There is a place beyond the night
Where vision does not pierce,
Where lies the look of muddlement
That shackles without force.
I’ve spent some time in looking
For a blur I will not see,
Yet lingers on the morning’s dawn -
There veiled by glimmered sea.
Will I see the fog encroaching,
Or feel it in my bones?
Will I know enough to seek myself,
In turning over stones?
I’m most afraid of losing touch
With purpose and its bliss.
Will it matter, having shared ahead,
In telling who wrote this?
Categories:
encroaching, future, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Old world monkeys, the macaques, they are glad to be alive
Once upon a time they would have lived to be twenty-five
Unfortunately, there are only a thousand left today.
They eat fruits, seeds and nuts, and they are never in the way.
But the trees are being cut down in big bunches, falling on the lawn.
Their shelter is disappearing, habitats are few for the trees are gone.
Humans encroach, building houses where macaques used to be.
They used to live to be twenty to thirty, now they’re lucky to turn three.
Categories:
encroaching, animal,
Form: Rhyme
The BELLS * * *
Resonating
Along that weaving of our days
Past the encroaching darkness
And its wishes to spoil, to wilt
Whatever good it touches; and
How it recedes
With the ringing of the bells
Of Faith: music declaring
Our most Holy Lord’s power;
Calling out his children, loyal
In the fight for Good.
The bells call God’s warriors
To prayer, in the tapestries
Of our days; to raise devotions
To his omnipotent glory; and to
Praise the name of Jesus Christ,
Son and savior, creator of light.
Bells, to sound out his dominion,
In majestic ringing; to gather
His church, to hear our calling
In our gifted souls; to ever choose
Paths in obedience to his purpose,
Not our own desiring wants.
For we are created to edify and
Enhance. Each of us, according to
Our endowed talents, is —
By the weaving of our choices —
Here to color in some mark
Of beauty
Into the tapestry of our being
With God...God Alone...
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(c) sally young Eslinger 5/23/21
Thanks be to God
Categories:
encroaching, christian, dedication, destiny, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
Mountain Gorillas are listed as, endangered
They are found in the Republic of Congo, Uganda and Rwanda
and their habitat is, high forest mountains, to 13,000 feet of elevations
surviving with thick fur, as temperatures can drop below freezing
Unfortunately, they can die from catching, a human disease
because humans are encroaching, and are pushing them to freeze
as they have to leave their home, to go high up into the mountains
because the human greed of charcoal, is destroying their great domains
Categories:
encroaching, animal, beautiful, earth, education,
Form: Rhyme
Throughout the land, in every home,
Thanksgiving is approaching
But this time other issues
Sadly seem to be encroaching.
To those outside the bubble
There’ll be faces framed on Zoom
And all will then pretend
That they’re together in the room.
Some gatherings will be outdoors
With heaters put together
To stave off what is typical
For late November weather.
Unfortunately, many
Will now celebrate alone,
For some, the only solitary
T-Day they have known.
It’s really just another day -
If that’s the way we view it
Then somehow we can take a breath
And manage to get through it.
Categories:
encroaching, thanksgiving,
Form: Rhyme
Wisteria winding along its trunk,
weaving a way to the sun —
squinting with anticipation.
The tree wrapped tight —
squeezed with a wisteria boa.
His only escape is to embrace the sun.
Onlookers comment at the beauty of
his arthritic knuckles and knotty trunk.
The ancient tree barely breathes,
as gathering kith and kin think him wise,
before he turns to dust.
9/24/2019
Categories:
encroaching, age, imagery, tree,
Form: Personification
I feel
the encroaching
necrosis settling in,
as the shadows finger their way
toward the growing twilight, etching my mind,
endless scratching with no escape!
It’s closing in on me,
this demon heart
I feel!
10/31/2017
Categories:
encroaching, dark,
Form: Rictameter
latched to hope
she patiently waits
for his love and warmth…
chilly night
approaches
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© Paul Callus ~ 4th February 2017
Categories:
encroaching, hope,
Form: Tanka
Sea of blue drifts to a balmier port of call
Last satiating beams from soaring canopy sprawl
From distant, seamless divide swarthy portents fall
Nearer, a blood orange ridge ballasts spiralling ball
A mercurial prism swaggers on horizon as flittering shades draw
Satin clouds now tinged with streaks of gray into the porous rotunda withdraw
Twilight's encroaching shadows the availing light doth pall
As dusk's ashen shroud spreads its bleary shawl
Gilded eagles through the vapid recess trawl
Slowly Night's inky jets across the airy expanse do scrawl
As Sailor's moon from the darken undertow doth crawl
Anon, twinkling sprites appear each prancing freely in designated stall
A galaxy of flood lights dancing blithely in sable hall
Categories:
encroaching, nature
Form: Rhyme