Silent season is a waiting season
That stretches human patience to exhaustive limits
And brutally put human endurance on trial
As expectations are mercilessly heightened
Deadlines come and disappear
With no visible achievements in sight
Hope gradually gives way to despair
And human help seems totally obliterated
In silent season God even seems far away
Leaving man in total disarray
And in utter helplessness
And feeling betrayed by God and fellowmen
However Silent season is for preparation
It is for correction and working behind the scenes
For total reformation for the task ahead
And God works mightier in silence
Just be still and know your God
In silent season be ready to be transformed
And He will keep His promise to see you through
In silent season pray the the more
Do not give up on God
For He is preparing you for a glorious future
To become more than a conqueror.
For if gold must gold it must pass through fire!
Peter (my bf) and I are keeping it modest, practicing the art of the small things. Among our repertoire of pleasures are simple conversations, after long, exhaustive school days, in non-technical language.
Shall we wax poetic-ish?
Ever, my heart had blazed as if branded by fire.
Then love finally arrived to sweetly quench that unseen, smoldering blaze..
Fate, for a while, like scissors, came between us.
But having thus far proceeded, I did sorely miss the confections of closeness.
So, I shamelessly plotted to conjure sordid-reunions.
You may damn the force of my weaknesses and think me devilish,
but I am, after all, a living, female thing.
Do I relive that awful trauma? No, living in the past is like reheating nachos.
No one wants that.
Or do we? We take so many pictures, now-a-days.
Are we sore afraid of losing our yesterdays?
.
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Songs for this:
matters of the heart by lovlaine
Oh Honey! (I Love You) by Peach Tree Rascals
Backyard Boy by Claire Rosinkranz
Active billionaires
We get tired of his face, which is a mirror
into his soul shows an obsession with self
has drowned his tender heart was
in agreement with the world around him
it is about power, the dislikeable want
to be loved, to show strength is second
best to be feared when love fails
overactive and exhaustive, he bothers
about things that are unimportant for
for us, but of vital interest his one road
self-centered intelligence, to be liked he
has to feign compassion for those he sees
as a loser and secretly despises
in silent moments, he senses his loss,
but feels defeated til the engine of his busy
life revs up, and he can throw himself into
the clamor of a life that is a mere echo of
the loss he has suffered.
Embroiled in
Pre-dawn delusions
Assuming the
Cloud covered moon is
Destroying its symbolism
For my own amusement
As the parking lot becomes
Mystical, enlightened
Full of
Ambient apparitions
Of the eternal type
With the coyotes barking
And my
Inner self yawning
I see an old radio
Centered in the prosaic grass
I am told I must
Change the station
I am afraid to touch it
Even if the angel Gabriel came
To force my hand
I would scream like a
Ferrell cat
And
Dance like a madman
Like the saint known as the
Fool of Christ
Drunken, with glass in hand
Fooling the townspeople
With disguised piety
Hidden within his hermitage
Back to the
Vision of an
Old radio
Against my own fear
I turn it on and
Tune it to the first station
I can hear an old man
With a
1920's type
Radio host's accent
Like Pathe news
All over again
In wartime England
And in his dialogue
Thru a slight crackle
I can hear him disclose my
Location
To what I assume to be
A company of demons
Yes, this is a predicament
Too long and
Exhaustive for a
Simple poem
Tune in for the
Next installment...
November 29, 2023
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The footfalls are audible in the hall.
I can hear scraping against the wall.
During that time, I was lying in bed.
The obscurity engulfs me in dread.
A screech can be heard in the yard.
Hammering the window truly hard
Shadows wander across the night.
Demons are beaming with delight.
Aeries carried by a hovering broom.
Wolves shout in the gaze of gloom.
Sounds of bat wings flying quite loud.
The moon had been covered by cloud
Exhaustive respiration outside my door
I fade further into the covers and snore.
By making a turning motion on the knob.
The boogie man has completed the job.
Divided droplets formed handheld mirth tames,
for they beheld Earth in their gentle fall,
like stars drop the night, all is heavens call,
know their named true, they'll climb make good their claims.
American Beauty Rose, blossoms art
exhaustive, and as there's none to question
thou hast finds that clear a room's impression,
thus, to heaven astir, shines through your heart.
Lily, my dearest, how befitting of
names of one who vigils cemeteries.
Thy reach of yourselves from commentaries,
'tis naught ours but be thine, think of thee, my love.
Thy tendril's secrets aire are more sublime
Forget-me-not thy scent hast taste of time.
He desperately questioned as he took her warm palms to his,
"Would you love me the same way I'd brave the world for you?"
"Love is fickle and fleeting," She quoted.
One point it's an emotional food,
And then it withers away like a neglected house plant.
Mine's heart is too exhaustive to such tides.
But Smooth Seas do not make Skillful Sailors," He replied.
She smiled.
I genuinely like myself for most of the things I do
And it brings me joyous pleasure when it pleases you
When we do things for each other it seems to work just fine
And trouble will come calling when I think too much is mine
We’re in this life for sharing, to that there is no doubt
Wisdom, inspiration, humour, all have their unique clout
But being home and lonely has a vocabulary of its own
Lonesome thoughts hauntingly dictate such a different tone
Sadness, depression, and grief, such strong exhaustive notions
Stopping me in my tracks, conjuring such negative emotions
Attacking my sensitive ego and deflating my self esteem
And feeling sorry for myself, what does that even mean
The words that I am thinking and playing in my mind
Should be of greater wisdom, inspiring and more kind
Making me feel better and making you feel better too
Holding us together like a delicious emotional stew
EXERCISE
His second wife
walked four to five miles
per day, every day and
recorded the distances each
day on her personal fitness
monitor!
His first wife
had worked equally hard
every day, vigorously walking
back the previous day’s comments
before preparing very carefully for
the exhaustive requirements of
the next day’s workout!
*Image of Family Focus by FOTF.
Soma Sonnet: Suicide Watch
The steaminess awkward away,
as summer writhe its day of me,
I risk a search that subs my plea,
lies atonement hopeful in play,
~~o save thy wretched soul.
Chains cross my path in front of me,
taxes wrongdoers pensive stalking,
post exhaustive heated walking,
a sign beach closed due to rough sea,
~~o save thy wretched soul.
A morning stalls a zenith Sun,
what life remains why do I hold,
ignored alerts are strong, be bold,
my worth value zero they've won,
~~o save thy wretched soul.
I launched drifting in seas control,
Art hast o save thy wretched soul.
2022 August 17: Created
*Image of Mirror Lake by Pixabay.
Enclosed Rhyme Sonnet: Nature's Mirror
Forget-me-not thy scent hast taste of time
for thou art pleased thy stance ere errant cast
thyself on tendrils secrets e'er none past
knowest thy name advance thy claim and climb.
O rose blossom beauty thy petals art
exhaustive, and as there's none to question
thou hast looks that clear a room's impression,
thus, to heaven astir, findeth your heart.
Lily, my dearest, how befitting of
names of one who vigils cemeteries,
thy reacheth yourselves our commentaries,
tis naught ours but thine, remember thee, love.
Tis nature, reflective and revealing,
whereth layeth true for death is willing.
2022 August 17
FACADE REVISITED
such staggering
dedication
exhaustive yet
reverent
an
annotated outing
in familiar territory
the vedute
minutely rendered
a souvenir
to amuse
at a level
so impressive
in
perspective
a reflection
conjured
from
subtle places
& underscored
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
for the jinxed
unbroken anguish
to keep pain
ache is strong
searching for a description
since we are helpless
Written: January 08, 2022
Said Earth's Oceanic Therapist
to Heaven's Meditation Master,
Silent,
aparting meditation
naturally exhales
toward inhaling wet green co-passion
dipolar communions
following appositive surfing inquisitions
of courageously resilient undercurrents
turbulantly co-arising curiosity.
Wanting,
needing,
craving an orgiastic climax
bilateral
dipolar warm and welcome baptizing
Without first give and taking turns
active working,
listening and speaking
nonviolent foreplay
co-passioning cooperative intent,
Is like going to church,
singing Bach's Alleluia Chorus
before getting back into our aparting cars
and trucks,
trains and planes,
ready for another exhaustive
extractive
sexless secular week
of win/lose devolutionary
impotent weakness,
Sang Earth's sex therapist
to Heaven's green communion liturgist.
Adrenaline allure - tense -
Defies the calm of common sense.
Disguised in a myriad of forms,
Ignores the gravity of norms.
Creative in exhaustive lies,
Twists into pain in loved ones' eyes.
Incessant conflict gnaws within,
Ongoing battle, hard to win.
Never retreat to beat the foe.
December 23, 2020
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