Best Nearer Poems
The hour matters none ... for the energies have exhausted.
In the year of our Lord ... nineteen hundred and twelve, April fifteenth.
Writes a future living star ... wish their joys so he may shine.
'Tis to be a deliberate endeavor ... they call life.
An unaccountable ledger of sums ... know he the worth of it.
For in that great beyond is an opened book ... ere his youth.
There'd be certain measures that wretched body ... once unmasked.
Natures of a retired validity ... that aloof vainglory.
Tarries an elusive shell ... the semblance of human sorts.
A cub sponged in denizens hound ... the spoils of settled earth.
Masques of the poor scores yon ... and indifference spared them from their kind.
Their pain slices him whole ... in this grand finale of truth.
The role he crawl from under ... frees a den's claimed orphaned cub.
He conformed to their ways ... indulgence begets an awakening.
De-sands a timepiece from Giza ... transforms the silent lamb.
Qualities of Osiris ... no longer foxes kinsman.
Without manipulative truth ... mainly defines reality.
Loss crept e'er so close ... as circumstances affront him now.
The iniquities ... recorded in that hallowed ledger,
He lay claim to its authenticity ... 'twas him who'd inflicted;
upon those who were of wickedness ... and the righteous few.
He included self ... in self-afflictions of great numbers,
wherever the blame may lie ... be it concerning his existence,
thereupon points those sharpened fingers ... deserving of it.
Repentance for his sins ... subjugated through crying eyes.
His life for another ... sans a name or a face in lieu of tears.
They shared the deafening silence ... two muted distinct smiles.
One in tears looked onward ... to a face of blessed assurance.
The last boat edges off into the dark ... desperation arose.
A great clamoring ascends ... into the bitter abyss.
The hymn, "Nearer My God to Thee," ... the chaos stops to song.
Ships officer calls out, ... "Abandon ship, every man for themselves."
Lost lamb hopes his roll's called up yonder ... as his last words read ...
Bring the sky nearer to me
give me back the childhood days,
so near to me that I can see
a rainbow's kiss with sunrays!
Give me back the childhood days
those wonder eyes to see in sky,
a rainbow's kiss with sunrays
butterfly dreams free to fly!
Those wonder eyes to see in sky
a twilight's birth with morning dream,
butterfly dreams free to fly
like childhood dawn's first sun beam!
A twilight's birth with morning dream
so near to me that I can see,
like childhood dawn's first sun beam
bring the sky nearer to me!
© kashinath karmakar
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Nearer My God (The Band Played On)
"Nearer, My God, to Thee" played on. . .
calmly played by eight who stood upon
A sinking deck. That fearless band
Just played at nobody’s command
As if in strange oblivion!
Surely some serenity was drawn
That night by all those hanging on
To hope and hearing strains so grand. . .
Nearer my God.
They vanished long before the dawn,
But for those eight, a prize was won.
For though they’d not return to land,
They’d all been strong and selfless and
Would know a better place anon. . .
Nearer my God.
For Paula Swanon's Contest:
Just Poetry
I was nearer to Heaven then
As I trespassed cloud and sky--
And I will travel there again,
When next I chance to fly.
How grand the heady heights achieved,
To Heaven, near or far--
Of greatness I no more deceived,
For how very small we are!
Bring the sky nearer to me
give me back the childhood days,
so near to me that I can see
a rainbow's kiss with sunrays!
Give me back the childhood days
those wonder eyes to see in sky,
a rainbow's kiss with sunrays
butterfly dreams free to fly!
Those wonder eyes to see in sky
a twilight's birth with morning dream,
butterfly dreams free to fly
like childhood dawn's first sun beam!
A twilight's birth with morning dream
so near to me that I can see,
like childhood dawn's first sun beam
bring the sky nearer to me!
© kashinath karmakar
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Placement:5th; (March 2011)
Contest:Back to Back
Sponsor:Paula Swanson
By:kashinath karmakar (15th March 2011)
Angels are apart
not a part of us
Before our time
Outside auric space
The energy in form
creates a pleasant face
to ease us
please us
Saying they are sent by God
Moses
Allah
Krishna
Jesus
The Serpent god
still resides within
Wrapping itself around original sin
keeps us looping life
in a restrictive spin
until we untangle from the matrix
that locks us in
to a future fueled by the past
Energy patterns
set in a Carbon cast
Light sealed in dark
like Holly wood beneath the bark
Magic under the skin we scar
We return to heal the ONe
Relight the fallen star
Ignite the golden fire
from the burning embers
of your sacred pyre
In death I AM
In Light You Are
the imagined distance
between near and far
the inner eye can see
I Will be done on Earth
All that Is within reach
from I to You
the Love is True
No mind to blind
No Angel to Be
attached to our reality
We are complete as One
holographic fractal
converting light from the sun.
15/4/14 David Moule (Verso)
We used to live next
to a respite, set nearer the sky.
My mother told me
they who pass through spent
days or nights there, sometimes months;
it was necessary
to not see their troubles.
Winters froze the edges, suns
sank, and rose, gold-dust
pink seam radial
to warm the heavens. In summers
we were cloaked
in flour soft green.
When the spectral trees' branches
part, we see them-
a figure or two resting-
red embers of a cigarette
zigzagging, a thrust
into the air
when a point is made. The lights
of distant blue hills
shine. Anguish simmers,
as seductive as the eye
of a hurricane..
a squirrel's claws click
on the bark of a lush maple,
and a wet pavement
reflects the light of skies,
and palpitations don't
stop a morning jog.
The nearer peace,more savage are the acts
Abhorrent to the atheist in us all.
History, undigested ,splits and cracks
As we whites did evil to the black
With little difference, hate for glory calls.
The nearer peace, the more savage the acts
All of us can disremember facts
Israeli hands have gripped and then appalled.
History, undigested ,splits and cracks
As ,with Bomber Harris, Dresden packed
Burned like grass the refugees to ghouls
The nearer peace, the more savage the acts
We deny the healing we have lacked
For Jesus' Jews we let be killed ,de-souled
History, undigested ,splits and sticks
Palestine’s own Arabs are ill ruled
And in return, explode like stubborn mules
The nearer love, the more the hatred whacks
History., inconceivable, directs
nearer every might
nearer our longing lives
nearer flawless light
Sunday a day for church and prayer
May be to busy, might not be there
He's out and about doing his thing
No time for rhetoric, weeping, wailing
While your inside selling your guilt
He's out there surveying the world that he built
The colours he painted and wishes he granted
The mountains he created and the trees he planted
He fixes and mends the best that he can
Aided by nature they draw up a plan
To effect the damage caused by neglect
To the land, return some form of respect
While you sit your hall of gold and statue's
Remember the Lord as far greater issues
Yet he is always with us, never far apart
The distance is close, deep in the heart
Nearer To God Remained
While away all of the time had waned
Things exist that are hard to be explained
Bothersome behavior having no beat
And only thing will do is self-defeat
Nearer to God I have always remained.
Jim Horn
late last night in dreams
I roamed to magical lands
blooms were tall as trees
nearer to warm sun
in rapturous days of gold
giant blooms blushed scents
mauve night rosy dawn
the love affair never ends
peach plum cherry skies
I’m in your life
for a reason,
though just for
a brief season.
You all ease
by me everyday,
breeze through me
then slip away.
Avoid my glance,
never even stay.
Hurrying by me quickly down this
street in retreat.
I’m in your life
for a reason,
though just for
a brief season.
Forgetting to share
our lovely gift,
by hurrying by
our hearts adrift.
Rarely our heads
do scarcely lift.
Hurrying by me hurrying down this
Street incomplete.
I’m in your life
for a reason,
though just for
a brief season.
May a poem
touch you sure,
capture brief your
heart so pure.
Carry this verse
outside your door.
Then walk by me and smile in this
Street… so replete.
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When dark election clouds gather at the horizon
The heart trembles and jumps into the mouth
And the spirit crawls and hides in sun’s shadows
The poor soul starts humming; ‘Nearer my God to Thee!’
As my spirit ascends in the sky like a hunting eagle
And hyenas haul in the silent night in preparation
For the great feast of the land of contested elections
All living souls join to sing; ‘Nearer my God to Thee!’
As Election Day draws nearer, shadows of men gather
The moon, stars, sun convene in the conference halls above
To prepare documents for the processes of accountability
While the impotent mime the chorus; ‘Nearer my God to Thee!’
When results are stammered out in the fog of citizen’s mind
As Zebras become lions, and squirrels turn into antelopes
With the direction of the wind blowing from nowhere to somewhere
No one shies away from singing loudly ‘Nearer my God to Thee!’
It's now or never,
for now is the time,
to write all your thoughts down
in word perfect rhyme.
In rhythm is beauty
as words all unfold,
to share all the stories
that you've never told.
No matter wherever,
with whom, or just when,
let all of your memories
bleed from your pen.
For someone may read them
and share in your dreams,
and sharing and caring
is all that life means.
A poem is sacred
when spilled from the heart,
in giving and taking
we all play our part.
Let all world's religions
take note of these lines,
you'll find perfect harmony
only in rhymes.
Ivor G Davies