Best Hearkening Poems
Dressing the ancient stars amid their anthem weddings attire....
The universe anxiously anticipating these adorned galaxies of, anew ~
Bookplate bridesmaids, with such glittering eyes and broadening smiles
Quickly making their jubilant ways down, the amendable aisles
With a world beholding as, the best of man....
Hearkening hearts rejoicing so, very deeply inside; paradise
Standing at the altar aside, the most beautiful of glorious grooms ~
Wearing heavens luminous harvest moon colours; commencing halos
Visages, as a sparkling fireworks display afore the joys of an innocent, awestruck child....
Immaculate and pristine; these most mesmerizing of scenes
Cygnus, gathered here to unite this day, paladin unto the morn ~
Extenuatings pragmatic veil; crimsons silkened tides now torn
From, the final pages of such history and lore; a candid, jewel leavened door....
Prismatics band; lifting these velvet promises of an everlasting rainbows, I do ~
Sidereals notes of well-nigh chime; sweet music across the blue made skies
Church bells, reaching unto the furthest realms this, celebrations invitation
Come one come all; come as you were come as you are; the brightest star
Making their way through the constellations; jubilee, and all of creation ~
Coterie, disembarking at the depot from a waking moment; neverendings, final destination!?
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...."The Wedding, at Dreamendon" ~
Note: Smile ~ "Merry Christmas Everyone; May It Be 'Beautiful & Bright; Love,'" John!:) ~
Children playing, picking flowers
on this April afternoon
up and down the grassy hillside
shadows will be fading soon
As the sudden storm approaches
all of nature darkening
the children dashing homeward
to their mother's call are hearkening
The rain begins its rhythmic dance
as to their back door they both race
once inside they make their way
into their mother's warm embrace
Perched beside a picture window
fresh hot cocoa for each one
they sit and watch the treetops blowing
passing storms can sure be fun
Breaking clouds give way to sunshine
beams of light go flowing by
and like a heavenly artist's brush
they paint a rainbow 'cross the sky
Children sit and watch in wonder
Mother Nature's wrath subside
as dazzling buds and fragrant blooms
beckon them to come outside
FROM SUNSET TO SUNRISE
Her clinging mermaid-figure, auburn hair - french braid-chaste.
Pearl’s arms circumnavigate his nautical-neck. Strong arms gird her waist.
His hands, like the current, draw her in. She inhales with fingers laced.
Like the sublime shoreline, their outlines traced.
Water and sand swirl around their feet, hearkening to the flautist-tide.
Pearl’s arms circumnavigate his nautical-neck. Strong arms gird her waist.
The sky, stars, and moon vanish - in a lover’s cove, they hide.
Recognized with a full-moon revelation - no disguise,
She is likely to drown in the whirlpool of his eyes.
With the whispers of his high-tide love, she does rise,
Answering in kind - breathing in and out her replies,
As their lifetime stretches from sunset to sunrise.
The aquamarine of Pearl’s eyes match her swimming gown.
She is likely to drown in the whirlpool of his eyes,
Snatched by the undercurrent, of her lover’s seaweed crown.
The shrieking seagull o’erhead, her memory recalls.
The darkened lighthouse, stronghold sinking, falls.
Feet weeping on serrated shells, his footprints lost in sandy halls.
His sea-drenched bodysuit, her frightened squalls.
Inlet eyes, stained red, revere venomous jellyfish - tentacled balls.
A shallow survivor - her lover’s footprints she could not save.
The darkened lighthouse, stronghold sinking, falls.
She dives into the cold abyss of a mourner’s grave.
Pearl will find her eternal love, beyond the sun’s rays.
11/2/2017
Laura Loo’s Rhyme Time II Contest
A. W. Nutter
Constant battles raging within
Masters fighting for my soul
Seeking forgiveness, chasing sin
A life spinning out of control
Creatures adorned with freewill
Christ or Satan, my only choice
Hearkening to the tempters trill
As I pray to hear my God’s voice
Forced to pay homage to a reprobate
The holy trinity refuses an audience
Satan, filling a young soul with hate
The heart grows cold with defiance
Pathways taken, lead to destruction
Time spent on earth, has been my hell
An unworthy soul seeking salvation
Purifying blood, to break Satan's spell
Rosy rains still keep dapping on me, rippling into me, trickling in me
My sentiment and sentimentality set into sediment like descending haze
Settled, stagnated, then crystalized into concrete and constant gaze
Gaze from adrift to assured, from timid to fuss-free
Where her long-winded Hebe falls upon my sensuous serendipity
My short-winded romance catches upon her contagious catholicity
Through and o'er million-mile-long cascade of rains
Romance-woven, rose-waved, rushing curtain after curtain
My gaze meets the Grace of Venus' veins
Venus' veins from blear to clear, from confused to certain
Splicing and brightening each inspiring spot
Along each dimensionality of the whole universe
So perfectly the vast vivacity fits into my sensorial slot
That my everything rhymes and roils with its magnificent verse
Far and wide anacampserote describes
Far and wide rosy tides arise
From the perigee of my sights to the aphelion of her skies
From the margin of my mind to the adytum of her vibes
Harking back to earlier path strewn with romances of royal grith
Hearkening forward to future favors featuring our millennial myth
Reachable osculation, ne'er has remote oneirism so uncannily overlapped
Raying reality, ne'er has rainy romance so snugly wrapped.
"The Hearkening"
In the woods
a clearing
bare of all leaves
and trees, with exception one
The ground is
borderless,
yet hallowed
dirt and sharp rocks
They call this place,
The Place of the Skull
The woods
disappear in thick mist
A tree stands tall
branches outstretched
devoid of all leaves
Not Dogwood, a tall barren pine
maybe cedar, maybe cypress
no Hollow Hills hanging tree, this,
a titulus affixed
IESVS NAZARENVS REX IVDAEORVM
Footprints, singular
mark the loose soil
at the base of the tree
a blood red crown of flowers
Corona de Cristo
Thorns
There, with patience, He watches
There, with patience, He waits
Torn,
The captive monk
named Cyrene
walks barefoot towards the tree
compelled to bear another story
for He,
he hesitates,
opening himself like a book
he lowers himself to the ground
and supplicates
there is time
"There", is
All of Time,
temporal paradox
there,
He waits
Cyrene,
“The Hearkening”
is in his name
An open book, he supplicates
The other walks forward,
speaks to him softly,
“Here is a story, just for you, for today.
Listen closely to me, for it is in your name.”
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
gvlm/scm
Easter 2019
Luke 23:33
https://youtu.be/pnWWWyxb5kQ
Peter Murphy/"Fake Sparkle or Golden Dust"
NIV
John 19:19
Luke 23:26
John 10:14
Beyond the sky, she spreads her wings to fly
Soaring freely within this sanctuary of desire
Gracefully gliding through space – she’s sensually enlightened!
But through treachery, a touchstone of humankind, she sighs,
As humanity again, betrays her, extinguishing soul’s fire
in life’s archetype, like a loss of gravity – her eyes haunted!
Hearkening to violent talk, see vexed fury within her eye
Wings so tattered & torn, and splattered with mire
She plummets, aimlessly through belief – she's near defeated!
Sceptics pollute her mind with doubts so sly
but a belief so fervent, sceptics become the subject of satire
A surge of hope and compelled to conviction – she is inspired!
And although a lingering state of sadness, always nigh
- calamities of sceptics so near and familiar,
but no situation greater than she, she’s in control – she’s strengthened!
Hale and hearty, she can laugh and she can cry
but vanquish must the injections of sceptics to aspire,
because through these woes, she is her dream – she has, survived!
// This is my tribute to the many blessings that music brings to our
lives. I know many of you share this enthusiasm and gratitude. //
Appreciating an amazing artform: allegro, andante, or adagio -
Bach, Beethoven, Brahms: beautiful berceuse, ballad, and bolero
Classical concertos and Christmas chorales crescendo concordantly
Dancers delight to dizzying drums and delectable dynamics
Ensemble eloquently emotes euphonic etudes and elegies
Flautist fluttertongues flute in frenzied fantasia or fantastic fugue
Guitar gallivants through gavotte, graced by glockenspiel glissandos
Heavenly hymns, happily harmonized, hearkening hearty hallelujahs
Improvising instruments inspiring in impromptu inventions,
Jovial jazz juxtaposition of jubilant, jamming jitterbugs
Kalimba keeps count as keyboardist kinetically caresses keys
Love song lullabys - lilting, legato lines of luxuriant, longing lyrics
Minuet melodies and madrigals marking mellifluous motifs
Nutcracker's necklace of nourishing notes: a nighttime nocturne
Orchestra's opulent overture opus, oratorio's operatic octet
Pianist plays presto pianissimo pitches in pulsing pizzicato perfection
Quartets and quintets on a quest for quality quiescent quarter notes
Romantic rhapsody rhythms resonate as rock 'n roll reverberates
Symphonies and sonatas send spine shivers, saxophone solos soar
Tenor troubadours tremolo in tempo as trumpet thrills with trills
Utopia of unassuming ukuleles unwinding in unison
Voluptuous violin vibrato, virtuoso vocalist, vivace vintage vibraphone
Well-tempered woodwinds wield wonderful waltzes worth whistling
Xylophone eXudes eXcitement in eXquisite eXtemporaneity
Yearning for youthfulness, you yodel "Yesterday"
Zesty zither anyone?
Turning into an angelic beast,
Here is the ugly Narcissist....
For others! She cared least,
Here's the ugly Narcissist.
When the plot of life got revealed,
She had a role to lead.
Sanguine She, was now so turbid,
Like Sophocles! Hard to get rid.
But it doesn't end here! still some to indite,
the lost rhyme and a will to fight.....
With a lesson, not to hold it with Arms,
Took birth a new Epigram.
Arrival of an elate metre of vicissitude,
came a wave of valedictory for turpitude.
She breathed out of that tearful cyst....
Citherns and Citoles singing "You! No more a Narcissist".
Coffining the corpse of heart,
She ambled on a new start.
Towards Quibla!! Hearkening to a Dole above,
reached a Kingdom, with the blind wind's shove.
On the Schrezo of Hyades,
Condoning the satyr envoy of bliss.
In the elfin's grot ! To meet Her,
Came someone, with a Scepter.
Hearkening to community's notion,
confines himself to violent commotion;
Mumbling as though stricken by demotion,
stumbles to fathom out his emotion;
Hence, rumbles to drink an energy potion,
which could empower him to submerge in devotion.
Sailing upon the journey of solitude,
embraces the high altitude;
Possessing the mental fortitude,
counters the disputes with great magnitude;
Masking the rage through aptitude,
He shrinks bitter attitude~
for squeezing out some warm gratitude.
Wildly swimming into the tunnels of dark hollow,
he persistently pleads for lamp light to follow;
( swish... swoosh... whoosh..)
Oh Great, looking out for her companion
appears the angel of destiny!
She browses & scans to spot his brow:
bandaged with thorns of sorrow.
At once approaches him with an aim to borrow
Tiny little golden finger traces his forehead furrow,
Eyes offer him illusioned syrup to swallow,
assuring that his woes would not exist up to morrow.
Then, rapidly brushing the needles of pain aside;
She promises to stay beside~
alerts him to no longer bide,
demands him to confront the tide,
comforts him to go down the slide,
For which, he earnestly tries to abide
by relishing the deep glide,
treasure hunts his lost poetry pride,
which later becomes his daily ride.
Travelling in it he feels cured and satisfied!
March 1 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Joshua 10-12
Key Verse – Joshua 10:8 And the LORD said unto Joshua, Fear them not: for I have delivered them into thine hand; there shall not a man of them stand before thee.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY PEACE-GIVING DELIVERER
Lord God, You are my peace-giving Deliverer…
… against smiting fear
Thank You for helping me with Your salvation so dear
In order for me to encamp in Your will’s gear
So that I can stay in Your presence, and to Your heart, always near.
Lord God, You are my peace-giving Deliverer…
… of pride-slaughter
Thank You for hearkening to me for my plea as Your beloved daughter
In order for me to seek Your plan around Your purpose-center
So that I can stand strong while to Your ministry-hall I enter.
Lord God, You are my peace-giving Deliverer…
… with Your reviving commandment
Thank You for hiding me in Your victory of sword’s empowerment
In order for me to remain in Your grace-settlement
So that I can pass through trials’ faith-refinement.
Lord God, You are my peace-giving Deliverer…
… by Your soul-searching calmness
Thank You for healing me from sin’s sickness-destructiveness
In order for me to enjoy Your springs of refreshing bountifulness
So that I can dwell in Your heavenly country of blissfulness.
Lord God, You are my peace-giving Deliverer…
… along Your eternal deliverance
Thank You for hallowing me for Your kingdom-treasures’ insurance
In order for me to serve You with gracious endurance
So that I can combat spoiling corruption for Your Gospel’s furtherance.
Lord God, You are my peace-giving Deliverer…
… assuring me battle victory
Thank You for hindering me against iniquity’s fury
In order for me to climb up Your mountain of faithfulness-territory
So that I can abide in Your divine inheritance-glory.
Lord God, You are my peace-giving Deliverer…
… upon Your reigning foundation
Thank You for holding me by Your authoritative position
In order for me to go up toward maturity-perfection
So that I can hurdle valley-temptation and wilderness-persecution.
March 1, 2023
https://www.strategypage.com/htmw/htsf/20160301.aspx
Beneath the rubble of the Ocean
Where Panoply Swirls Decadent
Memories of Jupiter
Before the Flood-Omega
and, retro-spect, the turn of Archimedes
Poseidon in A Rage
Prophecies the Doom of the Titans
The Rush of the Nightengales
In the Dark of Obsidian Night
In the Cool of the Shrouded Dawn
Whom Fell to Earth
Without Hearkening the Runes of the Sibyl
Or Gilding the Armor of the Hoplite
"They Came Only to Procure the Heat of Day"
Poseidon proclaimed to his Daughter Ocean
Or Complained,
Perhaps
In Damnable Rhyme
With the Flow and Beat of Her Tides
Steadily Plummeting Above
"Yes, And I Love Him For It."
>Venus^< Demurred Coquettishly
"His Day is the Urge That I Hear,
---In the Night."
Quietly, she returned to her Lonely Merman
Those lovely little precious moments
Moments we shared and treasured like two lovely doves
Doves that had fallen freshly in love
Love which had been nurtured over a long period of time
Time which had been kept assiduously by our bountiful parents
Parents who had been looking forward to this Nuptials
Nuptials planned since our conception in their wombs
Wombs that had born and bred other siblings
Siblings who had failed to grant them their heart desires
Desires they expect that we shall grant under any circumstance
Circumstances which we can no more bear and tolerate
Tolerate and bear circumstances like their constant nagging
Naggings which are gradually becoming a nuisance to our ears
Ears that have had to put up with these nonsensical demands
Demands which we are slowly hearkening to
To make them happy and satisfy their bitter souls
Souls that have not rested in many years
Years that have seen them hope to make this combination
Combination of their seeds in order to continue the family friendship bond
Steadfastness of faith-altitude
Anchored by Sovereign fortitude
Such is my humble prayer-plight…
Lord, brace my trust-impact full might.
When angst prevails midst life’s pressures
Your statutes of divine treasures
Prop up my soul for holy fight…
Lord, brace my service-impact height.
Abiding in Your fellowship
While following blest leadership
I’m geared to do well, sans sin blight
Lord, brace my steward-impact light.
Confessing guilt and transgression
My heart cleaves to Your compassion
Being pardoned to be contrite…
Lord, brace my walk-impact aright.
Hearkening to Your truthful voice
To stay against deceitful poise
I stand* firm on wisdom’s insight…
Lord, brace my choice-impact from fright.
Triumph of Your empowerment
Marked by blissful accomplishment
Keeps me pleasing You day and night…
Lord, brace my love’s impact; oh, bright.
Devoting all my utmost best
Praising You with gratitude zest
This poem for You I humbly write…
Lord, brace my poetry-impact flight.
*Galatians 5:1 Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage.
June 18, 2022
3rd place, "This or That, Vol 12" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 7/1/2022.
The wind whipped the canvas tarp,
rain pricked the pavilion with the
accuracy of a Master Archer,
weak seams were laid wide.
Upon bodies warm and wet with loving,
teardrops fell, a baptism of desire cleansed
spirits too long lost to the pleasures of the flesh.
Wind chimes rang like church bells hearkening
atonement while in the womb-like blackness,
filled with pheromones of passion and marked
with a plethora of moans, the lovers lay.