poem below if you wish to join in the fun follow the link here and enjoy a poem or 30 on me NaPoWriMo

Our roofy leaves in hand
but the spirit must prevail
through flood albeit/ the tempest gail
and oft the flattest sky doeth round
In the faintest view/ faith had eyes to see
what sky is this, we’d wonder
and set our course beyond the sea K.M 2017