Rust flaked signposts,
from dew-stain,
era enigmatic,
omen, symbol,
scratched by,
yellow fog weather,
floating visual,
or pigment’s,
crumpled inmost span,
waned crossing,
I peer with,
hazed whimsy,
on my prime flush,
streetscape ambit,
what is destination,
but infinity of kismet,
elliptic nudge from afar,
“BLINDLY” lolling in,
circular pursuit,
then founding paradigm,
raise the “BLINDS,”
wisps of unearthly whisper,
almost orange-red robin,
yet impactful brain stroke,
luminous and lucid,
a close kin carols,
your inlying map,
is weatherproof,
absorb urban soundings,
with gut sense hunch
Beaming eyeballs,
and orbs,
from first blush,
offspring frolicsome,
as they dot,
geosmin odoured pavement,
whilst shrieking impishly,
with infectious,
cuddly cheep,
parents shepherd,
yet they exude,
at bounce captured,
cordial conducive,
in electrifying,
picturesque swathe,
orange-scorched oriole,
with coal-black plume,
on urban shade tree,
townscape as hub,
endowed cosmopolitan,
brimful brio, ginger, dash,
kundalini wakened,
as sultry vault,
vigilant ambience,
ample alignment to,
ice tea mint gust,
aroma mediating,
splash of amber sun wash,
neath navy welkins,
that taunt and sketch,
wooing ambit,
extracts of,
aroha’s
indigo index
Don't come in uninvited.
Don't even knock.
Wait for me to appear
in your heart's ambit
For I am, after all,
the wisdom of
your own
mind.
I will tell you the combination
to my safe, a secret
which changes every day
sometimes every hour
and then every
moment.
This should
not puzzle you.
You are the lock,
the locksmith and
the key.
Christopher M. Swan 2009
To the ends of the Earth let us go
Where the river of the Gospel will flow
Evil’s allowed to grow tall
So one day it may fall
God’s plans are much wiser than we know
The banquet is ready: Invite!
Don’t ignore Christ’s call or the Light
Excuses we defend
Many lost in the end
Fear God and serve with all your mind
By faith and through Christ we are led
To the Kingdom where all will be fed
Miss the train, miss your place
So respond to God’s grace
By His call we are raised from the dead
So to all who’s minds begin to swell
Remember what’s in Dante’s Hell
Think you’ve got it made
Don’t be throwing shade
Over the soul who has said it is well
So to the ends of the Earth
Don’t shirk or skirt the birth
A birth that is worth
More than gold in this purse
So don’t quibble about “Who’s on first?”
From the Genesis gambit of the creation of life
Is found succinct in the ambit of the Gospel of Christ
The goddamned quondam sinners
Are made whole by the perfectly lived life He delivers
He suffered all things categorically (for you and me)
By the torturous hell of hanging on The Tree
He did ascend (He did rent and mend) He has risen
Gathering all His people (of all times) by the Life He has given
God takes care of us from above,
His blessings brace with lasting love.
Peace reaches us on wings of dove,
ambit of divine feel grows
in soul’s sanctum where bliss glows.
Fear haunts in the darkness of night,
God dispels it with astral light.
Gracious kind bequest of delight
suffuses dull life with glee
as we go by His decree.
Compassion we seek, get from Him
to live devout life to the brim,
pious hearts pulsate with His hymn.
Distressed get help in disguise,
become copiously wise.
Peace prevails in the mangled mind,
traces tranquility defined.
With trail of mirage we’re aligned,
wise life’s long path isn’t in view.
That’s when He gives foresight new.
Anguished times’ wrath we feebly face,
but escape the fright with His grace
as sanguine solace we embrace
calmly without vanity
at peace peak with sanity….
Sing His glory
in the realm of eternity.
First blush fountain azimuth of hued rays
wet patio shrub basket in the haze
zealous heartland tower cry as life force
celebrate and savour August rare days
Magenta skylines cluster silken clouds
blue ocean colour eyes that worship shrouds
a fancy surreal canvass so divine
it mesmerises jubilant bright crowds
Summer fun arcades stoke our dream world mind
gasps of red tint bliss a peak season find
earthbound poise dilates refulgent cascade
rocking beach tune fare blurs dark strain purblind
Sapphire plinths that anchor stoic ambit
vision on parade my high rise gambit
traipse amid the dahlia euphoric
seventh heaven rapture’s cloud nine orbit
Under the scorching blaze of the craving sun
The desiccated life suffering forsaken parched
Searches for a wayside tree of gratification
To provide the satisfying shade of success.
The fulfillment of deep desire of irresistible love
I irresistibly desire from the core of my heart
Subsumes seamlessly the passionate hedonism
That takes me to the ambit of enticing impulse.
Chasing mirage on dwindling dunes of despair
Hope lost of taking life to the illusion of oasis
As sand storm of setback brews in the horizon
I enter the awareness realm to surpass crave.
The insight restrains the demanding dreams
Lest these plunge to languish in life’s abyss
Push the self to the destructive domain of fear
At the disappearing edge of the ebbing hopes.
My mind then develops special skill of courage
Cultivates aspirant ability to evade the urge
Repulsion frees me from the bond of attraction
As I feel aversion sprout from the seed of desire.
________________
September 30, 2022
Contest : Desire And Aversion
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
Penumbric Fringe
David J Walker
The lateness of the hour
Measured in the meter of the
News-mans message
The Hour is Late
But not come
Cries the downtown crier
The lateness of the hour
With unrealized power
From the sun
But then
They will be they
Won’t they
They are the one-word
Future
The lateness of the hour
Is Time
And time again
Repeated in
Ambit chaos
Within the penumbric fringe
"The winds of change" a Briton warned
In his speech to South Africa,
Meaning that those who were scorned
Might soon rule the republica.
Many heard what he was saying
From the parliamentary podium
But most were probably thinking
He had smoked a shot of opium!
No one made capital from this.
Not even the underdogs!
It is true that their nemesis
Had guns, hippos and dogs!
Clever circles murmured the phrase
But even they didn't backdrop it.
Was it all a wild goose chase?
Was it anywhere within their ambit?
But the winds of change reached the shores!
The apartheid forces resisted!
However, the winds entered the doors!
And universal suffrage was instituted!
British premier Chamberlain was right!
He'd looked from his vantage point.
Democratic South Africa came to sight:
An idea that might have seemed quaint!
4/16/2022
The hull lolls,
anchored to a fouling current.
Juggernauts of heat sleep under a leaden sky,
bugs lurch and slow skirt.
I nod over my spine, afloat on a humming haze.
An osprey jumps out of a high ambit,
swooping fast.
I imagine a wind in the wake of its wings.
The bird dives, cleaves the light, arrow bright
parting the weight of these doldrums.
The wallowing skiff seems to shrug off the heavy air
as talons scoop up a wriggling fish
together with my up-lifted mind.
right to left me read please
every poem must have a word
like a keystone centered in it
the word is
OR
then there must be a symbol-word
misplaced, out of place,
something unsettling must take place
a hapax legomena like
TUSK
now the bowl is cracked
wabi-sabi
on a white page
some ink has been spilled
even a random accident has great meaning
if it can be read
you see something invisibly big
or something too small to ignore
a coin falls onto the floor
OR
it hangs in the air spinning on and on
never reaching
ambit
a poem is like that
never arriving
always reaching
r m l t r -
it in is truth
Get me a matchstick
And the rogue over there quickly pick.
Or you fetch me smoker’s lighter,
Whose flame is assuredly brighter,
Pouring me out some petrol
From our jeep long on patrol…
Jungle Justice is beginning to itch like lust,
Last week’s, a badgering must!
The fair-play funded by fire
And aided by vindictive tyre:
An impatient crowd’s justice,
Permitting no armistice:
Rather like our dirty street,
Every burnt body, a nice treat!
Still rubber trying to locate?
Or what it should cost calculate?
Please, let me have a bundle of unsmiling ropes
That should dash an escapee’s lurking hopes,
With this ridding our society of a bandit…
They’re real Trial Judges within our ambit.
No sooner are their wigs worn
Than The Hardened confessions are born:
His true identities peeping back at you,
Their impossible hideout proving to be true.
Old timers freely recalling their first operation,
A neat fingering of even the day of digression
But now to them no show of leniency
Nor our determined hands control their proficiency.
Flakes as silent satin
Sail down salubriously
Dissipating into stupefaction
Hitherto ramming clay
They were the forlorn harbingers
Before a cataclysm of sposh
Burst through the firmament
Like a derailed locomotive
Besmirching any implement in ambit
The innocuous sniff of sposh
Vilifying my cranium
As with a burst of gore
Revivifying to the hub
After an interlude of rhythmic diminution and distend
A rapturous ardor of splendor
Garnering me into a frosty sphere
Of flakes and satin
Methinks it snows.
Groaning and mourning
Separate body from mind
Joking, poking and rocking
Calm nerves, propping me up to find
My way back home
Where I cavort into the comfort
Body and mind need to roam
Free of the discomfort
I encounter when from home I stray
Hoping to delight my heart, to leave the past behind
When to my God I pray
As in stock I nurture no axes to grind
With either friend, fiend or foe
In sane circumstances and distances
Ensuring hoe and woe
Disenfranchise no gallant glances whose dances
Ascertain body and mind cooperate
In perfect union with objectives
I’ve set to operate
Within modicum motives
Driving initiatives I take
Within the ambit of my powers
To correct a mysterious mistake
Concealed in favourite flowers
I tendered to my secret admirer
To placate misgivings she expressed when I broke the news
We were no longer interested in views held by the inquirer
Who chose to block the engagement that run counter to his vitriolic views.
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