Healing
Understanding
Mesmerizing
Benevolence
Longing
Illuminated
Nostalgia
Great enough to defeat Pride
Hopeful
Eager and meek
Awe-inspiring
Radiance dances in His eyes
Tranquility
My pride fell with my fortunes." William Shakespeare
As you like It --- Act 1, Scene 2, Rosalind to Orlando
pride of life does reign
hoisting human nature’s gain
toward downfall pain
yon towering pride
that offers triumphant ride
lurks great fatal stride
admitting own blight
seek God’s help for righteous plight
along divine light
proud to be humble
braced upon haughty spirit
heart projects fake smile
confident meekness
hiding shaky fortitude
melts midst shallow praise
unmask arrogance
repent from timid pretense
with faith's blest triumph
I'm falling like a piano off the top of a building,
You know, the one that lands directly on someone's head
As they're walking by quietly meddling
I crash into a million pieces with no warnings to be said
Wooden splinters, wires snap, keys clatter across the crosswalk
SMACK
Pain engulfs you and everything goes black
Confused, you gawk
At the mangled mess of what's left of your life after that stumble
Now you pick yourself up and remind yourself to be humble
Next time it could be an anvil
Ego of selfish nature
Can be molded to mature…
Born midst arrogant culture
Babes have demanding feature…
Such is human heart’s posture
Masked against kindness’ gesture…
As mind yields to God’s nurture
It flees from ego’s torture…
Ego shorn through good lecture
Triumphs showing joy’s picture…
Now reborn for love’s venture
Faith now glows by care stature…
I’m transformed with renewed vesture
Thankful as divine creature.*
*1Corinthians 5:17 Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away: behold, all things are become new.
July 6, 2022
Monorhyme in couplets
Joe DeMino has biblical insight that is Holy Spirit instructed. I am impressed, intrigued, and encouraged by our Elder in the USA and here on Poetry Soup (PS).
I quote Jesus, from Matthew's Gospel (Matthew 23:12, also Luke 14:11)
"For those who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted."
" Oh God I am new to this, teach me your witness Teach me your way O Lord that is that I confess. I'm a complete mess. Come reshaping me both me today. Help me to be your witness. Kiss me let your breath endow me flow through me my inner chest, and my well-being while in my mess. Cleanse me, Purge me relinquish my sin douse me in the waters cleanse me make me whole again. Touch me in your way save me today. Dry me off with your calm and soothing winds. Help me! Teach me your way O' Lord teach me to love and obey. My God while all around me so do sow into your lawn of mercy. O' Lord help me help me to be what I need to be thank you in your name please Jesus, Amen!
3/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
I am fire and rhapsody in my private chambers.
Inside out, I am flourishing, animated, and measured.
My heart pumps owning the same conviction at age 15.
My hormonal sexual splendor surely must be the same
dense river I swam at 20.
In the mirror, I see only my ardor dancing,
my uncontainable flourish advancing.
As usual, I’m a firebird at the supermarket.
Trailblazing each aisle, I come to the dairy section.
The milk I buy is always on the lowest shelf of the frig.
Each gallon I inspect expired 3 days ago.
Swinging the frig door wide, I kneel before the milk.
I inspect gallons until I find one that hasn’t expired.
My rigid wooden kneecaps grind against the floor tile.
I extract the bottle, slowly rising to stand
and my glasses slide off.
I somehow snatch them before they fall on the floor.
I turn to place the bottle in my cart.
“Do you need help?”
She’s a face full of glowing concern.
That’s all I see.
“No, I think I’ve got it.
I’m always dropping my glasses.”
This archangel of milk bottles
vanishes.
My wings of fire are only cinders now.
The reason is plain to see.
From outside in, my expiration date has passed.
high
above
the city
arms open wide
Christ the Redeemer
symbol of peace
causes hearts
to bow
low
07.06.20
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To know that in spite of all my stumbling
My clumsy phrasing and other bumbling
So many of you have congratulated me on POTD
And that's truly humbling in a most special way
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Humbling Grumble
(in the presence of "What have you been muttering?"
Like Laura Wingfield and her glass figurines,
indulging her comfort in daily routines,
so near to the living, so far from being alive,
resists drawing breath, no matter how I connive,
cajole, entreat or entice, beckon or reckon;
commits no sin, not she, no, not for a second.
A force of nature, yet to me a chilling bane,
distorts light, like shards of ice on a window pane.
I sit and wonder, should I share life's living breath,
with someone unfeeling, and much closer to death,
than a cold corpse long asleep in a coffin buried?
one who Kharon has across the river Styx ferried?
And then I fondly remember, and sigh with shame,
how we each once celebrated Life's long living flame,
and vowed to fidelity, for better or worse
not to abandon each other's side until the hearse
arrives, and onto our own separate ways
we travel and let go of our long raveled days.
This, our sworn bond and cause for present tenderness,
keeps me quiet by her side with muted and humbled acquiesce.
Between heaven and earth is so much more
You and I are for instance, but before
We were, there was and forever will be
The imprint of who will be you and me
Through closed eyelids rosy light glows warm
Swaying left and right in golden sundust swarm
My wheels so insignificantly leave prints in timeless
Everlasting sand, tossed in tides, boundless
In faraway blue green, a scaled-down ship
Moves motionless, on a never ending trip
And we, beneath a humbling firmament
See immense constellations with no end
We sit here silent, hand in hand meditating
How balance in this world, weighing
On us, harmonizes love and awe in us both
Reconciliation of life, we speak our silent oath
***
January 29, 2017
I love you in poverty of
words;
when you are not seeking
anything.
A dusky strength, self-
deprecating,
holding forth the virtues of
self-denial.
What was the awareness of
a blind ?
Of shadows of migrating birds
in moonlight ?
Hold my extended arm. May
be you can fall,
looking without eyes in the depth
of the sea.
Satish Verma
Removing the sharpness
of doubts corners
Rounding off the edges
of borrowed defeats
No room for either
at this table of peace
Examining the discards
with prayer
clothed in the sackcloth
of meekness
the spirit bends knees
in humbled repentance
Meekness bids the oil
of forgiveness
as humility bows
to understanding
while the ashes
beg the embers
from stronger hands
i am most humbled
when i notice somebody
who has less than me....
The image smiling back at me
When the mirror makes me to see
Is someone I don't recognize
Who is that with those baggy eyes?
How could I have changed into this dreadful biddy?
©by Regina Riddle
September 1, 2014
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