A stubborn heart will stubborn be,
No matter what God’s word decrees.
Each time a stubborn man says no
The harder still his heart will grow.
The sun's harsh heat that melts beeswax
makes clay soil so hard that it cracks.
Whether to love God or to hate
the heart's condition will dictate.
God sent Moses to meet Pharaoh
And to tell him, “let my people go.”
Pharaoh’s proud heart caused him to say
"I will not, God, your words obey.
His idols held sway in his heart
So, Pharaoh chose to play the part
of "Stubborn Mule" that would not move
e'en though God would his power prove.
In Pharaoh’s heart, he was a god
So, he was not by God’s might awed.
Who is this God who was unknown
to make him let his bondslaves go.
So, Pharaoh made his own heart hard
With each refusal, it was scarred,
God gave him up to his own way
Not even He could Pharaoh sway.
If today you should hear God say,
“Turn from your sin without delay,”
Do not like Pharaoh proudly say
“God, I will not, your word obey.
Life for a stubborn soul is hard
Each foolish choice leaves their heart scarred.
The fight with God, no one can win
So, don’t let Pharaoh be your twin.
my body grows lilacs
they swell in my ears
almost like beeswax
dispelling sounds,
cries of help
the sweet purple runs through me
reminders of cajole come to distract
the misty perfume
brings weary sighs
i must sleep
while awake, my head is etching for freedom
slumber brings opportunity
the real world lies there
like a guitar singing
fragmented moments are pieced together
Beeswax bumble betty sits in luxury in her steed’s antler nest.
Knowing that her situation is remarkable, maybe the best.
Others parade around but they never come this far west.
She is in her element, loving her hideout, in the antler’s nest
Beeswax bumble betty sits in luxury in her steed’s antler nest.
Knowing that her situation is remarkable, maybe the best.
Others parade around but they never come this far west.
She is in her element, loving her hideout, in the antler’s nest.
boisterous beekeeper was bathed, bound and belted.
besieged by bevy of beauties whose beeswax was melted.
fickle, frantic, frolicking friendly freedom, freshly felted.
persnickety, lickety-splickety personified, pointed and pelted.
On a sweaty, snarly summers eve swiggled, swayed and swelted.
I give up all my gold and silver
to touch a rose, to feel its beauty,
to hear the music of that crystal river,
to see the evening's sunset fiery ruby,
to barefoot walk-through evergreen, emerald grass,
how you radiate through the love’s quartz prisms, I want to see,
how you are even more beautiful in the years that pass,
I want to touch, I want to hear, I want to see!
I want to feel the beeswax from your lipstick,
to taste your kisses, sweet like butterscotch,
to sip your love and get drunk quick,
to look in your sapphire eyes, to sit there happy, cry, and watch.
Our love is like a circle with an unending diameter,
like an eternal white tinsel snowflake,
a daily kiss to all the flowers from our garden,
I want to touch, I want to hear, I want to see! I want to stay awake!
Our time on earth has slowly gone,
we had our laughter, our smiles, our tears,
we’ll soon wake up at the break of dawn,
and start to live for millions of years.
A curious cocktail of odours greets us
as we move in from playground
to corridor, to cloakroom, to classroom.
Beeswax fragrance: freshly buffed parquet.
Brasso smell: base metal turned to gold.
Jeyes Fluid: vapour killing vile germs.
Such alchemy starts our day with clean slate.
Playground cacophony left behind.
Now each sound has discipline, has purpose.
First bell: registration shall begin.
Next bell: proceed to assembly hall.
Lasses stand on round marks; lads on square marks.
Regular rows, parallel precision.
Stand to attention. Uniform inspection.
At ease. Handshakes and smiles. Peace be with you.
Silence pervades as we ponder our sins.
With ramrod fingers Miss thumps on the keys.
Staccato. Left. Right.
'Ride on Ride on in Majesty'.
A short sermon on compassion is served.
Then, school notices: soccer successes
and the listing of scallywags destined
for public thrashing at high noon next day.
Third bell: learning shall begin.
RI lesson. St Paul's Journey yet again.
In silence we colour in his route map.
With crayons on auto-pilot we day dream.
Our apostle arrives in Rome by morning break.
On a rainy chilled winter indigo and violet night,
howling furious wind blows with pounding fist against an old oak
and its boughs delivering knockout blows to all the leaves.
Lightning blast over the darkened sky followed by a crash of thunder
shaking the house, as pelting ceaseless rain beat against the window pane.
Malinda awoke addled from a deep restless sleep.
She sat up in bed, listening to the storm, with a haunted looked turned her head and looked into the flickering golden orange hue beeswax candle flame
casting moving shadows against the dark bedroom walls.
She got up and walked to the window and looked out.
Another jagged bolt of lightning streak across the sky
and thunder again shook the house.
She closed the curtains and walked back to bed
pulling the covers over her head.
3/30/2019
Poetry Contest: Specificity in Poetry
Sponsored by: Sheri Fresonke Harper
My charming husband hails from Halifax
Where they make the world’s finest beeswax
For years he worked preparing income tax
Wearing a suit and tie with neatly pressed slacks
He would take care of details including sales tax
Correspond with clients usually by phone or by fax
The day he retired he reached an all-time climax
I proposed he start to learn to play the sax
But he says he loves to chill and just relax
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 23, 2018
denouement
warm honey flows
through beeswax veins
and pools upon cloth
of azure blue
glow of sun filtered
filigree through leaves
an open window invitation
to Sunday just across the sill
a hawkers sing song cry
from the cobbles below
berries, sweeet strawberries
come buy my lovely berries
sudden feather gusts of morning breeze
bring scents of fruit and jasmine
to my bed
but I am too lazy to move
to disturb the honey flow.
Arunansu
your name is a river running
smoothly through deep wooded rifts
your poems are little paper boats
carrying a candle of sandalwood and beeswax
upon the night tree's ancient branch
a black panther watches
U F O is a W d o p u y t r e s a d f g h k l k m n b v c xz q?
Feeling ill cam be understood to be akin to laying down upside down on a constantly rotating piece of grass that moves so rapidly that ground cannot really fathom a place to stand still. But stillness is not stagnation nor is it syllables stalling for stillness is often likened to a giant hexagonal bee swarm rotating royally signalling to jester fish that the top of a yogurt reads the same as the top line of a paragraph but minus the full stop. Equations equipped equatorial effluent efflorescent elephant. And a stripey square ball rolled away in a hexagonal formation before jumping into the swimming pool. Bowl then. But only wearing a bowler hat. Great. Now that is done the items can be imagined to be interested in inkwells'. Fantastical news for ten z frames, a beeswax curdle, a shrinkable curry, a curriculum carriage, and a force ten thousand gale singing a pleasant hymn. Loudly. While practising gymnastics with a fork lift truck and a lorry in a leotard. Z organizationally Z at forty one knots knitting ro eighteen balls of wool lugging loaded leaf loaves. X
The jumping jellies in wellies are singing like la la la
Space suited shells are quite adept at leaning through cubby holes and travelling for a long time. A long time is a lengthy length leaning. But not leaking for leaking is akin to leering and leering belong to lecherous old whales in suits sat on many benches in rows. Rows reaching raiding retching rumps. And rump steaks are mashed to a pulp by a size six hundred shoe having a hop down a stairway. Never mind the beeswax ear drums and kettle fish dance for ot is merely a movie shown here on a screen. A flat screen is often displayed on a suitcase isn't it? Wow how often the occurring jam configured jar invites the ham to a sandwich party. Quite often. But a table top clap is a riot of absolutism that abolishes apple pips. Eradication eating eggplants. Oooh mystic moo tune. Great. Dance then. Hahaha the sponges are riding the paperbacks. Hahah swan dip in the cup. Xxxxx colonisation z z z z at nineteen herrings hearing harpsichordists' to fourteen financially dynamic dynamited digital dogs. Z so why wobble wobble with curd then z z z z z z zbhvq at platform five six seven. Z
“Laws of the land enslave our people”
-Robin Hood
Sunlight glances off the flint tip
As justice swims through the air
The belly of the bow stave
Carved in yew
Whose nock, twined in hemp
Bonded in beeswax
Burns with the passion of man
Forged in the forest
Practiced on the buckle
Freedom flies true
Freedom
Flies true
01/28/12
A symphony of simplicity,
The rugged log cabin with the very tall spruce tree.
Decorated lovingly by the parents and children,
Home made decorations.
Deliciously baked cookies in the shape of Christmas symbols,
A gold ribbon tied to each so you could place the cookie on the tree.
The delicious popcorn and red and green paper chains,
Gold stars cut out of paper and carefully placed on the tree.
The rugged table and chairs set with a beautiful tablecloth,
Candles of beeswax placed on the table with branches of spruce.
The dishes simplistic yet beautiful,
The parents and children wore pioneer fashions.
The women wore long dresses of cotton,
The men wore handsome suits.
Presents homemade with care and love,
Placed under the Christmas tree.
A dinner of home cooked potatoes and roast beef with sauce,
A delectable homemade pie and freshly baked bread.
All cooked by mother and the children,
They all sat at the table, father said a prayer.
Thankful to be together again.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
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