Bilocation – 2-11-24
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Bilocation
Love
Slips through labyrinths of tangled spirits
Complexities and conundrums of misdirection
Released by prophecy,
Like clairvoyant fingers of misty sunshine
in two planes
sharing one minute.
Love reaches beyond boundaries of fluttering flesh -
A bridge point of lyric pointillism
With the rhythmic respirations of one breath
Inhaled,
Exhaled,
In poetic unison.
Love exists
Beyond mortality of bone and sinew,
Not begging for crumbs
At the prophesied banquet
The festival
That rains clear jubilees
On every exuberant heart
Reveling in its ecumenical caress
Wrapping cells, bound in time,
With never aging,
Time released,
Pulsing plasmas.
Love dissolves membranes
In transdermal hands of blessing
Showering polka dots of zest
On the skin of souls
Transfusing showers of tenderness,
Ardor
And affection
Into ever borning present – never past –
Seeds
Planted like ephemeral timeless sunlight
Without minutes
Or astral lines
Love
Leaves permanent footprints
All at once
And
Everywhere.
CHRISTMAS CELEBRATION
C- Carol
H- Happy
R- Rhapsody
I -Inspirational
S - Sermon
T - Tranquil
M - Merry
A - Amenity
S - Santa
C - Candle
E - Ecumenical
L - Litany
E - Ecstatic
B - Bells
R - Rapturous
A - Awesome
T - Tree
I - International
O - Occasion
N - Notable.
12/06/22
Christmas
Third Place
Contest by Bobby May
***
What lies in this?
Are my ears betraying me? My eyes?
Is time betraying me that I have lived?
Crazy creation,
So noble while not young in vain,
At times, shouts the right words
In an ecumenical uproar.
For whom? For the self?
I would like to make the cut where you are,
Look into the insane eyes,
Not move a bit where others are raving,
And holding my awe, self-annihilate.
I found in myself substructures of understanding and they see more than my eyes, they predict a future under the shade of trees in the huge patio behind the house, the light coming from the sunny roof of the world, gills of few fish quivering in the pond of tiles, chairs and sitting on them the dead of my life that talk and disappear replaced by the dead that we will be, the fish bubble up confidences about everyone, the wall is uneven because the roots of the plane trees have lifted part of the ground, I feel ecumenical this moment but my hands burned making the coffee, you in the dream help me politely with damp cloths, transparently cross the empty rooms of the rest of humanity swept by the moving air, the dust circulates through the children who mature, I see very well through the periscope of this oneiric nautilus, I see that the coast is being bombed, the fragments of the offices are paper sentences and each one of them condemns us, days that will still come, because March never comes for a February so expanded by the memories.
An ecumenical crown
Illuminating the night sky,
A celestial carousel
Cosmic stars, travel with Greek heros.
For: A Poem Crafted in the Various Lind30 Poetry Contest
Created by Robert Lindley
Form Used: Lind30SU
Syllable count 7/7/7/9 ~checked on Poetry Soup Syllable Counter
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Date: January 30, 2022
~ I am a Conservative
Here is who I am
and what I stand for ~
C onserving what is worth preserving
O pen to changing what's not working
N ot willing to throw out the baby with the bathwater
S teadfast when those around me are scurrying
E nabling my children and relatives to succeed
R eligious in the ecumenical sense of the word
V itally interested in my community's welfare
A larmed by the rise in incivility in public discourse
T ender-hearted and giving to the stranger, the widow, the orphan
I nterested in politics, but not obsessed with it
V oracious reader of classical fiction and non-fiction
E nduring privation graciously, with faith and trust in God
In their eyes a disingenuous dream, pertinacious pestilence in their stream,
Solitudes sanctioned in their scheme, sacrificial surrenders in their scream…
Hearts contused crippled and crushed, of their voices hindered and hushed,
Landscapes forgotten and flushed, bruised, and battled for death has brushed.
In their world, a cataclysmic crumble, as they rejoice in a homeless humble,
All surrounds their squashing stumble, traumatized in a tenebrous tumble…
Hunger a friend through the night, an empty shell awakes the morning light,
Ecumenical echoes that do excite, as pious pretenders plague their plight.
Subdued souls within a shameful storm, trampled tears of their nomad norm,
Against their will, they must conform, white gloves command in a sinful swarm…
Vanishing views in their mist overpowered and oppressed in a tangled twist,
Will their love ever be missed, for we are all God’s children upon His midst.
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June.16.2020
CRUSHED
Sponsored by~ Anthony Biaanco
N/A for contest
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In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above, sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes
and inspire forthcoming musings of the mind ***
Traverse with me oh blessed soul into a world of silence
together we can breach the Universal laws of order
and wrap our dreams with silver bows of mercy and love.....
Ensembles of beauty will ignite and claim our hearts
as we become students of the inner light ;
Place the spotlight onto heaven with ecumenical delight
recall the stars ablation as they blink and disappear
for sake of morns relinquish,she yields to sacred night;
Go ahead resign your tribulations and comply dear Mystic,
sing your cacophonic songs as miracles abound
beneath His tribal skies, new contracts await you,
so now that you know, go set the world on fire
with your afterglow and gait.
Nov. 16, 2019
make someone happy
and you will be happy, too
sweet and to the point
Song: Make Someone Happy(1964)
Singer: Jimmy Durante
A very short romantic song, less than 2 minutes long, but it really spreads a touching, ecumenical message. I wish I played it at my wedding, actually.
Sing Me A Senryu Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
Date written and submitted: 09/08/2019
The universe relentlessly expands in vicious circles, of which I move around in
Infinite regression is the mark I toe, that leads me to ecumenical emancipation
I collect neural correlates of consciousness from the stars in an unkempt sky
Pollinating nuclear fusions with my angular momentum, if that makes any sense
I commence to dispense immense nonsense in sequence with no consequence
Out of the darkness it has come to light that we are all crepuscular tortoises
Traversing the shell of a much larger terrapin, as one would walk on the ground
Realizing the cosmos is no less than turtles stacked on turtles all the way down
Date: 6/29/19
Contest: The Universe Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Demonically Dispossessed
...man has the ability to express great love,
and dispense great evil...
The legions of darkness descend as they beastly bewilder and offend
The serpents of Babylon attend as their ecumenical evil does extend
In a pandemonium plunge with pernicious pains and succulent sponge
With tenacious tongues they lunge and fast fade away as they expunge
~~~
In their fallacious faculties fermenting feces frolicking the wasteland
Demonic disciples preach profanities before the sanguineous sand
As they efficiently eviscerate exigently under their hellion command
For they are curious to castrate the condemned as their cries demand
~~~
Within their taunting tantalize as hearts bleed amidst the scarlet skies
Their goal the soul to compromise and for love to cripple and capsize
In a vortex venomous vile blasphemous broods of a damnation defile
For we must battle the bile as warriors of light with a sagacious smile.
Music by Slipknot-'The devil in I'
June.28.2018
Eight word challenge-7
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Placed 2'nd
Swithun Wells
In his house Eucharist was celebrated,
that was his crime,
so he with others was hanged
in front of his house.
The queen or king were judges
of men’s consciences.
The past was cruel,
but man should just be free.
His persecutors believed in the same Christ,
only more local, not the global one.
As puppet church done by the king,
who claimed to be defender of the faith.
Saint Swithun for us pray,
let ecumenical movement grow.
Reunify us with Church
and help us reconcile all the wrongs.
The Unwritten Dogma
Institutions and their doctrines fall to the spiritual reality. Not in Emergence--in affirmation of a bigoted tradition of God and man.
How can an individual Catholic be redeemed; when God has condemned that spiritual kingdom collectively?
Calling back the supposed lapsed Catholic; as if disconnected to the corporate bond. And the recovering Catholic; as if they did not know.
Separation: the result of sin;
i hear Vatican 2's ecumenical call for unity
to the separated brethren.
Love this world Lord,
empower the world's Lord;
until your light is seen
as darkness.
Brethren of the world
give me carnal loves
Lord.
God of Aquinas
you are inclusive;
God of Aquinas
you are equality.
In spiritual unity
they go
to hell.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
To excel as a human being, the lives of others, one should first consider!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 April 2016
*The leaders of the eastern and western churches were on Lesbos, Greece, yesterday for to show solidarity with asylum seekers.
The pope was joined by the ecumenical patriarch of the Eastern Orthodox Church Bartholomew I and Archbishop of Athens Ieronymos II.
The religious leaders visited migrants in the camp, Moria. The Pope thanked the Greek people for having welcomed more than a million migrants last year, in spite the economic hardships the Greeks face. Migrants held signs saying "We are Humans"
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Who Are Whiskey Palians Not Sarah Palins
In my whole life, many things have occurred
Be rest assured Episcopal Church is preferred
Believe in mediocrity not getting too deep
And in service some people even fall asleep.
About them don't want to be over-cynical
What they believe in is called ecumenical
Priests support church down to last shingle
Considering it to be united and also single.
Moderation is alive as well as their keynote
In how they think and which way they vote
This is why their church grew and grew
Whiskey was allowed and can drink a few.
Differences in people should not be stressed
This is why by God they all have been blessed
And when own egos they are impressed by
Church ceases to exist and then does die.
What I really meant and continue to mention
God is always center of church's attention
In His Son Jesus we have found a friend
Knowing our church will not come to an end.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
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