Serendipity 7-30-26 Bit Size Contest No 150
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Serendipity
Orange poppy crucibles
Canyons cradle lavender lupine
Flowers paint deserts
Serendipity
Summer epiphany
Our Best Intent
Crucibles
of power
Melting
right from wrong
Cathedrals
of our best intent
Benediction’s
— song
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Unto The Word
Testify
when all else fails
Testify
stay on the rails
Testify
from deep desire
Testify
your heart on fire
Testify
when hope seems gone
Testify
your voice belongs
Testify
the children wait
Testify
the moment late
Testify
the verse resounds
Testify
the pledge profound
Testify
temptation burns
Testify
on what you’ve learned
Testify
unto the Word
Testify
— His blessing heard
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Exposed
If you’re a
cult figure
take off
your mask
Let the crowd
see you
the hard
and the fast
There
lies transcendence
only there
will they see
The truth
you’ve been hiding
exposed
— and set free
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Lack Of Delivery
You say
the right things
Never doing
what’s right
Your words
and your actions
Divorced
woebegone
Intention
an orphan
If born
out of wedlock
The lack
of delivery
when stillborn
— is gone
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
Hark! The clarion call of enlightenment rings,
As education's chrysalis unfurls its wings.
Long fettered-by archaic pedagogical chains,
We now shed the husk of antiquated refrains.
In crucibles of curiosity, minds ignite,
Forging knowledge that pierces the night.
We architect academies of boundless scope,
Where queries bloom and nurture hope.
Not mere facts, but wisdom's essence we distil,
Cultivating resilience for life's uphill.
For the erudite maverick with cerebral fire,
And mentors who dare to inspire higher.
Arise! Let transformation be our refrain,
As we reforge learning's domain.
Our voices, a symphony of choice and change,
Through adversity's gauntlet, we arrange.
In these halls of intellectual renaissance,
Every mind finds its resonance.
As vestiges of the old order fall,
We pen new axioms for one and all.
These bastions of thought, our legacy true,
Where futures are sculpted, both vibrant and new.
What of...A Pearl? 5-30-24
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Pearl
Born from irritation
Errant seed, like a pebble in a sandal,
Rubbing raw the soft heart in bruises
Lustrous armor built around crumbs of discontent -
A resume of overcoming ravished wounds
From a jagged invasion to round perfection.
A sly annoyance, nurtured,
Grows into heroic neon hues
Of black or white, cream, gold or pink
Inside darkness, in stillness’ mystery,
Deep within oceanic birthing swells
A metamorphosis in the hands of grace.
Through the stony crucibles’ selfless sacrifice
Layers of harmony built from an unreachable itch
Step out into tranquility, an opalescent retort,
From lesions to beauty cultured from injury
Flawless orbs revel in firstborn revelation
To decorate innocence reborn.
From The Coal Mine …
Liars …
early prophets
of impending doom
(The New Room: February, 2024)
The Moment Shared
We often forget
wrapped up
in our own drama
— that everyone feels the same
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Circle Game
The purpose of war
is peace
The guarantor of peace
— is war
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Crucibles
Moss
hides the message
Whose altar
ascends
In joy’s
adulation
The pilgrimage
— ends
(1st Book Of Prayers: February, 2024)
I Bequeath Thee …
Birthing a memory
o’er future and past
To carry my words
inside others to last
Birthing a memory
o’er time and space
To those still unborn
— my welcoming grace
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Four Steps
Incinerate
all kindling that burns
Articulate
the knowledge that yearns
Reciprocate
before it’s your turn
Elucidate
— each lesson hard earned
(The New Room: February, 2024)
True Fortune
Good health is loaned
— but never owned
(Deamsleep: February, 2024)
Write a Pantoum – 8-25-23
"With God all things are possible." Matt 19:23
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Blue Roses
Pure love leans down to kiss a newborn garden child,
From crucibles of eternal creativity,
Vision kissed with petals of grace for love’s Godchild
Rhapsodies of roses chant joy for blue nativity.
From crucibles of eternal creativity
Rare mystical moment translated into blue
Mythic rose wears reality’s festivity
Treasure, of the heart, shines in true pacific hues.
Rare mystical moment translated into blue
Love turns a snow white rose blue with gentle thunder
Magic moment when the impossible comes true
Only hands Heaven inspired could birth this wonder.
Love turns a snow white rose blue with gentle thunder
Mystery unfolds in petals of azure blooms
Quest for the absurd blessed – not split asunder
Sweet incense rises in revelation’s perfume.
Mystery unfolds in petals of azure blooms,
Spirit seeds jubilees of inspirations wild
Dream in prayer blessed – nurtured in God’s gracious womb -
Pure love leans down to kiss a newborn garden child.
harvest from the terrestrial
Mother Nature giving her best.
pastures green on the other side
Man's canal gift from Mother Earth
Get your thoughts in from books.
grinded, marshed in crucibles
seiving out the shaft, lest it chokes
wrapping into boluses, bit by bit
Light up the scenes in merry
sending shivers down the throat
popping out mystery mist
while wrapped round in cocoons
Glory, glory, celestials
levitating into the abode of enlightenment
seeing clear visions hidden in the fog
looking down on terrestrial beings as tiny ants
An epidural intake to calm the pain
until I'm lost in its mirage.
My status reading is "High."
I hate it although that's my side story.
The breaking of the chains
The knitting of myself on the ground
The subjection to the crucibles of questions:
Of what reason should my going be?
Oh my good home!
The love of my homeland
The love of my brothers and sisters
The friendship shared with people of my homeland
This becomes my response in the land of aliens.
Love felt and sustained
In my heart there is joy at the thought of my home
Moved with tears if denied to come home
In vain do I live outside the city happiness
A place of rest
The company of the abandoned.
Oh my good home.
When all around is torn by strife,
woes without end beset your life.
When peace is but a dismal dream
a wistful wish or so it seems.
How can the soul in such a state
find peace when trials fill its plate?
The words of saint Paul provide clues
to those who read when they feel blue.
Rejoice in God, do, never balk
when sadness and strife your soul stalk.
Let not storm clouds His will obscure
His ways are best, His purpose pure.
Remember that God’s words are true,
what he has promised he will do.
The storms of life can never foil
his perfect plan, nor make him toil.
Refuse to worry, never doubt,
nurture your faith and make it stout.
Life’s crucibles are meant to make
and purify you for his sake.
Resort to prayer when cares crest
like ocean waves upon your chest.
The soul who craves his Savior’s breast
will pass life’s tests, in Him find rest.
Oceans sustain
Sometimes in vein
Procreate life to remain
Oceans breed
Bleed indeed
Proliferate that decreed
Oceans mediate
The lowly reprobate
In tides which duplicate
Oceans fluctuate
Repeatedly replicate
What God doth advocate
Oceans hide
Places provide
Crucibles which collide
Oceans strive
Remain alive
Contrive, derive and survive
Oceans are
Therefore by far
Marvels a bizarre repertoire
Writing for tomorrow,
today is enhanced
Writing for tomorrow,
my mind and heart dance
Writing for tomorrow,
my place is affirmed
Writing for tomorrow,
my name is confirmed
Writing for tomorrow,
the future reeled in
Writing for tomorrow,
new moments begin
Writing for tomorrow,
old crucibles filled
Writing for tomorrow
—the present instilled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
A kinsman passed
Away last night
What sorrow and
Remorse we feel
It brings a tear
To know your
Not here
The poorer
We all are
A kinsman passed
My window
Last night
Her warmth and
Breath I felt
She flew on
To where
Crucibles don’t rumble
Our thoughts follow
In her draft
A kinsman passed
The gates
Last night
Into another verse
Joy and happiness
Are hers to behold
Forever she
Will last
A kinsman passed
Into his arms
Last night
How cruel it
All seems
To us
Writing for tomorrow,
today is enhanced
Writing for tomorrow,
my mind and heart dance
Writing for tomorrow,
my place is affirmed
Writing for tomorrow,
my name is confirmed
Writing for tomorrow
the future reeled in
Writing for tomorrow
new moments begin
Writing for tomorrow
old crucibles filled
Writing for tomorrow
—the present instilled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Judgement’s fine line runs betwixt Prudentia’s
Right and Left hands. In her right, the mirror
Offers serious reflection on life
Lessons learned in crucibles of choice --
Wisdom bridles rash reactive impulse.
But in her left is the serpent coil’d,
Hissing, intimidating, strike ready
With venom of conscience paralysis.
Counting the cost, thinking alternative
Courses to their conclusive end, is right.
What motivates me to action? Impulse
Of vengeance, or sure defense of the Truth?
But Fear of the Cost’s inconvenience is
Cowardice cloak for blind eyes turn’d away.
BLOOD OF BONDAGE.
Stiff was the blood of bondage
Across the highways of the mind.
Voyaging to the edge of universe
In explorations for hidden girth
The silent tangents explored
Where the universe still expands
To accommodate all the reveries.
Gathering ephemeral images in fold
Carrying wings of the cosmic form
Touching the butts of the metallic
For crucibles in the burning gold.
Traveling through the frozen tumult
Halting to make it a sheltered gain
Autumnal settings in new time zones
Dry salvages under some sultry pain.
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