“Your hands are full of blood”
the holy man did speak
In furtherance of all the work
his life was meant to seek
Braver than the creatures
who have filled the GOP
He talks the talk because he is
the truth they’ll never be
From the very depths of my inner being I cherish Poetry Soup,
without the written verse I’d be impoverished as a person,
literary projects spur me on to otherworldy epic peaks,
an open channel with furtherance from lexicons endowed,
golden opportunity for human pathos rich and fair,
stomach-wrenching pain, joyous peals of laughter, mental stimulus,
visions I adhere to have a wider world impetus,
the comity of fellow authors and their honest feedback,
diplomatic goodwill hint at barren lapse within my canon,
and gracious honeyed Bon Mot of peer group kudos on occasions,
that angst-ridden moment before a contest sponsor judgement,
bold gasp of relief at higher placement than expected,
or just as likely glum expression at the baleful NA,
in support a staunch muse Jay A Pallen sheds her light,
loyal and demonstrative sister, whose sparkling eyes ooze warmth,
sagacious councillor supreme, bestowing love on this bard and their ardent stanza,
who brought to my attention bewitching vistas waiting to be captured,
influencer of my first ever piece “Downward Plod,”
where this writer’s magic life-enhancing odyssey began,
how I cherish every moment spent on Poetry Soup
I am a pine cone tree in the Evergreen state of Washington
My lower branches hang downward, that slap the unwary with pine needles, pine cones, and a hidden —squirrel
The mid branches stretch out for birds to congregate for their nesting
While the upper branches in its smaller gamut reach for the sun
We rally together in the face of windstorms
Albeit, we stand helpless as our forgiving aged remnants tend beneath our girth as the drying summer —heat threatens us
The beast's droppings enrich our soil
Rainwater nourishes us for the furtherance
We exalt in the sands' host of its endless pour through time
And revel in the promise of our pine cone familial forest, assuring our survival's worth
Created this for a blog, but I am unncertain as there's an absence of accountabilty that would assure me of the values that I've delineated, has been ascertained.
I've effected a furtherance exposing other pertinent facts that solidfy this word: Equivocal, having a basic compound valued word, thusly, have more than one meaning.
That became the manna from Heaven, taught to us by those missionaries being one of those subclasses, became a breather/a cutting edge, for the Hawaiian language to accommodate the variable classes besides those missionaries.
Their were whalers who were infamous users of their catch-phrases, Chinese broken-English, a nine-year-old-English, and it goes on.
"How do you say , Hello"--Aloha, "Goodbye"--Aloha, "I love you"--Aloha, "To that guy"--Aloha, "And that girl"--Aloha, "So their sex don't matter"--Oh sex, much Aloha.
Levity, but it does point a true beneficial factor. Chaos needed a directive, simplify matters by conquering their language and dividing it. This was part of my theoretical thesis for my psychology class exam at the Uni.
"Blessed assurance glory divine ..."
Supine haze swiped tall grass wooing shadows,
as chimes of wren's feathers a float parade,
begs a trace with leaves sought resting barrows,
the fondness parting loft and low portrayed.
Nourishing willows stranding morning dews,
while lengthy lappings the murmured streaming,
courses the sourcing promises pact sinews,
of turned new leaves and blazed hues trails dreaming.
Quietude slights segmental furtherance,
edging up-ends the friendlies beckoning,
hail the awakened, embracing balance,
trice the brevity traipsed separating.
The listless stares a sheltered clemency,
keys to a kingdom freed their fervency.
#3: Tis Twilight Time
Goal hour is here ... the spirit joins the soul,
ephemeral or twilight ... or two worlds,
dreams; exchange facts for fiction ... a black hole,
furtherance, lying on a bed of pearls.
The Ancient Mariner, sailed all seven,
--but know that all of creation matters,
Jules Verne starts your voyage, you'll break even,
the journey will seem endless ... but crackers!
The choices lay at your feet, just explore,
"Around...," "Center...," "Under...," "Mysterious...,"
most productive voyager--go ashore.
This would be the trice of time, serious,
for the twinkling has arrived, tis Twilight,
Time, inspired, now expired, on-site, sit tight.
Keeping my composure
I sought through
the differences
either furtherance
or closure
this one means everything
tension from frustration
like jackal stalking
the lions
someone might come along
and consecrate my gains
Nothings right
aint nothing wrong
it's just the way it is
if she say yes
then then I guess
I'll speak my love for her
If she say no
then I'll let her go
and try to be evasive
not to let my feelings show
From the the "Works Uted Page"
By Allegro Strumbeanie
Forgiveness ...
usually has no beginning
and an end that is equally so,
where self admonishment
resonate from errs
hollow search for resolve,
when blameworthy
takes center stage
and the fault claims clueless
to absent wisdom,
tethering furtherance
of the unresolved,
as more clouds
obscure the wholeness
of the picture,
that only the passage of time
enjoys the moments of its waste,
and all the while
at the far end
of a darkening hole,
the edging of a tunnel
stands a true friend
who has a name ...
... waiting.
From the very depths of my inner being I cherish poetry,
without the written verse I’d be impoverished as a person,
literary projects spur me on to otherworldy epic peaks,
an open channel with furtherance from lexicons endowed,
golden opportunity for human pathos rich and fair,
stomach-wrenching pain, joyous peals of laughter, mental stimulus,
visions I adhere to have a wider world impetus,
the comity of fellow authors and their honest feedback,
diplomatic goodwill hint at barren lapse within my canon,
and gracious honeyed Bon Mot of peer group kudos on occasions,
that angst-ridden moment before a contest sponsor judgement,
bold gasp of relief at higher placement than expected,
or just as likely glum expression at the baleful NA,
in support a staunch muse Jay A Pallen shed her light,
loyal and demonstrative sister, whose sparkling eyes ooze warmth,
sagacious councillor supreme, bestowing love on this bard and their ardent stanza,
who brought to my attention bewitching vistas waiting to be captured,
influencer of my first ever piece “Downward Plod,”
shortlisted for Creative Writing Ink poet challenge,
where this writer’s magic life-enhancing odyssey began
In you are articles of remembrance,
Objects of years gone past,
I wish you could harbinger life's furtherance.
Bring back the times you preserve,
Awaken all that has gone into the night,
Let dawn bring to the fore all that you reserve.
Oh! How fleeting are our days,
Unknown is our mileage,
Veiled are our tomorrow’s ways.
Oh! Some days how I refrain from coming close,
From awakening rested thoughts,
From the gloom symphony that flows.
Let recollections still be archived in you,
Recollections that rebirth mirth,
Until all with life is through.
Box of memories,
A treasured keepsake,
Box of family stories.
April 30, 2023.
Writing Challenge - Words with 'X' - Poetry Contest,
Constance La France.
All was done before through eons and anew
Transitional, additional, compositional and true,
Tranquility resulted even after war
Hence never fear yesteryear for all was done before.
Though you maybe a product of ancestors who passed
And nurturance forged furtherance building up to last
Leaping all the hurdles, walking through and via
Journey of our paths in life existing due to prior...
Birthing, dying, all supplying evolutionary sources
Where playing parts flies and darts calculating courses,
Even though we'll never know what our maker has in store
I'm blessed to be simply me when all was done before.
Too Soon Gone Again
David J Walker
in the
Furtherance of the father
Hand in hand
with the mother
Into
an unseen
future
they
Cannot be
Without each other
Live
love
life
death
And then
This promising young generation
too soon gone
too soon gone
again
Faith fosters fearless furtherance,
Propels purpose, persevering pursuit,
Usher unperturbed, undying utterance,
Imputes imbibes independent institute.
July 24, 2022.
*Image of Human Wake Up Light by Pixabay.
The Eternals Wake
Afterlifer's believes consciousness dabbles, effecting furtherance,
gainsayers, henceforth, interjects jocularity,
knowledgeable limits mortality nonbeing ... obliviates predominating, quasistationary,
relinquishes significance tasked ultrafamiliar,
vaticinators wanderings xenial,
yearning zen.
2021 October 18
F R E E D O M
finite minds cannot fathom
flows through faith
fearlessly, yet jubilantly following
footsteps of the Lord, omnipotent truth-Fortress
Foundation anchoring liberty-frame
fostering compassionate living against falsehood’s flattery…
Fruitful in fidelity’s furtherance
flawless freedom’s fullness
fixed and offered by heavenly Father
fuels forgiveness
facilitates reconciliation with foes
fastens families and friends
forbearing one another in fellowship feasting…
Flourishing in God’s favour
faultless freedom
forsakes feigning foolishness
framed upon feebleness
forgets frustration-falls
forbids anxious fretting
fenced inside love’s fulfillment…
Fervently facing fleshly filthiness by divine force
freed soul from hell’s fury flames
fixes flight with spiritual fortitude
fighting failures as triumphant servant-finisher~~~
first thanking Christ’s sacrifice, excellently foremost
furnishing assured eternal freedom
finally to reign midst peace, joy, charity… forever.
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