Best Hallowed Poems
L i f e
a prison of pretense
and I still dream of
walking through tempests of chaos
barefoot,
allowing stones and pebbles
to tattoo my languid skin with love in lilac,
as ashes of yesterday
erase the thunder marks
that struck my spine
in ruthless rhythm,
oblivious to the scorching solitude
that swallowed the stars
swaying across the heinous horizon.
Trusting the tormentor,
dancing with the devil,
as I drink from the naive springs,
like a jailed jasmine,
to Stockholm syndrome.
I’ve heard the crickets croon,
I’ve felt the warmth of raining tears,
while w a i t i n g
w i s h i n g
upon pirouetting peridots~
a trick played by Lucifer,
as peace is a lie
fed from the serpentine scent of sunlight
that tastes like mists of malice…
Tonight I kneel
at the chapel of charades,
reminiscing fragmented forests
where I’ve long been
a forbidden lace of Lilith,
cursed by the fickle flames
of the blood moon,
like a tortured sin,
tethered by time…
O divine destiny,
designed with darkness,
see the angst,
veiled amidst contoured clemency
and manicured mercy,
the beginning
of an inevitable end.
I fear not the hereafter~
the realm of redolence and zephyr,
there phrases of regret
shall be a rinsed-away garden,
watered with saffron and amber…
Perhaps
when the last refrain of living
rewinds and repeats,
we’ll reflect
on the circus we performed in sheer naivety…
But would you then~
catch my soul, it’s willing to fly away,
feel my pulse, it emanates freedom,
heed my heart, it sings of love,
seize my ink, it flows with faith,
catch my sigh, it homes compassion,
hold my hand, it seeks kindness…
Hallowed be thy Name
Hallowed be thy Light....
They marched to field
Their fate was sealed
A life to yield
As deaths increase
I closed my eyes
To realize
With deepest sighs
I came in peace
contest Desiderata
Frederic Parker 12/5/14
number 3. With all its shame,drudgery and broken dream,
it's still a beautiful world
'Twas God's cradle, not a stork, that carried her to earth
A babe nestled in God's loving hands prepared for birth
Still enraptured by heaven's spirit, feeling its mirth
God's hands remained after birth to ensure this child's worth
God's hands left her in safety at a monastery,
This babe grew in the loving heart of a nunnery
Her sweet cradle songs were hymns of saintly bravery
An artist she became, angels filled her gallery
Resting in our Lord's gentle palms, she never knew strife
Married to God, serving only Him as a loyal wife
From this child's birth to her death, heavenly thoughts were rife
The spiritual world remained throughout her earthly life
*For Robert Ball's "Spiritually Uplifting Poems" contest
My wedding day of hallowed rest. My Lord —
not too soon nor too late. My eyes looked up
and danced as He descended and I rose.
Oh look! I smile! O gentle son of God.
The praise of lifted hands - the joy of church.
Forth jubilee good angels longed to see.
The day is here! Clean cut - our groom has come
and we rejoice above the earth so far
from grace. How long despairing chins of hate.
But we adore the groom — we are his bride!
6/18/2019
I remember well the small farm scene
Where a man driving a tractor through the wide open
Field was doing all he could, hoping
The clouds might bring rain.
Tomorrow would be none too soon
And afterwards, he said, “We could laugh and dance
As if this was the last chance
To plant seeds and make romance under a bright, full moon.”
I watched him get down off that big machine
And sift through the ground like
He were looking for gold despite
The fact he was searching for something more like a dream.
Deeper down into the ground I watched him scratch with hands and spade
Feverishly as the sun set slow
Turning himself to a golden glow
Until I watched him rise up and say: “This ground is hallowed here today.”
Then abruptly he turned back towards home
With a smile from eyes to ears
(And later I would hear)
This was a land of love and tears where Indians once lived and roamed.
I still remember well the small farm scene
Where a man driving a tractor through the wide open
Field was doing all he could, hoping
He might find something besides the rain.
As the breath fills our hallowed chest with life
and heart beats upon drum of anch’ring bone
so prayerful meditation eases strife,
through dance and strum, we know, we’re not alone.
Our mantras swell, their sibilance alive…
with searching sounds we join here to atone
the flute will call, the rattle then will shake
our prana joins, we finally wake.
Contest: Music and Meditation
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
*Thanks Syd ;)
A little smile delights my soul
A little money appreciates my life
A little love achieves my goal
A little care flatters my wife
Strengthening my resolve to perform better
Duties and responsibilities I bear
In my role as family pace and trend setter
In spite of mundane outfit and suit I wear
As through lifetime I educate siblings
Endeavouring to develop their potential
To scale heights, to break through glass ceilings
Beyond the conventional and the unintentional
As I elect and select to reflect on reasons why
At crossroads complications sometimes arise
To conflate faith and pride in minds of the lie
Lost in a labyrinth where to no surprise
Confusion and division estrange sinners from thinners
In the midst of splitting hairs and spreading fears
Among the lost sheep who deem it unfit to hobnob with cleaners
Immersed in verses of gossip as on my face tears
Roll down, fall on my chest in my quest
Into well intended missions that fall by the wayside
Too low for zero as I invest efforts to test
Waters in altars of misconception and prejudice propelled by personal pride
Gone too far to dilute and denigrate the sanctity
The salvation mission entails among fishers of men
Who appreciate Jesus didn’t die on the cross to pronounce sinners guilty
But to save humankind and I from the odious omen
Misguided human lips with little knowledge utter
As they wallow in a sea of benighted bigotry
Where they play God and pronounce themselves better than the sinner in the gutter
Who pleads at the feet of Jesus to send her providential poetry
To open human eyes to tenets Christianity holds dear
Not because I say so or I should denounce the new millennium Pharisee
Whose grasp of the biblical truth swims in turbid unclear
Seas of ignorance where the blind and the benighted can’t see
Limitations and diminutions brought about by little knowledge
Raised to a puny pedestal
Wreaks havoc as it conflates sewage and sacrilege
To decelerate a hallowed harvest and cause it to stall.
The struggle is not between
East and west or
Worst and best, but lies
On a far more slippery slope
Connecting the cold dark, canopy of night
With the light of hope.
The battle rages
Throughout the ages
Like wild fire burning
Grass and trees below
Mother Earth’s sky blue breeze –
Flames flickering in the shadows
Surrounding you and me:
Democracy
Appears to be languishing
Between Her majestic beginnings
And dismal demise
All the while mask faced puppeteers
Pull the people’s strings
And blow oceans full of smoke
Before their naked eyes
Too numb and dumb to question who or
What or why.
As they go the way of Persia,
Egypt, Greece and Rome –
Lost in greed and glory
Forgetting God and home:
Foundation of freedom,
Liberty and dreams of higher realms
Where enlightened men once
Stood taller than eagles dare
And cast their hope filled spell
Very nearly everywhere
People cried, forsaken, died while
The hands of sweet Liberty lifted them up
And filled their cups
With more than blood, deceit and sorrow –
As some gave all they had to give
For a brave new world tomorrow.
What shall we say to those
Whose ghosts still walk
Those all too many hallowed battle grounds?
Will we curse their names to oblivion and shame
Until not a trace is found
Or will we instead, invoke the dead
And turn democracy around?
Theres a thinning between the realms this night.A time and place for souls to cross the Great Divide of Life and Death.If mine broke free and chanced to pass Your way,would You feed on it,feel the need of it as You took My breath away?Would You fill Me with Your own in kind?The one I hunger for.While I felt Myself fall forward fastly and everlasting as our tounges fought playfully and passed it ba
ck and forth.Would You give Me Yours to keep in place where Mine once was , so as to keep it safe?Theres a thinning where I lose Myself.Felt free and bold as I shiver from Your lips on Mine.No thought of anything but the moments cold , as this kiss which freezes time.As I would hold You on this Halloween.I would hold You Hallowed For Now and Evermore.Cleaved to Body,Heart and Soul.I hold this Moment in This Kiss We Shared This Very Night. A Hallowed Kiss on Halloween by James Patrick Kail Wednesday October 31 2012
Above the moon flocked, steepled pines
Eternal sky - the hallowed night
Celestial alms of grand designs
Sing silent psalms in ancient light
An evening wanes
over the hills
to trail away,
far from sight...
my eyes observe
a hallowed dusk
evanescing
into the mist,
as clouds are flushed
with hints of rose
lavender,
and mild orange,
that petals drop
bowed silhouettes
into a dreamy
afterglow.
This mystic breath
carries me high,
on twilight's crown--
a quiet ripple
when nothing
but the grace of lull,
ascends through
skyline’s dome...
while my essence
blazes a flow
kindling inner calm;
till dawn greets
eventide...halfway.
Contest of Edward Ebbs
Anacreontic Verse 1
~ Observations of Daily Life
Scary faces peer
Down the eerie pumpkin paths
Doorbells ring from fright
All the boys and ghouls
Spooky creatures of the night
Undead creep around
Keep those goblins safe
As they fill those bags with treats
Welcome Halloween!
* for Linda-Marie-Sweetheart of p.s. halloween haiku contest
An empty poets soul has dimmed.
With after glow his poem is trimmed.
A feathered brain of craven caw.
With only raven black he saw.
An epic presence never told.
A will that has been bought and sold.
Shaded glory towards the night.
An empty heart against the blight.
Horizons pasted on the page.
Only leaving stains of age.
Seven days a week unspoken.
Counted for the meek and broken.
Forever tomes in endless ink.
Disappearing in a blink.
Unbeknownst to shrouded havens.
Left only to the blackened ravens.
Sioux,Saura once trod here.
Dwelling here on river's edge.
Their Spirits remain.
Quiet.
Hear them now,
Footsteps on the path we walk,
voices in the breeze.
This is hallowed ground.
Each tree,rock,mount,stream revered.
Let it be so now.
The prideful passion practiced and prolonged in fertile life,
Rejects all calls to wasted whimsy in this willful world.
Aware redundancies occur with suffering and strife
Some still display with honor our great nation's flag unfurled.
There's glory in the glory of a greater guarantee,
Described in dedications made by immigrants of old
Who's longing for a little more of bright-light liberty
Was shared in perfect passion by the patriotic bold.
And we begin each year with brand new challenges to face
With seismic salutation to grand stories yet untold
When even greater gifts of glory bind the human race
Where beauty of such brotherhood shines bright upon the fold.
To timelessness of spirit add the courage to engage
As part of all our sisters and our brothers standing strong
Against those evil tyrants who run empires filled with rage
We fight with every ounce of might ingrained within our song.
We sing the songs and serenades to lift our fighting soul,
Symbolic of our heroes and the hallowed ground that bleeds
With blood of men and women who have died but are made whole
When heaven's golden warriors cast down perfect planting seeds.
Oh glory to this nation and the citizens who dwell
Within her borders beautiful together unified.
As tyranny has tyrants tethered deep inside their hell
So freedom spawning liberty has mankind glorified.
Let's take the steps we need to make all eulogies in war
As rare as any politician's honesty is rare.
Then hopefully the populus will soon learn to adore
An evolution revolution men of peace can wear.