Chronicled Poems

The Double Helix Weft

The Double Helix Weft
David J Walker


Time is an infinite tapestry
in the warp of a double helix weft
the days unseen 
are merely the dream
of a calendars chronicled theft

Time is an illusive lover 
Promises strewn on the sill
Of a window at random
Broken abandoned on the anvil 
of what might and what will

Time is the distant galaxy 
Light years in a single breath
When the day is done
No one has won 
The race matching live against death

Multiverse Skies

Different choices,
Life unfolds,
Choose your own ending,
Carve out your void.
Twin flames,
Similar paths,
Shared trauma,
Halves of the same soul.
I learned my twin flame had died—
Or should I say,
She was silenced as she cried,
Overwhelmingly divine.
Uncanny karmic frequencies,
Simplest rendition,
Union of binaries,
Where polarities merge.
Toxic neediness,
Fear of solitude,
Fear of the unknown,
Unsavory sentiments linger.
The futility of humanity unfolds,
As Rumi once proclaimed,
“A thousand half-loves must be forsaken
To bring one whole heart home.”
To crack the universe's circuitry,
My thousand desires weave,
A multitude of incarnations
Chronicled by countless incantations.
Sage my space,
Burning incense,
Polite inhibitions dissolve.
Of déjà vu,
Of worlds askew,
Alternate realities converge.
As I grasp the truth,
I exist simultaneously,
I shun away from parallel lives
And the vast expanse of multiverse skies.

Black '47

Gilgamesh O’Malley left his home in Fermanagh
With dreams of steaming plates of Irish stew.
He ate his last potato last time Sheamus paid the rent.
Since then, there’s not been very much to chew.

The lords of the Ascendancy express paternal care
By flaunting all their privileges of wealth, 
While tenant souls like Gilgamesh subsist on gospel words 
Unsuited for the maintenance of health.

The famine’s grip was guaranteed by what was done to help;
The landlords’ ledgers chronicled events.
The mighty Earl of Lucan and the rest lived absentee,
Their middlemen kept busy squeezing rents.

So, Gilgamesh O’Malley left his home in Fermanagh,
And climbed aboard a packet ship in Cobh.
He authored his own epic as an immigrant at large,
To brave the flood and find a decent job.

Gilgamesh O'Malley left his home for foreign shores.
Should the Fates condemn your destiny, his fortune could be yours.

OPEN FORM NO 24

TOUCHSTONES
 emotional
   references
anxious
 & creative
     innovation
in action
 colossal
   concepts
     chronicled
in reticent
 revelation
amplified
 & constantly
changing
 & shaping
   intuition

Oceans of Blood

A drowned Perpetua inhumane, whose dwellers art furthest from sane, 
where mortals had once sought to reign, now mindless husks subject to an eerie pain. 

And so, amidst boiling waves of a single flow, which so seek to sate hungers that blindly echo from beneath that gangrenous gore 
eclipsed in crimson too dark to ignore, 

Nearing if not therefore, beneath those vermillion dunes, chronicled from before, hidden nearer the ocean floor. 

Far beneath bore that which only fellow filth may grow to adore. 

So arose the disembowelled silhouettes of creatures eerily unfound, hidden beneath corpsed constellations that continue to astound. 

Ripe with rot, anywhere yet not  
upon thine festering flesh, betwixt sinews which crudely infest.

Alive by the necromancer's bequest, so welcoming thou as their unholy guest.

Raptured In Heaven

*Image Raptured in Heaven by Pint.

Raptured in Heaven

The unearth enraptured in Heaven's flock,
Those who have mourned, the meek, and merciful,
Answers to who holds the key to unlock,
Plus, hungry and thirsty righteous dreamful.

Newness befalls refreshed innocent breathes,
The unearth enraptured in Heaven's flock,
True turtledoves hail friendly laurel wreathes,
Harmonious life will be a cakewalk.

It is Grace who's at your door, comes a knock,
Your soul chronicled in the Book of Life,
The unearth enraptured in Heaven's flock,
Preparations made for your afterlife.

Prayers gifts comfort, freed from the abyss,
Your salvation resources round-the-clock,
He kept His promise--everlasting bliss,
The unearth enraptured in Heaven's flock.

2023 February 02
*10th Place*
YOUR OPTION
~Brian Strand: Judged 2023 February 06

Continuum

From source Emanations reverent
Spaces born of oneness collectives
Infiltrate infinity prize prism clouds
Freeing premier born Divine Nexus knots.
Pulse towers of vacuum awakenings
Cross vast voids, returning to Light.
Forgotten planets pilot plot
Trans dimensional torrent tearing,
Luminescent love waves weave
Dematerialized spirals secreting sentient
Sentient staggered transmissions.
Reflections of Reality permeate 
Into other expansions revealing
Silent stirs of universal echoes.
Destinies of beings, Galaxy's child,
Creates conscious codes of Existence.
Synchronicity glides effortlessly 
among ancient star chronicled 
corporeal prophecies.
Ominous omnipresence.

Literary Form

LITERARY FORM
the suspense
sealed
unexpected
   then unmasked
imitative
 with exploited variations

 influential concepts
innocence
  templated
remains
chronicled &experimental
intermittent
 yet ultimate
but
  seemingly discovered

an aspect unreasoned
yet
 pure
relevant &equivalent
ingenuous
daring&
yet defying
  cryptic interpretation

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived

I Am a Book

I Am A Book
By David J Walker

I am a book of Unread pages
I am a book

	I am a book Written in stages  in
A travel log On a road called Time
With the foreign stamps Of Passport Ministers
Checking my credentials along the way
I am a book

I am a book Of unread scripture
With the lectures on faith 
In staggered chapters and the
Tattered chronicled collections of 
Odd jobs We have asked of a Loving God
Written in a foreign language
I am A book

	I am a book Of erotic poetry in
Pictograph albums Scrutinized and analyze 
Then censored By holier than me censors 
I am a book

	I am a book With pages numbered 
And then sealed  Its secrets to be 
Revealed in full on an unannounced 
Judgment day with Disputes left in the hands of
A Divine Defender
I am a book

	I am a book
To be colored  Everyday
Where the lines do not matter
Only the hue and The view 
In which you see me
I am a book

I am a book Not to be left On the dusty shelf of
A forgotten  library  Rarely opened in a 
Distant history I am a book to be read
And even if misunderstood To be savored
I am a book

Water's Edge

Hush
hear the stillness in the waters
the calm and steady to and fro
the ripple-less canvas
that delivers life to our door.

Clear and cavernous
bliss is found in it’s depths
toes dipped in, cooling
in summer’s relentless heat.

Teaming with adventure
dates chronicled in the flow
silence deafening, suppressing
newness found in attention
Hush.

And For This I'M Satisfied-

As I am a humble I'll be there
Like in a fluttery butterfly in the air

I'm a whisper a still small voice
Giving you totally Freedom's choice

Captive your imagination shall be
Glorious Horizons you shall seek

In all alone Nevermore
I am your shelter and it's you I adore

Glory of glories rapture's we sing
Hallelujah weather righteous King

And all manner of best magistry
Chronicled throughout all Majestic history

My God my God you are my Lord and King
Hallelujah- holy holy God we sing

And in my pains and pangs even in the reins
You cover me righteously abundantly you bring
Ever Glad Tidings Hallelujah my Lord and King
And for this I'm gratified
After this I'm satisfied
And for this I shall not hide
Ever and always my God you are by my side
And for this I'm satisfied
Hallelujah my Lord my God

10/23/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2019

Gold At the End of the Rainbow

Simple reminder in Genesis 9
rainbow we see in the cloud,
sign from our God that He honors His Word.
Balaam affirms the demeanor of God.
Numbers gives verification -
God is not human for He does not lie.
Six,  if not seven, bad habits God hates;
chronicled down in the Proverbs -
lying – deception is listed twice.
All of us need to endorse such a rainbow;
speaking no lies; reaffirming our word,
earning pure gold in the end.

August 14, 2019

Inspired by these biblical references:  
   Genesis 9:12-16; 
   Numbers  23:19; 
   Proverbs 6:16-19.  


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Bloodlines

It matters not you have the blood of heroes.
It matters not your family's claim to fame.
It matters not your riches and possessions.
What matters now is how you bear the name;

For though you have the blood of kings and heroes,
And their exploits have been chronicled through time,
It matters not who may have gone before you,
What matters is the man who's next in line.

Your ancestors were brave and stalwart people.
Your father was a hero tried and true.
Your grandparents were good and honest people,
And now they've passed the torch along to you.

How they lived their lives is done and over.
Their deeds are theirs and theirs alone.
How you live your life is now what matters.
What matters now is what seeds you have sown.

Will others now be glad that they have known you?
Will family be proud you are their own?
It matters not what be your heritage.
It's the name that you have earned all on your own.

A Viewpoint of Man

There are numerous theories of the origin of man
Opposing viewpoints on how he began
Perhaps through evolutionary stages man evolved from the chimpanzee
Carelessly swinging on parch branches of his family tree

Or by way of Yahweh's omnipotent hand
Created in God's image woman and man
To have dominion over all living things
According to the parable of Adam and Eve

History has chronicled the rise and fall  
Of a faithless species disobedient to civilized law
Seeking to answer where he has gone wrong
Man continues to erect a self serving image to conceal his flaws

The present condition of the human race
Steep in confusion and rising at a dangerous pace
Returning to our original debate
I ponder if man is a creation of a supreme being
Or, a befuddled creature of lower intellect than the chimpanzee

Fighting the Dragon

Into the valley of death
Fighting the dragon demon
Numb from the heat of his breath
Deaf to the yellin' and screamin'

Lying in vomit and left for dead
An angel of mercy arrived
Touching the sickness inside my head
How lucky I was to survive

Battles regaled in chronicled tales
As scars from the wounds grow deeper
Telling others I see, Just like me
The dragon belongs to the reaper


  by Daniel Turner
   Feb 25 2017

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