Sable
Gable
Betray’l
Fatal
Eyes that pierced, not sable, Gable-gray.
Won’t give a d$mn - betray’l fatal bray.
Absolving his harlot Scarlet wife.
Dismissive of starlit starlet strife.
Harlot
Scarlet
starlit
starlet
My wretched soul so twisted by self doubt,
malingered on false words and fragrant lie.
Through turbulence and ever-endless drought,
in hushed distress, my inner child did cry.
Yet fervent help did temper my despair,
injecting hope to heal my restless soul.
Allowing one the time for self repair,
absolving fixed beliefs like burn-ed coal.
So ransomed was my life by guilt and shame,
yet guidance told my heart to go explore.
And grieve afresh, and reason over blame -
that with pursuit, one's worth shall be as law.
For then my crooked heart shall be secure,
and peace shall reign and fear shall be no more.
04.01.2024
Our scars
self-requited
define
who we are
The pain
when it’s welcome
embedded
unmarred
Each blemish
redeeming
those choices
to blame
Absolving
our future
releasing
the shame
(‘Searching For Crazy Horse:’ September, 2010)
Civilian casualty
All wars are bad, but wars can be stopped
if there is will seek peace, which there is not
the civilians in Ukraine must suffer more.
How many non-combatants are killed in this
Russian versus NATO and the USA we don’t know
but the number of dead seems relatively small
when so much has been bombed to destruction.
It appears to me that weekly, more
Palestinians are killed by the so-called IDF than
Ukrainian civilians.
But this toll is met with silence since Israel has
been sanctified by Brussels by no other than
Ursula von der Leyen in her horrible speech
absolving Israel of any guilt.
But what else are they expect from this corporate
Fascism the EU has become.
When I join myself in prayer
all the survivors; all those still able to bear witness
regarding my twisted way through the moments
and decades come together in the nothing flat
all eager to tell their tales once more.
The dead speak little;
ushering blindfolded angles
lead them into my presence
yet they are reluctant to testify or blame.
The survivors line up ready to spill all the beans
or elaborate upon some minor escape from
a near miss, or a cliff edge pull-back
when I gabbed myself away, not from the fall
but from the hard ground.
I listen nodding like a priest in a confessional box
absolving some, scorning others, dismissing many.
After this séance with myself,
I take an Ambien and sleep
dreaming of a life that once had meaning.
I can hear the slow
thump and thrash
of a ship's propeller
churning the dark and see
the sheer black wall
of a hull slide by,
gathering the river in
like a skirt,
then releasing a train
of wakes to run
up banks and rock
the calm.
Solitary fishermen sit quietly
in private vigils
along the river's length.
All night they stare
into an absolving still
and move between
a mind's floating absence
and the tip of a rod
plumbed to depths
beyond human.
After the ship has passed
they wait
for the river to heal
and mend the lesions
in a tactile language.
Down river
a floodlit smoke stack
rises like a spire
out of the ruins of a factory.
High above,
a great wheeling dome
of seagulls fleck
a charcoal sky
and smear noise across
a vaulted quiet.
A lifetime on I hear
the discordant hymn,
feel the menace
of something moving shapeless
below the reach of words
and wait for the river
to heal.
The Sacrament of Penance (Confession) is a Sacrament in which the sins committed after Baptism are forgiven
The Sacrament of Penance or Confession remits sins and restore the friendship of God to the soul by means of the absolution of the priest
I know the priest has power of absolving from the sins committed after Baptism, because Jesus Christ granted the power to the priests of His Church when He said: “Received ye the Holy Spirit. Whose sins you shall forgive, they are forgiven them, whose sins you shall retain, they are retained.”
The priest of the Church exercise the power of forgiving sins by hearing a confession of sins, and granting pardon for them as ministers of God and in His name.
To receive the sacrament worthily, we must do 5 things:
• We must examine our conscience (Write down your sins committed not to forget them)
• We must have sorrow for our sins
• We must make a firm absolution never more to offend God
• We must confess our sins to the priest
• We must accept the penance which the priest given us
The examination of conscience we should pray to God to give us light to know our sins and grace to detest them.
Lost in today,
found in tomorrow
tears roll like silver
lace beaded swans
Chasteness wanton,
timestamped forever
music absolving
—calling beyond
(Dreamsleep: November, 2021)
Having failed yet another repair, on the leaking rods
I spit my liquified bowels all over the walls
Retching up toxic filth within
an expectoration of black lumpy phlegm
forms a pebbledash of grotesque sin
Some I recognize, some I can’t figure out
but it’s me, spewing cancer is my distinctive subtlety
carries my mark, the mark of a closet misanthropist
the splattered mucus develops into a mural
speckled with irradiated lies
Etching deep into the walls
a perfect reflection of my gangrenous soul
Instinctively eating the flesh off my hands
takes away the gnawing pain of paranoia
absolving my torments once and for all,
unencumbered at last, I now feel the truth, agony is real.
look at me, look inward at my outward humiliation
Bleeding out, upon his own sick soul
innards burning like hell
The walls turn molten
meltdown complete
By
David Kavanagh
If poesy is health, then I should be hale:
no invalid, but a bard whose high time
nears, whose destiny only God can tell.
Till then, I faithfully live by every rhyme.
If poesy is wealth, then I should be rich:
for I, now like a king of immense treasure,
am but a pauper who has found his niche,
a kingdom and realm of rhythm and measure.
If poesy is wisdom, then I should be wise:
for, through songs like these, even the dull and blind
(nourished with truthful, lovely rhymes) can rise
to higher ethereal states of mind!
If wisdom and poesy are thus absolving,
then I still should be happy and evolving.
People ask how this yearlong will come
to pass, of which parts are the triumphs
and stench of learning... of why blossoms
drop on cobblestones ravaged
by a wildfire tearing velvet buds,
flatlining: the male stamen and female pistil
barren from incessant drought.
And why of all things, must god-children
endure anxieties trapped in houses
yearning to grasp a firefly on the lane,
to hug grandparents, not from a distance
but...but in the flesh of every day--
Add into this equation an insatiable need
for human connection where friends, kin gather
like a warm herd exchanging intimacies
skin to skin, mouth on mouth, arm in arm---
This is limbo within the inferno of the living,
while Pilates from urban jungles rinse their hands
absolving themselves from mortal sins...
an epoch of how time's pleasure or pus could pass.
Craig Cornish's 2020 Contest
5/23/2020
The scars by designs
Intersect, we align
Enslaving contentment
Our methods persistant
Bleeding the fallout
Conceeding the trials
Persistantly waiting
For tears of denial
Have you ever been silent?
The chemistry, violent
I’m missing biology
The causes absolving me
The fear is i’m holding on
The current is way too strong
Calamity’s siren sings
Hanging by fallacies and ukulele strings
Untaking the me from me
The way it has never been
Its all that i ever see...
The sum of unseen memories
AMOUR
Firmament addressed clouds asking
not to assemble in array
and alarmed aggressive adamant arrogant tempest
not to be tempted to attack,
but allowing welcoming gentle zephyr to blow.
Ablaze Sun got astonished but felt ashamed.
Ample heat with hot air was arrested.
Bright azure sky in amazing awesome auburn Autumn
to allure outdoor romance in assured angelic ambient
and to assuage any agony if annoying.
Amour awaking, awaiting, appealing for auspicious moment.
avoiding apprehension of anything awry or awkward.
Abysmal appalling atrocious happenstance not to hit aspirant pair.
Let the couple be abloom aglow in amorous flow adoring one another.
Not to put in anxiety or anguish but to be accomplished on admiration.
No question of absolving should arise,
asserting affirmative answer of love to accept astounding unison.
10/23/19
Third place
'Strand Special 11' Contest by Brian Strand
Lord,
my soul
to claim in
your hands and warp
and weft your timbre endowments in me.
thus, above allowing and absolving
emotional
and sinful
pleasure,
thoughts.
4/26/2019
1,2,3,4, 10 10,4,3,2,1
Though months have passed I miss you dear
I’m lonely now without you here
Empty bedsheets cold beside me
Reminding me your soul is free
I press your sweater to my face
I miss so much your loving grace
Wool fibers hold your fading scent
Sweet smiles and the kind words you meant
I held your hand until the end
My turn is close around the bend
God took you from your pain and tears
Absolving you of all your fears
I think of you at great length
I miss your touch, your inner strength
Although it breaks my heart you’re gone
We’ll meet in Heaven later on
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