Best Largeness Poems
A Busy City Street
Every day I walk along a busy city street.
every day I meet largeness of an elephant
and smallness of an atom
in the busy city street,
though I've never met an elephant
or an atom
in my busy city street.
I sometimes notice greatness of Buddha
and littleness of jealousy,
though I've never noticed Buddha
or Jealousy
in my busy city street.
I often think about the emptiness of my mind
and the fullness of my soul
in the busy city street,
though I don't know anything
about my mind or soul
in the busy city street.
Every day I walk along my busy city street
where somebody sees my direness
and others see my pleasantness,
though nobody has seen me.
How do you know a great man,
Two things i tell you.
The largeness of his heart and the insight of his mind.
"The Thrilling In-Between"
Touched
Soft cerebral
warm breath
paints dusky the warm place
whispers across satin skin
laces come undone
on the lost floor fallen
her skin runs like a river
under the velvet of
his beckoning windows
she’s a mystery
as he tastes her
boundaries
between the
districts of
stay or go
Sliding hands
over a new map
uncovering secrets and
their uncharted territories
they're both deep
hidden-wells
he doesn’t want you
to feel ill at ease
she thinks where’s
the thrill in that, please?
genuflecting on her knees
Manifesting forbidden
apples is Eve
legs entwined around
Adam’s farewell green leaves
red cherry rose
lips to drink in
another’s soul
to taste and
Touch his
Soft cerebral
Moving ever closer
they dance the
Thrilling In-Between
two smiles evolve
conjoined flames
their largeness
in life grows
Burning hot
their sensual world
sanguine
immolating
cerebral soft
like a river
flows
(LadyLabyrinth/2018)
https://youtu.be/6h_WMDMvlcQ
Molly Bloom's Soliloquay,
Chapter 18,
"Ulysses" by James Joyce
https://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/j/joyce/james/j8u/episode18.html
“Her veins flowed with liquid poetry. I stole the words from her mouth with my kisses.”
Largeness of the throat
Rejects bolus of its size
A brilliant proverb
DAUGHTERS
Opposites presented by Goddess
in talons of Eagle
on wings of Dove
Equally loved
A torrent from a fierce black cloud
yang frothing waves in a storm
beating seaweed rocks
claiming it in her bosom
then furling it afar
into unknown depths
where Neptune roars
his roar on end
boasting an indigo flag
Then ...light as a feather
yin floating on a shimmering beach
rosy ringlets microscope crabs, bubbles
giggling at ant antics
in crevices of creaky floorboards
while autumn Sun sets
dew drops on clover leaves
so misty morning says Hello !
A dancing juicy apricot
kisses at library doors
spongy beneath oak exterior
where beetles dug a hundred paths
staring defiance at an orange star
scornful, graceful, factual
proclaiming a Largeness of Life !
An Earth child in long waves of auburn
reaching for Mercury
A Spirit child, Earth located
One imaged from bowels of struggle
she whispered freedom in my ears
when behind prison bars
I sat counting toes
One imaged from Gabriel’s gown
or was it Merlin’s ?
she fingered watercolours
through my lenses
As Saturn said goodbye ...
Sirius screamed from wreaking hell
wrought from rages or sages unknown
Born in blood without its blue
from a womb of turmoil tremors
crystal dripping dark strife
hypocrisy contemplated
torn apart by churning guts
as young medics ogled
grimaced, searched
so premature, so incubated
it was “I will survive!”
Sun and Moon crossed one another
not knowing which way but loose
streaming rivers flowing sideways
in dusty towns, painted villages, rape
a gecko appeared on a pillowcase
Gangster peeped through a window
books came tumbling down
numbers flew away
lashes black as croaking crow
it was “I am here!”
There can be no coin to
ponder if not faces two
no tornado ripping apart
if no breezes play on
a horse farm in Karoo
No life if no death
Night clings to day
as daybreak clings to escaping night
sunset embraces twilight
negates itself, disappearing
one embalming the other while
flying
together on a silver thread
in blueberry Sky !
What If?
When we were young it was a familiar friend
Always with us as we looked with wonder
Everything seemed possible, nothing out of reach
Dreams were wonders filled with possibilities.
Before we were afraid of the truth,when we were still honest
Open to unseen possibilities
Unconcerned with the opinions of others
We were free to imagine.
No boundaries to compel us to conform
No expectations of group commonality
We were entranced by the largeness of creation
Giddy with excitement that we had a part to play.
But then the expectations of others made our light go dim
Putting heavy weights on our once joyful shoulders
Causing them to droop with the shame of perceived failure
No longer seeing life looking back in the mirror
We have lost our identity, trading it for sameness
Our imagination replaced with logic
No longer alive to beauty, no longer filled with hope
Overwhelming joy and anticipation replaced by a blank stare.
What if we chose to turn around?
To believe that what was lost could be found
What if we chose to believe that what was taken has been restored by grace
What if our joy and imagination returned?
What if?
Beloved of the Lord
Long before the prophets Isiah, Micah, Daniel, and Zechariah.
Long before the world knew of the son of man, Jesus, Christ, the King of Kings the great Messiah.
God found favor in the rainbow baby and develop a covenant with him.
Then it came to pass by God's holy declaration; that the rainbow baby will be the new king of Jerusalem.
God gave him the brilliant light of wisdom and righteousness during his nonage of no more than a tender score.
God gave him wisdom and complete understanding and great largeness of the heart like the sand on the seashore.
The Israelites blew horns and gathered in a cheerful rally.
He grew and ruled by the faithful hand of God and he was loved by many who praised him and compared him to the lilies of the valley.
For many years his wisdom set fire to the souls of mortal men.
His rare sagacity to them was agreeable, proposing, insatiable, and truthful and was chiseled to their encephalon and kept deep within.
This wonderful king of ole.
Who's skin was black as coal.
His head is as the finest as gold.
His locks are as bush and black as a raven.
He was a king of peace and a promised new haven
copyright 4/24/22
March 29 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Kings 4-7
Key Verse –1Kings 4:29 And God gave Solomon wisdom and understanding exceeding much, and largeness of heart, even as the sand that is on the sea shore.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY WISDOM ENDOWER
Lord God, You are my wisdom Endower through Your truth’s pillar
Thank You for Your presence, never far
Indeed working in me to win divine war
Along my personal prayer-altar.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Endower through Your precept’s advice
Thank You for Your purpose that lets me spiritually rise
Indeed assigning me for ministerial role of eternal price
Along my granted freedom against carnal device.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Endower through Your counsel’s provision
Thank You for Your advice of heavenly perception
Indeed making me dwell safely in Your protection
Along my dedicated devotion.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Endower through Your principle’s greatness
Thank You for Your promised peacefulness
Indeed ruling over me by Your compassionate steadfastness
Along my sincere earnestness.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Endower through Your statutes’ reign
Thank You for Your direction upon life-building terrain
Indeed leading me by Your holiness that does not wane
Along my submission against selfishness’ strain.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Endower through Your testimony’s judgment
Thank You for Your mercy and justice-settlement
Indeed anchoring me upon Your redemption-fulfillment
Along my ministry-commitment.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Endower through Your guidance-height
Thank You for Your answers to my prayer-plight
Indeed assuring me Your presence radiantly bright
Along my faithful stewardship’s delight.
March 29, 2023
A man takes note of
A spiders largeness and speed
Before he kills it
Getting About The House
Old man feels his head before he steps from bed
Hair once resided there so long ago
Now disappeared in hippie dreams and smoke
He props himself up real slow
On elbow then on hand to stand
Makes a right turn into the bathroom to manage issues there
The world is no longer round. It lost its largeness
Inside, it shrunk. It turned into the squared off rooms
Meanderings, explorations, resume inside, well defined
A universe that moves as slow, rigidly confined
The fossil from the past moves down the hall
Made a left then right to find the kitchen
Still fixed in place, the same location every time, day and night
Old man no longer walks in open spaces out in nature
Kept warm inside with shades and blinds closed tightly
Eggs and toast beside a cup of coffee hot
He knows what he likes
With another left and right in fuzzy slippers
He whispers to himself in mumbles and in slurs
Curses but no one hears a word
Turns in the opposite direction to find his bed again
Getting about the house gets easier every time
According to him, that's what he said
MY DREAM
I have watch in my very heart
the true colour of my dream;
For the size is as empire,very large and the
Fragrance thereof as aperture of a
Diamond;
Yet,the road is diverged,like in a dilemma.
Thanks to the Lord in and
For Leading me In the way thereof.
I see,i saw and i conquer those sucker to my
Dream;
For my Lord made me from the start
And my pen never late to draw my plans,
Its evergreen yet holding sweet aroma of
Its largeness.
I see my Lord awaken for my sake
Pleading my path with lesson to learn,though
I learned and yet,learning;
For the road to accomplishment is of the Lord,my
Lord and my God,
Leading me the road less expensive.
02/09/2005(1:30am)
You Come to Me in Small
You come to me in small
Your largeness waiting
in the quiet
Yet unseen
Grandeur
You can be found
in shopping malls
banquet halls
satellite TV
1000’s and 1000’s cheering
Maybe I get lost in crowds
You come to me in still
Giving me grace
to fill with you
Welling up – willing in
You come
Published: Ancient Paths
August spider webs become thick as February snow wisps
Accumulating on our window sills
If each of us
All eight billion
Could stand in line in gardens and beside the sea
And wait our turn
To blast far up in outer space
And spend two minutes
Gazing down to our primate planet Earth
Through a little window
Perfectly fit to the size of all our faces
I think
The wonder
Of smallness and largeness and its great indifference
Could make it so that no human being
Would dare think of themselves as alone
Or desperate
Or insignificant
Ever again
We’d all believe
And killing would end.
O thou little town
situated within the largeness of Judah
Wee little lamb Bethlehem
skipping alongside the big city rams
Chosen by God
for your humbleness
You were never numbered
amongst the mighty and proud
Receive your special delivery,
Messiah in a manger ...
the Highest born amidst the lowly
Savior of the world
born in such a small place
The few shepherds who saw the holy view,
would never forget the golden child’s face
The goodwill of God towards man
was birthed in little Bethlehem
A love so large and infinite
delivered in a tiny parcel of land —
Bethlehem, like a mustard seed,
is where the gospel of salvation began
AND WHAT IS the largeness of God?
All knowning and compassionate?
Judge, jury and executioner?
The beginning and ending of all?
the Alpha and Omega.
If so, then I am only one human,
a thing created by that One who
is surpassed by all things.
But this I do know: compassion
has no limits and greatness is
not confined to words. And
beginnings are not really
a beginning but moreso a
continuation of Life. And i am
focused on truth too.
My foot is within the ass of
all those who have polluted
the concept of a God; control
is their device but mine is
of Love and Patience. Let
the worlds' institutions burn,
let the false words crumble,
and allow freedom of Sprit
to Rule: We are Nature.
And Nature Rules.
:: 09-25-2017 ::