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A Spring

Speak…!!!! And God will honor your faith and make every good thing…so! Amen and Pressing-on!



There is…a spring

that runs through our desert

it tends our aridity…

arrests…our drought.

There is…a spring

that waters our dry frames

and alleviates…our brittleness…

quenches…our parch.

Without it...

we would curl-up and crack

like sunbaked, dry bones...

that have no more marrow.

The name of this spring…?

Love.

The source of this spring…?

God.

 

EZEK 37:1-14

 

 jmsbell-6/29/2024

Prayers seeding today

Every day till today, and upon this eighth will you pray? 
'A mountain of sin,' though that should be.!
Prepare the ground, its the soil for a tree.. Of faith
That will grow' and thrive will enrich; and against aridity
Strive, Youval to rejoice..' Noach in flood.! Harani the
Mountain ' that will not budge?' The Word that was,
And Is to come.' Oh Holy and annointed One! move upon
This man of sin..' open his heaven, go deep in' turn him
Around 1,080 degrees! spin him Lord till he's on his knees!
Break his will, crush that heart of stone, divorce him Lord
From all the sin he has owned.' Call him now in the deepest
Way! ( to rejoice in the promise) and proclaim of
Yeshua in these seminal days.'

Three Sister Winds

Three sister winds,
Ephemeral progeny,
Spawned by the sun's relentless
But passionless heat,
And the earth's inexorable
Grinding rotation:
Sirocco dances across the vast emptiness of the Sahara;
Mistral roams over the rolling plains and briny lagoons
Of the French Camargue;
Santa Ana, mistress of the paradoxical
Lush aridity of Southern California.
Solitary nomads these three siblings,
Never meeting,
Rarely resting,
Always appearing unannounced,
Creating with cold dispassion,
Then leaving in their wake,
Their own ephemeral progeny:
Summits and trenches,
Hills and valleys,
Crags and craters.
Sad reminders of their brief visits
And lonely passing.
Continually shifting,
Eternally sifting,
Maternally treasuring,
Methodically measuring,
As if carefully counting each precious grain
In the sands of time.

Quiddity

Timidity
Tepidity

Solidity
Rigidity

Viscidity
Turbidity

Fluidity
Lucidity

Gravidity
Flaccidity

Limpidity
Pellucidity

Placidity
Equanimity

Aridity
No humidity

Introspject

the slabs are huge and are uneven
sky horizon that is no longer perpendicular
another line is tangent to the straight line
stability donned its mist suit
it insidiously wraps around the curving walls
makes the mouth of life produce a trembling voice
words that echo slipping through the fog
acidity of knowledge that created a never again
aridity of the texture that covers the earth
greed for how hungry the time is
it's so easy to see mistakes
and see that soon we will all be
on the same painful side of this syringe

Mountain Senryu Or Haiku Series 022021

I
Hamid spoke of a mountain
See the forest
of Poetry

II
poets plow semi-aridity
with integrity
among words

III
sometimes silent, oft not
mountains imitate Existence
Zen obedience

The October Sun

How bright and jovial is the summer sun
Promising life and fertility
How different the October one
Dealing death and aridity
No longer do we espy a golden glow
Now there is but a dark blood red orb hanging low
Cyclopean with its brooding ,glowering glare
Sinister in its Saturnine stare
It is but the harbinger of a deathly gloom
There to lead Persephone down to her Plutonian tomb
There she will,with Demeter's reluctant assent,stay
Until the shoots of spring come out to play.

For My Love She Stands

What on her disgruntle to sidetrack my dear love-
When by all means all hers are the mainspring of my joy?
Her face; yea, hers, is the mellow effulgence of moon
That sweeps away malaise out of my face
Her smiles are the wellspring of my joy
That deluge me with utter merriment
Her voice is the musical warble of my day
That hum me melodies of comfort and solace
Now all her cascading tears; give them to me
They are the quencher I slurp for my emotional aridity

O ours is the entiwed souls tried-and-true
For all she gives I atone equally
Good and bad we stick like a cockle burr in a sheep's coat
In her galling dejection--when she is as weak as a clay pigeon,
My arms I stretch for her bulwark
And I relieve seeing her guffaw like a first swimmer duckling
Who lay her hassock when she topples?
Or where else on earth is the assuagement to her throes?

The Real Terror

The necktie wearers, and flag pin bearers
Combing arcane smiles 
With not one word out of place 
Colluded to recreate
Pearl harbor's reincarnate
History's wounds slashed by new swords
A mirror of quondam contempt 
Semblance of peace sat behind a podium
Truths interstice fogged 
Aridity of public sentiment 
Proved a deserted nature of love 
Thirsty for blood of whom we know not
Patriotism painted from a teleprompter 
As cobblers cleaned and mended
The boots which young feet filled
Whilst scoundrels signed a death waiver  
For workers to pluck cold limbs 
And prepare the fields 
Where black gold geysers 
Diluted the red stained, hallowed ground 
Commissioned were penny whistles 
And morts moaning on cue 
For quarry men slouched 
In the dirt, for eternal rest
Before rhetoric trumped up heroism  
The azure above was clear and crisp
Til mercurial darkness was summoned
On desolations blooming row
As pinwheels kept on spinning 
At the home of those who plot
Another stratagem, another canvas 
To splatter blood upon

Us

Touch me now
touch me here
where things dream
while the sun spoons the moon

Kiss me now
kiss me here
where water meets aridity
whenever soil quivers stone

Love me now
love me here
where two swirl into the wind
wondering into stars and...

Become.

Us.

Unfinished Poem-2

Wanton words or bits of paper
Flotsam and jetsam or progenitors
Damp squibs or ticking time bombs
Collect..and recollect
Their golden worth, silverfish and all
Revived or transmigrated
To touch earth’s core and zodiac zones
To recreate vibes syncing with a smart sun
On pretty turf bearing its sweet burden
Of coy blooms or breeze bushed
On mornings lying about in yards like spilt milk
Words that wouldn’t miss the woods for the tree
Moving  along paths, straight or wavy
Slicing through sheer life
Leaving left and right little islands
Of sunshine or sombre nights,
Bristling,though, with rain on fresh page
The epic stage for an unfinished call
Once left reticulated with a dumb aridity.







For Carol Brown's 'Pieces of paper..A poet's heart'

By: S.Jagathsimhan nair,   14 sept 11

No.1 in the above contest

Just For Fun

Rhyme Royal is half as long as sonnet
Maybe more intriguing for brevity
What can be written from under bonnet
With only seventy syllables, test one's ability
Writing rhyme royal during aridity
The C rhymes could be a short summary
New idea to share that's arbitrary

All-Encompassing

It’s so simple,
like the hue of oranges,
like citrus in the back of your throat.
It burns.

I want to drag his skin through my 
teeth,
taste the salt trailing
from the corners of his eyes,
lick the genius from the 
slightly-parted, mellifluous quality
between his lips.

I want to drain the green from his 
pupils
and the silken-purity silver from the 
stars, and 
smear it over my face till I 
run red with the rawness in it –
until I am saturated with what I most 
love.

I crave his mind, 
the stormglory-scent of his soul,
the incineration he injects with his 
breath,
the fire-pulse just beneath the 
surface.

I stand beneath the aridity of some 
god-forsaken slice of sky,
and I scream for rain because I 
thirst
and I gnaw my own bones as they 
ache -
I consume myself with hunger –
and I rip my hair from the root,
matted with longing,
but release no internal pressure.

I become a black hole,
a vortex of clenched fists,
cracking flesh,
his name unfurling like the sun
against the curled-paper 
walls of my lungs –
his taste beating
like the oxygen in my blood.

The Awakening

Dried by the arid soil,
Brown brush painted
Upon emerald,
Levanter of anguish
Wafts turmoil,
Breachings now herald…

Exposed foot of crimson,
Bled into crying incisions
Upon this aridity,
Fury of the earth
Kindles destruction, arsons,
The world drowns in debility…

Crimson foot,
You shalt stride a day,
Upon emerald meadows
Your pure blood shalt rear,
Your fragrance shalt endow,
                 
Where fidelity shalt kneel down and pray…

                                                                                      For my country, Palestine

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