Be faithful to me
Obey these commands I placed
Be gentle with me
Love wears no gold, nor seeks the crown of kings,
Yet holds dominion in a gentler way;
With whispered words and soft, unspoken things,
It takes the heart and bids it humbly to stay.
No wealth of gems or lavish silk from you is sought,
For love, in secret, makes its quiet own demands—
A stolen glance, a tender touch is sought,
The warmth of close-held dreams in strong clasped hands.
It asks for patience, though the heart may ache,
And yields its joy in fleeting, fragile light;
Through laughter’s fire and sorrow’s cold embrace,
Love grows like roots, deep-hidden in our dreams.
And though the gifts it claims seem small and shy,
They shape the soul, where our truest treasures hide.
She tames the sky
She commands the clouds
They get their orders from her
They do as she says
Does she rule by fear?
No
Does she rule by right?
No
Why do the clouds listen?
Because she is sassy, and confident.
And she is the first person to command them.
They think it is great.
We in are in a time of darkness,
A season of sorrow and regret.
Like a great fish caught in a current
Rife with unexpected, opposing tides.
All are tossed ever farther
from lives all hoped to access.
Striving against this typhoon of violence
Perhaps our hope is bereft?
As this devouring night surrounds,
No egress to safely accessed.
Losing strength, all fight this unyielding tide.
Vainly seeking the shore.
Loss and grief are everywhere
With no light, they can find no haven.
They are lost within this black storm.
My Bride I have chosen you to be guideposts
Given a specific task to play.
In one hand hold high the gracious lamp
Filled with Holy Oil stored for this day.
Climb high upon the rocks
Light the wicks to combat war’s fray.
Now the Holy One commands the light stands to light!
Making the darkness fall away.
The path is narrow, the way is hard
“Bride of Christ, light your lamps
Save all that you can on this –
The End of Days!”
God’s promises are everlasting
Christ commanded us to not lose even one.
So, My Chosen, light the lanterns,
the Bridegroom’s feast awaits.
To Be A Poet, Oft Strong Commands Come At Night
Oh, gawd- comes raging middle of the night
This horrid current, rise up and now write
An electric jolt, firing through me bones
Of new fortress looming, huge granite stones
And that tingle surging from old waking soul
As pagan's carving of a totem pole
Words spilling out from a resistant heart
Pen and paper screaming, hurry let's start!
Stumbling amidst and across dim-lit room
Word flowing from life or else dreaded doom
Splash, splash as ink and paper newly wed
Old verses, that a spirited mind said
Some few flavored with Shakespearean awe
Other's cuttings from old lumberjack's saw!
And I, vessel to set these ravings down
Of love, a princess in her golden gown
Dancing slowing across a ballroom floor
One never knows what else comes through that door!
Robert J. Lindley, Nov. 2nd 1978
Rhyme,
( When Poetry Forces A Poet To Wake Up And Write )
The heavens open up and the lord's spirit.
Came down from heaven
Riding upon majestic clouds
Of fiery lightning bolts that showered the church
with glowing trails of shooting stars and streaks of comets
He then commanded the glowing rings of Saturn.
to come down anointing the sacred icons
with brightly shining halos
He then commanded the eternal flames of the sun.
to come down and light the holy candles
And he commanded the rocks from the sacred land.
to rise up one upon the other establishing his sacred altar
blessing us all.
We'll; it's the new year on top of the clock
When everything's up there for grabs of the flock
That future's seem brighter when out of our hands
When the further we wonder means longing's commands
Everyone come along for the shower.
Let's dance together amidst the flower;
And devour Nature's power,
Whilst these tiny droplets descend the river.
*Second place in the Poetic lines from Poetry soup
Poet Vijay pandit Poetry Contest. Sponsored
and judged by Silent One.
Note:This is a Rithimus Divisa extracted from the
poem "Script of Mother Nature" written by me
on 18th April 2020.
Submitting today ie, 3rd sep 2020 to Rithimus Divisa 5
Poetry contest.Sponsored by Gregory R Barden.
L-et
I-mmortal
L-ord's
I-nstructions
A-nd
C-ommands
U-plift
I-ndividual
S-pirit
O-f
N-ation's
Y-oung
M-embers
A-nd
S-enior
A-dherents
Topic: 30th Anniversary of Lilia Cuison Ymasa in the Iglesia Ni Cristo (December 10,2019)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Loving my studio is not enough
I have to actually go over there and pick up a paintbrush
Reminding myself who I am
Today is the day, I say, halfheartedly.
Not ready yet.
Sticking myself back into lah lah TV land
A world that never brings satisfaction of any kind
Yet here I sit hour upon hour
Decompressing and decomposing.
Go paint! My muse commands.
Making things worse.
I despise being told what to do.
I click yes for the next automatic show I am not watching.
Yes, I’m a Poet,
but I refuse to be conscripted
I refuse to be a victim,
my words made out of stone
I refuse to bleed my heart out,
on a page of blank simpatico
I refuse to give you weakness,
knowing strength you have disowned
Yes, I’m a Poet,
but my sword is sharp and pointed
My shield is scarred and colored
with the blood of firebrands
My breath won’t plead while shouting,
every name a future conquest
My pen in hand, a weapon sure
—its ink the truth commands
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
I played out my string,
I ran my race
My chaps are frayed,
but spurs in place
Still one horse to ride,
with saddle in hand
That last trail awaits,
—final sunset commands
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
Yes, I’m a Poet,
but I refuse to be tormented
I refuse to be a victim,
with my words made out of stone
I refuse to bleed my heart out,
on a page of blank simpatico
I refuse to give you weakness,
knowing strength you have disowned
Yes, I’m a Poet,
but my sword is sharp and pointed
My shield is scarred and colored
with the blood of firebrands
My breath won’t plead while shouting,
every name a future conquest
My pen in hand, a weapon sure,
—its ink the truth commands
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
God Commands Us To “Love One Another!”
In the body of Christ…
One of Satan’s “clever tricks.”
Is to “choose” another to form
their own “cliques.”
People “choosing” who they believe
is their sister or brother…
Neglecting the great command…
“Love one another!”
A stranger whom comes to church…
Has a hard time to find…
Someone who’ll give him just some of their time!
This person could be really in need
and possibly poor.
But after the service… He “hurries”
out the exit door…
Have we forgotten what being Christ’ child is?
We need to be HIS example in the way we live!
Maybe it’s time that the body of Christ
break out of it’s “shell.”
And really be concerned about those
on their way to hell!
If it’s people just like you whom
you seem to be “choosing.”
It’s you that will fall short of…
God’s love and are losing!
It’s time that the body of Christ
love everyone the same…
Remembering that it was for every
person our savior came!
By Jim Pemberton
her name is CATHERINE GODLEY BUCHNER:
ODE TO BE READ
ONCE UPON A TIME
BEFORE TIME
WRITTEN BY THE STARS
FOR HEARTS ENTWINED
BEFORE HEARTS DID BEAT
THERE WERE TWO WHO FELT THE HEAT
THAT IS THE MOMENT OF THE FIRST BEAT
BEAT SO STRONG
IT WILL NOT STOP
IT WILL NOT BE DENIED
IT IS IN THE AIR
CARRIED BY THE WIND AND CAPTURED SO FINE
HEAR THE DRUM OF THE STRETCHED SKIN
OVER THE ROUND HOLLOWED OUT CIRCULAR SOFT BONE WITH AN AGE OLD PATINA
SO FINE
SO SOFT
IN THE MIDST OF A ROUGH COURSE CHAOS OF EARTHLY DECADENT DECAY
THE ESSENCE OF AMORE BEATS ETERNAL
(C) 2012...CATHERINE GODLEY BUCHNER
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