soft, soft, I ring the bells
soft, the bluebells blooming
softer tho' her pleading eyes
with each breath, consuming ...
hark, hark, I call to thee
hark, so blushes morning
hearken to her linen cheek
crimson as the borning ...
haste, haste, alas the years
haste to cut the bracken
hasten to her dimming gaze
'fore the shadows slacken ...
hush, hush, I whisper yet
hush to bide the nether
hushing now, her angel voice
gone, my love ... forever.
Even though I am still like borrowing these ideas
to be frank the world else how may be beautiful
but not to be always frank.
As how can we test fine stone for common
or these our socialization for solitude
or can we practise let
say sophisticated mill of a thing
because of the frankenstein
scenes along the roads?.
Can we bear the adventure and loss and sometimes
grudges?,
yes, we sometimes know the smiles and laughters
are ours to grow, make them like a house of gold
and silver,
even though sometimes borning and pretending.
I asked Google is this right somehow on necessity?.
Morning's, Borning,
Well Delight's!
Morphy's Show,
From Paris, .... Might!
Bilocation – 2-11-24
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Bilocation
Love
Slips through labyrinths of tangled spirits
Complexities and conundrums of misdirection
Released by prophecy,
Like clairvoyant fingers of misty sunshine
in two planes
sharing one minute.
Love reaches beyond boundaries of fluttering flesh -
A bridge point of lyric pointillism
With the rhythmic respirations of one breath
Inhaled,
Exhaled,
In poetic unison.
Love exists
Beyond mortality of bone and sinew,
Not begging for crumbs
At the prophesied banquet
The festival
That rains clear jubilees
On every exuberant heart
Reveling in its ecumenical caress
Wrapping cells, bound in time,
With never aging,
Time released,
Pulsing plasmas.
Love dissolves membranes
In transdermal hands of blessing
Showering polka dots of zest
On the skin of souls
Transfusing showers of tenderness,
Ardor
And affection
Into ever borning present – never past –
Seeds
Planted like ephemeral timeless sunlight
Without minutes
Or astral lines
Love
Leaves permanent footprints
All at once
And
Everywhere.
Komorebi 11-8-23
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Komorebi
Sunlight dashes through boughs adorned
In autumn’s scent of red orange crimson
Tossing diamonds of daybreak from their limbs
Into the borning air of dawn
To litter the forest floor in clutter of crystal auroras
Playing hide and seek with shadows,
Awakened by the roster’s first blush,
To prance across branches on tip-toes of brindled magic
As the moon and sun, the darkness and dawn,
Change places in daily do-se-dos,
Leaving fingerprints of light, in moments of intimacy,
When fingers of dappled warmth push back shadows
With celestial sighs of radiance
And flutter like a sparkling flute of luminosity
Cascading in ricochets from oak to elm to evergreen
Until gleeful pandemoniums of white fire
Give birth to awe in strings of burnished zephrys
Draped in jubilees through boughs of dawning beauty
Woven in strands of light as sunshine thinks on loveliness -
Decorations of celebration!
Pick a Title – Esperance 8-17-23
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Esperance
Like the whisper of a dream
Along the backroads of desire
Unfazed and unaffected by the face of facts
Borning assurance murmurs
In harmony with the Morning Star’s vision
Wispy reveries of intentional surety
And random wishes gather in focus,
Like mismatched puzzle pieces
On a parchment treasure map
Of uncanny knowing.
Misty channels come clear,
On the other side of starlight,
As belief takes flesh
In amity
When brooding doubt sheds dark cloaks,
As the distance between yearning
And reality closes
Outside time and data veracity.
Remnants of cloud debris scatter
In the fragrance of alluring grace,
And secret hush of unmasked insights,
Outside ticking cloaks and algorithms
Stars come together,
In constellations of trust,
To bless close-held second sight
Exiling vagaries into oblivion’s abyss
In the laughter of divine serendipity
Servant Heart
O Lord, I know my need for you
For your grace like fresh borning dews
Your ready handmaid, scarred and flawed,
Servant to the servants of God.
You gift me music, ministry,
Writing rhymes from soul felt pleas,
To walk the rough roads you have trod,
Servant to the servants of God.
Let me be less, Lord, you be more,
This my prayer – this I implore –
A servant’s heart, humbled and awed,
Servant to the servants of God
Self-Existent Light
Beyond the sight of imagination,
Invisible of alpha and omega,
Unseen your non-existent borning daystar
Glory and splendor collide,
Pure sinew of sublimity
Source of ceaseless heartbeats
Flame without source,
Robed in resplendence.
No vacuum!
No space for ebony!
No consummation!
No cradle!
.
Divine edgeless clarity
Perpetual renewal of resplendence -
Wholeness illuminated,
Spring of radiance
Eternity’s original mystery
Needing neither tinder nor spark
Light – essence of the Eternal
Eternally coupled fission and fusion.
Fleshless eternal incandescence
Uncontainable virginal day
Infinite dynamo of electric brightness,
Ceaseless and incorruptible,
Self-contained chalice
Of always,
Chrysalis of incensed endless fuel
Shines from within Perfection.
Pure light
Pure love
Pure font
Undimmed Eternal
6-8-23
Contest: Self-Existent Light
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Weave
Sweet slumber's singing loom
Weave
A cloth of wishes gathered from the stars
From the garden hues of the Daystar
Weave
A midnight mantle
In translucent silken patterns
Thread gathered from the heart's silent desires
In a mystic scheme,
A portrait of the emerging soul
From nascent memories
Weave
A lullaby
to protect the vulnerable soul
Exposed in dreams
A mystic metaphor of the spirit,
Shedding deep scars of wrinkled cobwebs,
In white hot strands of conviction's passion
Chords of braided joy in shimmery
Dawn's strong resolve
Rosy compassion to comfort silent tears
New hope in borning greens
Light as cloud ships
Carrying midnight's pilgrim into dawning
Of the Eternal Weaver
4-25-23
Contest: "W" Word Challenge
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
Cul-de-Sac
Quick steps slow to hesitate
The sudden curve of a straight white line
Into the mists of detour
Lined with haunting facades
Of blurred addresses
And faded street signs
Where echoes of curiosity bluster -
Magic or madness -
In proverbs of warning about blind alleys -
Mayhem or mystic -
Bending the lane
Like the nautilus inner ear
A flat arc where light searches
For the sacred
Past faceless abodes lining this curlicue
With a come-on to remain
Yet the heart knows to follow
The flamboyant contours,
Like angel’s wings,
Into the loop – not a dead end
But a recoiling boomerang
Leaving knots of doubt behind
Arms open wide to inquisitive's marathon
Then ride the hairpin rail out of gossamer inkiness
Leaving behind the rags of repetition
Into a rosy borning road.
2-21-23
Contest: This or That
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Theme chosen – Cul-de-Sac
I stood on my porch early this morning
Reveling in the beginning of another day,
The sunrise was like an infant a-borning
I stood on my porch early this morning
The birds were greeting the new dawning
I thought I would have it no other way,
I stood on my porch early this morning
Reveling in the beginning of another day.
Written May 29, 2022
Metamorphosis
I woke up this morning
With a feeling of dread;
I felt I was a-borning,
Where I'd be better if dead!
I woke up to religion,
My brother was some other,
I belonged to a region,
All issues were my bother.
What was once a call to prayer
Was so much noise to me,
I wanted to strip the layer,
Hidden idols there to see.
Where dress scarcely mattered,
(Pugh, burkha, saffron scarf)
My fragile beliefs lay tattered,
Common sense would dwarf.
My angst would not be bottled,
Imagined slights would rile me,
Your freedom makes me feel throttled,
I won't let things be as they be.
I'd take up a gun tomorrow,
Set right things as I deem fit.
Notions of nations make me sorrow,
As causes just waver and flit.
I am so lost and adrift,
Have donned the mantle of Samsa,
A vermin in thought is my shift,
An abhorrent creature of Kafka!
~kcm
(Gregor Samsa wakes up one morning changed into a vermin, a cockroach, in Franz Kafka's Metamorphosis. Just wondered if our minds have undergone this type of change)
Sunrise is nature’s fair warning
A splendid new day a-borning,
Golden chance to become again
How I know this, I can’t explain,
‘Til the sunrise says “Good morning!”
Sunset is nature’s sweet goodbye,
Another day has passed on by
Golden chances taken or left,
Sometimes the heart is sad, bereft
When many things have gone awry.
written January 27, 2022
When sunlight suddenly appears on the horizon
Recognize that a new day is about to be born
It places itself in our hands to do with as we wish.
written January 18, 2022
Twilight Kisses EL
Twilight blows burnished kisses
Still waters smile sunset bliss
Meadows glow in mists of rose
Fireflies wake up from repose
Woodland eyes see pure delight
Borning stars enchant wane light
Twilight blows burnished kisses
7-7-21
Contest: Elemental - Required elements earth, sky, water
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Elemental Form: Seven lines, seven syllables each line
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCA
First and last line repeat.
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