Admittance Poems

The Galactic Order of Divinity

If this G.O.D. is real, then it’s only a matter of time 
when we’ll find out if we, mere humans, are worthy 
Do we have what it takes to even be considered 
for membership? Or must we wander into the Twilight Zone? 
Have we developed the proper qualifications 
for admittance into the Order? 
G.O.D.is constantly intervening 
One way, or another 
Be it by direct contact - an Angel's voice in the clouds
or secondhand news like the Bible (but It's Good News at least!)
or a crash landing in someone’s backyard (like Roswell)
Why talking snakes or burning bushes 
are not a sure sign of probable insanity 
One can only imagine 
There is so much mystery to be had 
Perhaps, it’s time to embrace life by the bells 
Even gawk at the enormity of our predicament 
It’s time to put aside our petty differences 

I'm raising my hand in hopes of being chosen 
Because, in my heart of hearts, I know 

                                        We may not be the only species
                                                   being considered by the G.O.D.

THERE'S A WIDENESS IN GOD'S MERCY

Down the corridors of mortal existence 
He pursued me without ceasing,
Never yielding in his search of the lost,
Nor flinching from the wounds he carried 
To gain admittance to my broken heart.

Out of a love beyond finite understanding,
He poured his abundant grace 
Like a cascading fountain,
Showering me to cleanse and heal.

He gave himself for me,
When he brought his heavenly kingdom 
To reign within, where 
Once I ruled in my life.

Nothing compares to the mystery 
Of God's holiness being implanted 
In this empty vessel
Because of the sacrifice of one pure Man
Upon a cross of guilt and shame.

I can only surrender to his invitation,
Knowing I am known 
Since before the dawn of creation -
Made in his perfect image, 
Now restored in gold.

If by thought, word or deed 
I mar the redeemed body,
I am impelled to confess 
Before him, who stands in my defence,
Since he has atoned for all my sin.

At peace in the presence 
Of him, who is the Prince of Peace,
I look to a time out of time
When I will be in eternal glory
To bow before him as Lord of lords 
And King of kings -
My brother and friend.

God Or god Or

God is not a cliche, 
but a derivative of historical man's interpretation 
via ancient civilizations' understanding 
as to what a 'deity' 
symbolic model 
that they had extrapolated 
for the mere reason of 
controlling the masses
by undergoing thorough 
the guides and, or guise 
known as 

"centralization of ideology." 

Easy if you got a book
like a Bible,
or a Koran,
or a Torah,
etc.

Egypt had Ra, 
Romans had Jupiter, 
Greeks had Zeus, 
Norsemen had Odin
and American Indians according to their tribes
and Hawaiians had them too
our's was Kane

Thanks to the missionaries, 
who had brought the 'g'od fact into perspective, 
via, 
the capitalization factor. 

In my view, 
'tis a futile attempt of 
The Early Churches
to part WAY 
what I--
and the silent, 
have known ...
in the aforementioned.

It was part of my thesis 
for Theology Admittance 
when I was 16, 
extra points for raw concept
methinks ethnic bias--Hawaii College.

Easy with my Mom, ...
"Just 'mum' on that subject son."

To Those

To those
who gave up everything
they knew, they lived, they loved,
To give me
my Today
my American day:

Were that small
leaking stinking wooden ship
sailing today
bound for America,

And they be
crowded on the bow
watching in great anticipation
as an unknown skyline
emerges from the mist...

What would they see?

A gate across the waters...?
Signage saying
   No Admittance.
   No immigrants allowed.

And a statue weeping.

Even the Rain

Gentle rain, soothing, calming
A weary soul, a mind who is silent
Whispering hope, kindness - empathy
Tenderness stirred with the sigh of wet
Whims, inspiring the serenity within
The feeling of peace – wisdom’s hint

Soft rainfall, comforting, quieting
Like a still, cool smile from the heart
Who knows that real love is alive
Inside the one who knows Him, the light
The Savior who wipes away each tear
With the same hand that lingers
Inside the song of rain lulling the soul
To listen to the faithful prayers
From those who know His ways

Relaxing raindrops, arousing joy
Where there was once a darkness
Now lives the moment of anticipation
Promising the spirit – reassuring
So that His love fills this expression
Creation’s admittance that even
Showers hold the smiles of a King
The Prince of peace brings peace
To every creature, each creation
Who believes He is the Son – the 
Truth who brings us out of darkness
With grace that frees, mercy
That believes He truly is the reason
For believing – the reason for worship
The reason – for the praise that … Even the rain can’t help offering!

Afternoon Hiatus

Afternoon Hiatus 

Counting footsteps at dapper dawn’s increased insistence
As flurries of minutes in perpetual movement binds hands
To a spinning roulette of prioritized importance
Motivating motives of revelations demand admittance
And attention’s effervescent energy 
Like the ordered notes in a music box rebellion
That winds down when solitary sol begins to slide
Past the apex of day’s light that tumbles
Toward the waiting, wandering, sea’s vertical vortex
In long beams touching yawning midafternoon
Begging the tattered taskmaster time
Sit down!  
Be still!
In china cups from time before
Savor the pearls of tawny topaz perfume 
Carried from exotic mountain slopes
Amber ambrosia steeped in afternoons long passed
To pause
Pushing back on the tempo of time’s insistent intervals -
To disconnect in soaring sighs
Of an afternoon holiday in hiatus.  

1-29-21
Contest: Hiatus
Sponsor Chantelle Anne Cooke

Electrified Emptiness

As contracting fearful thoughts creep in
we look at the ego urgings
with astonishment being of foreign origin
illusionary images spewing

Thought forms that we allow admittance
signal correspondent affinity
for porous emptiness of joyous innocence 
throbs with bliss in continuity 

10-September-2020

Mystery Seeds

Mystery Seeds

Uninvited to my garden party -
Skepticism abounds 
At faces hidden by woody capes
Maybe innocence masked in suspicion
Absent an invitation – party crashers
Of unknown origin
And unknown certification; 
Weed or wildflower – 
Herb or herbaceous horror –
Maybe alien blooms born on a meteor 
No toasts of welcome in dewy nectar
By garden residents -
Only side winding glances
Born of dubious -
Unwelcomed arrivals
With no return address
Arouse qualms growing like rosebush suckers
No RSVP for surprise attendees
Asking admittance
When curiosity stands up waving
Told “Sit down!”
While walking to the trash.

I missed the Mystery Seeds contest by a couple of minutes!  Just wanted to share the results from this fun contest theme.

Mystery Seeds

Mystery Seeds

Uninvited to my garden party -
Skepticism abounds at faces hidden by woody capes
Masked in suspicion
Without an invitation – party crashers
Of unknown origin – not certified 
Weed or wildflower – herb or herbaceous horror –
Maybe alien blooms born on a meteor 
No toasts of welcome in dewy nectar by garden residents -
Only sideways glances born of dubious -
Unwelcomed guests – qualms growing like rose suckers
No RSVP for surprise attendees asking admittance
When curiosity stands up waving
Told “Sit down!”
While walking to the trash.

Is-Ness of Being-Ness

Thought forms ripples appear when in stillness we meditate 
Bubbles gaining admittance owing to our childlike receptivity
Yet ferality disintegrates automatically unable to resonate 
At vibrations of Ohm with which we are in flowing connectivity 

As we be to become the is-ness of bliss in exploding rapture
Our presence in time dissolved is self existent Absoluteness
The mind body interface of Self recedes as a mere caricature 
We are as we are in seamless equivalence as the That Oneness

Our innocence of being-ness just is unseeking of any coordinate
Movement of attention is among layers of The Divine Love pulsation
As formless awareness we yet feel lifetrons within form celebrate
As we are and be in resonation with the omnipresent Ohm vibration

Such is the unending continuum 
Of our stillness attention pendulum

Anais Nin An

"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."                                                                      -Anaïs Nin         

Comprehensive thoughts arrive in the dark as we, unlit 
keep pace like sleepwalkers in a world of drum and jangle 
we never get close to the admittance of what we feel  

long winter buffs and isolation
what are we made of,  
wood ?
 
Pinnacles of surprise are set in motion   
from the moment we perceive ourselves in others 
the precious pursuit of company arrives,   
at friendship's door  

Through grace and restitution, 
everything can be understood; 

All embracing views set through enlightened souls
we are all Columbuses of this world
forever searching for each others border, 
 
what are we made of ?  
blood and vein .   

Jan. 30, 2020

Only As Sacred

You want to define Poetry,
behind the safety of your bars

Open the door to your cage,
a world awaits, whose feathers tar

Dusty journals and how-to books,
no longer serve you here

The price of your admittance,
an acknowledgement of fear

With words only as strong
as the impression they leave

And feelings only as sacred
—as memory retrieves

(Seattle Washington: March, 2017)

Only As Sacred

You want to define Poetry,
behind the safety of your bars

Open the door to your cage,
a world awaits, whose feathers tar

Dusty journals and how-to books,
no longer serve you here

The price of your admittance,
an acknowledgement of fear

With words only as strong
as the impression they leave

And feelings only as sacred
—as memory retrieves

(Seattle Washington: March, 2017)

Inspect Than Detect and Correct

Inspect than detect and correct.

Remittance for pittance was part of admittance.

Swerve after you observe the curve.

Receive, retrieve and relieve.

Amount of deceased increased and their
souls would be released.

Jim Horn

Write some poems using these words 
that rhyme.

Retreat For the Homeless

to cross...use other side of the street


the wall sign said...no...
littering...loitering...or...
soliciting...and...

customers only...
for admittance or exit...
at the sunset grill...

hells kitchen café...
with jazz cannibal music...
savor the flavors...

and crazy jimmy...
with all limbs multitasking...
alone...at the bar...

at sundown it starts...
the doors close till the next dawn...
hells kitchen gets hot...

party's now begun...
friendship-center gastro club...
the cops park outside...

no entry...exit...
by order...a top cop...charm...
clean streets until dawn...

when everyone leaves...
with coffee cups for begging...
change...for next nights treat...


stan sand

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