Some feel that Bible verse conclusively
Describes all life explained through liturgy.
Some feel that evolution holds the key
With science leading forth explicitly.
Positions juxtaposed perceptibly:
A purist view of Life's conformaties -
A prescient view of Life's complexities -
Could one more view assuage disparities?
What do papyrus texts in fact convey?
And, what does nature's yield expressly say?
Somewhere between these two compelling sides
The letter and the spirit both reside.
We take from texts enough to salve our minds,
And then from nature context-laden signs,
With each constrained by factors of its lot.
Questions for both - what is and what is not?
Yet, could these sides assemble what should be -
A pair of constancies through which we see
Two halves converging as to form the whole
Reach toward a common line that's not a goal?
This dictum for another day, but now
Enough for both conjointly to endow
A symbiotic sense of harmony
And hope - if our thoughts are inclined to be.
Regardless of my mother's death,
One hope, obduracy, and words otiose breath
The wheels of progress never stop turning
The times shift, and my sad heart is yearning
The world continues to burst forth in beauty
To regain faith, one can never flout divine duty
Lemons had just started to turn yellow
The sky is azure, and there are plains in view
Conjointly to the bewildered trout
Somehow, the spark of passion faded out
Even as yearning is freed from restraint
I saw years slip by without one complaint
There is still plenty of love in us to pass around
I can stand with my feet sustained on the ground
And savor the peaches as a warm embrace
Where the imprint of love may leave a trace.
Written: May 26, 2023
I suppose no speech or pen can reveal.
Hidden mysteries of the cell buzzer.
Whose sleek screes fit conjointly like a deal.
To boast about such a complex shudder.
A thin membrane that provides protection.
In order to shelter its swags inside.
The city is ruled by its switch section.
Yielding hurdles over today's worldwide.
While books about fable intend to sell.
Such a DNA change occurred by chance.
Each organ and nucleus in the cell.
A mind is warned to be behind the stance.
I shake my mind; dawdling was a mistake.
I note the book to read, needing a break.
Written: June 22, 2022
Two guys, wannabe poets decided
to compose a unique poem jointly;
both agreed terms of writing conjointly
with rhymes and syllables as per guidance.
Thought each will write one line a few times to
form poem, the result will be breakthrough.
First wrote, if you fail, I will take final
call; No, wrote other guy, how can you do?
If you need me, I will reciprocate;
it's wrong, you don't pick up phone, I've noticed;
If you cry, I'll wipe tears; Oh! That’s bogus.
Why you write such response to irritate?
Can't you think perfect words what will touch hearts
Think afresh, don't stop thoughts flow once it starts.
~X~X~X~
Queen’s Sonnet::Created by Lisa Morris writing on All Poetry as Streambed
Syllabic: 10 syllables per line, meter optional
Stanzaic: 3 Quatrain plus a couplet
Rhyme Scheme: abba ccac deed ff
Pasted from http://poetscollective.org/everysonnet/queens-sonnet/
Thanks to Mr Lawrence Eberhart for the resource at Poets COLLECTIVE Site.
Always As One
Written: by Tom Wright
12-17-2014
As one, we’ve felt the warmth of spring,
And endured the summer’s heat together;
We faced each day and what it would bring,
Unaware of storms we’d someday weather.
Then came fall and flame became a flicker,
But the vows we once made were held true.
Our time now appears to hasten by quicker,
And days are full of mundane things to do.
Then, approaching was the winter of our span,
The last hurrah before our year would end.
Despite shortcomings we’ve followed God’s plan,
And together, we now make plans to ascend.
I ruminate now on where the excitement went,
Because old age has now purloined this too;
Just memories remain of once great times spent,
While our years conjointly continue to accrue;
Now with memory lapsing and health declining,
And doctor visits becoming more than a few.
In hushed morning hours once more I sit pining,
While speculating, what today, might go askew.
The Divine
All those that walk upon the earth
It matters not if big or small
Share in each a soul conjointly
For the “Divine” is a part of all
Found within the tiniest of raindrops
To the lakes the ocean & the sea
All mighty mountains & pint-size rocks
Within each living tree
Within every sacred Sunset
All the colors of the sky
In every living creature
From the tiny bug that crawls
To all the birds that chirp & fly
Within the laughter of a child
To the guilty whom have lied
Within every heart that dreams
Not a single one denied
Within the voice of all religion
In every whispered prayer for peace
In the sinner & the saint the mighty & the week
In those that fought in battle
The warrior & the meek
Not a single one is favoured
Not that of human, fowl, nor beast
In each is Divine equality
All that dwell
North, South, West and East
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