It springs like rain on mown grass
Winds murmur over quiet pines
No hoofbeats of horseman lost
No limpid water from deep springs
oasis lift from arid sand.
Barbarian rides past towers without watchman
Deep thunder in mountain thrown up
Footprints of the darkness
stone like starkness
Harrowing & unhalting.
Grand inquisitor, earth's jailhouser
coverned deep and iron ringed
submerged in auto-cage of steal
Far from end and near to nowhere
lifting our heads to the light of God:
Spare my family and friends, thou great
keeper of souls
In its direness and darkness
footprints of light, our bodies taken,
our self retaken,
wastelands of ruins heaped with ash
mea culpa, mea culpa
Categories:
direness, angst,
Form: Imagism
From a different point of view by seeing from a different angle
Perhaps seeing something new that before you could not tell
In really becoming a mirror with a new look but from within
But at least something more that shows the treachery of sin
The direness of the situation because of eternal consequence
The immensity of His Creation which you could never sense
His Great Total Love for YOU, sending His only Son for You
But with the conclusion you drew unable to see that it's true
Of smallest to the biggest things satan deceives the masses
All the temptation he brings how so many must need glasses
For if you only truly knew and weren't so caught in his snare
You'd have much more of a clue for you would certainly care
And yet to this day you don't while many others see it clear
Many of those also won't as Friends that is my greatest fear
I worry much about all of those who never even took a look
In taking the life they choose they go read every other book
Revelation 14:7
Saying with a loud voice, Fear God, and give glory to him;
for the hour of his judgment is come:
and worship him that made heaven, and earth,
and the sea, and the fountains of waters.
Categories:
direness, bible,
Form: Rhyme
Editing is the slice of life of poets who need commas and periods in works that go inane absurd like Cummings and poets who believe editing and not editing are of the same branch of a treeless tree drifting in the wind
Direness
Tiredness
Willingness
Words words words that triangulate the universe and cause hot soup to become cold soup that then converts itself into alphabet soup creating words words words poetic and otherwise
Life life life full of words and yet pictures and images are needed to freshen up letters that form into words and phrases and sentences and paragraphs etc etc etc
Categories:
direness, absence, allusion, anger, angst,
Form: Free verse
A Busy City Street
Every day I walk along a busy city street.
every day I meet largeness of an elephant
and smallness of an atom
in the busy city street,
though I've never met an elephant
or an atom
in my busy city street.
I sometimes notice greatness of Buddha
and littleness of jealousy,
though I've never noticed Buddha
or Jealousy
in my busy city street.
I often think about the emptiness of my mind
and the fullness of my soul
in the busy city street,
though I don't know anything
about my mind or soul
in the busy city street.
Every day I walk along my busy city street
where somebody sees my direness
and others see my pleasantness,
though nobody has seen me.
Categories:
direness, loneliness, philosophy,
Form: I do not know?