Best Accordingly Poems
In those bleak fields that so quietly lie - stilled as graves,
Between where the thin wind creaks and upwardly heaves,
Unseen feet can sometimes be heard
Shuffling through the old woods discarded leaves.
For i have seen those strange distant lights
That detach themselves from heavens spilling crowds;
When dropping over the blindside of the little ridge
They rise to leap from cloud to cloud.
Impossible angles of inexplicable darting momentum -
Inwardly gyrating wheels now ingeniously turning;
Marvelous these the strange crafts of unknown design...
Yes - I have seen the night skies burning!
For well i remember as a reckless child
How i stole out to ascend that one forbidden hill:
Cast deep plans, set the clock ticking accordingly,
Rose, wrapped myself against Novembers raw chill.
Deep inside the Beech-hanger the Plough was struggling,
And over the despairing holt a devisive breeze...
As, of a sudden, on the edge of swirling darkness -
Showered particles upon vapourous ethers so violently seized!
Oh the hissing bolts of sizzling electrons -
Brilliance of colours like a dying meteors last rites!
Anti-Graviton paradox of mastered equational conundrum
Igniting the latent freeze within winters sharp night.
Radiant orb held aligned by polar-opposites forceful lines,
Spinning upon a singular point with such consummate ease;
Roaring furiously liken fabled dragon of Arthurian legend,
Hot breath licking across lines of illuminated trees.
Momentary seconds that crept alongside an age enraptured
Amidst tumbling thoughts of - "Just another Alien abductee"!
Then, gently tilting starboard, accelerating smoothly away,
Vanishing over the stacks and tiled rooftops of nearby Walton-Lea.
Often have i wistfully pondered in ever hopeful, watchful years:
What was it so witnessed as it hung before me in suspended flight?
And - with many cramming thoughts - groping for answers sought -
Recalling the wondrous moment of such an awe-inspiring sight!
I walk above all pain
risen and relentless
floating on borrowed air oblivious
This heart is impervious fortress, like stonewall embattlements
...that lie is twisted around every bitter past and hollow present
Meandering useless, wander and watch
Romances ebbing, flowing, flying, crashing...dead
Envy circles about my head
longer away, further removed...and lonely
This heart is porous Swiss, like wine-tasting afterthoughts
...that truth is a hulking shadow looming disproportionate
engulfing any new light on unseen horizons
Only wishing she might see and understand
My hot and cold passion platters served accordingly
apprehensive only in love's pursuits
timid like bullied school children cowering in corners
Brash and outspoken otherwise...shackled when it may matter
This heart is neglected farmland, like wartorn meadows
...that reality inhibits every bright angle of my soul
suffocating the man you would love...if you knew
I pray not for power or place, only for the
simple grace to look my neighbors in the face.
I seek not for silver or gold but only for the peace of God that brings
contentment to the soul.
I pray for the devotion and virtue of Ruth.
For the wisdom to take kindly the counsel of years and
gracefully surrender the things of youth.
For the courage of Esther I pray as before the king she
stood that day.
Father, give me a will and heart to be all you created me to be, and prosper
my hands to your work accordingly.
I pray that my life be an example of Proverbs thirty-one.
Missing You
The wind whispers and I focus my heart to hear.
Are you sending me your words?
Your thoughts?
I can think of nothing…but you.
My days are empty, and the clock moves slowly,
if not backward in reverse,
when I am not looking.
I hate time.
It has never been my friend,
It is not now.
The big man at the front will not tell me where you are.
He is cold and wears many colors on his vest.
It is okay.
The reality is enough.
You are safe, as “He” knows your venue, your place.
Angels are at your side, “His Love, His Grace”…
Prayed accordingly for you.
Daily!
The first when I wake, the last when I sleep.
Swift return my love.
Soldiers take chances, but be smart.
Be fast, accurate and on the mark.
I am waiting, we are here.
Come home…
We cheer!
YOU NEED TO KNOW
To live the life of attraction
You really need to take this action
First of all you need to know
Where your thoughts are you shall go
Be aware of all you think
Your thoughts are where you’ll find the link
Your thoughts are the link to state of bliss
The keys to glory that can’t be missed
Who is it that you want to be
Act on that thought accordingly
For when you do, with joy you’ll shout
That you’ve become what you think about!
What we think, we attract
Nothing ever has been so exact!
I live my life in this way you see
What ever I think I attract to me
I strive to fill my world with bliss
And always hold my thoughts to this
It’s not your genes that make up you
It’s what you’re thinking to be true!
We are the consequences of our thoughts
Think bliss my friend is what you ought
For in this state lies immense satisfaction
We become what we think about
It’s called the law of attraction!
The emotions and nature intertwine setting our mood,
Plan each day accordingly for the changing of one's attitude.
The silence within is quiet
like the newly fallen snow,
The happy thoughts within are discovered
like the flowers that begin to grow.
The anger of struggles within is a rage
like the thunderous storms,
The confusion unsettled within is everchanging
like the chameleon that constantly transforms.
The surprise emotions within stir
like the gust of cold wind moving endlessly,
The sorrow within causing pain is unbearable
like the destruction of the awaken tornado that impacts the land
tremendously.
The comforting gestures that calm our soul within are created
like the spectacular rainbow display igniting joy,
The sadness forms suddenly within is overflowing
like the flooding waters of rainstorms that annoy.
The scared feelings which fear takes over within is depressing
like a dangerous hurricane taking away our livelihood,
The peace that one longs for within is awoken
like the beautiful sunset that leaves one feeling good.
So, it starts years ago, with protests in the streets
People allowed to lay on the road, block traffic
Then, start fires, attack police, as they’re told to stand down!
Criminals with 18+ offenses free to roam as they please
Thousands others were released from prisons by Obama
Illegal immigrants were allowed to surge into our country
All while violating laws, without consequence!
Now, we have a new president accused of obstruction
While Congresswoman Pelosi, obstructs congress
Withholding articles of impeachment, after the vote!
Hollywood actors and actresses are threatening our president
Even offering to accept money to assassinate him, take his head!
All of this without consequence!
We have the group ANTIFA attacking supporters at rallies
Assaulting people, spitting in their face, without consequence
Then, we have sanctuary cities protecting illegal immigrants
They don’t even allow ICE to do their job accordingly!
Instead, they release them onto our streets to be free,
With prior records of rape and murder!
Now, we have all these problems with Iran happening
But if you look back in time, Obama sent 1.7 billion dollars
He sent the money on pallets to Iran, funneled to terrorists!
All of this was without consequence, no accountability!
This is only touching upon part of what is happening
These are things happening in the United States!
We are losing law and order and without it we will fall!
Heidi Sands
1/7/20
Just as a mountain, with its ancient, stony heart, does not try to be a shifting dune or a winding river, but stands in its own immense truth, so must the self stand in its own immutable nature.
It does not mimic the gentle slope of the foothills, nor envy the ocean’s fleeting tides. It is simply itself, forged of its own earth and rock, with a single purpose: to endure.
And just as the mountain’s shadow must fall, so does sincerity follow from this internal truth. The mountain, honest to its very core, casts a shadow that is an unfailing reflection of its own form.
The shadow does not lie; it cannot be false to the mountain, for it is born of the mountain’s very existence. In the same way, the shadow of a true self—our character, our deeds—must be an honest projection of our inner nature, impossible to betray.
So too does the mountain’s honesty reveal itself to the surrounding valley. The valley does not question the mountain’s silence or its unyielding strength, for it understands that this is the mountain’s true state of being.
The rivers that carve its face and the trees that cling to its soil learn its boundaries and its seasons, and they grow accordingly. There is no deceit, no shifting foundation, only the certainty of what is.
In this way, all who interact with the mountain know its reliable truth. To thine own self be true, and your shadow will never mislead; others will learn to trust the mountain’s steadfast presence, and it must follow, as the night the day, that you cannot be false to any man.
It matters not where you live, it could be Italy or Greece.
No matter where you live, a walk will give you peace.
It matters not the troubles in your mind, which come and go of a varied kind
A simple walk is all that’s needed, to clear those thoughts, I find.
It matters not whether the sun shines, or whether it rains or hails,
You can dress yourself accordingly, venture out and see what prevails.
It matters not your age, whether you be young or old,
You can nod your head, acknowledge everyone, if you care to be so bold.
It matters not whether you be rich or whether you be poor,
A walk is always free, so venture out, go on, open your door!!
Utilize your time wisely
Do not waste it away
Moments come and go accordingly
Make the best of every day
Have it on your mind
To achieve your goal
Empower yourself respectfully
And emancipate your soul
A Virtuous Woman
There are different types of women
As you may very well know
I am here to talk about her,
And her goodness I will show
A virtuous woman is
And talks of good things,
The joy of her love is strong,
And happiness it will bring
She works with her hands and
Takes good care of her home
She comforts her husband
When he is feeling alone.
She teaches her children and
Trains them very well
There is so much to be said
About a virtuous woman but
Not enough time to tell.
Proverb 18 and 22 said;
Whosoever finds a wife,
Which is a woman,
Find a good thing and obtain
Favor in the Lord;
They will remain together
Till death do them part.
A virtuous woman is not
Slothful in business
And serving the Lord
Doing wrong will not be
Found in her mind,
Or even in her heart.
Her husband trust her
Every step of the way,
He will never let her go
No matter what you say.
She dresses accordingly
To make her husband proud
She speaks with a gentle
Voice, not very loud.
She is always doing things to
Get her husband praise, sometimes
Just watching her
Will keep him so amazed.
A virtuous woman is strong
And worth more than
Rubies itself; and when
Her family hurt, she
Hurt more herself.
A woman shall be praised
If she is a woman that
Fear the Lord. A virtuous woman
Qualifies with mind, spirit,
Soul, and heart.
"The Repeat of Fate"
Deep buried in a dead forest
I hadn’t heard of before,
Wycoller lies in ruins, barren
no trees nor foliage remain,
no tenant can be found,
but here I am
like a ghost glued
fast as a succubus to its walls
rain like poetry falls hard
the wind stinging the loveless hymn’s
continuous tin-hitting torrent to breathe
and it fills its chanting monkish boned gutters
with pages of leaves, rivulets cascade
burning like copper-coloured tears
like rusty blood the signature stains
down and over and through
its windows’ broken panes
pink-eyed writing stories, still life,
falling like laced crimson snowflakes
melting to sleet the messy sludge
sliding down its unchaste whitewashed sides
to be scraped away the scarlet lye
and underneath the nails that pierce
the sharp words tightly furled
like Rochester waits
torn on his wuthering
cliffs of heath;
which one am I?
which word?
which name?
the repeat of fate?
Unsaved by the Wildfell grace,
a small but loud device
runs with its unthinking heartless mouth.
On Pendle
a daughter seals her
mother’s fate;
too soon
it is opened,
the closed Malkin gate
Candide Diderot. ‘25
“Jennet Device, Daughter of Elizabeth Device, late wife of John Device, of the Forrest of Pendle aforesaid widow, confesseth and saith, that her said mother is a witch, and that this shee knoweth to be true; for, that shee had seens her spirit sundrie times come unto her said mother in her owne house, called Malking-Tower, in the likenesse of a browne dogge, which shee called Ball; and at one time amongst others, the said Ball did aske this examinates mother what she would have him to doe; and this examinates mother answered, that she would have the said Ball to helpe her to kill John Robinson of Barley, alias Swyer: by helpe of which said Ball, the said swyer was killed by witch-craft accordingly; and that this examinates mother continued a witch for these three or foure yeares last past.”
lye/lie.
Only light can penetrate the
darkness
that resides in the default state
of mind
I descend from beta to delta
through
binaural beats; instantly caught
between frequencies beyond
time
I absorb amplitudes of acoustic
energy
and I learn to just be earth
Since I am the earth
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its
existence,
I've owned the power of
omnificence
I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a
descendant
Created in the image of a
thought
and a feeling from the
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates
subconscious minds
Immersed between 4 and 7
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious
sleep
All chakras are aligned shining
crown energy
and now my consciousness
begins to reap!
and light begins to penetrate
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there
is now flooded with sound
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit
to power
of omnipresent sound that
always was
and always will be connected to
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially
beyond;
physical time and space
I long to embrace the intensity
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds
that resonate from the inner
core
and continue to connect
through the binaural beats that
-
remind me of before
Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel
while reaping an abundance of
benefits and rewards
Listen!!
It's already yours
Just reach out and grab it
as long as intention and ego is
checked
the universe will correspond
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that
were there from before
They will guide to to the
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect
directly with the source
Inflicted is this society
Of depicted truths to matter
Does it matter
When every life doesn't matter to the same accord
Accordingly, slavery was abolished
To what effect when our minds are currently enslaved
When the only awakening comes from the mourn of graves
Theres so much to be saved, this is known
Every life does matter
Yet the matter has no volume to skin tone
When the only way is the only way
To band together
Ensuring the importance never fades
In creating the trending phase
Of change
Important Phrase!
Black Lives do matter
Our skin far from white
So the minority as a whole must also lather
The will to stand up for this pigmented matter
Black, White, Hispanic
What ever you may be
We are all created in light of a womb
To the luck of a swim up stream
In similarity of the blood we bleed
N the placenta we once did feed
Linked in red
The blood shed of our being
Sometimes fundamentalist Christians
Give the expression “to be saved”
All you need to do is “repent”
Meaning to give up your sinful ways
This sentence from the Gospel of St. Mark
May seem to support this perspective
Trouble is
It all depends on what you mean by “repentance”
“Sin”
Some Catholics seem to limit their understanding of sin to a legalistic one
Where disobeying a law, rule
Or Commandment is what sin is all about – period
It maybe more balanced
Spiritually beneficial to understand
As any behavior that breaks or weakens
One’s relationship with Eternal God
Neighbor or oneself
A healthy understanding of the Sacrament of Reconciliation
Based on the insight that reconciliation with Eternal God happens in
Through reconciliation with the faith community that is the Church
Accordingly
One may sin
By either doing something
Or not doing something