Wounds begin to heal,
Letting go the heavy stone,
New dawn breaks in peace.
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Under cerulean stained glass skies,
I bathe my soul in sand and sun,
anointed with salt water.
Playing like a child in the breaks,
I surrender to the flow of the tide
as it chases and retreats:
a frigid game of tag; then collapse
into the cradled curve of dunes,
bury sea-numbed toes in their warmth.
Beyond the veil of closed eyelids,
the seagull's cries become hymns
as my burdens release: the
worries of not being quick enough,
not quite good enough,
swept out on ebbing waves of grace.
I'll wrestle my demons tomorrow.
Right now I have sand in my toes
and salt on my skin,
and the ocean is roaring
its ancient prayer in my head.
Once upon a time, in a land of heart
There came a thundering desire,
Even though God has set this one apart,
Chosen them for service, love’s magnifier!
When this heart realized their backsliding,
They opened the bible, turning to the Son,
Melted beneath the hand who was providing,
Peace and love, grace that can’t be outdone!
Once upon a time, in the land of fear,
There came a sweet aroma, assuring me,
Even when I don’t feel Him, He is near,
Promising He will save to the highest degree!
When this heart was backsliding, without hope,
There came love that filled them to overflowing,
Full of the spirit only He can provide to cope,
Because there is sweetness in love, softly glowing!
Once upon a time, this heart was failed and fallen,
But when they looked to God, there was a solution,
Since that day, reaching out to Him – all in,
And even through the doubts, He offers absolution!
Leftover dreams
aimless look for resolution;
Leftover dreams
flicker with technicolor streams;
Salvation perhaps destruction,
they beg now for absolution;
Leftover dreams.
I WAS ABUSED BY MY MOTHER AND HER BOYFRIEND AT THE AGE OF THIRTEEN, THIS POEM REFLECTS THOSE HARDEST MOMENTS FOR ME. THEY RAN OFF TO ALASKA WITH FIVE OF MY SIBLINGS WHEN I TOLD MY GRANDMOTHER WHAT THEY HAD DONE.
She never had a tender ear,
she let me know she didn't care.
Always mean she pulled my hair,
no other mother could compare.
I once remember, but only once,
she held my hand with tender love.
I must have been all of nine,
the only good memory in my mind.
The man who crept into her life,
whom she protected with all her might.
A young doe was what he wanted,
like a deer I was hunted.
When he bagged what he'd sought,
out west is where he took the lot.
The coward ran from prosecution,
Alaska administered his absolution.
My mother never penalized,
the man who caused my spirit to die.
I forgave her for their horrific sins,
I wasn't going to let them win.
Today I finally realized,
I'm the one who won first prize.
Your skin softer than a ripe pear,
allow me to just take a bite;
It could turn into a wild night
I’m fascinated by your glare;
Lost, angry, and into bloodshed
I sense that you want a way out;
A vampire with a silent shout
seduced you were not prepared;
Cutting isn’t the solution
what you need is to play victim;
You’ll enjoy bending to my whim;
Bleed I’ll provide absolution.
Years of trauma and misery
Years of agony and pain
Oh, dear Lord…
Let it rain.
Let the rain wash away my suffering
Let the rain make me feel restored and new
Someone in my past has caused me to feel this way
If that person was here now, I’d say to them, “I decidedly forgive you”.
Ignore those resolutions
You know you won't keep.
So, here's your solution
Eat more if you please.
Forget about profusion
Split seam in the jeans.
Absolution or Resolution
Have a Great Twenty-Three.
Thank You All my Souper Friends
See you then around the Bend.
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NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
The bistred day has fallen still,
A darkened mead hangs overhead;
The hush within the evening chill
Chants now the yore is gone to bed.
A gently breeze steals from the west,
Cool along the shadowed lanes;
The sunburned broil, now at rest,
Its warmth has gone, though still remains.
The cool night air stands all alone
Anon the past is gone to sleep;
Daytime secrets tossed and blown,
The faithful night for ere to keep.
Secrets that the breeze fears speak,
Winnowing in the night-time swell;
Brushing eastward 'gainst your cheek...
The whispered wind mayn't kiss-n'-tell.
Evensong is served this eve
All around the moonlit shrine;
Absolution cedes when you believe,
The cool night air is sweet as wine.
Drink your fill in solemn thought,
Let your mind escape within;
Cleanse your conscience, ever fraught,
Save your soul! ~ confess your sin!
Here beneath a cloudless sky
You're not alone ~ you seldom are;
Within the dim nocturnals fly
As someone watches from afar.
So, meditate, your faith elate,
Ruminate, and yet beware;
Intoxicate your mindless state,
Drinking in the cool night air.
On the the brink of change
Vague yes but rearranged
At the edge but with a grin
Not some grim hypocrisy
It might seem like a phase
You said "Grow up and act your age!"
But I reciprocated
While you elated, confiscating
I may not seem enraged
But the seam has burst this rotting cage
And now I've been unleashed
Only to see that I can breath
Insanity's cold touch
Has softened up this bleeding crutch
To gain a new perspective
Convey to you I've had enough
Something happens when we accept our own defeat
There's confusion and silence ego trip wakens from sleep
Without knowing we abandon our plan to continue
Justifiably argued grandiose our opinions
Even though there's a part clinging on to the truth
Snuffed with malice deniably wrapped in reproof
We ignore it in spite of the honesty seethed
Bringing shame to toughest of men to their knees
I would offer solutions garner values and proofs
But Noone cares about honor and conviction, they lose
Genuinely said I just wish I could help
Even if I'm rebuked I will forgive you for myself
Funny isn't it? One day we will all be dead
And therefore I can die knowing there was nothing left unsaid....
all my cares and carelessness
penned upon a paper plea
folded in floating prayer
and set adrift with a spark
sorrowful secrets martyred
on a pyre of choices made
…embers sinking with lost love
7 lines, 7 syllables per line
The time has come for confession.
It's time for the terrible shocks,
that I'm spreading to Father O'Leary
inside his confessional box.
Father soon gave me the lead,
promising his healing ear,
but I just hope he's prepared
for what he's going to hear.
'Forgive me Father I've sinned,
and sinned in a terrible way,
so I must beg your forgiveness',
then continued with what I've to say.
"Last night I was powered with lust,
with wont of creating new life.
Father I sinned with five women;
each a fiancé or wife.
The Father ne'er spoke for a minute,
then gave this answer to me,
"Go squeeze the juice of five lemons,
with grapefruit and mix thoroughly".
He said I must drink in one go,
this mixture of sour solution.
That is when I said to Father,
"Is this for my absolution?"
"Good heavens no!" Father denied,
"Absolution is out of the race,
this is what I'd call a tonic,
to get the smile off your face!"
Forgiveness
Dusted with determination
her bent old body plows a furrow
in the field of time.
She has bled into the earth,
eaten unleavened bread
with sacramental wine
Old Mother seasoned with
sorrow, proud of her pain
and the daily acts of contrition
that may bring absolution,
or that may crumble
like the gauzy wings of moths
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