rosalinda flores rosevoc
Biography of rosalinda flores rosevoc
Rosalinda Flores RoseVoc is a freelance writer and a teacher. This is her third account on Poem Hunter.com.
She has written the “Stations of the Cross” in poemprayer.
In God’s mercy and grace, the poet (Rose Vocations) has written the 150 Psalms (in first drafts) as poem prayers in a short span of time, while experimenting with various writing genre's and poems (structured/free verse) , linking the past to today's life and culture. Since 2009, she has been a member of the “I Share Community” (of the World Wide Web) , to the present.
rosalinda flores rosevoc's Works:
Free Ebooks on Poem Hunter.com; Rosalinda Flores – Martinez; RoseVoc2
Books on Lulu.com
FREE Nugget Ebooks: Basic English Grammar; So Help Me God; My Bible Highlights; Prayer Prompts on 150 Psalms; My Psalm Proem Narrative; Falling In Love; Success Now; et. al
rosalinda flores rosevoc Poems
In The Summer
Wild pretty flowers around, small ones in pink and yellow easily ripping and fading in the summer heat. Even the pool boils like hot spring. And big ants eating mangoes and avocadoes.
A Poem From A - Z
A day of wonder waits Be God, my light dictate Come Lord, to me your aid Do brush, my fear, you bade
Love so sweet of Sacred Heart Opens paths to secret lights Vain fright thoughts of gray Eternal true light burns away.
Winter Poems Translated In Japanese By C...
1. kagayaku tsuchi, watashi wa kisu wo shi
Once we made love and again, a concession of love my homage to Love.
Bless Us Lord And Our Duties
To God be all glory in all the earth! To God be all thanks for our birth!
December Sonnets 1. Joy
December! Happy days of waiting here! For You, to us, come after toil and grief Christmas lights and stars adorned colored wreaths December joy, grace brushed, in eyes of tears.
All Times Of December
You live in this, and dwell in my eyes all times of December We’d feast in the smoking patio with carols and lanterns of gold
I Make Prayers, Lord
I make prayers, Lord I make poems, too
December Sonnet Ii. Hope
Days of wrath, I have seen, now over me Gone loathsome rains of weeping, after dawn Should I fall, in praise I’d rise like kids - found
A Necklace From Heaven
Pearls of life more than the South seas Woven violets, blue, black and whites Painted sea shells or crocodile's teeth Transparent gelatin, a dancing fleet
The Grace Of His Light Saves Us
I hurried to reach you in your room of books. There you were praying, anointing your blessings for us.
I have been waiting for you. Last time, my books and keyboard damp, I thought you were there. I have been waiting for you all day long.
Dare Me To Love You
Dare me to love you, in the spaces of my imagination where there is no reality. Dare me to sleep with you and chain me to your heart. Dare me to seek out adventures of life where our mouths suck each other’s tongue. Seize me not to think, but only love you.
Colors: Painted Texts
Maybe, red ocher is the color of
Theology. Or blue as your shirt and
boots. Down rolls a canary wing
draping a stage, like curtains between
now and tomorrow. Your kiss is my
benevolent utopia, down my navel,
a sting like mint, and mine is pressed
pink between your loins. We are full