Sometimes, in the mornings,
The morning crows don’t sing—
Perched and preaching by a loblolly.
Breathe in this metanoia,
We all live for it.
And if the morning crows never reverenced,
Sitting at my doorstep,
Waiting for my feet to touch pavement,
I might’ve deemed you worthy of abasement.
But the morning crows chant my indiscretions,
To the man in the moon,
Too far to touch, too distant to see—
So I cannot tell him
Of my worries.
Fill up this cup with your americano—
It’s been so long since I’ve tasted of it.
The morning crows fear I will be different
When the sun sets
And daybreak ends.
So I hide in my sleigh bed,
Too frightened to tell you
That I am revolutionizing myself.
The morning crows now mourn the loss of youth.
As I settle down to become holy,
They sing my death—
Heedlessness,
Widening your eyes,
Sharpening your grin.
When I wane once more,
The morning crows will say,
They told me so.
Perched and preaching by a loblolly,
I am reclaimed, rosy-eyed.
Breathe in this metanoia.
We all live for it—
Oh, Ezra, I feel your sorrow
Tearing your tunic and cloak
Pulling hair from head and beard
Sitting down with heart broke
A teacher versed in Law of Moses
Given by the LORD God of israel
Hearing the priests and Levites
Mixing with neighboring people
Everyone who trembled at the
Words of God of Israel
Gathered around Ezra because
Of unfaithfulness of exiles
We fnd ourselves in similar situations,
The "Persia" of then is now Iran,
Our America is divided on various fronts
It seems difficult for any plans
Is it not time we join Ezra's example
As he prayed from deep serf-abasement?
Is it not time we fall on our knees praying to God
For America's misplaced, sinful discontent?
The Israelites gathered around Ezra
They, too, wept bitterly in remorse
Could it happen in USA?
Dear LORD, our ways have strayed far off course
-Evelyn Pearl Anderson
FIGURATIONS
general
perplexity
festers
in
continual
abasement
e
affection
tempered
by
indolencele
fostered
by
dilegnce
over powering
dissolve
into
extreme
sensation
a
state
of excitment
ventures
into
fatique
1.
I think love be quite fastidious
With a priggish clear intent
To fester hurly burly
On whom it should torment.
One thing is absolute...
'Tis that and that shall be.
Love's rudimentary motivation
Be to source my misery.
The End
2.
If ignorance be bliss, and
Foolishness the coinage of the realm.
'Tis dark the days that fade away
With an unknown spectre at the helm.
As we trundle through the shadows
Where pride and arrogance oft compete.
Portion out a spat of hubris and naivete...
Thus our abasement be complete.
The End
3.
A child may fear its shadow
And the perturbations in their head.
They dread the midnight poltergeist
Lurking menacingly beneath their bed.
They may fret about a spelling test
And abhor the dimming light.
They tremble at the boogeyman
Who torments them late at night.
The fear that haunts them most of all.
The fear that shakes them to their core.
'Tis the monster they both love and hate...
Outside their bedroom door.
The End
* Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your uncle.
STORIES TO LIVE BY
Oh! tell me tales that lift the spirit, energise the soul
Inspire a faith that gives the strength to drive toward a goal
Let not the story of the nation be a book of shame
That current generations may seek solace couched in blame
Though there may be dark chapters of our history beset
With episodes of evil we now view with deep regret
True annals yet tell stories of bold quests by those of daring
Who ventured forth with courage, thought of self-preserve foreswearing
To conquer craggy peak, cross frozen continent and sea
And some of grace faced tyranny, risked life to set us free
Let victimhood and pointed accusation not prevail
Nor guilt and self abasement write a gloomy new folktale
As every day a page is turned to quicken and advance
Our lives, should we not be the author of our own romance
Then one day hence we may recount in parable or fable
A legend that all may embrace to hearten and enable
Christmas spirit will prevail with blest merriment
Since its Author – CHRIST – is sovereign every moment
Thus, the occasion’s worthy jubilant sentiment
Should be dominant midst pandemic-caused curtailment.
Christmas will reign, though bereft of Santa Claus’ involvement
Through God’s love and bliss --- propping giving and caring enjoyment
Overcoming selfishness and pride’s enslavement
Reaching-out gladly with prayer-empowerment.
Thankful* for Christmas’ meaningful fulfillment
We exalt the Lord with praise, worship and faith sentiment
Confessing discontentment with humble abasement
Sharing His gift of life eternal along grace-mercy’s testament.
*Colossians 3:15 And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to the which also ye are called in one body; and be ye thankful.
December 10, 2020
4th place, "Santa's Covid Christmas" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire; judged on 12/19/2020.
Planet of unsettling decline
losing our swagger of firm footing
staggered by earth's vast pool of needy preservation.
To seek global rule to fix plastic shard oceans pushed from
a safety zone sustainable
to bring nature's biodiversity to healthy
to stop a virus that drains color from life
to free the elderly from weighty tears
to heal an urban drug lurch of self abasement
to widen narrow alleys of thought
to lift the knife edge danger of human dislocation
to starve a diet of misdirected war
to dislodge regimes of hefty monsters who rob
their people's freedom.
If I ruled our sphere we'd stop the "what if's" and just do
like re-inhabiting our streets to purge litter,
or to strive for self correction
nourished by new discovery
and love what we should be closer to.
Poem composed: August 19/2020
(Revised January 2, 2021)
I know of your sensitivity
And your proclivity
For self abasement of yourself
So if you will allow me to help
I could show you
Just how amazing you are
You are like a shining star
A smile so bright
And eyes that twinkle
In everyone's life you leave a sprinkle
Of love and light and a sense that they've been blessed
Because you may not realise this but your the best
So don't put yourself down
Don't ever wear a frown
With you I am always down
With picking you up off of the ground
And it bothers not one bit
Because in every sense you are worth it
You need to find the strength for self belief
You need to change your proclivity
And not be rooted so deep in sensitivity
But if you cannot manage that I will be here in your hour of need
Because you are like a shining star to me.
American fawning pawn
wearing a king crown
How far down will you bow
to the Kremlin ground?
Peppermint kisses of appeasement
suit your licorice lips well
Shameless nude tongue abasement ...
snuggle close
to the Siberian imperial Impale
cloaked veil
Democracy pierced to the heart,
sold as a whore
for a few rubles more
Czar tissue formed on the orifice of freedom violation
Lady Liberty given over to suffer
vile degradation
by a leader butt bent and subservient
National security compromised —
prostituted for a marquee name display
Such servile, covetous billing ...
what price will Democracy pay
for the Gulag trick lay?
Adopted Cossack son,
holding the cipher keys to the kingdom,
stay bastardly submissive loyal
to your KGB domineering spy master
Getting a perverse thrill
when you hear the citizen cries
from the repeated dictatorial violations
Constitution issue gets no pardon —
Ruble khan decree:
execute the Little Caesar executive decision
Once the new czar tissue hardens,
how fast will the tyranny disease spread
from the lip dysentery infection transmission?
-By Mark Miller © 01/08/2017
Vessel of battered eyes and stare
Lost identity in fragile care
Self made prism of vacuous detachment
Colored souls follow behind actor lied performance
Creeper rose abasement seeks placement
Being embodiment incarnate
Subtle charms redress selves in mirrors made flesh
A blank slate hollow hostile enters unnoticeable host
Grace of stance drained fates barren of Cartesian ego
Viscous pets behind twisted crypts
Protects the encapsulated representation
abasement
the subtle nudge of
hunger pains
It's so hard, sometimes
To remove this cerement
To muster a veritable smile
To schlepp out of the sediment
It will end, I know
When authentic smiles will replace
The disingenuous air
I bedaub to my face
The crazy part is, it seems
That the solution to my abasement
Though well within my clout
Looms just far of my embracement
Motivation! To do the work
For which I have the skill
Seems lacking in my repertoire
As does the supportive shill
I pick a history from the peck of grains;
Only my retention will take me far.
And through modest abasement will I unwrap it strains?
6/4/2014
Streaming glitter
Suspended laughter
Delayed happiness
Evident abasement
Surmounting fears
Shadows dance in torment
Pleasant gestures
Pretence abundant
Deferred bliss
Creeping obscurity
Empathizing stares
Lured smiles led to drown
Malevolent touch
Masked intentions
Insubordinate emotions
Disappearing identity
Longing spirit
Laughter is beheaded
Joyful wickedness
Jeweled thorns
Loving stabs
Poisoned kisses
Unassuming mortal
Beauty lays dead
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OH - nonny, NO - nonny
Nicholas Goalsworthy
Promised again to
Renounce alcohol.
Characteristically
Incomprehensible,
Muttering epithets,
Cursing the wall.
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