Best Absolves Poems
The steadily falling cold August rains
Continue to pour upon Cheshires lanes;
Over flattening fields of soddened wheat,
Soaking the grass, splashing the feet.
Stands the Combine in the shed;
The unripened apples hanging rosy red.
Stands the caped heron all alone -
His glinting eye as cold as stone.
And in amongst the many puddles
We step around like our troubles:
So lurch ahead with our retreat
Like drunken fools in the street.
And through this months darkly frowns
The cleansing downpours wash the towns;
Scrubs the spire from ingrained time -
Absolves the guilt from the crime!
Choose Me.
I sit here upon this darkened sill.
Dust my meadow,cobwebs my forest.
Waiting for you to draw near.
I long for you to become my Master,
-and I your plaything.
Hold Me.
Wrap your fingers on my fiber woven flesh.
Mold me as if my body were clay.
Sculpting me to become your precise fit.
I am incomplete,an unfinished creation.
Grip my form,so I will forever belong in you hands.
Own Me.
Make me only yours.
Etch your name on the canvas of my skin,
leaving your mark with a ravenous kiss.
The stroke of your breath branding my secret places.
Dress Me Up.
Undo my buttons.Dress me in crimson silk.
Lace up my stockings,the way you like it.
You alone control our unbridled imagination.
I alone,am your shameless object of desires.
Lead me to your darkest corners,
and I shall fill you with undying lucid light.
Pose Me.
Let you gently move my body to play your game.
My Master,for I shall always let you conquer me,
as I desire only to be your private conquest.
Dance With Me.
Lift me up into your arms,let me inhale your essence.
Hold me tight against the contour of your body.
We will dance to your amorous mortal orchestra of rapture.
Yes, Play Me.
You my Master, are truly the maestro of my wanton song,
and I, your instrument holding every note for your seductive measure.
Your delusion-conceives my reality.
Lay Me Down.
Lead me gently to your bed of promises.
Whisper carnal secrets in my ear,for I will never tell.
By your side, I will stay always and watch you sleep,
with each breath you take I long to penetrate your soul.
To share your heartbeat, without yours mine exists not.
Choose Me.
Let me be your Mistress and satisfy your persuasion.
The Angel you long to taste.
The Saint that absolves your sin.
The Gatekeeper of your thoughts.
I sit here upon my darkened sill.
Dust my meadow, cobwebs my forest.
Choose Me.
Take me now,and I avow solemnly,
that for all the sands of eternity I will always remain,
~your little RagDoll
He stumbles on the subway
Initially I cringe
I'm put off by the way he smells
From alcoholic binge
He mumbles incoherent
I start to feel ashamed
I slide my hand in my front pocket
Fumbling for some change
But I don't think he's asking
And now I feel confused
Why suddenly he's deathly still
In contemplative muse
It's then I sensed my pity
That's founded in this thought
This vagrant's smell is rank with failure
Surely mine is not
But just as surely comes the notion
That my thought is wrong
That maybe this man's always been
My equal all along
And in my mind I contemplate
Why I refused to see
My world won't be so bad a place
If love is given free
And so my judgment loosens as
I know not where he's been
A brotherhood in harmony
Absolves the need for sin
I owe this man his right to freedom
The same that he owes me
I spare myself the cost of pain
And simply let him be
And from that moment on I'd ponder
My inner vagrancy
But was it me who smiled at him
Or him who smiled at me?
I have never felt more betrayed
Than when you lied to me
Never was I more dismayed
Than when I cut you free.
Love I sought, and not with guarantee
I never wanted this disaster
Then your flotsam and debris
Stole precious days of laughter.
No more happily ever after
I do truly understand
What is a complicated answer
I know our woe you never really planned.
I bid you a sad and firm adieu
But love absolves. I forgive you.
Shielded, his logic affects distrust - chill resolve
Mine scatters like dust, dissolves
His lust for my mind absolves
Allows this love to evolve.
Barabas, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Barabas by T. Wignesan
This insignia that Barabas be
Seditious and murderous
None so worthy as he can be
Bartered body for Jesus
Criminal right down to genes
To our father of all is he son
For assassinating crowd he stands
Which acquits and absolves him
Just as it should be the crime
Paid for by a price equal deem
Be that the blood of his victim
Serve Barabas to redeem
(from Pierre Emmanuel’s « Les Jours de la Passion », pub. July 2011)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, October 13, 2014)
Silent Holy Night
In a manger in Bethlehem
Were three strangers, looking for a bed
There was a star above
Bright and holy
Guiding the three wise men
On camels they rode slowly
In a stable behind the Inn
There was that miracle that absolves all our sin
There was a star above
Bright and Holy
Mother Mary giving birth in her full glory
There he was baby Jesus, in rags but soon to tell his story
In a holy place long ago
There were traitors who could not let go
There was the cold desert night
The stars leading the righteous bright
Glory be, the new born son of he
Leading the world to peace and humanity
In the darkest of hearts that there may be
He brings hope to the silent ones
The holy night of eternity
Note: Last of the trilogy for Christmas
Ode to a canvas print
Background: a sullen sky, pale
light at horizon. Green-water sea
of snowcapped swells, hint of
nightfall in the breaking waves.
Foreground: a bivouac of logs stand
watch, side by side like siblings,
darkened by salt and storm, oddly
illuminated at base, as if from
some celestial flashlight. Shaped
like a ship's prow, or nave of
a church, alpha at shore, omega
in the sea, signaling the way
to an infinity beach.
"Here, You Enter," seems
the summons, cradled for a while
in a circle of safety, their gate
to the winds, your weary body's Zen,
O Passenger, en route to the skies.
Here you enter, here you end,
in the arms of the sea. She,
who absolves all pain
and compromise.
Negativity ensnares you,
Whispering its deadly tune,
Caressing your doubts,
Coaxing your spirit,
Muffling the light,
Captivating your addiction
Entranced within the melody,
Absorbed into the lyrics,
Deafened by the volume,
Feel the rhythm
Repetition binds you,
Spreading its infectious beat,
Enticing your habits,
Exhausting your energy,
Depleting the hope,
Breaking your fortification
Entranced within the melody,
Absorbed into the lyrics,
Deafened by the volume,
Feel the rhythm
Ipseity absolves you,
Preserving its emphasis,
Comforting your fragments,
Converting your fragility,
Reproducing the unabridged,
Decomposing your eclipse
Entranced within the melody,
Absorbed into the lyrics,
Deafened by the volume,
Feel the rhythm
Entranced within your melody
Absorbed in your voice
Deafened by its radiance
Feel your rhythm
i have wandered the dusty back roads of my youth
cut through cotton fields that screamed their brutal truth
crossed the burning sticky blacktops in bare feet
drank honeysuckle nectar-each drop hot and sweet
the southern summer's cloying--relentlessly hot
now i know these childhood days were my Camelot
i knew every alley--shortcut--and hidden path
i was myself then-in my hometown-in the past
i have traveled the superhighways ten lanes wide
lost myself in a city--miles from side to side
i have wandered Alpine glens and climbed their peaks
on borrowed time measured bitterly in mere weeks
my children are reduced to--murmurs on the phone
yes-i can tell you why most people die alone
i guess i don't think i will live to get that old
to have to wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled
and now i notice the road's begun to narrow
feel the trauma of my lifetime in my marrow
i note the edges of my vision growing dim
feel death's determined hold firmly from within
i feel unfocused--my brain on auto-pilot
my sleep is deep and dreamless and deathly quiet
the trees enclose--the road's a tunnel--cool within
the ancient Spanish moss absolves me of my sins
once set upon this road there is no turning back
with great apathy i acknowledge this as fact
©Danielle White
Sitting in church at night,
She wondered at her plight.
Asked God why me?
Reason I don't see.
What is the purpose of life?
Why it is full of strife?
Why are we born on earth?
Why of miseries there is no dearth?
Will death end it all?
Or will I be born again to endure it all.
Please lord guide me,
I surrender unto you, help me.
Suddenly she heard the voice of God within
"When your sins end, you will see your soul within
Miseries absolves Sin
Have faith in me I am your kin"
"All those who surrender to me,
Are surely liberated by me."
With a smile girl went away,
She smiled at her miseries from that day.
Date: 12/18/2020
Contest Name : A Rhyme Story-Poem With Eyes On
Sponsor : Mystic Rose Rose
Premier contest winner 5th position
Enterprising Henry IV declares suzerainty over state
Xenophobic princes seek the royal prerogative to abate
Cautious king uses diplomacy, threats his minions to subjugate
Old rivals in Saxony Henry's consolidation with tyranny equate
Morose princes in the hinterland seek to avoid a similar fate
Manic King Henry sends his forces the opposition to eradicate
Unifying his kingdom, Henry dispatches puppets, builds forts his
subjects to ingratiate
Nouveau Pope, Gregory VII, seeks his spiritual fiefdom to
accentuate
Invoking ban on German King's power to bishops nominate
Calculating King refuses to cooperate with this diabolical dictate
Arrogant Pope responds to Henry's disobedience with a writ to
excommunicate
Terrified, Henry performs penance to wipe clean the slate
Ecclesiastical mantra restored; Pope Gregory VII absolves the
humbled magnate
Demeaned but not demised, Henry continued to temporal, spiritual
power appropriate
20/8/2009
In my cupboard life
creeps
a living mannequin
The deception:
no acceptance
and tepid;
a biological kind
Gaia prevails
while I fall
into disarray
Bid thee-
make me whole
Whisperin winds
by my bed declare:
"Always pay
the price
today"
Grandeur on stiletto
Tis' the blade,
not the shoe
that offers escape
Yet,
preference falls to-
the leathery hide
Luscious lips,
a glint in the eye,
renewed bust;
the goddess Aphrodite
Scalpel and skin
A book of vanity,
Another year to hide:
"Patience my dear..."
Confused fleshly desire
Life's destiny yet realized
As Agni succumbs to frost
A shadow forlorn
A kinder memory
I resonate plush
and wantonness
Solution absolves me
from torment
As I pass upon
the fiery gorges
of acceptation
and far away gone
bigoted taboo
For three hundred days
my mannequin stirred
Something inside,
emerges through
Braving forward,
I steer the porch;
fire and lightning
at the same time
Not the boy they knew;
just me
The perfect me
I'm going home.
Seashell
as I take shape
i lie here in wait
the wind beating
upon my back
my image carved out
by gritty sands of
life
i feel my grooves;
their hardness
i get smoothed over
by the warm sun
but jagged edges
still remain
not as pristine as
when I began
i am swept up
by the gentle palm
of tide
the water-it
absolves me
rightly cleansed
i face sand and
wind again
picked up and thrown
down
never the right fit
battered by the
elements of time
as I take shape
lifted up from this
place of toil
at last
held to my saviours’
ear
i sing a song of
redemption
for my glorious god
to hear
-8/3/14-
Form:
You may say that I’m crazy,
Deny I’m a Christian,
But I say our lives are just what we have chosen,
Though my logic seems hazy
And message seems Faustian,
If stuck, you should think if you want to be frozen!
Do you have to be right then,
With whom lies the verdict,
The world falls apart then will you be the scapegoat?
Does God handicap free men,
Did devil give edict,
Are you only one who is fearing a cut throat?
Now on first glance my premise
Might seem pretty silly,
Though it's also simple, 'Life's Always My Choosing!’
I can visualize grimace,
(Reception is chilly),
“A meteor hits my house! How's that me losing?”
You deny that you took risk
And odds went against you?
Were you just unlucky? Your choice made it happen!
My conclusion may seem brisk
But how can you argue
For all that I’ve done is make logic my weapon!
You should note I’m not saying
My model's not crude! Still
A pragmatist's sense is it could be the answer.
Goals accomplished by praying?
Most futures are landfill!
But trust in God’s Grace and feel light as a dancer.
Yes, a good life is easy,
Just don’t wait for rescue
For fate favors sailor who repairs his rigging!
When the trade winds are breezy
Help friends to continue,
Don’t settle for sorrow when choice includes jigging!
Long Tooth
May 11, 2017
Poet’s Notes:
In this poem I intend "Goals accomplished by praying?" to be ironic and “Most futures are landfill” to be an exhortation to action on your part as opposed to depending on the Almighty to fix all of your life’s difficulties. Christ died on the cross to prove His love and to reconcile us to God. That should be enough, though He may, in fact, give us more, we should (and can) handle most things with the talents, the gifts He has already given. It may not be true that we literally “choose” everything that life throws at us, but what I am in fact convinced is true is that life works better for those who do take personal responsibility for whatever happens to them, even if they are not responsible in fact.
We should always be careful what we pray for, I think! God might give it to you! When you acknowledge God's Grace though, it frees you from "false guilt" which cripples many people and strengthens your bond to your heavenly Father (who absolves you of real guilt as you live in faith in Him!)