Through True Love’s Eyes

True love is generous and supportive; it will always set itself apart with a joy that, in comparison, exposes the manipulative self-obsession of users whose interest only ever serves themselves.

I’ve been through fire… left alone to dance…
Been pulled from the ash heap of romance…

At last set free in joy, a gift from above…
To share the soul mates’ journey of true love…

For him and me, a promise… not of ease,
But, we’ll not go alone through life’s unease.

And here you come, thinking that hope to dash,
But, I see true… your words are blackest ash…

With smiles struggling through my tears…
From new eyes I see your barren fears.

You dole out handfuls of mediocrity…
While true love is lost in your superiority.

Your every cause only kindling trauma…
Your Shanghaied pain is naught but drama…

You are nothing…raping, stealing voices of pain
From some other heart’s regret. Your pleas I disdain.
©D. Denise Dianaty
31 August 2014

Shackled Souls

A weak flesh for paltry failing hearts

     Too human in this here and now

            The soul stretching toward heaven

                  Clamoring for a return to the Divine

                        But unruly flesh, feeling too much

                              Turning toward the shadows

                              In immediacy of mortal pain

                  Chaining the eternal… imprisoned

            Too worn by such earthly need

      So heavy with venal desires

Shackled souls weighted for Hell

A Few Scriptures On Peace from the NIV Bible

Proverbs 12:20 There is deceit in the hearts of those who plot evil, but joy for those who promote peace.

Proverbs 14:30 A heart at peace gives life to the body, but envy rots the bones.

Proverbs 17:1 Better a dry crust with peace and quiet than a house full of feasting, with strife.

Ecclesiastes 3:8 …a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.

Isaiah 9:6 For to us a child is born, to us a son is given… And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

Isaiah 48:22 "There is no peace," says the LORD, "for the wicked.”

John 14:27 Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.

John 16:33 "I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world."

Romans 2:9 There will be trouble and distress for every human being who does evil… 10 but glory, honor and peace for everyone who does good…

Romans 12:18 If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.

Romans 14:19 Let us therefore make every effort to do what leads to peace and to mutual edification.

Romans 15:13 May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.

Romans 15:33 The God of peace be with you all. Amen.

2 Thessalonians 3:16 Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times and in every way. The Lord be with all of you.

Raining Autumn Fall

From CityandBaby.com

Raining Autumn Fall

Crunch, schlackle-khrackle, squish…

Phschluppa-khrieck-schlewmp and snap…

Through the late November wood…

Splinter, crackle, scrunch and smatter…

Flurry scurry and fly about.

Flutter and rustle, schlicha-klecha…

By the wet North Wind blown,

Bustling hither and thither and yon…

Falling, falling for Autumn down…

Brown frosted veins of former verdancy…

Crushing delicate detritus beneath

Footfalls under bare boned skeletal trees.

Whoosh and whish and rrurr…

Mechanized winds blow and push,

Pile high the last of Autumn’s fall.

Leap and fly, and land as they scatter!

Crinkle, crumble, crushed dead on the ground…

Rake them up and let's fly again,

To lie beneath as they flutter down

Reveling in the raining Autumn fall.

by D. Denise Dianaty 

© 13 Nov 2014

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entitled My Life In Poetry at D. Denise Dianaty

Shadowed Forests of the Past

A poem of a place I left behind when “Hope was born anew…”

Bad old, dark places…

Places where my life no longer dwells…

Looking back upon the past…

That wasting, dark, drear past…

Come words from a long ago

Where my soul no longer cowers.

A place of wrenching loneliness 

always on the edge of light,

waiting to drag me back…

back into it's embrace….

I just kept trying to hold on, 

trying to hold out for love; 

But, every day that passed without it, 

Loneliness lurked to overwhelm.

And, darker still, monsters lurked…

Monsters lurked at every… every turn…

Soul shattering dramas spun out

in relentless perversions of hope.

Until that pivotal moment…

that time when change began…

Change began and Hope was born…

Hope born anew within my breast.

In that Hope, on angel’s breath…

An angel-friend led me forward.

She led me through the dark

and back to light and Faith.

I learned the true Me…

the truest Me I was meant to be

And learning Me, I learned Love.

Learning Love, I learned to love.

It's a truly blessed state…

In brilliant shining sunlight…

A place of laughter and love and joy…

Such have I found for myself…

After the long, dark road through tortured, 

shadowed forests of the past.

© 19 September 2014 MomzillaNC

The Dance Plays On… 

A delicately sad tale of transcendent love, a perfect kiss, and haunting, beautiful tragedy… 

Sweet Addiction

Sweet Addiction

by D. Denise Dianaty

Steam rising and dancing

Across the rippling midnight pool

The welcome caress of vapors

Sensual and inviting, 

The warming embrace of aroma

Now flooding ethereal white

Swirling deep to rise

Till clink, tink, clank, chink

The pool now renders

A devine decoction

That distillation of welcoming dawn

Smooth and rich and just right sweet

Porcelain vessel of joy!

by D. Denise Dianaty

© 25 August 2014

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book of poetry at My Life In Poetry

Bricks

Red and brown and black
From earth of sand and clay
Fired, piled high and stacked
In lyme and sand, row upon row to stay

Reaching high and standing strong
Standing tall and proud and fine
Warm and safe in Winters long
Stand ‘gainst gales or hot sunshine

Stair-stepping and interlocking
Rough and sharp and clean and squared
Together creating strength so shocking
Sheltering frail futures shared.
D. Denise Dianaty
©17 September 2014

Shadowed Forests of the Past

A place I left behind when “Hope was born anew…
Bad old, dark places…
Places where my life no longer dwells…
Looking back upon the past…
That wasting, dark, drear past…
Come words from a long ago
Where my soul no longer cowers.

A place of wrenching loneliness
always on the edge of light,
waiting to drag me back…
back into it's embrace….
I just kept trying to hold on,
trying to hold out for love;

But, every day that passed without it,
Loneliness lurked to overwhelm.
And, darker still, monsters lurked…
Monsters lurked at every… every turn…
Soul shattering dramas spun out
in relentless perversions of hope.

Until that pivotal moment…
that time when change began…
Change began and Hope was born…
Hope born anew within my breast.
In that Hope, on angel’s breath…
An angel-friend led me forward.

She led me through the dark
and back to light and Faith.
I learned the true Me…
the truest Me I was meant to be
And learning Me, I learned Love.
Learning Love, I learned to love.

It's a truly blessed state…
In brilliant shining sunlight…
A place of laughter and love and joy…
Such have I found for myself…
After the long, dark road through tortured,
Shadowed forests of the past.

by D. Denise Dianaty
©19 September 2014

Lost In Your Calidity

A color may evoke a feeling, an emotion, a remembered experience. Can you name the color to which this poem alludes? Hint: It is NOT the color in which the text is displayed.

Ahhh… love… to rest a kiss…
‘Pon the fullness of your lips…
T’would be my life’s vitality.
Come, my love, with me,
To the florid depths of rapture.
Walk with me in the glow of love,
The blush of life all about us.
Lie with me among the fragrant
Dew-kissed silken petals.
Together, we’ll revel
In the fervency of passion.
Let me be lost in your calidity.

©D. Denise Dianaty

10 September 2014

Seasons of Love

An allegory of Life’s journey to forever love…

We may love deeply and sincerely even when that love doesn’t last or is misplaced. The seasons of love have something to teach us. The lessons we learn along the way, if we take them in, will teach us to not only discern True Love, but also how to make it a forever love.

Soft and gentle Summer love…
When did share love’s first kiss…
‘Pon my lips flutter as wings of a dove.
We shall always remember this.

Autumn come with love’s deep need…
A space… a while… a hand I grasped…
To stay a time, yet end and heed…
’Tis not he will share thy days unto the last.

Winter heart too cold… too cold to sing…
In sun too dim, and dark too bright…
For Greed has no love to bring…
And Love for Greed will give no light.

But, ah-h… at last comes vernal relief…
A tender bud laid in the heart of winter…
When true love blooms in heartache’s release…
And deliver Love’s Spring in our forever…

© D. Denise Dianaty

23 August 2014