Best Intervening Poems
Black Diamond Night (a coal miner’s cemetery)
Where the ebony, we call “NIGHT”,
Old black rocks sit under the twilight
Diamond shape eyes unclear and lonely,
Sinister through hostile spirits only,
I stumble across these stones without a bone
A solitary confinement alone,
From a barren zone the light transcend
Only in time, our minds will mend
Endless valleys and limitless stones
These bones- these bones they sit alone
The abyss, of rotten cavities with no fill,
A system no power can unwell the drill
The blood that passed over without a spill
Peaks collapse into a spellbinding chill
They are trapped! They are trapped!
Another diamond in the rough
Is what they left
Obsessed with the dead without a death
A death that impatiently awaited their last breath
Gushing, into the gems of dead chemistry,
Diamonds holding its own intensity,
These lonely graves, on top of sycamore hill
Coal mining hearts that will never heal
If only shiny eyes could see?
These lonely bones inside of me!
Moving in every direction possible
Flowing in every direction noticeable
Sockets without eyes.
Stones hiding under the cobalt skies.
The mad sparkles, the madness dies.
Throughout this mess, we held in the blasphemous
Intervening lots of gems so miraculous
Into a stone of self-religion,
A black night filled of legions
Acknowledging the soul's capacity of free
Near the frail bones that sit alone,
Alone they sit in a morbid home.
Through a path unclear and all alone,
Troubled by the visions of my own stone
Where the night takes place in the dark
The ebony rides under the diamond bark
Along with the coal miners who never got to see the;
“Diamonds of another day!”
I loved you from the onset ...
at the twilight of our first romantic sunrise
Fading rainbow rays of the morning,
our love had such young, bright eyes
Dashing across the field of promises,
under the full strength of the sun
We had a love so vibrant,
a love so very young
Time had no relevance for us,
we were two star children
orbiting each other in love
The gravity of attraction
pulling us closer and closer each day
Heart to heart meetings
in a meadow on warm spring afternoons
Our lips in sync,
fingers caressing one another
Emotions moving in tune
We had a love so exuberant,
a love so maturing
As our summer of single, one-on-one happiness
merged into wedded bliss
We vowed to give our betrothed hearts
a passionate autumn kiss
Time was of no significance to us,
we were so madly in love
Thus, when our children budded
and their fruit fell from the family tree,
the radiant autumn sun
sparkled through the kaleidoscopic leaves
We had a love so enduring,
a love so faithfully strong
That over the years, our love has only grown
I loved you til the very end ...
as the dawn of sunset slowly settled in
The brilliant, golden rays of the evening years,
showed our love had such ancient, luminous eyes,
which dried away all the intervening tears
Sitting on the edge of winter's cold embrace,
basking in the ebbing strength of the sun
I see every loving moment in every wrinkle on your face
Now at the dawn of our setting sun ...
We have a love so timeless,
a love so ageless
A love forever young
As I am growing older and life becoming lonelier,
The past beckons, and though I had almost tossed it out,
The idea of going back to my native land and my people
Now grows in me as an urgency with no trace of doubt.
I shall go, my soul flying faster than my supple limbs
To perch on my native land that I left long time ago
To see the changes, these intervening years have brought
And to revive the glorious past that in me still aglow
To listen again to the melodious tunes, half forgotten
To laugh and talk with my one- time bosom friends
To enjoy a life lighter and less demanding
Free of all finesse, rid of all stilted and crazy trends
I shall visit each of my lovesome former haunts
The parish church and my parents' forlorn graves
I shall go to the village school which I loved the best
That still resurrects in me memories, waves on waves
I shall go wandering through the country roads
Listen to birds' shrill calls, lovely and clear
Watch the smile rekindling old familiar faces
And enjoy the sweet rustic air, dust free and pure
I want to watch the Gulmohar in opulent bloom
Feel the scent of jasmines opening at night
Walk through the paddy fields stretching endless
Enjoy all the rural scenes that greatly delight
Climb the small hill where gooseberries grow
Wind down my way to my friends’ quarters
And travel farther to the river side with my pals
To have a dip in the river's cool and clear waters
Oh, I shall be away from the roaring crowd for ever
And relish the peace and quiet, free of all grinding chores
Cling to life's commonplace things and charms
Find my own footing there, never to be back to alien shores!
It starts as a thought,
a troubling notion far out
on the extremes of distance
making room for a lifetime
to occupy the intervening space.
Seasons come and go -
wildflowers ripple colour
across wide open plains
and inland rivers exhaust
into a shimmering heat haze
beneath an outback sun.
Fruits ripen and vines rush
to swell their sweet bounty
before the savagery of frost.
Love blossoms, grows, matures
into a silence, gathering all
that has been spoken
into an offering to transcendence.
Candles are lit in the crevices
of the soul.
It comes finally,
swallowing distance -
a whole lifetime -
and you stand paralysed
within your own sense of being,
powerless in the cross-hairs
of its sure aim.
Lyrics are timed to music
Out there - a distant shore
I’ve seen your face before
It’s De’ja`vu with thoughts of you
Then feelings of a loss, come tomorrow
Sometime - another place
I’ve seen - your smiling face
It’s De’ja'vu of thoughts I knew
Love is meant to be, not the sorrow
I searched, beyond the stars
I looked beneath the moon
I know JUST KNOW - without a DOUBT
My heart - will show me soon
Oh way out there - a distant land
That’s where - my love began
Now De’ja'vu fills thoughts anew
So happy again - come tomorrow
So far, beyond that star
We’ll kiss far beneath the moon
I know, without a DOUBT
My heart will show me where soon
I’m sure, with wings I’ll soar
With love, I knew before
I’ll spread my wings I’ll learn to fly
And never ever again - be broken hearted
Oh we can fly with wings on high
Then never ever again, we’ll be parted
Synopsis of total De’ja’vu play that these lyrics were composed for:
The lives of two lovers was torn apart way back in the 14th century when she was banished. The interference could have caused a Pattern shift of Destiny in the Loom of Time. Could a certain couple be the same star crossed lovers that have searched for each other through many lifetimes over the centuries?
A wise mystical character from the bygone era is a keen observer and blames himself for not intervening. He also wonders that since the Earth is the cradle of humanity, would humans have progressed past the cradle in this day and age.
Foot note:
Ron and I love musical theater. After seeing a disappointing play, he rose to my challenge in regard to the comment he made that he could have written better. The result was De’ja’vu, a Romantic Musical.
I wrote the lyrics in collaboration with him, but due to the enormous staging costs the music was never written and we abandoned the project.
The lyrics for this piece have been tweaked to ‘La mer’, also known as ‘Beyond the Sea’ and one of my Dad’s favorite songs. (Wish he was here, he would have composed the music)
Sorry folks, if and when we find suitable music to the lyrics of the Grand Finale, I’ll post it
The coastal lighthouses, intervening
in many dangerous undercurrents.
it's beacon interacts vigorously
as vessel realigns, manoeuvring
past many obstacles undistinguished
by any obvious visionary.
So sailing faultlessly, continuing
home without treacherous impediments
Penned 19 September 2014 by Seren Roberts
I'll be thinking of you as the cloak of night weeps lullabies to the waiting moon,
where morning star through cloudless sky sips the sweet of morning dew,
still, if the light should forget to shine, the beauty of you time can not impugn
as in my mind, yet your sweet smile, whispers the secrets of the one I knew.
Think of me if tear drops, like pastel pearls, kiss your soft smooth cheek
and the music stops, when the wind no more whistles across the ocean dune
for when the sweetness of your song, your tender lips will no longer speak
I'll be thinking of you as the cloak of night weeps lullabies to the waiting moon.
Think of me, when the fragrant petal adorns your satin wind fingered hair
far beyond the rough waters that life's long illusions have swept through you
to a place where vining arbors grow, Plumeria, Spider Lilly, and flowers rare,
where morning star through cloudless sky sips the sweet of morning dew.
Think of me on summer's day when melting sun warmed our cares away
like the breeze that caressed your glowing skin, here today, gone too soon
leaving only fading memories and dark lonely flashes of yesterday,
still, if the light should forget to shine, the beauty of you time can not impugn.
Think of me when the verse no longer rhymes and my words lose their meaning
for the muse that once lived inside of me, now, is but a curse of relic rune
which drowns in mumbled eternity, no voice for love nor life's intervening,
as in my mind, yet your sweet smile, whispers the secrets of the one I knew.
Remember me in the cold of winter past, when rain drenched our skin and soul,
clouds of pain like dagger's edge, against each finger my warm hands would be,
with exhaled breath I tried my best but the rain kept falling and took its toll,
before pastel sunsets untimely death, as thoughts weigh kind, please, think of me
...for I'll be thinking of you.
04/18/2019
At 22, her life still gave mine meaning
This feral kitten born inside a barn
In dark times, she was ever intervening
To bring smiles, she wrestled balls of yarn
When arthritis kept Katy from leaping
I picked her up and knew she’d soon meet fate
But still, she purred as I just sat by weeping
Till one morning, I opened the floodgate
I buried her beneath her favorite oak
A place where she’d spent many hours preening
And sure am I she never misses a stroke
From Angel Gabe whose arm she must be cleaning
*August 15, 2020
For Constance’s “All Pets Go to Heaven” contest
Here am I enthralled by sunset delight
while beholding celestial beauty blend with horizon's majestic sight
in letting go of this day's triumph as well as challenges' blight
to welcome tomorrow, filled with hopefulness' might.
Sunset colors cheer me when rattled with successive rush-hour dues
Presenting choices of varied priorities’ hues…
I praise the Lord for His interfering beauty-clues
For me to "let go" in vanquishing failure-frustration blues.
Sunset reality witnesses times that I grumble, murmur, complain...
Yearning to yell, "I wish I had the balls midst this strain
"To tell them how I really felt with stressed heart and vexed brain..."
How fortunate I am for the Prince of peace soothes my pain.
Oh, sunset sensation helps me in such condescending, yet humbling moment
As it grips my soul toward radiant fellowship-engagement...
With prayer’s marvels along communion-wonderment
"Letting God" willingly brings joyous amazement!
Through sunset rays of bright heavenly perspective
I’m prodded to be sincerely attentive
So as not to miss my Master’s vital directive
Midst efforts as His steward, to stay active.
So then with sunset glow, I welcome any intervening incident
To teach me to become more prudent
Knowing that those I hold tight with grip so ardent
May break me, leaving a deep hurt-dent.
Basking in sunset iridescence, I thank God, nothing slips from His hand
And He never needs a magic wand
He holds me within His love so grand
He protects my hair’s slightest strand.
Inspired by sunset revelations, I succumb to spiritual bouncing
Learning that I must soar for divine pressing;
Thus, there will never be any loss in letting go, but a blessing
Since I can learn great lessons toward faith*-bracing!
*Galatians 3:26 For ye are all the children of God by faith in Christ Jesus.
August 1, 2018
Edited on September 13, 2023
2nd place, "Sunsets" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on 9/25/2023
Accessible,adjacent,adjoining
Akin and alongside-
A man made for us.
Close,connected,contigious,
Neighbourly and nigh-
A man made for us.
Mentor,mediator,moderator
'Twixt and between-
A man made or us.
Advocate and honest broker
Intervening interceder-
A man made for us.
January 1 Scripture Meditations Based on Genesis 1-3
Key Verse - Genesis 1:1 In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BEING MY BEGINNING
You created me wonderfully
You formed me marvelously
You shaped me amazingly
You filled me against my void, sufficing me abundantly…
I surely thank You wholeheartedly.
You are my light
You are my watcher at night
You are my day starter right
You are my firmament-guard so bright…
I really thank You with faith’s might.
You greet me every morning
You protect me in between lunch and evening
You secure me in my sleep’s dreaming and groaning
You keep me in Your goodness of feasting and dining…
I joyously thank You for Your constant intervening.
You made me in Your image and after Your likeness
You let me have dominion over Your creatures by Your greatness
You blessed me toward multiplying fruitfulness
You subdue my pride through Your replenishing gentleness…
I truly thank You for Your graciousness.
You give me product-yielding capacity
You bestow me with work-diligence ability
You sanctify me to labour in Your field of spirituality
You comfort me in Your rest as I cleave to Your presence-serenity…
I earnestly thank You along Your gifts’ bounty.
You defend me from the subtle serpent’s deception
You encompass me with Your assurance-sanction
You pull me against curses’ destruction
You drive me toward Your protection from enmity’s sorrow-infliction affliction…
I verily thank You, praising You for my soul’s eternal salvation.
You rule over me with Your commandment
You prop me from sin-caused miseries by Your encouragement
You love me, calling me with Your life-commitment
You place me in Your heart of genuine contentment…
I triumphantly thank You and Your sovereign control every moment.
January 1, 2022
After reading a couple of poems about spelling and grammar, i questioned about the the correct use of affect vs. effect and had a bit of a play around with a few words.
Silent One ... this is for you. :-)
Started reading some poems about English spelling and grammar,
I brought up affect and effect which threw in a bit of a spanner.
Does anyone really understand the difference between the two?
I like to think I’ve got it but the truth is I don’t have a clue.
I set myself a mission to find out about these two words,
What I didn’t realise was, there is actually a third.
Affect is to change or cause an influence in a particular event,
Effect is when a change has occurred, so that answers that argument.
But as I investigate further, when S is added to effect it changes the entire meaning,
It means personal belongings, my head now hurts, oh why did I start intervening?
Get ready for the ride of a lifetime.
Don’t get it twisted, sit back, relax, stay calm, unwind,
trust and believe, all’s going to work out, all’s going to be fine.
Welcome to the “Time To Change The World” traveler’s guide,
where your safety, finance and peace of mind I hold with pride,
You’re guaranteed comfort right here on this slide;
determination by your demographics, religion or color of skin?
Not on this ride, all welcomed come on in.
Are you ready? Excited? Well let’s begin.
A wondrous world from the beginning to the very end.
Now this is more than just a proposition,
no longer a need for ammunition,
gun manufacturing an abomination,
a high priority is to save our nation.
Once gun factories are shut down,
farming communities would make the round,
for where these buildings once stood,
feeding the people would be the good.
Higher education about educating, teaching, serious learning, not the cost;
Walk the stage, new beginning, no burden of loans, not a loss.
Not to repeat the past learn from it, for it is our history;
That deep rooted Women’s inferiority complex will not be
The Black Man slave mentality no longer his-story;
The White Man superiority complex barely a memory.
The word free goes back to it’s original meaning
Not like in today’s commercials, “try it for free” shipping and handling intervening.
The new mentality is “Love Of One Nation, One World”
this goes out for every man, woman, boy and girl
Each and every family is guaranteed a home
Be it a family of ten or a family of just one alone.
Cost of living is an affordable scale as it should be
Housing, food, clothes, jobs of which there are plenty;
set up and maintained for the many, being denied life’s essentials there won’t be any.
Of the distance,
beauty appeared at peace, calmly resting.
Proximity grew closer to this human figurine;
lengthy legs painted in ocean blue jeans.
The thesis statement to male's eyes in dreams.
But those legs...
Those legs were the topic of my eyes
Pupils conversing in-between her inner thighs
The rhetorical tongue eager to submit beneath sun rise
Thickened bridled muscle strengthens to rise
I mean d*** Oh me! Oh myy!
Oooo wee such a beautiful sexy queen.
Envisioning,
If at current, her faucet is running. ..
Slow-ly d
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So the fleshes hydration can be full-filling.
Muscles within muscles while warm liquid falling?
Can we start engaging?
Lips connect; gently kissing... (Pause)
But the guiltiness in the minds eye began interrupting
Spirit intervening
Muscles deflating
Suddenly, no tempting to the extent of no lusting
Corrective vision restoring
Walking through the escape door from fornicating...whew!
As the moon tiptoes in
Eyes close and knees bend
The darkened closet within
Praying to overcome this certain sin
That I indeed struggle in
And that I may be born again
This I pray, from day to day...Amen
INK-U-SCRIPT
06-04-2014
This is the day the Lord gave.
His blessing is guiding our way.
He has manifested the extraordinaire.
He is why we live.
His intervening in human affairs has brought forth humanitarian events...
Insofar, our episodic existence augments our intelligence.
Stated to be a poetic boon, god sent for sure.
Divine intervention scribe on our scrolls, we are pathfinders to fulfill our inner core.
Life formed to live, we are human beings.
Our footprints came long-ago via the Apostles and Prophets of the Lord.
Great Awakening took place and religion emerged.
No statue is limit in our theological presence.
We must keep company to our beliefs.
Therefore, a psalmist endurance becomes his or her poetic content.
We may write in prose, verse and flow, or both.
Our spirits will explore.
Our souls will be exposed.
Divine intervention is deification interference.
Interpolation defines our cause.
Wisdom sallied forth.
Pure utterance is a godsend.
We are scribes of history.
We are the writers of a holy scripture for humanity.
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Verlena S. Walker
PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 16, 2014!