When it is that freedom is taken from our lives
And is replaced by tyranny that so totally deprives
Our rights to freely speak or be a dissident
Or question the authority from which it has been sent
‘Tis then we must come forward and take a righteous stand
To quell the tyrants’ dictates: Remove the things they’ve planned
Our country’s sinking rapidly, of that there is no doubt
We must work until we put the tyrants out!
Indictments here; indictments there, that’s how it’s all begun
But there must be many more, before our job is done
And when we have completed this necessary task
We’ll hold our heads on high, and then it is we ask:
“Were we the ones who took a stand to right the freedoms’ wronged?”
And are we in the company of those who have belonged
To America, our country, and still Founding Fathers bless
With wisdom and wherewithal to make the answer: YES.
I decided it was time to move my load to the next machine.
I also decided time to come forward and come clean,
Saying you can keep all of my coins as a token of my love.
the socially awkward erudite recluse
who suddenly disappeared one day
remained unacknowledged till death
lacking tact scratched no one’s back
thus remained in self-imposed exile
yet invisible spirits gathered around
perhaps drawn to an ethereal scent
of a vivifying effervescence emitted
no witness has come forward to speak
of his touch transforming auric fields
so the secrets relayed remain unknown
save to those who too walk in the void
where his formless presence is detected
by following the pulse of bliss magnetism
Out in this vain world, treading my lone trail,
I fall, find feet, firm up my feeble stake,
And try again a better me to make,
In marketplace but never once for sale.
With enough love in heart for all to draw,
An avid pond I am, no settled lake
Content with scarce, no world breeze can me shake--
A pond, never of a huge oceans’ awe.
In this world vying daily with new breeze,
I just try-- be a man made but by me--
A task no simple still to turn with ease,
So, it’s fair to feel way-lost in the sea,
Come forward then, wish wind-speed to my sail,
To help me sail to my least-trodden trail.
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Sonnet | 03.12.2004, revised September 2024|self, world
I wait in my quiet,
the evening is still deep
in its own. Nothing moves.
Moonlight casts eerie shadows
beneath the tall trees. Something
wants to speak.
I sense a fear, a reluctance
to leave the dark cover
of the evening, to come forward
and approach me. And yet
nothing betrays the still
except now the soft whispers
of leaves rippling unseen
high in the canopy overhead.
Please speak…
But there is only the barely
audible chatter of leaves.
It seems to know me
and has, for so long,
been waiting in my silence.
There are times when
I can almost hear it breathe.
Tonight it is particularly close,
so near that I feel
a part of it is reaching out
to touch my hand but then,
pulls back. It is so afraid,
so in need of love.
Let's fly to Vienna
When can we go?
There's chalets, there's music
There's museums, there's snow
A painter was born there
He painted, The Kiss
I'll demonstrate on you
Something like this
Come forward towards me
Let us embrace
Tilt your head left
Then I'll kiss your face
Left hand on my right hand
My left 'round your neck
The kiss you'll receive
Will be more than a peck
The passion he captured
Is the goal I have too
If you'll let me try out
The kiss now on you
And when I'm all finished
I won't disagree
If you want to give back
The kiss then to me
Music starts my little church
And bids us goers "come forward" -
Timid and cleansing at first -
Bringing voices to one accord
Then her voice waxing loud
And the piano's tempo
Make the atmosphere bound
To become a crescendo
Where our song meets Him above
And the sweet chorus repeats.
Did such music greet Asaph
At the foot of heaven's gates?
Its time now..! To become survivors you must stand.!Thank
God for putting Tim Ballard in contact with those
Who needed to be released.! And there was a reason
For that ! For its so much harder for abused people.!
To get their minds out of (flashbacks)
And self denigration, to beleive they
Can; stand strong.' To not always be burying the
Horrors.! it took an unbattered well ajusted person
Tim Ballard, who in his revulsion at child abuse fought
To support their humanity..Now its up to us survivors
Stand up get up crawl.! to the nearest support and stand.'
If thats what ì takes.? but open your mouths at all costs
Come forward.' you are needed to support these real
Heroes.'
Come one,come two,come all free spirits,
'O' raging,'O' waging,'O' untamed free spirits,
Depressed,courageous,tamed free spirits,
Breathing,breathless,prideful free spirits,
Come three,come four,come all free spirits,
Locked hearts,Locked minds,come forward free spirits,
Come singing,come laughing,come cheerful free spirits,
'O' wailing,'O' broken,'O' grey-cheer free spirits,
Tell a story,write a verse,leave a mark free spirits,
Read a tale,Read a poem,Read a mark free spirits,
Come on,come all,come free marching spirits,
'O' graceful,'O' delicate,'O' soulful free spirits,
'O' wingless,'O' beautiful,'O' needy free spirits,
Call on,call all free marching spirits.
"Syzygy"
Behind the wet dunes
fringed with seagrass
a blood crescent
kisses the forehead
of dreamer traversed
twin aeon syzygy
barefeet the velvet
sophia imprints
softly speak
like words seen
dancing across
the place between
heaven and earth
mapping deviations
non-standard
calibrating alignment
played forward through
unchartered jaded
emerald forests
where the satin skin
becomes sparkling
crystalline it shatters
like a shell disgarded, then
the body of no substance
becomes transparent
enveloped in rapturous
Devabani heralding
commands cast
from divine throats
lutes and sitars
whirling nightingales
dervishes wingspanned
accompany angelic legions
the journey melts into
deep blue mysterious oceans
easily walked, hypnotic the
transparent beckoning,
this is the way come,
come, come closer
closer, come forward,
on higher Elysian steppes
the bride smiles
an unspoken secret
and turns
the eyes are
twin windows
like doorways
opening
swallowing
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
The sunny days have arrived
The lost warmth has been revived
yes! the one lost in the winters behind
amidst the cold and windy weather on every side.
The increasing heat of this warm hug
will surely ripen the corn fields
and the flourish of gold on vast lands
will bring smiles to many lips.
But there are still some unlucky subjects under the Crown of the ruling monarch
who suffer from drought and are often thirsty
and no drop of water is shed as mercy.
The suffering awarded to the people around
isn't really on the will of the mighty king
it's indeed the punishment for their own faults
that led to these miserables scenarios.
But times to come have a lot more to offer
because soothing showers are destined to come forward
after long hours of unshattered hope and perseverance
our Earth shall be rewarded a great deal of contentedness.....
After a long winter spell, the beauty of a spring day takes my breath away
its good when the trees stretch out their leafy green arms and say Heh
and the flowers after a long awaited hour push forth with brave hurray,
the beauty of the springtime, takes my breath away...
Hand painted bird houses hanging from a backyard, bathed in sunlight
Bluebirds, house wrens, chickadees, tree swallows and house sparrows
these are some of the beautiful creatures that come forward
to eat the bounty you have so lovingly prepared,
in springtime...
Little snowdrops, flowering Quince, daffodils and so much more
we shed our winter clothing and in sandals we are ready to explore
with carefree walks along the shore, we are ready to adore
every sweet day of sunshine, that comes our way.
Is a kiss still a kiss when
In the air and ever care
Where it lands blown by one who
Loathes missing
Blowing kisses more kissings
Contort your brow purse your lips
Come forward plant the kiss so
As not to worry whether
You'll miss, feel the pleasure of
Good measure stay and persist
A kiss of a kiss of cautiousness!
Have patience...... My gracious flow
Into it!
On a land across the sea
There's a dragon, so fierce and mighty
All the peasants tremble in fright
When he's roaring with his might
He casts his prey in his breath of fire
And devours him with hoggish desire
The poor peasants drown in fear
When they know he's coming near
For this dragon had a power
That could make an empire cower
He makes the kings perform his bidding
Like they're obliged to fulfill a pleading
But one day, a clever wizard
Was brave enough to come forward
With a stroke of his magic wand
The mighty dragon lost his stand
He bound the dragon with his spell
And with his words, the dragon fell
The dragon was tossed in deepest pit
Where he would stay for two thousand years
Hail the wizard of protection
Who saved the land from destruction
May our faith in this wizard stay
For the dragon will be free one day
October 27, 2022
Painting Prompted Poetry Contest (1st place)
Sponsored by: Lisa YY
Your country needs you lads, let Lord Kitchener tell you more
Come forward, join the ranks and we’ll send you off to war
You’re fighting for salvation; you’ve got Jesus on your side
Remember that in battle; let the shepherd be your guide
Join up with your pals lads and march in time with pride
You’re Ulster Presbyterians, so, the lord with you abide
We’ll muster at the Shipyard so that everyone can see
Then continue to the Farmyards and the local Factory
You’re young, or even younger, than the army will allow
You look a little older since you smoke tobacco now
We’ll put you in a uniform and show you how to drill
We’ll teach you to be brave and then train you how to kill
Say goodbye to your family and prepare to sail away
You’ll fall in on the Western front and join the great affray
Although you may be seventeen, we’ve made you into men
Yet most of you will never see your mothers face again
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