Best Descension Poems
A descension of value bows night scenes,
the purple canopy edges its hoist,
spirits cool Platte River to lose its sheen,
Nebraskans wake to clarion fields voiced.
A loyal guest calls, it's the Sandhill Cranes,
dancing lessons, fields fattening corn orts,
pecking and choosing established campaigns.
Last state, go afoul, -- a date with the courts.
Locals aid their tally, most from afar,
It is nature's clock, all good things must end,
fly north to breed, and brood, and up to par,
A month's here, till next year, that's how the trend.
Awnings grey, triumphant stirs, the tension,
inspiring, crescendo ... the ascension.
Be faithful through hardship
Bite the bullet and get a grip
Be faithful through hardship
Be fearless in times of trouble
Be not doubtful and be hopeful
Have happiness, you mournful soul
We may go through tribulations
That get us frustrated and hurt
But, know that you are stronger
Than you realize – hold on a little longer
God is the God of redemption
God is not the God of corruption
God gives me emotional ascension
Not to mention a lack of descension
Be joyous and cheerful
During rough hardships as a whole
God's spirit is bountiful
It renews our lovely, radiant soul
Deliver your spirit from all sorts of harm
God is there always to keep you so warm
We all go through terribly horrid circumstances
Enhance encouragement in your remembrances
Wondrous sensations are felt wholeheartedly
Be faithful through hardship…unconditionally
to wrap you around in one.
the grand pupal descension.
a bite of summertime,
of falling.
to take a silent pause.
page filled with imagined
detailed scenarios.
memories.
left to the viewer to ponder.
to a beauty,
with gentle strokes of brilliance.
gladly caressing yours.
that familiar stop,
of blissful adoration.
the pain.
One day just like that she began. A little smudge no bigger than God's thumb.
Forgetting old bones and scarred memories she was born one early March.
A lion in a baby carriage roaring and carrying on as if she had just been
flapped to the moon. The old perambulator squeaked as two strong hands
clutched the bar and rocked up and down. Moms cherry red lips whispered
in the winter wind as the snow fell softly all around.
The angels created origami wings and fluttering them around her
like white sail boat masts, entertained her to no end as the sun
shone down with all its strength.
Was the world ready for a super-girl filled with superpowers of delusional dimensions? Where they ready for her free-will descension?
The Earth winked at the stars and the sun cradled the moon. V was propelled to a palladium planet by an introspective God who watched from heaven's big screen as a tiny by-product of a dismantled placenta, a backlash of an Infinite Spirit's creation, a clairvoyant child with a good dose of E.S.P. , was suddenly back on Planet B .
God rolling up the parchment scroll gave out a sigh of relief.
It took as many years for her to mature as a fig on a southern tree.
But grow up she did and oh the things she achieved, who knew ?
to be continued...
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Autumn's Wink at Winter
Stares at the glit of a harvested moon,
felicitous sways northernly o'er ripen earth,
divorcing neath horizon's haulage.
Rises the yam sun that courses a forenoon cast,
towering mist espoused crusted loam and verdurous life,
progresses towards insignificance.
Abandon lofty leafy legions,
descension in crumpled layers,
... of impaled saffron petals,
... of lain chartreuse fronds.
Strewn against a capricious path,
the weight of feet crinkles crispy snaps to arouse the quietude,
echoes summons a dusty field in white,
ebbing the tides of a wintry breath.
Afar strewed a few sunflowers to escort its mentored sun,
ere setting to their eastward repose position.
Brisk breeze encounters a trial,
a crafted shawl snuggly wraps,
homeward bound via hot cider,
a lit fireplace as a book is read.
A forested cabin well-engaged boast outwardly entertained,
prominence forestalls in burgundy, copper, and blonde,
snowflakes tenderly smooch the befallen perianths,
forgivingly melts to the usual taste of Autumn.
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (Apr 15)
~~Brian Strand
*1st Place*
Still-Life Autumn
~~Eve Roper
*My submitted Free Verse has been a prior winner that I had written on 2020 October 22
The rains came today
washing down an acrid mist
hours upon hours of descension
as if sun would had never exist
barren, he laid half naked
under guise of her watchful eyes
in amazement he stared at her attention
climbing high atop his throbbing soul
engorged by the surge of her beauty
and her desire to take all control
soft words were spoken aloft
stroking his very being
sensed in theme of inversion
and sudden urge to be free
conjoined momements gratified wonder
euphoric exhilaration overcame
blues brightened, greys drifted away
melancholy migrated and felicity stayed
A Premier wail
commemorating rebellion
and the wild eurythmics
of survival.
First born kinesis
dousing my aura
with dissonant breath
in defiance of change...
Bare insecurity
squalls split continuum
compelling balance
to abide my presence
and calling
the devotees of Pathos
to arms
to defend my place,
protect my ascension into life,
descension into chaos.
One breath
to sequence a lifetime,
inaugurating the universe
to contain
the lawless pandemonium
of my existence.
*Image of
Twilight Descension
Bats fickle genteel soles of twilight, as swart crown abandons an errant moon,
A moon burrowing framing a forest, while Cupid charioteers spark an archway,
Neath a sinking moon, buds blossom, awaken by galloping Cherubs all strewn,
Frogs echoes in a lagoon as twilight wanes, same as words said of Hemingway,
Porpoises leap frantically in the ocean, while night drifts in dawns golden sleigh.
2019 December 27
*3rd Place*
Writing Prompt - English Quintain Imagery
~~Dear Heart: Judged 2020 January 10
Rhyme Scheme; a,b,a,b,b
pearlescent, our ivory eyes met
cascading curtain limbs concealing
irises entwined in the deep unknown
like forest roots creeping
cryptic cedarwood cologne
fused with ravenous rose perfume
blending in every crevice
the weeping cherry's spread-
a bedroom of petals
nature's chandelier dimmed
butterscotch disk slipping
as eventide crimped
rim of vermillion pressing
upon confection skin
deepening aegean
with intensifying connection
plumb descension of melting heat
hastening each heartbeat
thumping to the thrum of feral beasts
arising for their woodland feast...
a barge of howling surrounding ebony
ecstasy's reach
cherry's tang on tantalizing tongues
hung like the moon
ripe with enticement
gliding with pearlescence
3/24/2021
Eight word Bardenesque challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
1. PEARLESCENT
2. HOWLING
3. THRUM
4. TANG
5. EVENTIDE
6. PLUMB
7. CRIMPED
8. FERAL
SHED MY SKIN…
SEETHING BENEATH THE SURFACE
ERUPTION IS IMMINENT
NOT A QUESTION OF IF, BUT WHEN
AND THE TIME IS DRAWING NEAR…
FRUSTRATION BUILDING ON THE INSIDE
DESCENSION GROWING ALL AROUND
YEARS OF TURMOIL FINALLY BOILING OVER
LEAVING NOTHING UNSCATHED IN ITS WAKE
MY DEMISE MAY RESULT FROM MY ACTIONS
AND MY WORDS MAY SEAL MY FATE
CARVED IN THE STONE ON THE WALLS
THAT I INTEND TO BRING DOWN AROUND ME
…UNFORTUNATE BUT TRUE, ARE THE FEELINGS
THAT LIE WITHIN ME
CHAINS THAT HAVE FOREVER HELD ME BOUND
BUT NOW MY STRENGTH IS GROWING AND MY
RAGE TO OVERCOME IS BUILDING
AND THE PRICE WILL BE PAID ONE THOUSAND
TIMES OVER BY EVERYONE IN MY PATH…
THE TIME HAS COME TO SHED THE SKIN THAT HAS CONTAINED ME,
REVEALING TO THE WORLD
THE REAL ME, THE CONCEALED ME……
AND SOME MAY NOT LIKE WHAT THEY SEE
"ON THE AGENDA"
tonight
Gould
waits
for
the
Pacific
and
I.
tonight
hell
waits
for
us
all.
oh what fine music
awaits our descension.
By: Chicano Eddie
752017
Not trying to figure any/everthing out - trying to make a knot out of any/every figuring.
So:
A dynamic symetry of tensions among proportions which yields the golden section in space and time:
Aid I name e c simple tree of tense shuns; a monk proports ION. Switch. Ye olds tug - olden sect - ION
In space see and tie me.
So:
Aid I (enhance(humanity/physical?)) by naming simple trees of tensed
puns(obsolesce(chip world/body?)) a monkey reports ION(retrieve(non-physical?))
In space see and tie me(flip(descension/physical?))
A film of bubbles on her hull
as ice around her crowns it's chill
descension pits and twinks it's tune
to merry wandering fish full bloom
In white, albino, skeletonised
with scales of silver for their eyes
as liquid in their mouth, it glides
these hollow sailor's wave goodbye~
Through twilight veils, where echoes rise/
The hollow spheres in shadow thrive/
Unholy husks, where echoes moan/
A broken mirror, void and throne/
1) Thaumiel: Twin God's Divide
A realm where power splits its core/
Opposing forces wage war/
Not unity but sundered might/
A dance of fire and endless night/
2) Chaigidel: Confusion's Crown
A tangled mind, a frenzied tide/
Where reason bends and fears collide/
Deception's whisper twist the air/
All sense dissolves to bleak despair/
3) Satariel: Veil of Unknowing
A cloak of mist where truths decay/
Horizon lost, no guiding ray/
The seeking soul is left in flight/
Blindfolded in eternal night/
4) Ghagiel: Mechanized Thought
Where wisdom rusts and circuits hum/
A hollow throne where silence drums/
No heart within, just gears that grind/
A kingdom built by soulless mind/
5) Thagirion: Wrath's Dominion
The blaze of rage, the tyrant's hand/
A firestorm scorches through the land/
No justice found, no mercy sown/
Only the weight of iron and stone/
6) Golachab: Unbridled Fury
A furnace forged with seething ire/
The reckless blade, the vengeful pyre/
No reason here, just burning need/
To scorch, to rend, to watch them bleed/
7) Gamaliel: Illusion's Lust
A siren's call, a lover's sigh/
A dream that unfolds into a lie/
Delight decays, replaced by thirst/
Where beauty blooms and falls to curse/
8) Nahemoth: Earth's Rejects
The shattered roots of dust and bone/
Where life unravels, left alone/
The crawling things, the twisted spawn/
Their kingdom thrives beyond the dawn/
The twelve descend the gate/
A spiral song of hollow fate/
The shadows stretch, the echoes call/
The Qliphoth rise, the heavens fall/
God is waiting to meet us in a garden called Gethsemane
Essential to our relationship with God is spending time with Him
There will always be a 'battle royal of temptations' to avoid this place
Human-defined happiness and personal fulfillment cannot be found here
Serenity to God's will is the highest achievement to be found in Gethsemane
Emptying of our fleshly goals and selfish ambitions take place in Gethsemane
More of God is the golden discovery, and less of us is the greatest victory
Ascension of God's Glory and the descension of our will are what happens here
Newness, restoration, repentance, resurrection, and revival are conceived here
Every part of our being and the deepest areas of our hearts are dealt with here
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