Best Benediction Poems
Oh so far I feel to find you
Oh so near I cannot bind you;
You so wise my plea goes heedless
You so dear my plea was needless.
In each human heart you shine
For all that's good is now devine;
Each act of love brings transformation
With thoughts and words of consolation.
Breath of life, you are the centre
In that point of time we enter;
A love that gives the glow of gladness
Brings relief to comfort sadness.
All we cherish, always flowing
Passes time beyond our knowing;
Trials to test our trust and love
Lead us to new paths above.
Creation lives in love inspired
Creator lives in all desired;
Painter of the cosmic spaces
Life you give to earthly places.
Though all humanity may claim you
There's none so wise that can name you
Human mouths be mute before you
Silence only can adore you.
Can you hear
the little clock
Persistent tick
relentless tock
It eats away
at your life's blood
First a trickle
then a flood
Now it's done
with its last meal
In its hands
your grace is sealed
Closing of the day,
Aviary canopies;
Vespers in the woods.
You were still in my sight, all on a sudden
In my rhythmic heart you blended with a harmony
That brought a perpetual benediction, it was an
Ambience in Elysian quietness of my lasting ease,
Without any anguish my mind was in a festival
There I sang some songs with deep allusions
I preserved on the shore of my lone soul,
My peace sprinkles in many awakening nights,
I fondled with the waves of sea below the star-lit sky,
There was no waning of love in her vastness! Untold
Words were entwined with my lost words, before I
Took birth all those words you had known!
A richness of fantasy and uproar of stirring beauty
Of the aura that invaded me, I had a desire to see!
A hint of helping this wholesome Harris son
can across thru the air
Hence this poetic expression
of gratitude Matthew Scott wants to blare
And communicate my genuine
appreciation crystal clear
Toward one whose existence
more valuable to me and dear
As thee doth become older
with natural diminishment with eyes and ear
But lo…tis unproductive to fear
The diminishing sands
of mortal time as cognitive gear
Doth get clogged as well as one
or the other organ allowing ye to hear
The sound of silence echoing
memories of the past – now a blur
Akin to a warm fuzzy feeling
soft as moss or lichen – precious as a coat of fur
Which tomorrows speed faster
becoming yesterday’s lore
Mixed with trials and tribulations less or more
Thickening as starch and ever more difficult to pour
From the egged on noggin blended
into one glob kept in secret store
Perhaps comprising partially healed wounds
at your heart tore
As if a drafted soldier once
in tiptop shape now to the bone years wore
Away whet dreams housed
within myths indistinguishable from truths of yore
Though I too sometimes fret
as tempus fugit slinks away
Where methinks how the years spin
at a quicker pace each day
Inculcating me to savor each moment,
whether weather sunny or gray
Taking stock of self of natural world
as one named John Jay
Audubon, who captured pristine lands
of America as a frieze zing May
Whereby bounteous creatures
large and small at play
Until…the inundation
of settlers did slash, burn and slay
Indiscriminately - setting precedent
for Earth in a precarious balance oye vay
Whence Mother Nature
will win this global Olympic match – yet
By which time, both thyself
and ye will be long turned to ash
Descendants will be dust off
faded photos of me self
before senescence did dash
Totally unaware that me papa Boyce Brandon
with clenched and teeth did gnash
When I fought tooth and nail
and without a word did lash
Back as protestations against behavior
of mine ye disliked and found rash
With frustration spilling forth
like acidic froth that did splash
Slash and burn within,
yet kept mum no matter
from within did thrash.
I LOVE YOU TOO DAD
NO MATTER BACK IN THE DAY YE GOT MAD
YET NOW, AS A FATHER TWAS FRUSTRATION
PERHAPS FUSED WITH BEING SAD
AT MY LIFE & HARD TIMES WHEREIN
TURMOIL ROILED MORE THAN A TAD!
“Benediction”
Bless'ed be those
who turn from cawing
black crows, sharp beaks
bloodied and ill omen
to walk beside the lost
Black Monk
spectral haunted
in his lonely dark dreams
he walks away from
The King of Mud Dwellers
towards those
in Halls of the Forgotten
seeking sanctuary
in desolate decay
he will find the key
in his silent
futile Purgatory,
stripped raw
torn and naked
borne from dreaded invocation
invisible sacrament
on tongue, words spoken
to the One
lead us not into temptation
secrets that are
hidden
to then bless'ed be
forgiven
to uncover -
his chained heart
unlocked
through true love;
his crime -
through mortal pain
forgiven
released
The Key of Benediction
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPlK5HwFxcw
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/G_major
O salutaris Hostia,
Quæ cæli pandis ostium:
Bella premunt hostilia,
Da robur, fer auxilium.
Uni trinoque Domino
Sit sempiterna gloria,
Qui vitam sine termino
Nobis donet in patria.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MYQrhiKWEI
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMeuk2STqRA
(Thy lovely lasses unwittingly
unstintingly unexpectedly
taught me selflessness)
Every Holiday time each year,
a rocketing increase asper
doling out Uriah Heap ping
largesse imposed upon each
citizen banker (coerced, forced,
induced to buy baubles,
bibelot, curios, et cetera striving
to outspend a competing
shopper, which faux grand
handedness, and crass exhibition
generating mega sales (as Tale
of Two Cities, or more)
earns management stripes viz
embracing the Christmas spirit
(via blithely deftly, frenziedly,
et cetera) per avidly boasting,
coarsely displaying, eagerly
flaunting, et cetera prices paid
for the latest curiosity, doodad,
gewgaws (whereby un
avoidable advertisements), flood
mass communication airways,
causeways, driveways, et cetera
to plug reduced priceline sans
gaud dee, knickknacks, gimcracks,
encompass companies blitzkrieg
for those, who disparage being
labeled Scrooge plunk down
every red cent, and empty
their pockets, purses, wallets
to snag the title of topnotch spender
no matter no need exists to snatch
every last kickshaw, novelty ornamental
tchotchkes, (which modus operandi,
(visited upon the populace, a tidal wave
vis a vis figurative manifestation,
laceration, inundation, whereby tenet,
maxim, credo, et cetera broadcast
to general public amply expending
fistfuls of dollars fulfilling
Great Expectations
(for family, friends, relatives)
buy giving liberally,
Heavenly home
Sacred strong
Blue breeze
Will we wait
Devine duties
Defined days
Encouraging eyes
Seeking souls
Cotton clouds
Nested now
Plush pillow
Heavy head
Heavenly home
Sacred strong
Blue breeze
Blessed benediction
Page's pressed
Hymnal hostess
Singing seeming
Emerald elevated
Waiting watching
Spiritual softening
Praises persevere
Hallelujah here.
April 27 2022
AFTER BENEDICTION
After the Golden Rule was taught;
In spirit, the cleric’s tongue was caught.
Like a pregnant cloud
Ready to perch on the Y-shaped crowd:
“You are blessed by Jehovah El-shaddai.
In you, everything of hell-shall-die
in the name of Him that’s above all men.
And the church will say”, “Amen”
But after benediction,
I consider it a spur, an inspiration:
Which accounts for ninety percent;
The remaining ten: my effort and bent.
With mercy and deft, I’ll part heaven’s clime
To usher in my perpetual lustrous time
But after benediction,
With my earthly intuition,
I eagerly chase my transient fame.
I adapted to a new aim.
Being mindful of how poverty afflicts,
I’m tired of chanting the chorus of derelicts.
But after benediction,
I always have a fresh eternity revelation,
But sooner forget the Calvary cost:
Even the words from the mighty pen of Frost
About ‘The Road Not Taken’
Wherein my foundation was shaken
But after benediction,
In a storm of confusion,
I straddle on moral fence---
After life’s exploit, whose presence?
Which fort – light or dark?
Which angels – white or black?
spring blesses with scent a mind
encased in February’s mummy-swathe.
I drop my rags of winter
stretch out on the warmed porch
thought steps lightly on to a carpet,
woven of mist and aromatic perfumes,
which glides silently into reverie
and settles in a hollow under...
an ancient white lilac
covered in ghost flowers.
blooms plucked and heaped
on blue willow china plates.
lunch for porcelain dolls
whose painted smiles never grimace
no matter what they are offered;
fat bears will eat anything.
Debby from down the street
is busy disciplining her children
(“sit straight, eat your spinach”),
baby Tweedy (“watch your sister”)
tries to catch bugs and eat them.
deep blue lilacs,
colour of distant mountains
ever just beyond reach
like youth once passed.
flowers liberated from a neighbours yard
ends torn in the haste of stealth
gather together in a tall green glass vase;
a love note hidden among the stems.
words scribbled in passion’s indelible ink
left secretly pleading
fair maid’s kind condescension.
french lilacs red
as wine sipped on the swing.
scent falls, its ethereal sweetness
drapes about shoulders
silken as the touch of fingers
that slip down her arms.
cat’s eyes among the leaves glow emerald
peer with curiosity at June beetles.
tree frog love song’s, in soprano
underscores the big band station turned low.
if he could see the lilac now,
heavy with life
red as the drops blooming
on the sands of Juno beach.
lavender lilacs rippled by a breeze
drape over the veranda to create a bower;
secreted from human traffic nana rests.
she is so much like her favourite flowers
pale, delicate with a fine tracery of veins
beneath the paper thin skin of her hands.
mauve in the soft light,
I watch, in silence, fascinated as her eyelids move
“What are you watching”, I whisper
trying not to wake her but hoping she will answer
from wherever she is and her voice floats to me
“I am visiting with all of my loves” .
The Lord Jesus Christ brings His merciful grace
this grace of God is gifted and free upon all
God's righteousness at Christ's expense no less
for guilty sinners so they need not ultimately fall
God has many characteristics as our father
showing His great love so eternally full
this is displayed in Christ's sacrificial obedience
dying for sin this saviour our blessed jewel
The holy spirit comes down in sweet communion
to fill us with His spirit so evidently pure
this is a blessed privilege only for selected few
to know God in spirit convinced to be sure
This is God's benediction so fully complete
coming upon his people such are blessed
what majesty displayed in all His attributes
now to be still and enjoy His eternal rest
(The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ and the love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you all.)
2 Corinthians 13: 14 (ESV)
Our lives are but misfortune
for we want what is amiss
beholden unto desire
the fire of a kiss
Ages have passed
years but into the fire
we are but weakened men
before the reins of desire
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Tender is none
hardened is all
when love turns to dust
and heaven begins to fall
Lust for what none of us have
a taste to provoke the worst of nature
for all naked men in life
twist for that delicate creature
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Hearts undone beneath her smile
her finger dipped in every man
how is it that we deny
her promise and 'tinue to stand
It is with resolute faith
that we stand united as one
ready to repent before god
and sacrifice what we have done
Today the Sunday special brief
iCloud online worship session, I did attend
(via remote support)
found me feeling pampered,
when adept technical support
didst figuratively bend
over backwards, thus aye defend
glorious, righteous,
and zealous Gurus who did expend
their religious fervor, without proselytizing
and sanctified dedication they proffered
as if this secular chap hapt tubby
a long time Facebook friend
diligently persevered amidst
my woeful yelping alarm
where bot sized wetbacks, setbacks,
and drawbacks,
required a secret char
which this netizen vaguely understood
as unfair be-tidings disallowing
thyself to purchase additional farm
ming out iCloud storage
in the deleterious harm
akin to buggy ah mush swarm
comprised documents
(painstakingly slaved over with zest)
plus sundry data necessitating mooch hoe
legal tender (probably every
last red cent of mine) to in vest
concerted efforts of
at least one expert to test
her/his mettle in an attempt
(dim prospect) performing an in quest
to retrieve valuable data lost amidst a nest
of inaccessible "lost" information
(bantering with computer
jargon more so jest
with no intention to "FAKE"
trumpeting minimal knowledge
judiciously impressed
upon thine fifty plus
shades of gray matter, at my be hest
expressing scant cumulative
disc cussing duff frag
minted understanding lest,
a personal goal
to incapsulate in poetic best
not abandoning frustration
with this Macbook Pro
cuz, positive experience
wrought with Apostles eye attest,
so rather then vent
my spleen in vein
hie desisted
to rage against the machine,
and tack toward being urbane
thus, rejoicing with a cherry,
hearty, and mighty byte hooray,
asper driving,
exercising, and foisting
gentle circuitry vis a vis
neurotransmitters and neuromodulators
nudging pull-ups
within cerebral terrain.
Bless the Lord along life’s road.
Bear your neighbor’s heavy load.
Bicker not with blame nor fault.
Blaze the trail with light and salt.
Battle vice with peace and grace.
Bring Christ’s virtue to the race.
Bless the Lord and you’ll be blessed.
Reverence affects yours
truly with unmeasurable
infinite jubilant zeal,
sans unbeknownst world wide
(web stirred) fans enamored
with me poetry induce
cogs of mine
noggin to wheel
write (thru the roof),
thus I feel impelled
to spell out
appreciation to those
die hard regular followers
or one time cyber reader,
who (minnie mull lee)
move mouse or gingerly
(collude) manipulate trackpad
motioning qua thumbwheel
scrolling thru each
rich text chord
line figuratively aswarm
with multisyllabic words planted,
cultivated and harvested,
where eyes feast
visually soaking up
mine magic charm
(albeit wrought by
this modest male),
whose virtual crafted
figurative humble Georgia based
Orwellian animal farm
revels with euphoria
more precious then,
(you guessed) bajillion
banked bagged loot
(of quartz without
taking for granite)
die hard aficionados tub hoot,
these stalwart re:dears,
asper scratchings
of this ole coot
oft times curious what attracts
dedicated trooping veterans
(undoubtedly war re:)
like avast horde of
buzzfeed ding flies to fruit,
or motivated students
subjecting her/him self
partial to mental taxation
(without representation)
i.e. (trying to make sense
of confounding poetry authored
by Matthew Scott Harris)
at the select particular institute,
the very same college (within Lake
Woebegone) this alumni
made popular upon being
recognized as a verb hose,
re: noun sub bull
("FAKE" Norwegian bachelor) guy.