Biography of ArmourQuill Hunter
From the age of twelve (after hearing of King Solomon youthful desire for Wisdom) , I determined to seek out and find Wisdom compass and clichés or sayings of the Wise. Solomon, whom I later discovered to be my Gggggggg-great-ancestor, wrote: ‘He [that is God~] set a compass [circle] upon the face of the deep or plenum.'
Personally ascribed as one who hits straight-to-heart issue of what matters most. Excellence is all I aspire to claim. I'd say my poetry style resembles a Rainbow than any thing else. If you find a style, which you like most likely there’s not be another, for each is uniquely varied in style and form. I haven’t studied poetry but an author of Poetry books once told me that I had developed my own style. Perhaps if anyone can tell me what style that is~ I would be so grateful.
With over five hundred poems on the net and now would like to share the more favoured ones. PEACE~, Love, and joy~; enjoy!
~*Milly M. Hunter*~
Homepage URL: http: //www.genebase.com/user/HistoryQuill
'Accept faith as it is- 'naked.' Wait all your life for the God who is always coming, and who does not show Himself to satisfy your curiosity, but unveils Himself before your faithfulness and your humility.'
'Art requires philosophy, just as philosophy requires art. Otherwise, what would become of beauty? ' ~ Paul Gauguin
It’s said that ambition (or promotion) is the last refuge of failure; which is probably why many don’t excel, but rather endeavour to teach.
Pride and The Beautiful (my poem) :
I was once so beautiful, in my mind's eye of love…
Sheltered was I, “by God's confidence” and the heavens above.
With long flowing hair, and the pose of Wisdom's grace,
I always showed beauty by my creative “style's embrace…”
Alas, I saw false egos that would claim me as their prize.
While hating me “all the same, ” for their “envy denied-.”
So I cut my hair off; for seeing the price of their reality;
I wanted ones, who could be trusted, to like me “just for me.”
Now I live “strong and beautiful, ” like a sheltering oak tree...
ArmourQuill Hunter Poems
True, Real, Love
True love is tested True love is best Love is harder that all the rest It’s balanced in wisdom
What's in a kiss; how many there-be...? 'So many, it boggles the mind's reality…' A kiss can be a greeting- “of body and soul-! ' It's an unspoken language, telling more than “what's told.”
I’d dance in the morning When the world has begun I’d dance in the moonlight For the glory of His Son
In cases non-violence militancy requires more militancy than rage. What wicked webs these weave, dodging truth for another page. For the love of truth and prosterity, here are their traits: Of course, anything not of love is of Fear’s digest of late.
The Cheater’s Mirror
Cheaters promote man’s innate down-side Excuses they have where no accountability resides They are callous to any toes which are stepped on
Evil Created By God?
Challenged with this university question, One researched Truth's 'whole confession.' How many, to such a question, might dare say yes;
Boring Yet Illustrious Ancestors
In History, the Prophetess (Joseph of Arimathea’s dau.) wed two kings… Anna (Don Verch Mathonwy) Enygeus” who was also a warrior who’d sing! First married “Beli Mawr Heli, Ap Manogan; which 2-of-my line descend. She weds also “Brân/ Bron, Ap Llyr Llediaith” of another line to end.
My Personal Trainer
Being a conductor is like being a coach, an editor, and a director. This is what the Holy Spirit is like, delivering me from detractors. Being the best means work, and a good manager plans ahead. It’s like praying the answer~, not the problem, by Wisdom led.
Two Natures Within
Two natures fighting within my chest One aspect is bad, the other’s at rest Christ now rules the bad nature, so I can gain If it weren’t for Him~ I would’ve gone insane
God Told Noah To Build An Ark
God told Noah to build an ark Build it high and build it smart Earth's cycle of grace had come to an end But not for Noah's family, His friend
'When You Taught Me How To Dance (Movie ...
When you taught me how to dance, little girl with misty eyes, Every step in silent glance-, every move a sweet surprise. Others must have taught you well, to beguile and to entrance. For I wont forget that night, when you taught me how-to-dance.
Attitude Of Gratitude
The sum-total of selfishness is met when we're self-consumed. Still, there are many who give thanks amidst their gloom~. We’ve all see a spoilt child who needs correction. Things done in God’s name bring a brighter connection.
Extended Family Members~ One
Dysfunctional conditions of family fractions diminish the whole. Smaller mindsets diminish by cutting off limbs from God’s goal. Judgmental and sectarian ways of mindsets from pride’s evil.
The Apple Of His Eye
I’m the one who Love’s you; more than you’ll ever know I’ve been your escape Goat, as many are from long ago Let me share what time I have~ on earth deepest night Within the arms of faith and trusting ones of the LIGHT
A Dance To The End...
Of all words I’ve heard, yours echoed- like nothing ever could:
“May I have this dance for all my life; would you dance me to the end of love? ”
In my aloneness, under the apple tree, I “daydream of all you said” to me…
Just under that tree, sweet rapture that symphony played, way back when.
Years wasted, but I still think of you, remembering how we were again.
How did I guess, you’d rest your coat near mine, for hopes renewed in time.
Nor could I foresee 'you'd find-me' and leave no-do