Best Interchange Poems
Flee the scene
before the dawn
frames the escape.
Treat with plenty of faith
& you can suspend belief,
like the irony
in how it takes a cynic
to persuade.
Poetic contracts speak
for a Man,
and a lord,
between a grave;
wonders death doesn’t come
when you’re aware of some strings,
even when waves roll back,
they tend to more often break
solely to come back again
and continue to take.
A power
to turn entire coasts
into the oceans deep.
A power
of breaking chains,
and setting free
the wings of angels
and their screams,
by tossing their guarded
and posts
into the tides
of the seas.
You’re not fleeing the scene
you’re redirecting,
and setting a stage.
Think again…
or, for once
and breathe.
Remember
of the unintended shadows
fallen in between
the ideas,
the words,
and the worlds of things.
You’re only claiming
of what you can’t see
of what we can’t know.
Anything can rise out.
Anything can become again.
That’s the curse of hope
that can never leave.
Let it go
And let it be.
What a sham,
I’m still fleeing the scene.
embrace the darkness
for it knows the light
squeeze and hug the clasp
untangle threads of false caress
hold on to the journey
take a seat on the ride
then pull the clutch
release and cuddle up
kiss away lost connection
align shadows and lustre
13th May 2021
Jesus Christ incarnate became a man
lived on this earth thirty and three years
showed to all who and what is God
faced man's opposition and all his smears
This Jesus the God-man took on our flesh
faced temptations just like us but overcame
showed life in all it's fullness by far
in that as well taking all our blame
Going to the cross as our substitute
paid for all our sins on His body on the tree
this was salvations price He paid to His father
so that His ransomed could go free
The great interchange Jesus came to do
taking our righteousness this for His very own
placing His pure garments upon us HIs elect
such merciful grace for our sins He did atone
Having Christ's spirit now within us
we can show Him to all who are lost
being of His character in words and deeds
showing to all redemptions great cost
Quote: “It is only because he became like us that we can become like him.” ? Dietrich Bonhoeffer. (1906- 1945) Christian Pastor.
Line of inquiry:
“Betwixt two thoughts there is a gap
No illusions therein entrap
In the time stretched pause we then see
Ego craving is a mousetrap” - Unseeking Seeker
You see it everywhere today -
people disagreeing; it seems to be the rage.
Many folks simply won’t give in.
Their ego becomes for them a cage.
Inside this cage and during the pause
of such contrariness, there are no winners
when stubbornness, pride, and hate
turn well-meaning folks into sinners.
Seek understanding of your neighbor
even if the schism between you is wide.
Let go of ego; embrace love
by letting its pure light be your guide.
I can't tell you what to think,
for your thoughts are
exclusively yours,
and they are elusive.
They come and go as they please.
With it's complexities,
It comes whenever it likes,
overloading your head
with it's multiple waves to create
and recreate your being.
It's rhythmic interchange
balances everything concerning you.
I cannot tell you how or what to feel,
your feelings are exclusively yours.
Both your thoughts and your feelings
are quite interwoven.
Manifesting as emotionally motivated thoughts,
or thoughtfully motivated emotions,
all working in synergy to bring a
perfect union.
The paths you walk,
the things you do generates them.
Only you can draw
the map of your inner life.
Though the understanding
of it eludes you.
But the path you choose to walk
is eternally exclusively yours.
It leads you to that place of your rebirth.
It may be peaceful.
Your printout may be chaos.
This design is your very own,
created by you.
But in all,
only you have the power to change it,
and make it right.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All rights reserved.
There is a place
A moment's space
where Time is paused
and hush is caused
Where infinity
we almost see
where colors flash
and letters dash
While not a word
but thought is heard
Thought will then muse
Till word ensues
But did it dare
find Ego's lair
where “I” command
is in demand
If thought is deep
Let Ego sleep
Or else remorse
might stem our course
Yet “I” is strong
shouts Evermore
and finds scant use
on other's shore.
Now there are clues
Though each is strong
The one we choose
May prove us wrong.
But at last although
there is one choice
which will then echo
as our voice.
There is a moon stuck inside the stoplight
A still unblinking gaze controlling blood tides
Circulatory system like New York City in the seventies
The thrashing of my tire fire heart led
To the tribute of an overzealous blood tithe
With the buzzing of the latch relay circuit
Night and day, the cosmic light switch clicks
Itself into place, there is no dusk or dawn
We are burdened to tread in the interchange
We are a gathering of werewolves, in need
Of a blood moon, craving catharsis and hope
There is no time to pencil in a reverie
A daily scene, like a living nightmare
Turning us into cybernetic lycanthropes
Skies fall, expect the weather change.
Look-see the atmosphere when strange.
Heads-up for fate’s rearrange.
Don’t blink, hearken an abrupt change;
For water’s deep…home on the range.
Earth’s writhing in interchange.
Line of inquiry:
“Betwixt two thoughts there is a gap
No illusions therein entrap
In the time stretched pause we then see
Ego craving is a mousetrap”
Souls sipping sin of ego sweet like sap
Become stuck in the spiritual mousetrap
Oh but to experience grace repenting
Learning that God alone sets souls free
To live as flawed human is to experience
Trials tribulations of feverish flesh
Impressionable mind perhaps barely aware
Of the seed of sin planted in thoughts
Returning in actions as being evident one is lost
But betwixt two thoughts there is a gap
Where truth lives and He is
An escape to salvation
Emancipation from the abyss’s curse
Easy to be distracted yet easier
To have redacted the sins of your soul
Confess and be blessed with humility
Be cleansed by the Holy fire as ego leaves
Find it true that all things
Work for the betterment of the Lord
That even in the clutches of sin
One can repent and be saved therein
Bible stories leave for us a roadmap
That we may find our ways out the mousetrap
S-un
H-as
A-ppeared
R-ising
L-ively
A-s
M-orn
A-nd
T-wilight
I-nterchange
M-utually
T-o
I-rradiate
M-eadow
Topic: Birthday of Sharla Matimtim (June 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Between the last drift of one thought
and the unsure lift of the next ,
there’s a bit of open space-
where the mind finally rests,
when it just stops.
Nothing lifts.
Nothing sinks.
The pull of wanting softens
like a tide that has run out of push.
In that quiet empty space,
light doesn’t try to overpower shadow
and shadow doesn’t step aside.
They just sit together
in their slow , patient way.
And I, letting go of the names I hold,
stand still
between past and future.
It is not revelation.
It is not bliss.
It is the gentle unmaking
of the part of me that keeps watch in the quiet.
A stillness wide enough to hold all,
and calm enough to take nothing.
A quiet place the heart knows:
the heart was never divided.
written_12022025_Don Mueang
Thoughts rush like river—
currents pulling every want
into fevered swirls
the ego clenches its hold
hungry for the next longing.
When a hush opens
empty betwixt between breaths
in pause unforeseen
behests relent in stillness
which the ego can't abide.
In that slender void
the illusion becomes clear—
wants insatiable
can never be satisfied
in the rush of desiring.
Ego's mousetrap waits
baited with its same old ache—
the want to have more
yet the pause disarms the snare
as false hunger wanes waiting.
In the pause revealed
the trap is an illusion—
unsprung, unbound, flayed
the ego fills the spaces
with cravings unfulfilling.
Line of inquiry:
“Betwixt two thoughts there is a gap
No illusions therein entrap
In the time stretched pause we then see
Ego craving is a mousetrap.”
Pause of Polarity Interchange
We build our own mousetrap
Don’t be a sap
We even hide the cheese
And then we freeze
Amazing maze with walls
Dangerous falls
We can run a distance
With persistence
Tummies groan for cheddar
Time I fed her
But she doesn’t hold water
Ego got her
Parenthesis, a hold
Don’t get too old
Before finding way out
Follow the route
Cheddar never mattered
Only flattered
Better sustenance found
When you rebound
between waking and sleeping
or dreaming and deep sleep state
where are we when the tumbler falls
31-August-2021
Light and darkness swing
Turn by turn they hide
Yet at dawn and dusk
Hues intermingling
They collaborate
Sleep to waking
Gap within change
Void of stillness
No thought at play
In silence
In the void
No mirror
Then thus
We do
Be
24-October-2020