STILLBORN
So like a tree
Inside a storm
Weeps her leaves
To save herself
So too you weep
A womb, your keep
Lonliness
You are inborn
Your tangled hair
In tortoise shell
Combs that hold
The shadows there
A heart in need
Allegro beat
A blackened well
Once wishes fell
With furrowed brow
The winds that howl
Beyond the walls
Are muffled now
The barren lea
But she is free
To fast and feast
The carnival
Inside the gloam
So one forlorn
A eulogy
For one, stillborn
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Gloam - The time of day immediately following sunset.
One winter I stood at the base of a very old, very tall tree. Her trunk of bark with it's deep groves and ridges reminded me of a well travelled road to a horizon where the branches canopied chaotic to infinite possible futures never chosen.
I used to think I carried too much
I realize now I was the one being carried
I disguised pride as humble undertaking
My faith was weak because it was in me
Today I cried out in tears of joy so fierce it felt angry
That joy was merely the floodgates of recognition
To finally realize all life's blessings carried to me
Like a bread line wrapped around corners of buildings
I have been carried all my life by God
My armor feels made of second chances
My faith has finally toughened despite years of boasting about it
I'm quieter now — this faith is strong but quiet
It sits in my bones behind my new gray hairs
I shall rest now, thanks to faith's many gifts: resilience.
Anticipation
Promise made prior
No more worries
Shredding tears no more
Painless vibes
Rejoice being delivered
Actual guarantee
Far Beyond Earth
Naked human eyes can’t see
Ridges of my heart
Blessing deep down in my soul
Cries making it all possible
Meeting Christ face to face
Created me from beginning in his trace
His image and my perfection
Feeling of belonging
Preparation from birth
The day, hour and moment
Journey to everlasting
Home away from home
Heaven’s shelter
Peaceful and caring roam
My home sweet home.
In a time before the Eukaryote cell
Simple cells floated, and all was well
A garden of Eden in blissful flotation
Then innocence lost, onset of predation.
Big Bacteria attacked the small who were closest
Protists engulfed prey with phagocytosis.
Then plants arose, and to eat them, herbivores
Those herbivores got as big as a Brachiosaur.
Dinosaurs became birds by evolution
Hawks and Eagles were nature's solution.
They ate small mammals, natural balance.
No garden of Eden for a squirrel in the talons.
Herbivorous wombats became Marsupial lions.
A wolf marsupial evolved, such weirdness in science:
Looked just like one, evolved in same way
We think that in packs it ran down its prey.
Why can't nature leave its offspring alone?
Why endless fear, a danger zone?
Why must the predator evolve from the prey?
Can't we all get along, before judgement day?
In predation at least, there's no ill will
Some predator is hungry, wants to eat his fill
Intraspecies is where most evil arises
Home Sapiens specifically give us surprises.
Look at the nastiness once out of the garden
Nature should beg us for pardon.
TO GRACEFULLY MOVING ONWARD
In doing God’s work,
Time did not stop; it was us:
Stalled and trapped in sin:-
May God have mercy on us
For that Satanic rest stop:-
A vampire looked around
To see how many victims
He could find, he saw
Two necks pulsing fast
So, he planned to jump their ass
Ha, he laid-in-wait for
His delicious date
So, as they walked out the door
He quickly slammed them to the floor
The two began to change
Into something that looked real strange
The poor vampire tried to flee
Not knowing that he was the key
To setting those creatures free
IN JOURNEYING TO RECOVERY
In your journey,
Remember how far you’ve come;
It is important:-
The distance you have covered,
Makes your destination less.
Always remember,
Journeying in faith in God’s grace,
There are no roadblocks:
Healing Grace conquers them all;
Reaching destiny ensured.
Sowing seeds of faith,
Always reap successful fruits
Of nourishing grace:
So live in gardening faith;
God’s rod and staff plowing you.
Recovering all,
Remember this seedy thought:
“We reap what we sow.”
Praise God in all thanksgiving
For faithful cultivation.
And when recovered,
Be in God’s labors of love;
Helping others sow:
Plowing and faithful reaping,
God’s fruits of recovery:-
When the fire dies
do embers still burn
When the flower wilts
will the fragrance linger
When the game ends
do the players relive it
When food is tossed
will beggars eat it
Restrained by my own hand,
I stagnate, going grey.
Through fingers, like sand,
Time slips away.
What could have been,
Never happened.
Now there is nothing,
I am alone.
Do you know who I am?
We see each other daily
Your face looking at me
Often wonder what do you see in my reflection?
Do you see only my outer and my inner?
Hope, Fulfill and Determined seems to come out
Being Accomplished, Established and Committed assured
Successful runs through your heart
More than a reflection
Seeing the creation
Up front introduction
Revealing spirit
Open discussion
Own presentation
Mirror Mirror that knows all
You told me and didn’t stall
Mirror Mirror, thank you after all.
The unemployed prophet
By: Dustin Branum
Please don't take his name in vain
for it is I the one to blame
It is I that disgraced his holy name
I and I alone shall bear the pain
of his wrath and the devils flame
This knowledge is the curse that possesses me
Unable to fulfill my Destiny
I've lost my heart, my soul, my reason to be
Cause by hate, fear and uncertainty
And for the ones that loved me it isn't fair
How can they trust when sanity isn't there
My mind and soul in disrepair
And I think it's my fault that no one cares
Revenge is a suggestion but do I dare
The anger and hatred I shouldn't share
Violently shaking my fists in the air
Crying to God but he isn't there
My demons are starting to laugh at me
I curse his name in blasphemy
I cannot fulfill what you ask of me
Maybe it never was my Destiny
Maybe you should find somebody else to do your dirty work
They still want us to suffer as if we have left
The residue at the bottom
Maybe doubting we finished that cup yet
The drink wasn’t supposed to taste awesome
They keep treating us rather sternly
Even though we are still miles apart
Maybe happier than it was meant to be
Taking suffering as the high art
Of those who remember better than us
The garden with apple tree
But living each day as if it were our last
We’ve done all the drinks, haven’t we?
I've been over the rainbow
and danced with eagles
when the storms below raged
where i walked in forbidden dreams
placed teasing kisses upon stars
where others have left their wishes
have denied life its trivialities
defied its insurmountable
capitulated to the trailing winds
upon sails unfurled
and sought no harbor
while yearning for distant shores
preferring at times moonless nights
lest they deny me calling constellations
while others witnessed madness
i bathed in the love of God
Oregon 9/19/26
We live and love, then pass away.
Memories of us linger on
inside the hearts of those who stay.
We live and love, then pass away.
We leave behind our DNA
and to our heirs – a brand new dawn.
We live and love, then pass away.
Memories of us linger on
It was a late August summer day, very hot
We went for a hike, wandered and lost our way
We often wonder why we got lost and forgot
It was almost a night that we didn’t want to stay
We walked for hours in the woods before nightfall
If we were still lost that night, we had no plans
We then heard a bark and saw him, robust and tall
A lab with a blue- collar came over and licked our hands
He barked and ran back and forth in front of us
We decided to follow him, maybe he knew the trail
We ended up at the ranger’s station and finally home
We found our compass that day, better than a phone
He was part of the search and rescue ranger crew
He was our rescue angel and named compass too
Poetry Wheel Challenge:
Theme: Journey
Emotion: Wonder
Color: Blue
Season: Late Summer
Form: Sonnet
Object: Compass
Verb: Wander
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