A POND’S-EYE MORNING VIEW
Right of the center
of the cosmic stage,
the rising sun disrobes
its horizon and announces
the arrival of another bright day.
Wading towards a pond,
a family of cute ducks,
Stretch and wiggle
their yawning wings.
The chloroplast bodies
of fueling algae around the pond,
capture the shining rays of the sun;
energizing the multi-life community:-
In the pond’s park of lily pads
and varied shapes of rocks,
aroused young frogs hopscotch
from one landing to another
Barking and running the pond’s banks,
a swaggering beagle chases a thirsty squirrel
back up the trunk of its tall sage resident-tree:-
Up on the street atop the pond’s hill,
car horns blast as rushing drivers
pass by—chatting on cell phones—
using front windshield mirrors,
getting their faces ready for the day:-
Thus, our morning view,
as my dog and I continue
our ramble around the pond :-
RICH in color
OUTSTANDING in beauty
SIGHT FOR SORE EYES
EYECATCHING and pleasing
MAKES my day
AND is refreshing to my attitude
KIND and embracing to my soul and
Energizing to the tired and weary
Refreshing like shade on a sunny day
TO MY WILLED EBONY WORD FLOWERS
Tolling bells are ringing,
And mission purpose
Grows to its physical end:
Spiritual nourishment willed:-
Those who sow
Wisdom’s navigation
Will pass on and die,
But their Epistles
Will remain sermonic lessons
To be learned and actualized:-
While their white,
Lettered paper, may yellow,
The inking will remain black;
Teaching those holy lessons:
Washing needed feet, surpasses
Bloody hand washings:-
Though death is inevitable,
Likewise, is the suppressed word
And the revelation of its enlightenment:
And though it may flow slowly,
It flows to the mind's deepest depth,
And its ascension of mind is limitless:-
May the coming tears for me,
Forever hydrate the word flowers
Who seeds I’ve sown and left behind:
That they and my spirit may bear fruits
With energizing juices, nourishing liberation.
We can’t set our internal clocks;
They manage their own ticking
And though it seems a paradox,
They can’t be changed by tricking.
For if you are an early bird,
Your body will awaken
At hours some will find absurd,
The dreamer’s world forsaken.
Yet you will revel in the dawn,
Its quiet like a buffer,
While later wake-up times will spawn
A mindset that will suffer.
For those who let the morning pass,
Reluctantly arising,
That extra sleep provides the gas
They need for energizing.
A rooster’s crow will surely jolt
Their deep and dreamy slumber
And mind and body will revolt
At daybreak’s early number.
Internal clocks are set at birth –
We have one or the other,
But my advice, for what it’s worth –
Don’t blame your dad or mother.
When one thinks of the most powerful,
Atomic weapons come to mind; reasonable also
to consider the dynamics of volcanoes -- molten
soupy interior of the earth; how the planet
compresses and churns, convulsively until surface's
cataclysmic redesign. Which leads me to our parent sun,
so massive a cosmic generator -- it is difficult
for the awestruck mind to contemplate such great,
energizing potential...that thought finally leads back to what has really
mattered most in my life...what has had the most dramatic impact:
a most disturbing force while miraculously
healing...purest affections personified
while utter despairs optimized~ glorious rockets of
triumphant flares! My desperate failures. Therefore, little
need for continuing such a convoluted quest, when Love, above all else,
clearly~ is creation's very worst and best.
Stirring the morning, energizing
Awakening the spirit to inspire
Washing away darkest shadows
Delicate, feathery, wispy
Tasting of a lingering prayer
Bittersweet, with gestures of grace
Softly trimmed echoes
Warmth, in silent letters
Outlined by gentling reflections
Joy calling to my spirit
A remedy for lonely songs
Breathed by grateful hearts
Wanting a person to get up and be moving
Bed chase
Wasn’t a race
The person needed a push as a head start
It’s was time for rigorous exercise
Time for the morning run
The person dragged for so long
The bed chased the person at the door and down the block
The bed wanted the person to jog
Get the blood flowing and energizing
The bed was in charge
Being large feeling large
No more being lazy
Get up and exercise
That is what the bed was trying to emphasize.
SHARING GOD’S SHARED POURED WORDS
For me,
Penning poetic words,
Is a desired labor of love;
Sharing life’s awareness
Of the guided wisdom
Poured out of God’s cistern
To wave and froth inspiration;
And the beauty
Of it all
Is that God’s cistern
Is eternally overflowed
With such frothing words;
Energizing
Thirsty searching souls
And strengthening
Our tested spirits
With His peace
Love and healing grace;
And I pray
My poetic well
Will continue
To be flooded
With buckets
Of hydrating words;
And when God
Retires me
I pray
My keloid
Clanging echoes
Will continue
To quench
Inspirational thirst:-
Renewal~
seasons and
morning are the
repetitions which
suggest that hope
should be in the air~
stories writ in what
appears may be favored
over lurking stories
which darkness may claim~
joy may be energizing
all stories as stories~~
TO BASKING ON THE SHORES OF MY POETIC SEABED
Lying here on the shores of the seabed of poetic creation,
May this flow of waving words stream joy, worthiness, and
Inspiration to the thirsty eyes they froth upon; hydrating them,
And energizing sad, weary souls with peace, love, and hope.
May such allegorical words overflow into waiting cups,
To later be sipped by a deciphered understanding of minds
Hungry for awareness, truth, and guidance towards liberation:-
Indeed, may God pour out of my poetic cistern, his divine wisdom.
And for these frothing waves of words of peace and love,
I would be in dehydrating remission if I did not give praise
And thanks to my fellow blessed scribes who likewise
Continue to water my poetic seabed with nourishing grace:-
Those we love don't go away
They walk beside us every day
They assure us telling- “Fear not,
We’ll abide with you and never desert”
They may not gift us with incense, myrrh or gold
But their loving assurance makes us bold
In darkness, they burn like a guiding beacon,
In loneliness, a sweet presence never letting us weaken.
When broken, I look up to my Dad and Mom
Their prayers from above make me calm.
I am sure, their love won’t part from me.
Their blessings make me swim across the turbulent sea.
Rich, I am with a treasure that never ends—
Nothing beats the love that comes from true friends.
Like the early rays of morn, they fill me with joy
Like the dulcet notes of a flute, they make me enjoy.
Our friends, a chosen crew who walk with us along life’s shore.
Their love, a strong thread, saving grace and an open door.
Their presence, a lingering scent, a life sustaining breath.
They stay on, activating and energizing us till our death.
PREGNANT MEMORIES
The love we shortly shared,
Was as the sunlight of life,
Fueling and energizing souls
With unimaginable pleasure:-
We met, touched, and loved,
In that moment, we were one.
But as time faded, we melted,
Flowing away from each other:-
Now, in the quiet of night,
In the castle of my heart,
And in the temple of my mind,
Thoughts penetrate the distance:-
Indeed, each time you grace my thoughts,
My heart dances to flowing rhythmic melodies,
Caressing my soul and fertilizing my spirit,
Serenading time with love's pregnant memories:-
IN PRAISE OF DIVINE LIBERATION
I once wallowed in apathy,
I once had bad feelings
Of being unworthy;
Struggling with failure:-
In anger, I once felt
God had abandoned me,
Until a keloid memory
Of a childhood lesson
In gracious spirituality,
Massaged my aching soul;
And with amazing divine
Wisdom and guidance,
I became blessed
With the healing awareness
That lesson had taught:-
In renewed soul searching prayer,
I sought action to replace apathy,
And labors of love were revealed;
I beggingly asked God for help
in arriving at belief self worthiness,
And it was profoundly given to me;
I knocked on the door of determination,
And opening widely, it ushered out failure,
Graciously ushered in faithful persistence:-
Indeed, with forgiveness and supreme love,
God has never ever abandoned me; rather,
It has always been me abandoning Him!
Yet, with His forgiveness and supreme love,
God has now eternalized me with living faith;
Energizing me in being an instrument of His love
And a reflector of graciousness in labors of His love:
To god be the glory for forgiveness and divine liberation!
Mountain climb
Visualize
Look out
Observation
Explore
Word Start
Write down
Continue to Marvel
Perhaps write a Novel
Energizing climb
Full of Inspiration
Idea Thought
Words defining the concept
Determined and Fulfilling
Hiking trail embracing understanding
Hiking, Involvement, Movement and excelling Poet
For me,
Penning poetic words,
Is a desired labor of love;
Sharing life’s awareness
Of the guided wisdom
Poured out of God’s cistern
To wave and froth inspiration;
And the beauty
Of it all
Is that God’s cistern
Is eternally overflowed
With such frothing words;
Energizing
Thirsty searching souls
And strengthening
Our tested spirits
With His peace
Love and healing grace;
And I pray
My poetic well
Will continue
To be flooded
With buckets
Of hydrating words;
And when God
Retires me
I pray
My keloid
Clanging echoes
Will continue
To quench
Inspirational thirst:-
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