Best Revitalized Poems
In the midst of vacant hours, echoes of expressions on opposite ends
are something of the same. Ruminating on questions; questions about
thy and questions about thou intertwined
with the then and the now. Thoughts
prelude to other thoughts of
thoughts emerging to
many thoughts.
Consulting and
considering
the death
and birth
of us; is thy
disinclined
to shed the
events upon the
ground transformed
from a dream out of a
dream to this dream only of us?
A coherent argument it is, that the
memories back on yesterday brought us
here today...But, when thy and thou bodies
meet and descend upon each accreting to the singular; occupancy
quickly overcomes vacancy leading the thoughts of many thoughts effaced.
(Sigh)...Thy and Thou love bolsters all the more today than back on yesterday.
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
12-11-2012
Clocks in the house were all but removed
I chose utter quietude over malicious ticks and tocks.
Adhering to schedules was reliant on the angles of the sun,
and the sandy family hourglass artifact sitting by the side
of me at my station, every hour on the hour reminding, and
I myself being ready to flip. This was how not to live
as a farmer and still be a slave to the working of grains.
The sanctity of my spinning room was also my prison for
forty hours every week, and a third of my adult life.
Pressing down on the pedal below to see the top half rotate
and as my world turns I sometimes get approached.
With significant fibers, their casual orders are mine for marching,
working that spindle to the satisfaction of the customer,
as was every occasion but my last one, the best one, the only one
that I'll remember as special, delivering my soul from boredom.
My only daughter, sweet thing, no siblings to rival with
unless a naked, well tattered doll counts. She took it on adventures
to the moon while I couldn't see my child, my savior expanding horizons.
It was silly not to see her blowing about carefree as the wind that day
without concerns over food and shelter all she desired was the deepest
one of all. She was sleeping on desires with every chance to dream for her
best friend a modest cape for him to fly. Deep inside I knew her spirits
and that doll would ride the same breeze but I had to say no for the silk
was not mine. The customer was always right until the next day
when I stepped out to the corner store for the bite of a sour apple,
returning to an open door the hourglass was broken and my spindle bare.
The world had stopped spinning, time had stopped existing… so long
comfortable rut. Mortified for a brevity, just when I thought worlds
couldn't change, mine had with the crashing of an antique. The glass
littered beach on the floor was proof of that. The spindle was stripped of
its importance and all of a sudden it hit me fast, so fast I smiled.
My daughter was no devil and yet she was the culprit stealing
my heart before and a cape now but it was okay,
just this once, to have a family legacy mocked
for the prosperity of a child's imagination.
Seeing them fly in the backyard I dripped gentle
waves from tear ducts upon that glass scattered beach
secretly grateful, values in my life were restored.
Corinthians 5:17
Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature.
Everything every day is renewed, life’s most precious feature.
Old things are passed away, behold all things have become new.
In life storms occasionally arise only to cleanse the atmosphere and give us a clear view.
Isaiah 40:31
But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run and not be weary and they shall walk and not faint.
Give all cares to the Lord; give thanks for all things and you- shall be adorned with new and shining remnants of a saint.
Let us consider His magnificent sun and how it never rises on a previous day.
Revelations 21:4
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes, and there shall be no more death; neither sorrow nor crying, neither shall there be any pain, for the former things are passed away.
An abode in eternity where there is only happiness and joy, no anger no jealousy or dismay.
Where the eyes of angels watch over His glorious throne,
And the seeds of love are the only things that are sewn.
Revelations 21:5
And He that sat upon the throne said, “Behold I make all things new, and he said unto me, Write, for these words are faithful and true
In every day in every way, there is a New Beginning.
Keep your faith in God and you will be on the right side, the side of the winning.
Serendipity sings her magic, drawing me to the surface
Of my most happy, jubilant, excited, amazing real-self.
Letting me be the most I can be, the best I have ever been.
Encouraging and loving me to be the delight I am.
Whirls of diamonds and mirth surround me, as a halo.
Faerie-like sparkles of purity and love glow from my real-self.
Delighted, enchanted, entranced, lured into my own newness.
I am revitalized, energized, and more alive now.
I am invincible, convince-able, and Princess-able.
Aquamarine shooting stars flow out of my aura, into others.
My confidence precedes me, as I float with new purpose.
I am part of the jeweled elves now, the Christmas faeries.
I am the queen of myself, the ruler with the most-est.
I reach for the stars, and swirl them into my cosmos,
Enjoying them greatly, but not half as much as they
Enjoy the powerful, assertive, heavenly natural me.
I see beauty in all things before me
Having endured trials that bring strength
Experienced heartfelt sorrow and pain
Tragedy and loss
Questioning my will for tomorrow
Yet today
Standing tall and proud
Vibrant and alive
Having drew in a breath of new life
Purity within my intentions
A renewed passion and will to survive
A heart once shattered, now intact
Revitalized
Having endured life, my eyes open
Heart ready for more
Nothing can stop me, for I keep going
Taking everything as it comes
Beating my war drums
With courage, I live
D-espite
A-gonizing
N-ight
C-hill,
O-ne
M-orning
B-egins,
A-s
L-ife
I-s
C-omforted,
E-ven
R-enewed
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Dan Combalicer)