Checking into the physician,
I gone and hurt myself again.
It's time to tap in,
Let the healing begin.
As blood carries the love in,
My lungs absorb oxygen.
Intentional chemical reaction,
The system braces for it to happen.
Synapses syncing in motion,
Electricity charges the ocean.
Waves of a higher vibration,
Enter the pain to take action.
A conscious transaction,
A molecular intersection,
Where cells give the injection.
Love stitches up the section,
An energy interjection.
Healing begins to happen,
Sealing the wound from infection.
An energetic protection,
Atoms feel my affection.
Bringing them all to attention,
It's Universe comes to balance again.
Healing me from my pain,
I thank you Once again,
You're a great Physician.
"Any time, Come again."
Here I come again
Standing under the rain
Hear each drop and taste
Remember my sins and waste
Feeling drops go through my heart
Revive once a dead part
Listen to each drop tale
Read history on each hail
Written with cold hand
With a map of a holy land
Where all yearn to go
Though we all know
That our day is soon
On the last beam of our living moon
Saturday 10/7/`1999
9:54pm
When will there come soft rain, serene and slow,
To kiss the silent earth and make it bloom?
The skies have whispered tales of falling snow,
But rain will banish all the heart’s deep gloom.
The trees stand still, their branches full and high,
While waiting for the tender rain to weep,
And birds in distant clouds still yearn to fly
Through skies where gentle showers softly fall.
I dream of days when petals wake to hear
The melody of droplets on the leaves,
When silver streams reflect a world made clear,
And night’s despair ian liquid dusk relieves.
O' when will rain descend, and hearts find peace?
Beneath the cloudy veil, I wait to see.
I long for that soft, forgotten song
That rain again will come so I can weep.
Chaos of wars and deaths would become the rule of the day.
Floods and droughts would surround around every possible way.
With earthquakes, famines, and pestilence, nature will be filled
Creatures, for no vices of theirs, would be brutally killed.
Kingdoms and nations would rise against each other, you said.
Hatred and malevolence, like epidemics, would spread.
In your name false prophets would mislead everyone, you warned
For walking on the paths of virtues, the poor will be scorned
To upset the order of oppression, you would appear
Fires from your eyes would burn to ashes the satanic sphere.
The heavens will open, and you will descend like a king.
To the arrogant, your judgement would be a threatening
Maranatha, I heard each being calling, Come, O Christ!
Each nook of the sin-laden earth filled with celestial light
Fly, hop, fly away
My beautiful butterfly
Come again sometimes.
NOTHING IN MY LIFE WILL COME AGAIN
Bless my day
my day is blessed
Because I'm alive
because I am
Nothing in my life will come again
Except the life and love mine Father gives me
11/17/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
He’s left me as Fall fell
He’s taken Spring and Summer
I'm stuck here in Winter
Arctic wolves hunt my mind
The dark vices come for me
Here seasons circle every week
Such is the igloo split in two
My setting sun follows a child
While on the other side, he rises
In Winter, darkness warms me
Addiction my cold companion
It asks for kindling, neglected
My dopamine cries frost-bitten
His absence disregulates me
His light askew gives little heat
You’ve left me to Winter's mercy
I retreat to my polar mind
I search for poetry, slippery
Let’s blame dopamine bereft
The maker of ache reaching
Its unruly mouth gaping frozen
Some learn to sip icy water
Some drink the Northern Lights
The darkest day is voracious
This poem to you is cold-hearted
All I want is your light returned
Spring and Summer every season
My dopamine satiated by solstice
My winter thawed by revolution
Each hemisphere in eternal light
I will come again, my dear,
In the form of a bird,
And with my sweet melody,
Your heart will be stirred.
My wings will carry me
Across the great expanse,
And I’ll perch upon your window sill,
And give you another chance.
To hear my voice and know
That I am still with you,
Though I may be gone,
My love will remain true.
So listen closely to my song,
And let it bring you peace,
For though I may have left this world,
My love will never cease.
I will come again, my dear,
In the form of a bird,
And with my sweet melody,
Your heart will be stirred.
There you are in the smell of soft rain,
Every thing smells new around you.
Fish in the pond swim here and there all around me.
Frogs to be who are not yet to be cannot try to love me.
Cardinals bathe in the smallest of pools,
And happily sing about us.
Tomorrow
will come,
will carry
the man...
Jesus !
The man
novel,
again
will come...
Tomorrow
parousia !
On it’s way
Not to welcome
To bid farewell
Oh,Ramadan
Come again!
Conflagration,
explosive jubilation,
catapulting projectiles,
colliding in motion;
meteors in party mode.
1/15/2020
STRAND SELECT 11,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
The rain came with loud crashes blown
Houses exploded on impact into droplets
Into the night itself becoming madness
Becoming lightning without the flash
Leaving splinters to float downstream fractured
Unrecognizable fragments detached from reality
Trees used to stand for something before the rain came
Deep rooted before men came to chop them down
To become houses caught up in a flood one drop at a time
Then into wooden pieces shattered into nothing
What is this world coming to if you can't trust the rain
If you can't trust your friends to build things that remain
Perhaps the next generation of rain will be gentler
It does not have to be this way say the sages
Trust the rain to come again one day in peace
But carry an umbrella just the same
Toes dipped in the emerald ocean so still,
I linger into the warm sunlight splendor.
All my sadness departs and joy does fulfill,
my skin embraces the soft sand so tender.
Sangria sunsets arrive with pulchritude,
I sense the calm from the cherry blossom trees.
All those hotdogs and hamburgers barbequed,
effortlessly my hair flows through the fresh breeze.
No one can take away the equinox moon,
nor keep my senses from feeling love and peace.
It’s the tune of a hummingbird in late June
as I run through lavender fields with my niece.
Summertime has come again, and I’m enthralled.
The sun boasts from its heat rejuvenating
all living things that nature neatly sprawled…
I know soon that Autumn chill will be waiting.
May 8, 2019
Caren Krutsinger
Summer Quatrain Contest
R-adiance
O-f
N-ature
I-s
L-etting
Y-our
N-ewness
C-ome
A-gain
W-ithout
A-nnoying
Y-ou
A-fter
N-ight
Topic: Birthday of Ronilyn Cawayan (November 27)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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