Borning Poems

On necessity

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?.

Morphy's Show

Morning's, Borning,
                    Well Delight's!

Morphy's Show,
                  From Paris, .... Might!

Bilocation

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

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!

Esperance

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

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

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

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

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

Dawning of Another Day

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

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 Sunset

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

New Day Borning

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 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.

Sarah Princess

Sarah ~ Princess

Sarah, princess,
A promise wakes your mornings,
From your cradle
You look into the sunlight –
Eyes filled with wonder
And all the hope of dawn -
For you rejoice
In every color of the rainbow,
The covenant,
Shining through each storm 
Made of rain and sunlight.

Sarah, princess,
When sunsets meet the daylight
Tiny hands reach out 
For moonbeams,
For a fragile dream -
Of children unimagined 
More numerous than stars -
In lullabies that swaddle you
Planting songs
For your soul to sing 
Like cooing doves - vespers in the twilight.

Sarah, princess,
Hidden in your heart the wonders
And the promise that grows each day
When your first steps run
To catch them in the wind –
Playing tag with rainbows
Leaving their shadows 
In the desert –
Crowning days to come
With Heaven’s prophecy - 
A dream, like your name, borning in your infancy.

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