Break open the keg
Order them double now
Open your mouth for
Zymology ensures you'll
Empty that glass
Don't stop till you drop
Abandon your senses
You're up now
I'll have the same and one for me mate!
Break open your alabaster box of worship,
Let precious praise rise, a fragrant ship.
Do not let the enemy steal your song,
Unlock your praise - it fits you strong.
Let praise be on your lips day and night,
The praise factor will disarm the fight.
Your songs lets go of yesterday’s sorrow,
And positions your heart for a brighter tomorrow.
Lift up those hands inscribed with victory,
Lift up your eyes to the Lord of ancestry.
Not through the scales of your situation’s mist,
But see Him rightly for who He is.
The Bread of Heaven, the Sovereign King,
In this season, greater fruitfulness will spring.
Be settled in His Word, press in and stay,
Let it be unto us according to His way.
I feel a cold rush of wind against my skin
as dark clouds cascade across the sky
saturating my eyes with an ominous promise
of what's to come
light flashes in the distance
a deep resounding sound rolls toward me
in a loud gathering force
I am immersed in the oncoming storm
and its powerful unforgiving nature
churning the blood in my veins
binding me to nature's violent vibrancy
I'm no guest cowering in fear, rather a participant
in its reality
about to break open above the earth
with a burst of energy
I breathe in the scene of visual sensations
and dream of being windborne with the clouds
finding unity with this tempest
draping the world in a rumbling atmospheric darkness
Faded into the darkness of mass destruction,
Like the vein of a familiar heart,
where every beat feels fragile,
and the rhythm, once steady, now trembles.
Even a drop of water would make the earth crack and splitting open,
as if the universe itself could no longer hold the weight of its own sorrow.
Thirsty
Thirsty for a sun kiss,
for a spark of warmth to melt the ice beneath
Thirsty for that drop of dew...
There, from a tired cloud, melted and worn
shy rain falls,
But the world around me remains still,
like the cloud waiting to break open,
like the earth waiting for the rain,
like the heart waiting for love.
And here I am..
Lost in the shadows of my own longing,
yearning for the touch of something real,
for the soft weight of those drops to wash over me,
to fill the spaces that have been empty for far too long.
But the rain hesitates.
And so do I..
From the Archive Jan'25
Buds of heart break open
spread myriad hues of joy, cheer, and happiness
Mend broken
Sacrifice self
Ending spring of color, fearless
In shelf
Encore
Childlike, blameless
Pure
Buds of heart break open
Ending spring of color, fearless
Pure
The urge is overwhelming –
to see my battered skin break open.
To feel, believe, that I’m alive –
might thaw my soul, so frozen.
I’m cold, I’m numb, am I even real? –
or a figment of someone’s mind?
(For) no matter how much blood I spill –
(there’s no) feeling left that I can find.
I’m lost within a realm of souls –
where all but mine can matter.
I hate this suit of flesh I’m in –
it’s torn, beaten, and battered.
I’m branded as the “useful one” –
but all the same, disposable.
This hate could fill a sea —
(until it’s) shores should burst and overflow.
My loathing, not for others –
although they care not of their sins.
But if I must be honest –
I hate this soul which lies within.
I never understood –
why I was treated as an outcast.
I guess I’m just too sick –
perhaps it’s why my friends don’t last.
As you feed our dear gentle monarch butterfly, your green plant provides shelter for her babies, as the caterpillar grows, it munches on your leaves, drinks your poison..
Fall is upon us, as is the cooler weather, yet you pop open, to reveal your seeds and your white fluff, so we can sprinkle your seeds, amongst the ground, just as GOD asks US to sprinkle HIS love amongst HIS children…
Your beauty of your seeds, white fluff, you touch our lives, eyes, soul, thank you Milkweed pod, for bursting with beauty so we can sprinkle your seeds amongst GODS open fields..
May we with gentle hands, pluck your pods, break open as to reveal your seeds, fluff, sand blow with the very breath of GOD to make a wish as a dandelion, watch your seed as they flow effortlessly to the fields of grace…
I keep coming back
as if, one day, I'll find
the illusive angle,
that moment of perfect alignment
when the river, the clouds,
the trees and all
that is manifested
will break open and reveal
what is really there,
when what holds everything
together ruptures
and spills forth the sublime.
I get a sense of it sometimes
at dawn when the sun
breaks through the clouds
in a blinding burst of light
and in the quiet of evenings
when a birdsong pierces
the forest with sound so pure
it seems to open a gash
in time before closing
over in a sad covering
of silence. I am granted
only glimpses as if more
would be too much
for me, composed as I am
of stuff made of this world,
its blunt chemistry.
J with Four Options Poetry Contest: Free verse
sponsor :Constance La France
Date:7/31/25
“Not all pain howls, some sharpens”
by poet
I never asked to come out clean
life carved me raw on purpose
some parts were shaped in silence
the rest I had to burn
not all soft things were meant to last
I watched them melt then vanish
while I turned thorn to anthem
and dressed my hurt in steel
you think I cracked but I evolved
I had to break open just to breathe
if I could trace the shape of my breaking
I might learn what it means to remain
still I stand here not whole but aware
jagged edges still holding what I could
I walk with wounds that never fade
but shine beneath the skin
my scars all lines of poetry
the world was too quiet to hear
there’s beauty in the splintered
when you stop calling it a flaw
As the stars glimmer softly
And the silver moon appears
I tell them about you
I tell the cobalt skies
Of how I wished on the lights of magic
That we'd be forever
I tell the wisps of clouds
Wandering the sky
How I called with you
At this time
Seemingly ages ago
And how we promised each other
We'd never let go
I confess to the world up above
That I still miss you
And they listen to me
But you're still gone
Like how the moonlit glows
Disappear when the clouds break open
To let the dawn shine
As the stars fade away
Returning to their world as they do
Every dawn
I wonder if you'll fade away with them
Someday
wandering in wasteland
of denuded life
desolate
sinuous track
takes me
to the terrain
of nowhere
nebulous
I’m entangled
in enmeshing web
of
enigmatic conundrum
shall I escape
from decay delirium
or not
I can’t decide
ingrained imprint
indelible
of
wheel of time
turning
in destiny domain
twisted out
of tormenting tangle
of tortuous trail
of passive past
steers
with promise
of pride
my fraught mind
out of maze
shows me
the pledged pathway
to fervent fountain
of misty meadow
protected
I break open
there
invisible barrier
you’ve built
of seclusion
around your garden
secret
blooming
furtive flowers
hidden
from me
but
I’ll saunter
there
suffused with
seraphic shine
sanguine
of sunburst dawn
new
I wish
before I walk
the last mile
our paths
will cross
entranced
coalesce
into oneness
someday
She comes to me like the storm
Quiet and full of nature’s possibility
Air hangs heavy with expectation
Her eyes filled with lightning
We press together, whispers dancing on skin
Breathing in unison, as if we are one
Touching her skin my arms furniture around her
Our gentle rumbling of distant thunder
The noise disappears as our simple melody begins
Wind blowing softly through the reeds
A caress of lips held with a silent prayer
Fingertips on skin so soft, they feel without touching
A blinding flash and the clouds break open
Falling from our minds sky, drenching us
Undeniable, inescapable soaking us to our bones
Exhausted, laying there, us as one
Inspired by Glenn Hughes song "The truth will set me free"
Gone are the ruins of the palace I've built
with sands of my dormant dreams,
at the bleak bottom of the breaking waves,
rolling in the squally sea of gripping sorrow.
I emerge dazed out of the depression debris,
tread the plateau of pensive life turned fallow.
I weave aspirations with threads of imagination,
transform me to grow wings of freedom,
soar with silver-lined cloud in the seamless sky.
A golden nest within far thicket you've made,
with a sense of pride I enter enthralled.
It turns into a cage, I can't spread my wings,
confined with stifled hopes, I forget how to sing.
The air whispering spring sonata doesn't reach me,
but mastering courage I break open the cage,
guided by wisdom I escape the captivity,
fly to the freedom of rhapsody in the sapphire sky.
After the rainstorm makes a stream in my eyes,
the hues of rainbow feelings embrace me,
allure the songbird in me to fly again free,
reach with noble faith the halcyon horizon of bliss.
Its drawing a trolling? A play by J K is sure unfolding.'
As she puts out to grass, the stubboness of all asses.!
In a lesson to all nations, she's standing at her station.'
Even though (i'm not a fan) I can see she's sure of reality
As a woman 'with sand' thats what i see.' She has marked
Out, her t e r f.' May each roll of the surf. Break open the Hard shores as its all; there to live for!! Be a straight out
Master, not a squeaking; and real pule-ing disaster.'
mountains fresh snow slopes
awaiting skiers from far
to break open paths
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