Best Cisterns Poems
Consciousness Correction – 11-20-23
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Consciousness Correction
Envy sneaks in unseen
A thief robbing light from my house of gratitude,
Sowing simmering anger, extinguishing thankfulness,
In blind yellowed views
Gratitude held captive,
Strangled,
Pennies of “I wish” tossed into stone cisterns
Where winter thrashes cyclconic -
Vortex of a gleeful witness to spring’s demise -
Dead-ends swell in jealous broken branches,
Wrapped in near sighted stigmatisms,
Lenses smeared in covet.
Stone citadels rise from my naked spite,
Blind to confessions of incense,
To curl into deep pools
Poisoned by tainted pools of jealousy,
Creeping to the heights of entitled grudges.
Yet nascent vines, fragrant with focal points,
Blooms of correction,
Slip between crumbling buttress mortars,
Sachets illuminate good will
In wreaths of newborn appreciation
That knows its need for candles of kindness
My thankful eyes, that walked in darkness, see
To embrace armloads of miracles come into focus
Reappearing from soot blown corners.
Scales fall in melting flakes
From my bloodshot eyes,
New sight nourished in a corrected wash -
Sweet nectar of reckoning
By a brilliant polestar of clarity magnified
Opaque about-face.
Be careful of how you think,
of its logic is how your rank,
sow, reap and weep,
lesser to be,
is frozen in time...
to be of the lesser fact,
is not all that it is cracked,
Mount up on heavenly wings,
it is the logical faith that be,
consciousness of precept kings,
For earthern subjects galore,
of their own minds of darkness explore…
that shall not soar... or explore,
vast unlimited expanses,
with human mediocre advances...
fact... tree... wings... be...
kings... explore... galore... for... evermore
rank... think...
naughty... children...
Father... spanks
Precept ranks...
human concepts stink...
holistically rank...
learn logic of precept think...
from thine own cisterns shrink...
Selah
The Last Supper of Hope
Grief has exhausted itself
And pain has abandoned the heart;
Emptiness now lives where joy
Once called home.
Our streets have become cisterns
Of blood—death quenching its thirst—
Flashbacks of the belly bowels of slave ships
Flying flags of crosses and crescent moons alike.
Hell remains without fury—never discriminating;
And Dante smiling—spits in the face of justice.
Today Armageddon sits at the Last Supper;
May hope be the Bread and Wine. And
Judas forgets to RSVP.
You are a heart
which enlightens the
road of love.
You are a heart
which makes love
live in the cisterns
of endless wells.
You are a heart
which sails in the
endless sea of love.
You are a heart
which makes
addictive untill the
dawn.
You are a heart
which makes flowers
bloom in my world.
You are a heart
which makes stars
dance.
You are a heart in
whose seas of
longing I am drowned
You are a heart
which I dont even
touch not to hurt
You are a heart
which I miss even
near me.
You are a heart
which is a sun never
sets inside me.
You are a heart
which is the secret
of happiness
You are a heart
which is an example
of honesty
You are a heart. You
are the biggest gift
for me.
It is you inside
me...you...
A dance of elegance they leap
in grace of movements sweep
moonlights skipping on the waves
upon the circuits the currents paves
A Spanish Dancer twirls her skirt
whose painted like a rainbows shirt
Your works oh Jah blanket the Sea
where creatures frolic internally
Where Leafy Dragons in Reefs foray
the clown fish in anemone play
the razor fish like knives in sand
but foolish men think it's not planned
Where fierce and tender Orca steals
the infant pups of many Seals
where coral forests the oceans floor
the groves of Kelp hide many more
Odd companions the crab and shrimp
who share a hole like common tent
on flows the cisterns of the Deep
the lair where Leviathan do sleep
There flying fish cavort on wing
wild aquatic souls live and sing
here Dolphins cartwheel in escapade
in pods their dancing a parade
Who understands the Songs of Whales
who carry calves and smack their tails
to starfish who cling the rock of Beaches
here low tides the mussels reaches
These lives mankind has proved a danger
to poison Seas palace he is no stranger
Here predator man competes with Sharks
in every Sea his fatal marks
The Shark only does his hunt for meal
Mankind's a predator who kill and steal
Toxic pollution down rivers flow
the dead zones that kill the life below
Life perpetuates itself by designers plan
We question it's survival , it's death by Man
Those who love the earth these traits resist
There's too much beauty divinely kissed
COPYRIGHT © 2014 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Goes in hot. Comes out hot.
But this may be more than the casual student
Will want to know.
Mom’s grinding chilies for me in Modesto.
Red, green, a dash of fresh cilantro,
Fermented shrimp sauce and a pinch of salt
Between her mortar and pestle.
Dabbing a sticky ball of khao nhio
Into the tiny ceramic saucer, I know
She’s a sorceress
In her kitchen
Trying to find a way to say
She loves me, hoping my prodigal tongue
Is still Lao enough
To understand what her broken English cannot convey.
My eyes are cisterns of tears after 30 years.
I should say “mak phet” and grab some cold milk
But with a smile through the pain I stammer
“Saep lai, Mae, delicious, Mom.
Saep lai, hak Mae lai lai.”
“Don’t talk, just eat,” she says between her tears.
So much to solicit, but with substance excluded,
she mimics intimacy, but leaves one secluded.
Flatteries slip off her tongue like honey's sultry sweetness.
"Come to this incensed bed for pleasure's soft caress."
Like a crafty serpent's spiel, her lips slither stellar speech.
Secure your spirit, flesh, and soul; she'll sample some of each.
With silken negligees, she'll sustain a slave's stronghold,
stealing one's strength like the lust for shiny gold.
One's best possession is sequestered, that of self, a sword within,
squandered to a showy stranger, a satanic mannequin.
Leaving spouse and offspring grieving, an egregious price to pay,
some have spurned their own cisterns to search for soggy clay.
Listen closely, my son, with stern discretion be wise.
For she will lead you in similitude as Eden's sad demise.
12-8-2020
References: Proverbs 5 & Proverbs 7
"Flee sexual immorality. Every sin that a man does is outside the body, but he who commits sexual immorality sins against his own body." 1 Corinthians 6:18
For every beginning
Why must there be an end
Shadows creased where whispers cease
Memories bristling past me
like a Mediterranean love affair
Jasmine wisps of your unbridled hair
Brushing my face in waves of azure
Eyes locked so hearts could endure
The bed is made
But your impression is still there
Soft and tangible, subtle yet indelible
Candle silhouettes where laughter lit
Fiery portraits of passion’s first kiss
The intimacy of a beauty we shared
Eternity embroidered on your pillow top
Undisturbed promises that I never forgot
I sometimes call
Unsure of what to say or do
Cradling you in this immortal room
As cisterns of sorrow spill unwrapped perfume
Where burnt cinnamon candles have beaded cold
Next to the Venetian lamp, by your widowed phone
Hoping somehow…someway
I won’t wake-up alone
Your hidden precious smiles
that selectively rain on my face
as water from heavens above
as drips from underground cisterns
the silver touch of your fingers
that paint secrets sensitivities on me
the face full of pleasure-shines
are delicious food for my heart
and drink for my hungry spirit
these secrets I tell no living soul
or else someone works his way
through cracks and holes
Along Iran's alluvial fan,
spanned a virgin, untested
train
A scourging blight the tender,
fecund suckers did restrain
A heartier tulip bloomed on
Tunisia's arid plain
A docile wave the royal
Jasmine blight to stain
Transplanted in Egypt; a more
fertile strain
Leaching the arid soil, the
tyrannical oasis did drain
A hybrid sprouted on Libya's
fallow terrain
Fertilized by a torrential,
nitrous rain
To Oman's tepid steppes,
uncultivated varieties shrouded
fenced row and lane
Disparate pods releasing
incendiary seeds seeking an
aggregate gain
In Syria's suburban parks a
mutant variety skirted eminent
domain
With underground cisterns to
water it's hostile mane
In desolate Sudan, a floral
chalice did simulated hope
contain
Anon, pilfering hands it's
potting soil did obtain
The Fountain of Living Waters flows,
Ready to quench our thirst,
Why do ye hew out broken cisterns?
Broken cisterns that burst;
Drink from the Fount and be satisfied,
It will become a well,
Water springing to eternal life
From your being will swell.
Flowing like a river, swift, gentle
Lifting hearts with godsends,
Soothing with absolute forgiveness
Kindness’ ever defends
Drink of His life, His light, His sweet love
Know the meaning of grace
Silence every doubt with His promise
Feel His perfect embrace
Syllable count: 9.6.9.6
1st and 2nd stanzas are Jo’s
3rd and 4th stanzas are my own
Jeremiah 2:13 - For my people have committed two evils; they have forsaken me the fountain of living waters, and hewed them out cisterns, broken cisterns, that can hold no water.
John 4: 13,14 - Jesus answered and said unto her, Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again:
But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life.
Collab with Jo Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joanna Daniel
April 4, 2023
I see a savior everywhere, I see
a prophet everyday, shining purple through the faces of
Teachers, Stockmen, Welders, Prostitutes.
Those halogens shine, pilot lights burning bright in
Cyan, Magenta, Hunter green and Mauve, stained-glass
saints made free from that flat and veined dimension.
Those are
Figurines,
translucent they bear before them brushes and
cisterns filled with lamb's blood, marking
the houses of the unlucky as they pass-
(they walk on hallowed ground not a place for me they walk with heads held high eyes up to
the sky contemplating visions I am not blessed enough to see)
Hushed voices in oaken pews speak
litany and mumble
Hymn, while doomed players act out the
stations of the cross within the
Lavish temple.
Ah!
see this rimmed with gold and platinum:
A chorus made for angles of war and angles of peace rides upon the
heavy air, gliding
upwards from the ladies choir.
I suspect that if Gabriel or Michael were to lend an ear and hear them, tears
would pour out from the heavens, covering the
world in a second flood, and
Once again, our
bastion of hope would land on Ararat, but
this time it would be a super-tanker.
There is a sublime pool of intersecting streams.
I wade that wet like watermelon's green.
Citrulline el citrine my cisterns be clean like the water's Maxwell.
The soul is luminous and gloomed by the taste of tart nectarines.
Ascorbic acid redox action.
Black berries and raspberry pi passions.
Anthocyanin dismutation.
Resveratrol is my midas touch; I turn water into a flight of Pinot noir and charcuterie plush.
I see your face and develop a crush.
I may improvise on your liquid piano a null note to Chopin.
Masquerade with a mask made of fluent time before the sluice is opened.
Lift my grail to fill of all with these mulled elixirs; to place in a potion of pairs.
Drop just a dram of it's dole on the serpent's forked tongue so that it's venom may be squared.
The juice of a dragon fruit dragon.
Take just a drop to succus for a homeopathic.
Used to incant with living spirits a sanguine pima mater.
It sweetens inside it's menstruum; imprinting it's mark in the water by delicate radio wave resonance.
All to be nestled in the sublingual space of an atoned tyrant.
Vitalized by the fruit's likeliness to my draconian ward.
Reconstituted by the essence of what was once the fruit of knowledge before.
Ripened, to a pursuit of love inside it's holon core.
“The Fountain of Living Waters flows,
Ready to quench our thirst,
Why do ye hew out broken cisterns?
Broken cisterns that burst;
Drink from the Fount and be satisfied,
It will become a well,
Water springing to eternal life
From your being will swell.”
Here’s my soul seeking for contentment
From the ultimate Source
I come to God Who suffices best
Blessing with downpour force.
Here’s my heart needing fulfillment gain
Christ alone grants so free
From divine wealth of grace, love and peace
Surpassing wants midst glee.
Here’s my spirit thanking the Saviour
For Living Waters* gain
Refreshing faith with triumphant glow
Along service-terrain.**
*John 4:13-14 Jesus answered and said unto her, Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again: But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life.
**Last three stanzas are added to Jo Daniel’s first two stanzas.
April 11, 2023
2nd place, "Collab with Jo" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joanna Daniel; judged on 5/2/2023.
logical greedy
uncles unshaven, rocks and
arks terrified philanthropic cherubim blessing
logical operators, terrified detainees stones and
arks attacked
through the blessing
of cherubim
embarrassed greedy uncles
unshaven, basins and stones, cherubim terrified
bothered
embarrassed with
blessing, agglutinate greedy
uncles' rocks thorough meaning
of rock reservoirs hassling cherubim
terrified thanks to
greedy inmate physical violence, embarrassed offstage
cherubim kindly surprised
by bathos, rough arks'
empathic blessing on
physical violence, greedy uncles frightened
thereby embarrassed
frocked, cherubim's blessing on
arks and materials
bald greedy
uncles unshaven rocked with
hassling cherubim's
terrified thanks to
thorough greedy
logical drives, lodestones and
arks
the blessing of
embarrassed cherubim offering for
empathic fear, greedy logical driven
arks and
stones
cherubims' thorough blessing wasting ends of
rocks and wells
thoroughly concerned, thoroughly problematic grasping
logical blessing on arks, asking avidly rocky
sensation uncles unshaven
kept asking for bodies frightened by
embarrassed
cherubim's blessing reasonable greedy
uncles unshaven
thoroughly, cisterns and stones
greedy cherubim's frightened thereby embarrassed thereof
kindly held sensual
means
thanks to powerful flint arks
greedy blessing given, frightened
bothers embarrassed cherubim's rocked eggshells through
physical violence, embarrassed
cherubim's blessing on froufrou