Best Sourcing Poems
I need, once more, an hour of rain
Cleansing away the residue of living
Until only the freshest waters remain
This hour, to myself, I am giving
Cleansing away the residue of living
I drench the roots of my spiritual tree
This hour, to myself, I am giving
To clear the kismet forest of debris
I drench the roots of my spiritual tree
Drinking full the aquatic, purified air
To clear the kismet forest of debris
I undress the stress, to discard elsewhere
Drinking full the aquatic, purified air
To replenish serene crystal streams, anew
I undress the stress, to discard elsewhere
Sourcing in the vaporous prisms of blue
To replenish serene crystal streams, anew
Until only the freshest waters remain
Sourcing in the vaporous prisms of blue
I need, once more, an hour of rain.
10/22/18
Submitted to 'Strength through Adversity' contest
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
Placed 7th
I was just learning how to write a Pantoum poem, so this was a tricky new form for me-
Categories:
sourcing, metaphor, rain, spiritual, water,
Form:
Pantoum
It darts past then briefly hovers
picking up the scent of rotted fruit
following it to until it came to the source
where it feasts until bloated.
Back on the hunt it swoops
and dives like a bomb,
flashing its yellow and black body
a warning to all to keep away.
Uninvited it hones in
and joins the bar-be-que,
as people scatter from its path
some flapping their hands at it.
Buzzing angrily, it returns
sourcing out the sweetness
of ripened tomatoes and
flavoursome BBQ sauce.
It darts in and out
grabbing a bite or two
then to everyone's relief
it leaves for pastures greener.
Categories:
sourcing, food, fruit, insect,
Form:
Verse
The great paradox,
A mighty creative star-burst,
A once unified power,
Dynamically out-sourcing in a display,
Of awesome light and heat,
Of gravitational attraction and boyant levity,
The genesis of life as we know it,
And how it weaves through our days,
And whispers into our night journeys,
A wonderburst of unknown origins,
From which a universe was birthed, ,
Ununiform and creatively diverse,
And here a riddle exists,
For within the unfoldment,
Of a chaotic, broken mess,
Contains a sublime secret,
That beyond mind mazes,
And numbing, repetitive cycles,
Fragmenting in habitual motion,
That beyond all this angst and addiction,
A great Loving Peace pulsates,
A Universal Heart-beat,
Individuated as our own deepest wisdom,
With this we enter the Xmas fray,
Calm and living in Eternity,
And yet playing in time and space,
Transcending yesterday's truth,
Love amidst chaos,
Tolerating those who dwell in the past,
Accepting the mystery of a universe,
That is seemingly not unfolding,
The way it should,
And yet knowing that Love exists,
Love behind the mega drama,
Love despite all else,
The great paradox!
Categories:
sourcing, spiritual, riddle, universe,
Form:
Classicism
each of us in broken in some form or fashion
be it external or internal we all have our share and ration
the brokeness that characterizes the particulars in our lives
the brokeness that comes in the guise of daily struggle and strife
twenty-nine families became broken on that fatal day
in that West Virginia mine
the sense of safety of New York City was broken when they found a bomb
in that Square called Times
out-sourcing and down-sizing have broken our economy which is now in disarray
the brokeness of Immigration Reform needs to be fixed right away
oil spills, tornadoes and flash floods have broken some communities and lives
but the brokeness of our souls in the Garden of Eden was healed by Jesus' sacrifice
"Take this bread" Jesus said with thanks as He passed it around
"Eat this bread", it's a symbol of My body so that My spirit of peace in you will be found
"Drink this wine" He said with thanks "It's a symbol of My blood"
"Drink this wine in rememberence" that it's you I'll always love
we've been bruised and abused, we've been mentally and physically harmed
but by the stripes on Jesus we've healed and have made it through life's storms
He was pierced for our transgressions and crushed for our iniquities
His sacrifice, His crucifixion so new mercies we would all come to see
God's grace will always be sufficient to cover every aspect of our lives
God's mercy will always be sufficient as it was for His Son Jesus the Christ
we are broken and blessed now ready to give God all the glory
we are broken and blessed and that will always be our story
Categories:
sourcing, angst, faith, hope, inspirationalthanks,
Form:
Didactic
Powder blue sky without imperfection
horizon soothed with voiles of heat haze
amiable breeze a caressing distraction
to alleviate celestial fieriness ray's,
floral tapestry feathery foliage of green
contrasting multi coloured layered themes
of delight, peaceful, tranquil, clear and serene
turning reality into soul satisfying dreams,
sultry evenings attracting light drawn insects
Silhouettes darting between dark and light
Creating shadows delivering special effects
in the minds directory no cause to rewrite,
fruit trees, cereals in fields, lush berry bushes
flourish anointed with enriched liquid gold
spray dispensed by ripened Angels blushes,
creating summery tales, stories to be told,
nectar harvesting bees happily pollinate
causing hive of activity within honey factory
dancing left, right, directed route to navigate,
Sourcing products to replenish their refectory,
summertime new beginnings, recreation
for young, old, beauty to enjoy and behold
natures creations, Earths natural plantation,
balanced, nourished, satisfied, controlled.
Categories:
sourcing, beautiful, nature, summer,
Form:
There is an important difference
between being accessible
and becoming more engaging,
engaged,
engage-able.
To access support and resources
for health care giving
and wealth care resourceful receiving
is not nutritionally sufficient to resiliently
resonantly engage
As non-violent access
to absence of rage
is not peace enough to fully engage
So too,
access to eternal love,
timeless truths,
polypathic wise ways
and polynomially balancing bilateral means
does not, for most of us,
fully engage with Earth's cooperative interior voices
speaking and listening,
widening and deepening,
outing and in-ing,
outside and inside
Yang and Yin
ego and eco-sourcing
resourcing
pre-sourcing
un-sourcing
anti-sourcing
revolutionary engagement
evolutionary source enabling
health-wealth access
with every day
every body
every thing
every relationship
multi-dependently embracing.
Access to bicameral deductive thought
and inductive feelings of interdependent resourcefulness
and isolating despair,
as outlined by ethologist Julian Jaynes,
and all textures and hues and cries between
Mother's warm wet womb
and YangHere with YinNow
Is not resiliently sufficient
to resonantly engage bilaterally resilient co-investments,
as taught by Edward De Bono.
Just as access to a lover
is not necessarily sufficient
to fully engage those thoughts and feelings yet unknown,
undisclosed
for lack of trust
we will be GoldenRule treated
by healthy wealth of compassioning WinWin care,
Aware
of interdependent relational space,
accessible to sight,
but also inter-related time,
engaged through deep listening
networks of interdependent historical and cultural causes
evolving toward this engaging ego with eco-effect
for healing and toxic causes yet to follow
through future inaccessible regenerations
We actively hope will be at least as health engaged
as is true
and trusted
with and for
and of Earth's interdependent inevitable moments,
YangHere further accessing
YinFlow past through future
engaging Now
Ego EcoSourcing,
CoPassions multi-laterally Here,
personal space ecopolitically engaging
relentless public/private health care time.
Categories:
sourcing, emotions, engagement, health, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
Five words on infinity and beyond
Dancing with life the jester wise fool majestic clown
plays tricks illusions wisdom at the court of living madness
dissolves uncertainty’s conclusions spins and cycles
on fines lines suspended from seeming polar opposites
complements and contradictions vital motions making sense
Meaning travels back and fort meanders flows upstream
when up and down top bottom rock ponds ponder and seduce
irritate the journey man entice incite narrate the travel log
roundabouts cul-de-sacs and destinations far away and near from
stagnant rivers swashing swirling sourcing dreams surprise completion
Cascades water falls riptides whirlpools of emotion thinking
pooled resources burdens unimaginable darkness light
traverse transcend transitional transmission and transgressions
enrich deplete conquer and submit tranquillity torrential questions
tentative and ever changing answers trampolines free fall esprit
Ascending and descending signs and symbols conscience
consciousness of solar lunar bedlam sanity and solitude
rest and perpetuate the soul fluctuate the seeking wanderer
who can at times accept that final terminal starting points construct
and reconfigure miraculous mobiles circles loops and circuits to reflect
The games the trickster plays the conjurer who plies his trade
who runs her trials and tribulations on the quest for truth
and truths and individual perceptions clarity incomplete
enlightenment for that final and initial endgame peaceful voyage
posit comprise encompass the infinity of eternal being and beyond
Five words used: Clown, Journey, Whirlpool, Soul, Endgame
28th May
Categories:
sourcing, journey,
Form:
Free verse
smitten with a forsaken long lost love
*** plus years ago,
aye since didst roam'n o'er hill and dale
as one heart broken beau
twas being cow warring utter oxymoron,
whereby thy perfect match I do
frankly admit foolishly out sourcing
of (good NOT FAKE nor bad) grief emo
shun hull distress disgraceful,
which hide de lee recognize coveted prime mate,
(who shared love of playing scrabble,
and born same January 13th birthdate,
yet six orbits thy senior)
mine golden opportunity to lose,
viz ma mish mashed aggravating huff flew
vee yam this then
young asinine buck unwittingly
inflicted long forgot 'til
ear layer t'day thee spouse
showed me an photograph,
when suddenly this lix spittle
curmudgeonly bard
unexpectedly experienced
abysmal love stricken agony
(that despite pro missing to pledge -
while taking a knee -
troth Abby Robin - hoo
became thy lawful legal wife - of Jew
whoosh heritage juiced like me, and knew
instantaneously upon
setting eyes this then boyish lad -
hood bid tootle loo
at bachelorhood, when she eyed thyself
(wedded now deux plucks decades),
though no moo
nee tomb aye name,
thus har courtship rocky, hen new
idea how tubby affectionate,
hence early married life
pitched 'tween Scylla and Charybdis
fondness (albeit ex post facto) hike queue
this poetic beat (fashionably late love note)
ye, whose Capricorn astrological sign
didst bid eternal happiness
now delayed repercussions I rue!
Categories:
sourcing, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
12/5/20
Forewarning
It's only morning
But my day starts off far from boring
Usually up by 6 AM, not snoring
Weather getting colder or warming
Clouds in the sky forming
Soon to be storming
Thundering, and pouring
Nearby rapids that continue roaring
Birds in the sky soaring
Above houses with wooden or tile flooring
She acted like she was adoring
Then quickly was ignoring
Meanwhile I kept exploring
And scoring
Originating from the sourcing
As folks were still warring
It's rather abhorring
Did not get it done or was performing
My energy depleting and restoring
As time continues coursing
I found this life rather rewarding
Folks starving or gorging
Staying silent or reporting
Didn't always go according
To plan, but my own path I was always forging
The temperature scorching
People torching
Over one more thing
It's petty and useless, like hoarding
Did or did not get it in a recording
Was either false or accurate reporting
Against it or supporting
Categories:
sourcing, art, deep, poetry, power,
Form:
Rhyme
After most recent shower,
and particularly washing hair
(then shaking head
analogous to sopping wet dog
drying her/himself after a bath),
I immediately said helloo
to Long lasting fragrance Suave
essentials Daily Clarifying
Deep cleansing Shampoo,
which permeated mine scalp
facilitating healthy follicles.
More so frothy lather upon noggin
after getting rinsed out
yielded bounteous, luscious, luxurious,
and marvelous full bodied tresses
reminiscent when yours truly an adolescent,
a veritable long haired pencil necked geek
whose hirsute trademark
still characterizes atypical sexagenarian
above mentioned characteristic
still (after scores of years)
emblematic of this enigmatic poetaster.
Ever since being in utero
soon after seminal fusion
insync with fallopian tube bearing ova
begot zygote courtesy said gametes,
and engendered silent boom
after piercing zona pellucida
creating microscopic flume,
nevertheless collection of cells
coalescing into embryo
eventually manifesting into yours truly,
I painstakingly took minuscule
comb and brush to groom,
and dreaded most fearfully being locked,
where pair of outsize scissors did loom
threatening to cut thick,
what could best be envisioned analogous
to imperceptible fancy plume
hich features specific feature
drew medical community
(i.e. namely human reproductive specialists)
constituted extensive expanse
within blastocyst very limited room
crowd sourcing out rivaling curious onlookers
formerly geared up
to espy King Tutankhamun's tomb
can you dear reader believe
a hairy globule within the womb
became global attraction
viz - of a young fecund Harriet Harris,
cuz about nine months later
out the birth canal I did zoom.
Categories:
sourcing, appreciation, august, care, color,
Form:
Rhyme
In lessons of last chance I began a recalculated pre-walk toward an
awakened scribble scrabble feeling font be it all around your grief gloomed
genre of new knowns all past is empty prologue as future is fodder epilogue with
excrement extent so as not to alter send-receive I me mine only message
swiverings from those sinful islands of torrent ridden times; I love my
cyanide sisters under clandestine laden clouded sky rows listing across
blue dive specters all crowd sourcing crude spawning multiple epoch
unicorn divisions of soft glassy infinite recoils of recreational devotions
alias dire transitions eating illegal concepts 101/alterior motives envisioned
DOA-------ever invisible to the naked eye. Close cover before striking.
Categories:
sourcing, allusion, analogy, anger, angst,
Form:
Prose
PORTFOLIO CAREER
One could say I’ve had a portfolio career
Starting off researching in pharmacology
Slow solid progress, but make no apology
But no drug found to save mankind, I fear
I dallied with training some clients to drive
I also designed a machine to analyse EEG
Otherwise known as brainwaves, you see
But it was for other goals I had to strive
Then I became part of the computer age
A wondrous time of so much innovation
Application software, fourth generation
Business calculations leaping off the page
Of the financial markets, I heeded the call
Directing projects for banking worldwide
Such an unreal environment, but I tried
Yet city pinstripes never suited me at all
I managed services for the criminally insane
Or at least those with a psychiatric history
But even the medical staff posed a mystery
I left in time, and never worked there again
Then staff recruitment in the public sector
Sourcing talent nationally and also USA
Social workers, both the blue and the grey
Another business where I was the director
But there was just time for more consulting
Social care projects, promoting prevention
And saving public money, a worthy intention
Clients’ reversion to old think, often insulting
Then finally came my decision to walk away
Retirement, with time for travel and writing
Letting out all that poetry inside was inviting
Almost five thousand by the end of the day
Categories:
sourcing, care, career, computer, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
In A Place Beyond Time and Space
The 9th Realm, Cradle Of Existence Sacral Untainted Place
A Paradox, An Enigma with no Beginning nor End
Beyond the Ultra Violet Ray Forrest lies the Secret Garden
Where Light Gems Bloom in Harmonic Hues, Star Seeds Transfigured Crystals Transcend
Amidst the Glimmering Glade, Stands The Spectral Tree of Light Exhibition
Corded Branches Adorned with Jeweled Leaves, Light Prism Pomegranate Fruits Ripened with Illumination
Great Tree of Light Luster, Supporting Streams of Light Boughs In Coordinated Sequency
Laden With Rubies, Emeralds, Sapphires, Diamonds, Agates Twinkling Incandescence Frequency
All This Radiance Anchored by the Ancient Tap Root, Sourcing Beams and Rays To Infinite Sinker Fibers
In The Secret Garden, That Exists Universally Ignited by the Root Provider
Although Multitudinous Origins Spurred from the Ancient Tree of Light
Some Somber, Polished Shine, while Others Beam Bright
Macrocosmically Integrated, Beings of Light, Genesis Of Immortality Undiluted Purity
Flourishing Within and Without All Existence, We are Beacons, Contained Jeweled Energy
Traversing the Realms of Shadows, Some Far removed for Mundane Delicacies and Fading Fantasies
Albeit, Regardless of Doctrines, Cultural Beliefs, Man Made Ethnicities and Dull Egotistical Heresies
In A Place Within Where We Connect to the Great Light Tree, Jeweled Lamps We are Ignited By Cabled Roots of Light Inextinguishably.
Categories:
sourcing, light,
Form:
Free verse
Inspiration from the Emptiness Statue by sculptor Albert Gyorgy
the hole in my heart is ever growing
and yet, even heavier it seems to be
I wonder, is time ridiculing my knowing
should this vessel regret its’ destiny
the space life occupies, must be vacated
so in hope life passes on its' DNA
for all, the longest night moves on unabated
as the sounds of tomorrow, confront their today
I wandered, then walked with the light for a while
the presence sustained me, I knew no fear
I basked in the sunshine of a smile
sampling delights of rarefied atmosphere
but every journey, is full of fate it seems
pathways cross, until some reach that place
where today then steps out of their dreams
and peace is found in a mirrors’ grace
a man who was whole, said to me be true
to the spirit of believing, in what love can bring
if the beat of your heart, you let all view
then shall all hear what humanity can sing
but this vessel is now weary and aches
an inside losing its’ verve and vitality
seeing only a life of borrowing, that takes
the soul away from songs of humanity
history sees egos sourcing wars of wrath
and the throng emptying all life from the sea
who am I to rage against this chosen path
I am increasingly invisible to the carefree
and so here I sit, where I once stood tall
alone with memories of what once was
listening now for the longest night's call
but knowing I danced with the just because
Categories:
sourcing, emotions, perspective, remember,
Form:
Rhyme
Threads weave tapestry from words
Supplicate webs of magic carpets
Embalm clandestine fantasy worlds
Meander from sourcing the delta
Revisit memories’ dream catchers
Transfigure images into quietude
25th April 2020
Categories:
sourcing, celebration,
Form:
Rhyme