God, who created everything,
is God over both man and things.
Pure gold, diamonds, and precious stones
are among the vast treasures He owns.
When men refuse to worship Him,
their ego rises to the brim.
They make for themselves gods of gold,
like people did in days of old.
The gods of gold debase man’s soul
and on his spirit take a toll.
After he at their altars feast
erelong, he will act like a beast.
Worship of God lifts the soul,
transforms men’s hearts, and makes them whole.
The more men feast on God’s pure Word,
the more they become like their God.
Make not for yourself gods of gold,
for they will leave you in the cold.
They cannot give you what you seek,
but will sure leave you up a creek.
Turn to God who made your soul
He wants to cleanse and make you whole.
The gods of gold are all a fraud,
stop trusting them and worship God.
Categories:
erelong, god, inspirational, religion, religious,
Form: Rhyme
Hope only seems fallen
At the end of battles;
After the dust settles -
It reappears erelong.
Hope carries a spark -
An internal light -
A fire for life
That eschews the dark.
Hope sings an anthem -
Once fear is put out
And despair is bound -
Its song is heard again.
Categories:
erelong, fear, hope, song,
Form: Rhyme
Where liveth preen for empathy
Drew ragged,
Poor sawbones perscribed
"where in pain warrants lithe deformities"
Swimming,
Loathed from the east
Collared,
Hung dry,
Pruned by the sweat of a racing night
When in dawn's bleached seamstress
Sought a grim vow
Erelong in catapult
Where'n torrents clothed spare
Credences in cold eyes of maggots
A cruel indifference,
In polar tear.
Categories:
erelong, absence, deep, depression, feelings,
Form: Free verse
“Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.”
Albert Einstein
Protection of Nature
Erelong on the western fringe of a village
Stood since span of time a pristine forest
Cherished by nature-lovers of all age,
From the very oldest to the youngest.
It served as a catchment for steady rain,
Perfused the village with fresh and sweet air,
Served as resting haven for weary swains
And a scenery at which sight-seers could stare.
Now the forest has been vilely conquered
By concrete buildings of all shapes and heights,
With all the native trees and plants plundered,
And from nature pilfered a unique sight.
Let`s join hands to shield nature`s decadence
That over time threatens man`s existence.
Categories:
erelong, appreciation, beauty, environment, nature,
Form: Sonnet
Many-hued pubs bid me welcome
As would friends on the street
And so does Cromwell Bridge
Where long ago we first met.
I see the fields where we played
And plucked up the kerry violets.
I gaze out over the dark bay
Reflecting our lives as glass.
Memories live but a season
And like a photograph
And erelong, I will be as one
Fading - crumbling fast.
When you are old and banjaxed
Will you still remember
And find there my countenance
Among the leas of Kenmare?
Categories:
erelong, friendship, memory, remember,
Form: Rhyme
Blessed art thou that believes, kneel before Thee
Morn and night our eynes unfolded on Thee
Lest we stagger or plop by the wile trap
To Thee we knock, drop the badger unwrapped
Creeds from thou embark, twitches of deeds shift
Habitus from wails and torment we drift
Hands of stone we glorify images
Images of beasts festoon above thy sages
Afore icons loss of might comes thy judgement
Erelong nay beliefs or mooncalfs will lament
Betwixt good and evil crumpets disport
Eke esurient gudgeons hence thirst and port
Orison, not purfles orts for prithee
Maugre poshes, naught comes higher than Thee
Categories:
erelong, god,
Form: Sonnet
I stand in the midst of swirling sand
of this arid and sun-ravaged land,
I hold in my hand a vibrant rose
From this harsh sun I shielded it close.
A solitary rose; yet how did it wilt
right in my hand that I feel guilt--
Oh God, did I embrace it too close?
Why was I not able to save my red rose,
Petal by petal it fell apart on the ground
breaking my heart asunder but nary a sound;
A measly flower-- is that all you see?
A whimsical notion, a foolhardy task of me.
I kissed this denuded stem with my undying love,
Damnation has befallen like a lightning from above
And the heavens stood by as my love lay dying
while I was weeping, while I was crying.
Thus let me this much to you all assure--
Never will I lay my hand on a thing so pure;
Yet, if all my lofty hopes dissipate erelong
I stand guilty I confess, I did do wrong.
I was a fool; it was but a frivolous scheme
A rose to bloom in wilderness was my dream!
(Inspired by “A Dream within a Dream” by Edgar Allan Poe)
~08/05/17
~"Fallen Angel" contest by Laura Loo
Categories:
erelong, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
I stand in the midst of swirling sand
of this arid and sun-ravaged land,
I hold in my hand a vibrant rose
From this harsh sun I shielded it close.
A solitary rose; yet how did it wilt
right in my hand that I feel guilt--
Oh God, did I embrace it too close?
Why was I not able to save my red rose,
Petal by petal it fell apart on the ground
breaking my heart asunder but nary a sound;
A measly flower-- is that all you see?
A whimsical notion, a foolhardy task of me!
I kissed this denuded stem with my undying love,
Damnation has befallen like a lightning from above
And the heavens stood by as my love lay dying
while I was weeping, while I was crying.
Thus let me this much to you all assure--
Never will I lay my hand on a thing so pure;
Yet, if all my lofty hopes dissipate erelong
I stand guilty I confess, I did do wrong.
I was a fool; it was but a frivolous scheme
A rose to bloom in wilderness was my dream!
(Inspired by “A Dream within a Dream” by Edgar Allan Poe)
Put Your Best Poe forward contest by Tommy Boy
Categories:
erelong, allegory, rose,
Form: Rhyme
So whimsical was that fine summer’s day,
Radiant one moment and dull the next.
So tenacious was that fine summer’s day,
The day spanned long, and the night watched, perplexed.
O here comes July, the height of summer,
Cicadas sing and young pink daisies dance.
Alas, cyclamens blossom and summer
Grows dumber; the sky’s tears fall in a trance.
Erelong, ere we know it, August creeps in,
A chill seeps through and the cold comes drifting.
Like a storm, a tempest, August sweeps in,
Summer packs up – wait, where are you going?
The summer meant naught to last, however,
The season turns; nothing lasts forever.
Categories:
erelong, analogy, youth,
Form: Sonnet
wayra
An inheritance
makes my life easy to live.
Headaches? heartaches? no hindrance
no hedge, I have money.
I long to know logic in life.
A door falls open
Entering I find the best
of friends, food, festivity...
lasting until midnight.
alarms alert me to wake up.
A second door, closed,
boasts the note, "key is within".
noticing no knob, I sense -
there is no keyhole here?
and muse upon this mystery.
The third door is home
where I rest without relief.
Wealth, words, Weltanschauung
keep up their steady pace
provoking my peace with purpose.
Determined to know
the key to that second door,
I crave, I coax, I call on
experts within my realm.
My money soon meets its Master.
Beating on that door
wrestling with my God.
Erelong hidden latch loosens
missing pieces float free
golden keys to liberty.
Author’s Notes:
Weltanschauung
[velt-ahn-shou-oo-ng] noun German.
a comprehensive conception or image of the universe and of humanity's
relation to it, a world view.
Categories:
erelong, muse, universe,
Form: Verse
Checking my life's schedule within the peaceful serenity upon
A calm as quiet Saturday afternoon; traveling through the fire while
The embers stir further and further, I go closing my eyes amid, this journey
Through timeless time bringing into clarity her years of old ? Stopping along the way
Gathering glimpses so vivid these precious lives that, my heart does hold; blood of my
Blood and Soul of my Soul ~ Tranquillity aside His flowing waters gentle; upon this erelong
Shore we stroll pausing to gaze beyound the horizon's brushed in beautiful ? Her visions....
Dear ones whispering softly and, this soothing breeze; images of dreams majestic, moments
A breath that breathes; what was, shall someday be ? Checking my schedule while smiling
Into their endless eyes; all that I have known as all that I have loved; traveling through this fire
Reason's embers turn ? Blood of my blood Soul of my Soul promises painting, tomorrow; You and me.
Categories:
erelong, love,
Form: I do not know?
Semovedly thine voice shall have no echo to hear.
Inly there be only hollowness to see no distant.
Natheless hardy wind, thou shall be inconsistent.
Gradual flow upon thee, wilts bring many a tear.
Wellaway can be withered upwards into cheer.
Iwis my heart and thou will bloom constant.
Thole stint without thee voice, time is non-existent.
Hark thy sweet melody showers over my fear.
Courage of mine shall champion forthcoming tune.
Heavenly fairies shall dance for both our souls.
I shall cherish and marry in month of June.
My love will grant me all musical controls.
Erelong our passion will bloom as we swoon.
Singing with chimes enriches our passionate goals.
Categories:
erelong, dedication, desire, devotion, emotions,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Inspired by:
She Who Once Was the
Helmet Maker’s Beautiful Wife.
Sculpture by Auguste Rodin
nude glory, she of uncrannied pelt,
stroked by many, might not know
she’ll sit erelong on stone as
wrinkled bronze
waiting yet to be touched.
muscle melts from bone,
hair, once auburn-splashed on brow,
turns colorless now and dull. Who sees
the girl with rose wine cheeks, the
prime of a daughter turned old?
Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
April 14, 2013
Categories:
erelong, art,
Form: Free verse
Checking my life's schedule....
Within the peaceful serenity
On a calm and quiet Saturday afternoon ~
Traveling through the fire while as the embers stir
Further and further I go; closing my eyes
Amid this journey through timeless time
Smiling as I bring into clarity the years of old....
Stopping along the way and gathering glimpses
So vivid these precious lives that, my heart does hold
Blood of my blood and Soul of my Soul ~
Tranquillity aside the flowing waters gentle
Upon this erelong shore I stroll....
Pausing, to gaze beyound the horizon's
Brushed in beautiful; their visions; loved ones
Whispering softly within this soothing breeze
Images of dreams....
Majestic moments in a breath that breathe's
What was and what shall someday be ~
Checking my schedule as I smile into, their endless eyes
All that I have known and all that I have loved
Traveling through this fire as the embers burn....
Blood of my blood and Soul of my Soul ~
Promises painting a tomorrow and then, again, “You & Me
***********************************************
....`Forever Young.`”
Categories:
erelong, hope, life, love, fire,
Form: I do not know?
A Wolf’s Paradise
A place, where once the wolves of time, shook off their godly shields,
To come to Earth eternally, where only seasons yield.
They fashioned then, a godly place, of wood and shade and stone,
to rest their souls and bide awhile. A heavenly, earthly home.
All have tried to sing of thee, the Human, Nymph and Muse.
Of your verdant halls of ochren shades, which golden lights suffuse.
These wolves of time, have erelong passed from memory, thought and deed
And left this for humanity, a place for those in need.
A heady place, of mossen scent, this place of liquid time,
Where peace and joy, yet still abound and all this can be thine.
A fastness free, from troubles real, a place to soothe thy soul.
A drink of serendipity, true tastes of life, your goal.
Come, walk with me within these walls of wood and shade and stone.
Come, lay with me in spirit’s rest, this one true wolfenholme.
Brushy
Categories:
erelong, fantasy, imagination, time, uplifting,
Form: Ballad
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