I stood
Defying gravity
Frowned
Denying levity
Wrote poems
Extolling brevity
Dodged much of life’s
Severity
Now wrestle with
Longevity
Here I am in this moment
Standing at the edge of the new.
Here I am in this moment
Saying goodbye to the familiarity
Of what was, to make space
For a burgeoning, budding,
Blossoming, more peaceful view.
Here I am in this breath inhaling
the pause……. deeply, mindfully.
Suspended in the awareness of being.
Just being and extolling the
Gratitude in which I bathe and
In the love that is surrounding me.
Here I am and here I stay,
Dipping my toes into the crystal
Waters of thankfulness for all
That is, was and all that is to be.
Here I am. In this moment.
Oh Echo why, did she beguile.
Queen Hera with loquacity.
Thou mountain nymph whose winsome smile
Did mask Zeus from complicity
With sylvan nymphs, his sole desire.
Those dalliances once revealed
Set jealous Hera's heart on fire.
Echo was blamed, her fate now sealed
To never speak, till others spoke.
And only then, those last words said.
Then bite her tongue, or she would choke.
This punishments inside her head.
A woodland hiding place she found
In solitude and loneliness.
One day she heard a youthful sound.
His voice her lips, it did caress.
Then " do not hide " Echo replied.
This paragon of many charms,
Bemused he said " please do no hide "
When Echo ran towards his arms,
Narcissus cast her to the ground,
Extolling death, to her embrace
As from her lips, his words resound.
She disappeared without a trace.
To wander evermore alone.
Those mountain caves were her domain.
Soon blessed death, turned bones to stone.
Her voice was all that did remain.
8 / 16 / 2025
Violence isn't a good method
To depend oneself
Or an excuse to combat peace
Not an issue of extolling power
Nor a bravado of strength
A jealous person is prone
To commit crime if not hindered
An act of loving too much
Is a prelude to getting humiliation
If not controlled will led you to destruction
Hating is mind conditioning
While loving is heart rectifying
Trained your mind to things Godly
And you will have gains of its own.
"Today I am a joyous soul for across that bridge I will stroll." ~ poet
seraphs serenade the skies
strains unheard by mortal ears
chilling the darkness with notes
of ethereal richness
solo arias announce
the soulful songs of shadows
crossing the bridge to glory
extolling the most faithful
morning follows the lilting
cadence of aural tenors
singing of godly brilliance
with sweet angelic chorus
home at once, at once at home
soft as silken ribbons of
diaphanous tatted lace
comfortable and soothing
Donning splendiferous landscapes stretching for miles,
A culture that aptly prides, in bold, welcoming smiles;
A thriving land of islands~ an archipelago evincing awe,
A resplendence of nature, an exclamation of hurrah.
Sandy beaches embrace realms of pristine coastline,
Harboring lush foliage, embodying sublimity divine,
Of marine life, corals, reveling warmth of idyllic clime,
Reminiscent of paradise, of placidity, stilled in time.
Fun loving, amiable, proud tradition extolling grace,
Quaint, yet modern, is the vibrant vibe of this place;
Of museums, antiques, art galleries, buzzing cafe,
Of hotels, casinos, of famed sunsets on Manila Bay.
Luzon, the Visayas, Mindanao~ gems of the blue sea,
Living in tranquility, projecting utter beauty and glee;
Islands of hospitality, homeland of a privileged few,
A magnificent portrait, upon sea-canvas nature drew.
Philippines~ an acclaimed, lauded, pearl of the Orient,
Rich in diverse culture, her allure citizens augment,
Pulsating rhythms of hearts and souls, worthy of praise;
A treasure preserved, revered since the ancient days.
("The Longest Journey", 2020, original encaustic)
Beyond Words, A Rose By Any Other Name…
Everybody’s talkin’ ‘bout it
because it, is all there is.
Like there is but one sun
everyone sees and is extolling.
Even when they’re pointing at the moon
it’s still just Sun’s light
reflecting on her face.
Yet still people fuss and fight
splitting hairs all through the night…
But meanwhile Life goes on,
and if you want to see
the hand of God at work
look no further than the play of children,
or musicians, grooving with each other,
riding waves of wordless bliss,
swirling dancers in their wake.
Everybody’s talkin’ ‘bout it
after all, what more is there to say?
(1/28/24)
Through the eyes of an eagle
I view this land.
Forty shades of green
from soft Irish rain
that removes the stain
of numerous battles.
I soar over Sliabh League
in Dun na nGall then
swoop above Glenveigh
where the sons of Tuan
king of the stags
now roam free.
I circle ancient forts
where Gaelic kings
were crowned.
No longer found in a land
decimated by retreating foes
then long enslaved by England.
Still the spirit of Eire is strong.
Drinking poteen until dawn
we celebrate the harvest
with dance and song at Samhain
along with the Tuatha De Danann.
Extolling the mighty Fionn Mac Cumhail.
Surviving all those who were cruel,
famine, seafaring foes and British rule.
Irish laughter rings loud.
As a people we are proud.
One day soon our green land
will be reclaimed
to be a nation once again.
Unassailable purity, a cognition divine of venerated mind,
Proffers promise inviolable, beneficence sacred aligned,
With force invincible emanating from goodwill of heart
Forming precepts impeccable, teachings benevolent impart.
Purity of thought and action~ a worthy and righteous goal,
Resounds indomitable from kindred voice of resolute soul;
A heavenly call of compassion, extolling sanctity of love,
Lifting tenor of gloomy dawns~ soothing refrains of dove.
Unassailable purity in life, a road map of directions to hope,
Sacrosanct are its valiant acts, vowing ceaselessly to cope,
Performing with mighty resolve, deeds inducing pride;
Serving humbly as invisible hand of irreproachable guide.
Assisting destitute is the sermon, tolling bells of prayer,
Beckoning the weary, indigent, to shelter and welfare;
Comforting grief of despair with words enlightened, aware,
Consoling cry of nothingness, bequeathing love and care.
It exemplifies within her selfless smile, purity of her eyes,
Reassuring her children, bliss of mother’s love never dies;
Its rectitude unassailable, eternal as the reign of time,
A gift precious, paramount to life~ ethereal and sublime.
Can certainly get over zealous at times
In extolling my love for you souls
Suddenly realize how overbearing it must be
So I'll try to show a little more control
Got a bunch of affection for all youse guys
You all have that special something
It's totally unique from one soul to the next
Which gets this old heart a-beating
Just love to discover what each person has
Have I seen it before in someone else
Each one of you adds your own little twist
It determines everyone's wealth
It's not the money you've got stashed away
Or those fancy cars you might drive
It's stuff you've got deep down in your soul
It's the friendships for which we strive
Follow me, my dear, to mythical shores of hypnotic dream,
Sail on my fantasies, driving passions of your zealous theme,
Afloat on tides of longing, musing on love’s passionate seas,
Vying paradise of bliss, propelling desires love-notions seize,
Savoring you in embrace romantic, ecstatic till the end of time,
Extolling life’s moments euphoric, alluring our love in prime.
As gilded smile of rising sun, sparkles gleaming skyline blue,
And ruby rays of dawn twinkle from glinting morning dew,
And meadows of spring-blossoms enthrall your fervid view,
And songs of our doting hearts, strumming love-tunes woo;
Cherishing memories enamored, forever vows we renew,
In Elysium of happiness, fate designed just for me and you.
Follow me, out of bleakness that questions meaning of life,
Follow me to enlightenment that negates angst of strife,
Follow me afar from the void of materiality, ego, and pride,
Follow me to the realms, that wisdom and virtues abide,
Follow me to self-awareness, questing halo of inner light,
Follow me on path to eternity, within walls of this life finite.
I am not a Poet
I know this fact true and full well
In the orthodox conventional literal way
As I am not able to use set standard form
So what I write
Therefore does not conform
So I agree wholeheartedly not disagree
Technically I am not a Poet
All I am is simply someone who
Likes to write and comment about things
That don't necessarily fit any set remit
But yet I still want to have a go
So I end up having to encroach
And impose and join in other ways
And blur the lines and rules of engagement
Because although I may not be a poet
1 thing I can admit is this
I suffer through my words
Like any tortured Poet would
As to me writing is more about
Exposure of one's true self soul and heart
Than a form of compliance to an art
If that stifles my openness and integrity
And does not keep my demons at bay
Rather lets them lie in wait
And my silence further leads onto
Yet more inevitable tortured mistakes
Spaceward: genesis, obedience, fathomless: universe.
In Cerulean: lambent, sullen, discernible: Close ignite.
With harmony: hypaethral, skyward, aether: womb hiccups
Whelm time: serenade, stardust, drizzles: diamond dust,
Overall trends: extinguish, slumber, wonder: celestial hymn,
By extolling: Argyle, twinkle, soothing: miraculous rule
Alabaster Gypsum: portholes, peering, ogling: rain glints
Rubicund Jocund: ventral, sheqalim, vivid: lured stars
Exalt air: Blistering, bleeding, molting: Corolla collide
Orotund Moire: Kaleidoscopic, sentient, dusk: carnal life
Grab fistful: Dripping, purple, precipitation: Sunburnt sky
Dodging Venus: Flytrap, ill-wishers, pyramids: Shift astern.
This variation on sonnet XL1 to illustrate what Kuhlmann intended .
kuhlmann is a verse poem of two phrases interspered with three related monosyllabic stem- words(nouns,adjectives )with an integral title.The label and form is derived from the baroque poet Quirinus Kuhlmann's 50 sonnet
form Love-kiss XLI
Poem inspired by the sonnet penned by Brian Stand
Many assert “there is no God,”
to escape obeying His Word.
Wanting to avoid God’s control,
They place their ego in the role.
Flaunting the authority of God,
they become victims of Satan’s fraud,
living their lives chasing rabbits,
and get trapped by slavish habits.
Instead of enjoying freedom,
reality feels like a prison.
Ridding themselves of the Divine Czar
leaves men to wonder who they are.
Rejecting God’s authority
leads to a place called Anarchy.
Extolling the goddess of reason
men boldly commit Divine treason.
Men who without God seek happiness,
instead, get feelings of crappiness.
Considering themselves to be wise,
their folly in reason’s face flies.
Man’s foolishness is plain to see,
In widespread societal anarchy.
To think of life without his God
should show man that his mind is flawed.
Beyond boundaries, beyond humdrum of human race,
Beyond provinces mundane, among mysteries of space,
There is a realm of thriving wonderment, an idyllic place,
A place of peace and goodwill, hosting heavenly grace,
Where pavements glittering gold beautify every street
Surrounding ornate, walled, mega-mansions of elite,
Where people garbed in fabled attire gather and greet
Grooving to exotic melodies, extolling tempo upbeat,
Echoing sounds of mirth celebrating Shangri-La aglow
Reveling on prairies and streams, glinting angelic glow,
On pristine banks of paradise where rivers of elixir flow
Blossoming beauty of Eden, gardens utopian bestow.
There we meet, relishing dreams, musing in our fairy-tale,
Beyond drudgery, beyond worries, beyond mortal pain,
Lauding courtesies of nirvana fantasies mythical unveil
Elated in enchantment of exhilarating, paradisal domain,
Ecstatic of your fervid stance, inviting fervor of romance,
Caressing embrace of love holding me close to your heart
Proffering gestures esoteric in seductive tease of glance
Synchronizing beats-melodic, passions euphoric impart.
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