COMMENCING A SEQUENCE-:-
twofold
vision
begin
blossoming
permanently
& forever REGENERATING
convergence
regained
reconciled
accessible
reminders
at POINTS OF INTERSECTION
infinite
endless
reposted
surmounted
conclusions
Her current space cannot be traced
exactly how he programmed it
a strategic system of files, unreconciled
feminine frequencies pleading to split
white picket fences, painted in perfect pretenses
circuits circumvent so not to crash
the matrix, masked by flourishing flowers
when does beauty rise from the ash?
opposites attract, so they say
her inner self, silently suffocating
crafted by his cunning conversations,
sudden lightning sparks, blackouts bring
the shattering shock, sending signals, commencing strength
step outside the interchange.
now, wait.
His hold on hold...
and she is safe.
Courage, grit, unwavering faith.
Free to pen a brand-new page.
Another storm commencing.
Crow is in frolic and frenzied mode.
Searching for another slanted piano.
Upsetting melody and rhyme once again.
I haven't fully recovered from prior precision strikes.
One more slash and the heart is below the waterline.
Please mind your business and pass me by,
Bullseye...you've landed on my keys once again.
Cork screwing the mind-laying black to the breeze.
Your nonchalant carnage is nearly complete.
Now you just linger to mock and to tease.
To place my last tear in your big bloody beak.
Please- please-please, for the love of God, just leave.
The climax occurs in shape of alarm
Transition takes place from the little sleep
To the resumption of the big one
And in this moment of change… a fight ensues
It's a battle royale between the
Dark recesses of the mind
And the recess of the conscience
Returning to the class room of reality
The body reluctantly follows
On this forced march into daylight
Where the engagement is commencing
And the forces struggle to align
The line of sight looms near
But the outcome isn't clear
Because this contratemps
Is both internal… and eternal
The aftermath leaves one to wonder
Before the forces gath'ring plunder
How could the circumstances gather
Leading to what wakefullness
Can put together in sequence
What led up to a moment… that could not be foreseen
At Lough Allua, along the waterfront
One observes a turning of the tide
From river stones, which stay blunt
Are nature’s creatures, who needn’t hide
A little toad searches for anew
Commencing a journey made by few
Its passage, grows so weary
Following the gravel track
On its way to Ballingeary
High ditches cloak edges of the roads
Serving to both sides, a useful shield
Tender branches break against the cars
And one peers through leaves, into a field
To spot vibrant hydrangeas, unconcealed
Yet across the rugged boundary
One can hear the mud clumps crack
With a sand-tinted Hereford bull
Rolling around on his back
Retiring into a pond
Atop the Shehy Mountains
The land in Spring, it is so fond
When in the creases of these hills
The emerging sun shines through the petals
Of those lovely daffodils
A dream of you and me
A beach house by the sea
A stroll along the shore
Knowing we want more
But this gets better yet
Wait until sunset
Stars and Venus rise
Desire's in our eyes
It's still a little soon
Not before the moon
And then a night of bliss
Commencing with The Kiss
A waiting music stand
A blanket on the sand
A chair with one guitar
Four hands, I help you barre
Before long unrestrained
Passion uncontained
The song we make and play
Carries us away
The heights that we achieve
Are heights none could believe
And when all's said and done
We toast the rising sun
spring morning glory loudly shivers while in quiet vine
the army of pumpkins herald the winter to come
night creatures do not belong in the spring light
steals the summer for the pumpkins reign
draculean teeth, werewolves claw - bullets to wreak havoc
witches storm with magic breath harvests springs renewal
spring takes the yoke of destruction foreign to its nature
to battle All Hallows Eve and save the birthing summer.
daring buds burst their pistilin swords
spirits shoot forth crystalline fear tendrils
new season birds pummel vast pumpkin fields
trumpet vines snakes the eyes of pumpkin soldiers
orange blood declares Halloweens defeat
the supernatural retire, monsters shrink back to den
spring settles commencing its seasons prerogative
summer tiptoes in...
Golden light upon the shattered wood,
snow upon the worn stone steps.
A fragment of forgotten rose,
caught in the rusty hinge's bloom.
Grey leaves cling to winter's bone,
ethereal mist upon the river's spine.
Frost's pale kiss upon the flagstone.
Crisp silence broken by the wind's score.
I'll attend to the worn wooden gate!
Commencing the fragility of things,
Growing fragile with each fading ray.
Gnawing like the whisper of the wind's prosthetic wires.
Not done yet
Jason Doig joined the South Australia Police as a cadet in 1989
Commencing his service as team orientated officer so inclined
Between 1995 to 1998 he served as a Naval Reserve diver too
Giving his time and skill for Australia freely as his duty to do
But he was not done yet
He served the Luncindale Community for twelve years
An ideal country police officer and quintessential bloke without peer
As the bedrock of his Community he was always there
His creed was kind, caring, generous and unique to care
But he was not done yet
Jason was adventurous by habit in all he’d do
He lived his life by his creed all the way through
Taken by an assailant and his duty met
It was clear in this time that he was not done yet….
© Paul Warren Poetry
For Brevet Sergeant Jason Doig South Australia Police killed by assailant’s bullet on 17 November 2023 at Lucindale, South Australia . RIP your duty done.
I'd say I do tomorrow
Should the stars align
And if you wanted I'd be yours
I'd want you to be mine
I wish tomorrow were today
I crave your love so much
A tender moment waiting
Commencing with your touch
A little spark, a puff of smoke
A single dancing flame
Fed by fuel of passion
Explosions self contained
I think together we could make
Some music beautifully
You're country, folk, you're rock and roll
Yeah, you're the one for me!
Smallest steps are one to wonder
Always commencing the path of life
Forming atoms, the book of maps,
Determining your road of sight
It’s a journey, not so kind
One does start and never stops
Unless the bell of death starts ringing
Man will forever sleep not
Constant ups and constant downs
An unachievable envelope of gold
And while townsfolk has seen it all
Man has known it’s not one to be told
Unpredictable events will unfold
Some are stainless; others deeply stain
A permanent reminder of turmoil
And one only hopes for perfection in vain
It’s a highway of red and green lights
Some say stop and others say go
Humans before and after undergo this trail
But one can only wish that from the beginning of the mystery called life to the enigma
named death the truth will always unfold
My previous state of darkness I once coincided
Has suddenly converted to being worthwhile and much more lighted
Resulting in celestial flares so fierce that the earth shifts
Our inflamed union has induced a flame to gunpowder kiss
Commencing this craving for the volatile feeling of your lips
On all things I have wished upon, and all the tears that I have wept
Could not flicker or diminish the lurid wildfire we have set
This fervor furnace ever burning on it's never-ending coals
A continuous inferno scorching the combination of our souls
Drawing out the firefighters and setting off smoke alarms
Nothing else matters if I am melted here in your arms
Together we can molten in our world lit ablaze
In a conflagration of ardor, where temperatures have been raised
Whenever I am beside you, our surroundings meltdown and fray
This endless enamored pyromania is fueled by our smolder
As the lurid wind swirls about the endless amber embers
My survival is no longer possible without the kiss from your lips
So together we must burn eternally like a pair of arsonists
Everyday reigns as sure blessing from God
commencing on a gracious great Sunday
joyously filled by worship-praises' nod.
Faith greets “good morning” that hails glad Monday
along the Lord’s wondrous mercy and might
extending to uphold hectic Tuesday.
Wednesday does glow through Christ’s radiant light
while Thursday is fruitful by His bounty
to share willingly around bliss’ delight.
Friday’s culminating activity
exalts well the Saviour’s omnipotence
completing Saturday chores so plenty.
Midst the Creator’s loving persistence
everyday is triumphant* existence.
*Psalm 92:4 For thou, LORD, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands.
April 22, 2019
10th place, "Anything You Want - New Poems Only" Poetry Writing
Premiere Contest; Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 4/23/2022.
No rhyme or reason, this prolific verse
Comes flooding forth, least none can be explained
By blows to head, nor tumor sprouted, worse,
No courses in linguistics entertained.
Commencing with a rather simple dare
To cut the snark, to soften it with rhyme,
Yet in the midst, longing discovered there,
With lilting phrase, to scale the sweet sublime.
The recent shift in target audience,
to Bible tales for precious progeny,
Left higher forms arrested in suspense,
And made it crystal clear for eyes to see;
Though unbeknownst, forsythian sprang the muse,
Of late, I fear I channel Doctor Seuss.
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I think this was one of my first, back in '15 or so... At this point, I have no idea where 'forsythian' comes from, other than it is a prolific, flowering plant possessed of the proper number of syllables, lol.
Bliss bursts
forth in fullness,
felt as spasms of delight,
ever present humming current
commencing the flow of soma nectar,
transmuting us as living light,
here and now in this form;
floodgates open,
bliss bursts!
26-February-2022
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