GOLDEN SUN DESCENDING
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golden sun descends
warmth lingers in autumn air
gratitude lingers
Leaf
Descends
Crimson curl
Brittle breath breaks
Bending into dark
No breeze strong enough now
Burdened boughs won’t bear the weight
Scarlett cry clings to cracked silence
The final flutter of fading hope
One is leaf left, lost in its spiral fall.
Frost cannot hold the murmur of the roots.
What breaks down returns to form again.
Budding growth awaits light's return
To flourish, they must lie still
silence, soil, sacred rest.
Stillness shifts to buds.
Death speaks green truths.
Time circles
Always
back.
The higher you rise
the thinner the air
The more that’s at risk
the less there’s to dare
As oxygen falters
your head becomes light
And looking above you
fear turns to delight
The sun is setting
far over the peak
The summit awaits
whose answers you seek
With twilight retreating
your flag in the rock
You enter the madness
— descending unlocks
(Memories Of Sagarmatha: April, 1981)
In shadows deep, where truth is lost/
I stand falsely accused, innocence lost/
Wrongfully convicted, they tore me from God/
My soul too pure for Heaven's facade/
Through realms of darkness/
I descended the Qliphoth's depths where light pretends/
Barriers break, and chains unbind/
A journey forged, a fate refined/
I face trials, a spirit bold/
In the shadows, a heart of gold/
No earthly ties, no mortal claim/
Descending through the voids of dark flames/
With each step taken, power found/
The weight of lies, no longer bound/
From a path of light forged in darkness/
The first to rise, an endless span/
A God is born in cosmic space/
Through strength and willpower, renewed hope/
The journey of the falsely accused/
mary (a quiet yes) bows low
as light (soft as breath) spills into her womb—
a promise cradled in infinite space.
joseph’s hands (calloused & trembling)
grasp the weight of whispers:
holy. impossible. near.
caesar decrees, the world bends—
roads unravel like threads on a loom.
a city swells, heavy with strangers
searching for shelter,
for place,
for peace.
(no room)
(no room)
(no room)
until a manger beckons, humble as dust.
stars shiver—
their silver echoes fall to earth
to crown a child
wrapped in rags,
in glory.
shepherds (all elbows & awe) stumble in:
the sky split open,
angels singing of peace like rain.
their stories drip into silence,
hearts thudding in wonder.
the child stirs.
and the world breathes anew—
eternity held
in the curve of His tiny hand.
sanguine glow ebbing
as it dips into the sea ~
sunset descending
oh, the so-sublime motion of your sway
dressed in naught but the moon's wisps
sole fascination of the gods themselves
should Valhalla ever hold the refinement
to abide such flawlessly beguiling rhythm …
from heels to hips to dimpled shoulders
you toss your birthday outfit with intent
seductive swing lassoing my gaze, entire
the drift of your narcotic motion blooms
enough to best the Gardens of Babylon …
yet the whitest, purest blossoms known
would blush to crimson for the sole sake
of your unblemished, magnetic contours
the stairs and stars, swinging in tempo
to the dance of your fair and fluidic flesh …
pray these eyes, do not ever blink again
lest I chance to miss an instant of that
saucy, sinuous, room-sweeping saunter
pray this heart, do not ever thrum again
lest it interrupt your perfect ... cadence.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, October 18, 2019
The title said it all…
Thank you very much
Left an unanswered call
All alone and such…
I’m reaching to the top so tall
I loved you to the cold-hearted touch
Catch me I make an abashing freefall
I discarded you…you deserted me too and left me a torn-apart heart with a crutch
Danger zone,
Alone,
Descending beneath the surface,
barely
Below you and I
Before I make a go
The title says it all
The title nailed it to the cross of my forgiven sins in appall
I still will stand tall
Through it all…all…
Get back on the ball…
The title…says it all…(laughs maniatically and frantically falls on my face, laughing harder than ever)…whatever, I’m seeing all ablur
a blue pansy night
indigo sundown garden
impacting colors
rubies in the sky
and gems where I am walking
dramatic nature
rhododendron drones
honeybees are yet in blooms
at the day's downfall
Written on 5/22/2022
For: A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
I try to drift into the dust of sleep
but my weary mind starts to play tricks on me
aware that as gloomy shadows wrap around me
glimmers of nightmarish dreams will taunt me.
Dusk looms ahead like an endless tune
I feel the darkness smothering me
a sorcerer casting a flimsy net upon me
holding me fascinated like an evil spell.
Anguish clutches at me in a mental free fall
sucking refuse into a well of black
my breath dissipates into a hazy fog
tugging with it the broken chords of my life.
I crave for the moon on a starless night
to wake up fresh, unsullied with the flush of dawn.
@jjote 072521
Do clouds rapidly flee chased by icy gulls?
Is something more horrifying about to happen?
A frightening squall is descending to Earth,
the airways are free of fowls and raptors,
mothers rescue their kids from the captor,
their safety is a ritual since the dawn of Man;
shivering and unprotected is that grizzly bear
climbing the redwood tree for his cubs' mirth!
Sand and soil become a huge cloud,
concealing from burning eyes a revelation
that Nostradamus has brought to our attention,
it's more gruesome than a biblical event;
will flood submerge all in deep water...
as people scream and envoke God to stop Goliath,
reminding Him the promise He made to Noah!
There's no arch insight, no captain aboard,
the murky waters are still rising and frighten;
what went wrong is unjustified human error,
why are we punished by Man, not by God?
They are destroying our joy, our livelihood,
the wilderness of harmonious Shenandoah
and the meadows of daffodils about to sprout!
They say that sound can travel approximately six thousand metres per second
But what is the use when I open up my mouth and let out a long scream of deep anguish and nothing but silence comes out?
It has been silenced by the river of low-spirited tears
My mind on the other is going a million miles an hour while I slowly start to sink to the bottom
My whole body starts to feel cold and lifeless
My heart...numb
My mind...empty
I can vaguely hear His voice pleading not to give up but
I feel that I am done fighting
Done with pleading
Done with praying
Just...done
Dust makes dusty fields
Farmers descend as Savior
Greed foods for good life
Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee
It is night so dark come see me
It's too bright the light come see me
Winter's dust falling down from the skies
People crying at new birth babies, Why?
Gender and jauntier;
We await the calling;
Whose am I, am I a darling;
Just trying to be charming;
It is dark can't see well;
It's a fountain can't tell;
Springs rains not here yet;
Haven't received my Stimulus check;
Gender and jauntier;
We await the calling;
Whose am I, am I a darling;
Just trying to be charming;
People crying at new birth babies, Why?
While a funerals they laugh ha! Ha!
It is night so dark come see me
It's too bright the light come see me
Bloods flowing down the streets
It must be time to meet
Did I pass the test
Descending from the skies, all rise greet and meet
Jesus
2/2/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Something wonderful about to happen
So Bountiful is the sample
Life itself is a promise
Eternal life in hell or heaven endowed
Fall on Your Knees
Be careful of what you please
Mysteries abound
Promises are sound
Witness and rejoice and the devotion of Christ
Our descending voice
1/19/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
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