Herald the star that blooms, the trumpet and the scroll.
O God the bluest eye, it magnifies my soul.
Encompass calvary, the greatest light that shines.
Beautiful Bethlehem, the azure Winter pines.
Infant swaddled in love, the lamb in his stable.
The Great Shepherd asleep, star’s clearest timetable.
The rhythm of the sky, adoration of blue.*
Wrapped in azure blanket, star hangs over the Jew.
Circumnavigating, ornaments of the earth.
O see the living tree, little hands scarred at birth.
Predilection to save, open your newborn eyes.
The cross present in star, the blue heavens arise.
At birth…his death waiting, The Light opens her womb.
Before he turns 40, he walks out of the tomb.
A blizzard of azure, two men frozen in fear.
They’d get a taste of death, fearsome angels they’d hear.
Trees in my neighborhood walk around naked
On land, on ground, out loud below the clouds
Rooted in history stepping out on the town
Out of their depths somehow in hurricanes
Dreaming of becoming pirates lost at sea
Wooden limbs or legs that once limped along highways at home
Leap over waves, branching out opened to the ocean's roar
Sails unfurl on their mighty mast of power as hearty creaks
Circumnavigating not only the world but flowing sheets
Bushes can only shake in place as shrubbery
Everyone knows how boring shrubbery can be
Trees stop traffic when they fall on the streets
They can't walk on water
But given half a chance they can float
At sea it is easy being a tree
They write me off when I'm down
say it's my place to underachieve
some say it to the point it's what I believe
putting belief in me makes a rumbling sound
fires deep down in me fire up breeding heat
self doubt annoys me up out of my seat
as the fury spreads new motive's found
when my thoughts obsess over the grief
and suddenly tricks pour from out my sleeve
surging tech tonic energy gains ambitious growls
shifting my focus positive with the air I breathe
and down from the bottom the tension relieves
thus propelling a catapult force up at the clouds
and I morph from my written off rock bottom seed
into a Superman circumnavigating the seas
killing the silent shy recluse now shouting loud
I may fall down, but I'm never out
and that means never, I love the doubt,
it's the start of the best I house,
I love silencing doubting mouths
circumnavigating
the corners of my mind
in latitude and longitude
i chart my oceanic voyage
through turbulence
of sea and clouds
in solitude
finally reach calm waters
turning off the power
sit adrift on open seas
tranquility encountered
swept up and immersed
in peaceful emptiness
of temporal simplicity
unanchored
unmoored
afloat and free
Read on air by invitation ~ November 14, 2021 'POETS' HARBOUR'
AP: 1st place 2021
Posted on March 12, 2021
meandering
hills and hillocks
the autumn orb
casts its golden glow
across paved paths
the ones less traveled
circumnavigating
childhood memories
borrowed backroads
in the sinews of my heart
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on August 19, 2020
I hear England's strong voice praising its past:
Football's World Cup glory in 1966,
Shakespeare and Marlowe penning plays,
Sir Francis Drake circumnavigating the world,
Queen Elizabeth I, with the stomach and heart of a king,
Queen Victoria, with her ever expanding empire and waistline,
Constable, Turner and Reynolds painting pictures...
and yes, although it can only whisper of its today,
it shall sing once more of new glories,
it shall shout from its rooftops for St George,
and be proud of its past and present.
A little Patriotic free verse for Carolyn's contest, inspired by Whitman's 'I hear America singing'
When does it become new
and when is it not
Knot nots the muscle in my mind
Memories of the future
If s become is
turning laughs to s (has)
been circumnavigating
the out thought box
changing all the locks
Stand in the dampened night
flogged by raindrop tendrils
Bristled air rushes by
like unreleased rasps
of drags from past
Darkness tastes of silence
and words inside
rage against the war
where letters seek to find a place
as heroes on the desert page
and mirages think they have
seen my face
plowing ahead she rises to the occasional
pique of future flowing moments unfurling from
the pages of the book stuck together like morning
eyelashes fluttering, no cause necessary, just practicing
push pull not the same as yes or no...paralyzed in some
moments along the river bank of fog, lazily drifting
doing some fishin’ I think...not sure for what
no bait...none taken, none given...albatross wings span
the globe, circumnavigating for something like years
age old pieces of me surfacing...can I really do this again?
pits in my stomach of excitement and whatever else
I can’t call it out because I don’t know what it is right now
trepidation about movement and yet, movement is having
her way with me sort of. The mess no longer supports so
something must give now...I cannot keep up the illusion that
I no long care...I do care...I want more than I have given myself
for a very long time...unspooling threads...cannot see as I am
apparently not a weaver of time...praise for the old folks who
walked the wisdom paths in our illustrious world...
Good night for now...eyes drifting into the downward dog...
Asta la vista baby...
Get the balance right
In space
Where zero gravity drains your limbs
Of strength
Circumnavigating the earth
The place of your birth
You miss through misty porthole
Contemplating the glaring shortfall
All we ever wanted
All we ever needed
Is in the power of our hands
We can only do harm
And are oblivious to the deafening
Sound of the Alarm
THE FIRE INSIDE
I have to tamp down
the fire inside
for not all are stoked
with flaming eyes
my cheeriness
might be their demise
the fire inside
explosive it drives
the quiet insane
so i try extra hard
to contain myself
the gypsy dance
leaps and thrives
with clanging bells
a crimson skirt
circumnavigating
the darkest night
the fire it burns
in rhythmic bursts
crackling in time
to poetic verse
sunshine yellow
and orange tongue
the reflection of
happiness
11/10/2017
The Fire Inside Contest
1st Place
My husband and I were newly wed and cash poor. It was Easter weekend and the weather unusually fine for the time of year. Both loving the outdoors, we decided to cycle, circumnavigating our county over three nights. We traversed hill and dale, intoxicated by the beauty of the landscape. But late on the Saturday evening, just as Joseph and Mary had found on Christmas eve, every lodging was booked out for the festival. Locals eventually directed us to the abode of two elderly sisters, long retired from running a boarding house. As darkness was falling, they took us in. So weary was I, the bed felt as soft as eiderdown. A blessed sleep descended immediately. Before retiring, the sisters mentioned they would both be up at dawn, as always on Easter Sunday, to watch the sun dance with joy to see Our Lord rise again.
rising with the sun
those wishing to see it dance
on easter morn
TORPEDOS’ NAPALM
T remors shocked the penguins of the Arctic Circle.
O rbital the water lobbed in the ocean.
R otating in a circumnavigating format
P enguins dangled high in the air.
E stablishing that quavers do manifest in cold weather,
D issolving the water into a formed ditch.
O nly the vibrations remained.
N uclear bodies lye in rigor mortis.
A ssassinated by the bombastic troposphere.
P lugger material that could be sold
A s thick plastic
L anguor in stillness.
M issiles sent by God.
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Written February 19, 2016!
Noised silence pulls me
in a broken wilderness
I drift amidst time
circumnavigating what
this dark abyss beckoning
Suddenly, a light
out of the black I appear
into a blue day
Angelic she, I've been found
my dark abyss, now silenced
.
I sifted through my insides and decided to wear them on the outside
Just for the pleasure of it
Also to see the reactions of people who are flimsy and easily scared
My spleen is my greatest accomplishment
As it is so iridescent and pulsating
have you seen inside-out reversed eyeballs before?
It's a very introspective moment
I also decided that I don't want to pay for anything anymore
Yet, I don't want to steal from poor CEO's because they have a hard life
I just want steel bones
So that I won't bang myself up when cutting a corner too close while circumnavigating the
Globe
I feel your pain and it makes me horripilate in its glorious uprising
Of new thought process
Oh how I love this
Excuse me for a moment
The oxygen iz gettn...