clear my conscience Lord
Pray for us we are sure to
have such a clear thought
my desire God to live
honorably now always
9/21/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
The funding of wisdom,
bankrolling death
Thoughts to withdraw
from a ledger unspent
Refinancing life,
true folly indeed
With memory cashed in
—eternity free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
When the smoke left it became clear
Wondering about the cause had put him in fear
As in all these things it would take some time
He would need to come back to it when he was inclined
His plane would need to fly on
To where he was sure the enemy was gone
And the plane flew on forever
The hum of the engine kept the time in its measure
He tried to raise the others on the intercom
But it seemed he was the only one not gone
At the base they listed the bomber as overdue
As the bomber into a red oblivion sky flew.
© Paul Warren Poetry
R-ain
I-s
C-leared
A-s
A-nother
C-oolness
A-nd
I-mpressive
N-ewness
B-egin
A-ppearing
J-ust
E-arly
Topic: Birthday of Rica Acain Baje (September 18)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
#The Cloud That Never Cleared
Once beautiful hues of Blue fell through, never to be renewed.
Replaced with Charcoal Mist Gray...
No Transparency, No Glimpse of Breakthrough,
Just a Permanent State...
An Unrelenting, Non-repenting...
LOOKS AND FEELS LIKE SMOKE IN MY EYES...
Resulting FATE. Is It Too Late? The Blue replied...
"I AM OCEAN BLUE, DEPTH AND TRUE, RE-BOUNDER*
OF NEW ELEMENT, CLEAR AND FREE OF ALL IMPEDIMENT...
*A PERMANENT STATE* WOULD HAVE BEEN MY DETRIMENT."
©Renee Denise Gross 11/9/2017#
Cleared Away Mire
Cleared away mire and started to aspire;
Goals started growing higher and higher;
Though am inept,
Mission did accept;
While we wish Trump would soon expire.
Jim Horn
J-ust let the morning break,
O-ne evening passes from view;
B-eautiful blue sky above
O-pens the moment for
Y-ou.
Q-uest for the fine clime,
U-ntil the rain disappears;
I-nclement weather turns fair,
N-ew dawn dries away the tears.
T-hird month thirteenth day,
A-fter the shadows are gone;
N-ight cold chill has faded,
A-s the haze is cleared by the sun.
Her life is just about to take off,
As she straps in behind the stick.
The destination might be unclear,
But the route is hers to pick.
Education fuels her craft,
And graduation trips the switch.
She wants to see what there is out there,
The call of adventure is like an itch.
Her family is the tower that tries,
To make sure that the runway is clear.
Letting her know that back at home,
There’s a safe landing for her to steer.
The time has come to place her faith
In these untested wings.
In the faith that the Lord above
Will grant the joy that this life brings.
As she hurtles down the tarmac,
Her destination comes into view.
An endless sky before her now,
A boundless sea of blue.
With a confident smile upon her lips,
And a glimmer in her eye.
She rises above the firmament,
The time has come for her to fly.
To the spirit that resides
Within my brain
Pack up your bags
And get on that train
You say I am cracked
And out of my mind
Well I say you are whacked
And that you are blind
My mind has been cleared
Of any wrong doing
Your rep. has been smeared
Cause of all of your screwing
Don’t walk away mad
Or run away angry
Try not to be sad
I don’t have a hanky
Pack up your stuff
To get it all out
I am never rough
And will never shout
You are dying inside me,
my little god.
I am awakening after a long pause.
The forked hazel wand
does not bend back, perched on a buried treasure.
I am disembarking from divining.
I stayed without body, nervous;
like aspen leaves trembling at slight doubt,
hearing footfalls of dew drop.
Fear of old fear arrives again,
when the seeds begin to explode
in the womb of a fallen tree.
For the spoken word, sting in the tail
becomes star-struck. Death zone enlarges on black
pyramid. Conscience is on its descent.
SATISH VERMA
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