This piece was inspired by a plaque from a friend.
Written and posted 072626, 618AM CT
This Sunday morning, I was inspired to write this
piece relative to a friend named Randy and a
plaque he created and gifted to my wife.
Along the wall of our kitchen sink, just behind the
faucet, sits a wooden plaque. A beautiful flower
branch has been painted across the width of the
wooden board with but two words on the plaque.
In bold and artistic red letters are the words,
'Barbara's Kitchen'.
This plaque, because of its placement in the kitchen,
has engendered prayers for Randy that otherwise
would not have been prayed.
Each time I stand at the kitchen sink doing dishes,
I see the plaque. There have been countless times
that I have uttered prayers for Randy simply because
the plaque is there.
May God's bountiful blessings be continually poured
out on our dear brother Randy.
There is a hyphen waiting for my end,
To close that form engendered by my birth;
That year that shall its long imbalance mend,
And mark the measure of a life on Earth.
One may take pity for that broken bar,
Well-grounded left, but rightward hanging bare;
An absent fact a symmetry doth mar;
But it has patience, time shall make it fair.
O, such a little thing it is to see!
Two numbers with a hyphen are too dull;
But think, before you pass, that there go we,
And once, within that hyphen, dwelt a soul.
The nadir of insanity, is engendered by a
controlling
Humanity, who on impulses of awareness
of mortality in all fairness.) Does
Propulse their very thinking.? And with efforts always plinking.' Whilst in despair and never blinking, dazelled by much lighting, and daubed in cosmetics..Its all rather frightening, and might well effect actions of health and thought connection.' Always dealing and extruding confidence
As precluding any workable continuam there is great proclivity, to? To? I'll term it
' turbo-binning ' as the waste of all their intense-ity.. biights earth and heaven with monstrosity's there is no
end to in truth; just 'oddity's' A 1970s car i'm told fired away.? I
Fail to see there beauty.. Rather insecurity its somewhat sad.. I sense, just some thoughts today.' As lost in denial.' Of reality (and certain files?) Not to mention trials.. They tinker with vials..Containing whatever.? Will make them. Younger;
ever clever clever.? To me its real alien, and why direction is failing.'
Its a loop despair ' and deep fear it seems that that drives them to eventually no-where.'
Ex-KGB prime minister then president
twice.? Entered into Minsk accords..
Watched many countries from
The old Warsaw pact shorn.'
Did allow a con-vid response.' Yet no
coercion or shaming, no fear ensconced
Not as i could have expected, it to be.?
Then in early twenty, twenty two, put a
Military force into Ukrainian sectors
All pro-Russian i'd say; thats quite true.'
Banned transgender and same sex
coupling, he gets disparaged..He appears viewed
From outside, a determined leader.' Internally
I undamaged' What
Effects will be engendered, how long will
He linger.? Will he deter
another world war? Almost by default.? Whats waiting in
Store? I remember the old cold war.' Claim and
Counter.? I'd rather that, than continents
burst asunder.? I view the scenes and hope
Some sense.? Could things cool down.? I
Forget recompence..And for what.? I plead
No war..Neither big nor small. They are counter productive chores."
I feel for the abused Chinese Korean Japanese..'
In twenty twenty, the vision was skewed altered
By some loaded news' as the bbc and itv and sky
Did the bidding, from on high.' They reported of much?
Mainly fear and death and as such.' they whipped into a frenzy
Did not comport sensibly, rather ran stories on a spitting
Causing a killing ' that claim though un-proven' fed through
The people like leven; most poision-ed.' So fellow humans
Suffered, against them curses were uttered.' Then violence
Unseemly unleashed.' Such a shame there was seen.'
I ask why such was the theme.? I hope much better is
Engendered, And should these media outlets be held?
Sequesterd.? There should be a redress.! I'm proposing
To combat false information, that should not be the least.'
Instead on truth may we feast.)
For He ministers, and will here govern precious?
(Yeshua) most welcome' He alone is the best!!
Why in his presence, did her soft heart, always like sweet
cotton candy melt?
Orchestral songs engendered the tenderest feelings, to her
heart, so aquamarine velvet.
Such starlit, subtle, shameless, suggestive glances!
An antennae in every way was she, inviting kaleidoscopic,
tsunamic romances.
On the fog cradled ship, with a cape of fog, blessing her
chiseled,moonbeam face,
His arms enclosed her in a velveteen gold, cuddled in his
silent, starshine embrace.
Oh, poetess, penning of feelings of deep intimacy.
Your poem, will be stamped “romantic “?
A term, you loathe and find so very meaningless and worse,
utterly curt and disgustingly pedantic!
But only a poet who knows your heart to its scarlet
inner flaming core,
Has the outstanding bravissimo to knock on your truly
insatiable, heart’s-door!
Dare he try his wings and wish for such magically,
exotic, sensual satisfaction?
Wrapped in those twilight, wild, moonbeamed curls
of Eurydice’s Olympian extraction!
6/4/2024
Casting Off The Bow Line
Goodbye
my unwed darling
I’m married
to this dream
Freedom
calling out to me
betrothal thus
redeemed
Bachelorhood
a Siren’s calling
Feted tween
the sails
Truant winds
to act upon
Legends
tell the tale
Setting off
this final time
Rudder
in my hand
Truth when hoisted
up the mast
Liberty
— commands
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
So Imbued
Crime without sanction
honor among thieves
Tomatoes tomattos
prudish obscene
Rules as their written
intention entwined
Good becomes bad
sight becomes blind
Credence engendered
by those so imbued
A prince or a pauper
depends on your view
The world in a tailspin
no two think the same
the baby the bathwater
— praising the blame
(The New Room: February, 2024)
Time Awaits
Not connected to
the dollar
Courted
never wed
Engaged to no one
but himself
Making
his own bed
All fame and fortune
lost to fate
Constancy
of mind
Whose future readers
time awaits
His legacy
— to find
(The New Room: February, 2024)
i love you ...
to the cold marrow, i do
beastess of black
the art of you, ritualistic, raw
all your names wrap me
savage, winged and wondrous …
tempt me, tepid dragon
i dream of the pursuit
wrought in timeless space
wispy, winding the world
biting my tongue with bitter citrus
or dripping with rhythmic, parenthetical
perfection …
dance for me -
break at the score, residue-righteous
engendered non-generically
come, venerated venom
and strike true -
crimp, shine, bubble, breathe
sing my veins ...
hot, horrid harlot of the haggard heart
neuron-nasty and aflame
a receptor conflagration, reborn
divinely devilish …
i - Mad Molly's sullied son -
curse you with all i know
and woo you with my innocence, lost
i nail you to a cross
of considerations and care
only to worship your ruin
the lion's paw to your Androcles, merciful
acid tears to wash your feet
and blood …
to bind.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, February 7, 2021; update November 24, 2023
Though not meant to offend,
I simply won’t pretend
you are the Adam’s apple
of my eye.
That stubble and those hands
may pass on OnlyFans,
but quick’s the brain to grapple:
that’s a guy.
Flirting with disaster
On this fast-moving highway of life;
Speed demons incurably infected
With the disease of impatience.
I tremble with disgust
When shaken by a fierce gust of wind
Engendered by ill-advised velocity.
Acknowledge me, disrespecting demons.
Don't barrel your way through as if I'm not there,
Lest you recklessly careen off
An approaching curve on the road;
A hefty price paid
For sledgehammer stupidity.
The rules of the road couldn't be
More simple; slow down
And stop for me.
Come to a complete stop
Like everyone else; look sideways,
Then proceed with caution.
In a world filled with losses and gains,
One need to assess both realities.
Most resently, I have considered both when
I saw them wrapped in the words, grief and gratitude.
One word dealt pain and the other released a touch of heaing.
The two words are worlds apart, yet they engendered
Similar emotions in that they make me cry.
Bold Nietzsche declared, “God is dead,”
Humans have killed him, so he said.
Enlightened men, all widely read,
have purged his being from their head.
God decomposed and left a stench,
That human genius cannot quench.
The promise of enlightenment
Instead of light has brought man blight.
God’s substitute, goddess reason
The symbol of man’s high treason
Has not engendered human good,
As humanists believed she would.
History and experience teach,
That man cannot perfection reach
By mere intellectual means
For evil exists in his genes.
The two world wars that men have fought,
defy claims of rational thought.
The truth is clear, mankind is flawed,
And badly needs the help of God.
The moral mess mankind is in,
Is evidence of human sin.
The death of God has brought a curse,
And made the plight of humans worse.
That God did die, is indeed true,
But from a different point of view.
God in man’s flesh came down to earth,
To live and die for man’s rebirth.
God is not dead, He is alive,
From Him humans their lives derive.
If you enlightenment desire,
Embrace God and make Him your sire.
The history of the world
has been divided into two
eras known as BC which stands
for 'Before Christ' and AD which
stands for 'Anno Domini', a Latin
term which means 'Year of our Lord'.
I have chosen to divide my
small world into two eras
as well, known as BB and AB.
I was born nearly 22 years BB
and have lived some 51 years AB.
BB, BEFORE BARBARA, there were some childhood
sweethearts. There were teenage crushes and a
few heartbreaks. For a brief period, I retired
from romantic pursuits. That is until Barbara
came along. Her smiling face and sweet voice
pricked me in the heart and quickly brought
me out of retirement, turning my whole world
upside down.
Yes, BB there must have been 10 or more
girlfriends, but none arrested and captured me.
None engendered a ring nor came close to the
words 'I do' or 'I don't'. But Barbara and I said
'I do'. Since Barbara, there has been no AB,
AFTER BARBARA. We have shared more than 50
Valentines, and yes, she's still the one.
012523PSCtest, For Love's Sake. Regina McIntosh
5P
Thou wretched spot, thou churlish little knave,
canst thou in truth believe thine own deceit?
Engendered by thy lusts, thou art a slave,
ensconced by thy morality’s retreat.
Ye target those placed trusting in your care,
such innocent, inquisitive young minds,
yet lurking in thy cerebellar lair,
a single thought, corrupting all it finds.
Thou seekest normalized attraction thus,
outraged when thy detractors say ye groom,
yet utilizing TikToc to discuss,
there plastered on the walls, thy queerish blooms.
Thou maledict, thy curse flies off my lips:
now pass through blades and lie among the chips.
—————
for the Shakespeare in 2023 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
written on 01/08/23
Nigeria is on the precipice
A country in dire need of redemption
Blessed extravagantly by providence
But ravaged ignorantly by
Leadership failure
Built on faulty foundation of
Impunity, corruption and nepotism
Which has engendered overtime
Inequality of crass proportion
As insignificant few
Swim in obscene opulence
While embarrassingly majority
Wallow in criminal poverty
Arise you men of good will
Silence is no longer golden
Arise wrestle our country back
From the spirit of live and let die
Arise my compatriots to the clarion call
To rescue God’s masterpiece
From total annihilation
Stand up and be counted
Together let us overcome
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