Agile music pouring out gentle quiet,
Furious sighs breaking through the soft shadows,
Beyond the moon, ebbs a beautiful riot.
Stars glistening, prompting the wind to transpose,
Reverse the dancing laughter, breathless pining,
Aching, trembling, quaking as the music slows.
Autumn’s beguiling, summer is declining,
Whispering kisses over mountain ascents,
Only God Himself could have done this signing.
Author of graceful laughter, warm precedents,
Soulful joys discovered beneath the sunshine,
Rays of glory raining down over contents.
Story of light pierces dark, the bottom line,
Father, Son and Holy Ghost, this light is mine!
Inclined
The movement of madness,
The selfishness of desire,
Who is higher ? Who is fire ?
Broken ascents,
Non-existent dividends,
Where is laughter ? Where is water ?
Deformed misinformation,
Dematerialized ambition,
What is sin ? What is wind ?
Transcendental realignment,
An ages long assignment,
Which is worth ? Which is earth ?
- Muthoni Tenn
I have seen the black face of his Kenyan father
With whom he didn’t go farther:
an absolutely Black Papa
Describing not the Diaspora Rappa,
His loudest trumpets for Jomo,
As Barak’s nearly were for The Homo:
Safer A self –reclaiming returnee
Than an ever groping escapee:
Better Kenya’s social leper
Than an American on paper
And heard have I of his unique white mama,
Who wouldn’t the flame surrender to coma,
Rockier getting than Nigerian’s Zuma
And quite the cougar of America’s Puma…
All that for fanciful catchers of History
And zestful peddlers of exciting mystery,
For say it I still
A-top our tallest hill:
The guy was all along full American,
To his boxers so, less Republican
His returns of cheers completely Un African
Ascents of staircases for the Mexican
His oscillating heard during speeches
Electric fan-perfect, no breaches…
Abort this try to find out
And –please- don’t fail to shout:
Ex-president Barrack Hussein
Lost only to the American smoking sin.
The dust on the lonely path
Blown by the wasteland wind
Meanders listlessly towards
The shimmering buoyant sea
The sapphire waves roll endlessly
On the golden beach outstretched
Adorning the supine sands
With the pristine pearls of love.
Silver moonbeam lattice makes
Dreams for the amorous night
Till the demure dawn ascents
On the sunburst hued horizon
Glistening the glossy dewdrops
On the grass of the garden
Enwrapping the rose petals
With pure patina of love.
In all these I could perceive
The beguiling beauty of love
And feel your dormant desire
To be enthralled by its charm
Revealing your fervent need
As a tenet of universal truth
I’ve miserably failed once more
For my heart couldn’t yearn enough.
_____________
July 2, 2021
Contest : Once More I Failed The Truth
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
In the midst of myself I see all a named through a blame of crystal ball garbage self imposed heaps of anarchic monumental fever itches slowly coalescing compost inflaming frolicking one step beyond destitute drowned drained primal ascents like muted strands of character counts contents--a sugary benign bene-violence renewed every 4th year by death trite trickery, bumming freedoms long necked, sticky fingered bullet borrowed Bogart abandoners like cool coup indifferentials-----hangless gyrations coordinated catastrophizes counter culture aberrations seeming short changed a dimes worth of democracy voices foot and mouth disease we move through dead brain catheters dreaming of cellular open ranges of slack composures minus politico contractual ill tongued bilateral lobotomy laden binormals laying waste to unsecured raptures---dicey yet decidedly temporary but elipticaliplapsing any Gods forgiving truth and moral divergence by appetite arbitration. Hence a gamely time of fecal folly foot loose and fancy toe tag free---------all's well that entrails well.
Like rainbow ascents gloomy sky after rain,
you’ll rise glowing from the abyss of pain.
You’re in my thoughts, wishing each day,
God’s healing touch cures you fast, I pray.
You’ll see sunrise after night of agony ends,
get well soon, my dear ailing friend.
March 4, 2020
Contest : Occasional Poetry
Sponsor : Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
from alephto tau
songs ofdegree
ascents of praise
for David&Solomon
psalm&songs
in
ministries of music
prayers
of
the wise
from places
of trust
engraved on the heart
of the lost
songs of loves
dedication of words
sung
unto the Lord
prayer of the afflicted
overwhelmed
. . in complaint
living
testimonies of grace
in
psalms of praise
sung
with understanding
from
abimilech to shoshannim
to bring
remembrance of sin
in voices of poets
and
Moses
prayer to Him
We climbed to Keppel Cove and pitched our tents,
others camped at Grizedale Tarn by the shore.
From either side we agreed to make ascents
getting up early on Sunday before
other hikers would be reaching the top.
By compass ascending through murk and mist
above the clouds to emerge on an outcrop
with views to exceed what any had wished.
On to the summit we came together
with friends from the south who beat us to it;
blessed as we were with glorious weather.
On the trig point I blessed a ship's biscuit
a beaker of sherry shared as a sign
of Communion with a view so divine.
CRAZY QUILT MADNESS
crazy quilt madness,
sewn onto muslin squares.
nothing square, about these cool croppings.
left over scraps become something unique -
beautiful, with buttons and floral encryptions -
forget me - knots.
crazy quilt madness,
my life’s serene lift of lived-in patterns,
adventurous ascents onto glaciers and mountains,
descending waterfalls and into voluptuous valleys.
crazy quilt madness
of family sorrows, and peeks,
weaving in and out of all its metes.
a grand landscape of life well-lived.
crazy quilt madness:
join the therapy group.
cut into the cathartic cloth.
snip away and sew, yourself,
into the freedom of frenetic fancy.
leave behind the perfect squares,
for the perfect lives,
in the perfectly square, cookie cutter log cabins,
and join me in wild despair,
picking juicy berries of lonely snippets
for a “berry” good time under the moon of
crazy quilt madness.
9/29/2017
The skimming winter day
Becomes flushed angrily
Pushing with licentious revelry
And scowling delicately astray
The day vanishes into the night eye
And dread ascents with a feeling scream
The night flickers in cherishing gleam
As life proceeds--a brilliant dusk settles over sky
HOW CAN YOU LOVE ME
How can you love someone like me?
A monster who steals all happiness and peace
How can you stand, and look upon such a pitiful being
So pathetic, so hopeless, so lonely
How can you love someone like me?
A thoughtless person
How do you weather the times when I hurt you?
I seem cold, I become distant
You know those actions don’t mean I love you less
How can you love someone like me?
A rollercoaster girl
Forever speeding with unpredictability
Turns, twists and drops
Steep ascents following
Plummeting descents
Please tell me
How can you love someone like me?
©GDC2014
Pain come and go
people stay and stroll
death is a must
so live life
and take it slow
sleep is a ascents
so you need to rest them
knowing me i will never do it
so i trust in God
to see me through it
now you say
oh John you talking church now
well the devil is lie
so you better get it right now
i say death in all my poem
people wonder why i do it
so simple say it like this
death is coming
so prepare to go through it
i may talk and sound foolish to people
so i dont care what they say
all i know is this
i am going to heaven
so hope you dont die in vein.