A feeling that the room is spinning
especially with specific head movements
Bout of dizziness
don't look up, down or to the side
- just straight ahead
I loved carousels when I was a kid
One step, one goal
grab a door frame or a chair
Vertigo... hits the labyrinth in the inner ear
My crystals ran wild
finally the diamonds are where they should be
I don't like carousels anymore
The Apostle Paul speaks here earnestly
of the importance to be cleansed
from every defilement of sin
clearing the dirt through our spiritual lens
This cleansing comes in God's power
through his divine merciful grace
praying in and through His Holy Spirit
telling of His love in constant praise
Holiness is so important to God
as scripture tells He's triple holy
proclaiming His pure godly character
to be clothed in holiness solely
Let us live in the fear of God
making us complete in Christ's name
having a right reverential fear
pointing heavenwards our constant aim
Underline with priority these words
cleanse, defilement, holiness and fear
bring them to mind regular and often
hear God's spirit in your inner ear
('let us cleanse ourselves from every defilement of body[a] and spirit, bringing holiness to completion in the fear of God.')
2 Corinthians 7: 1 (ESV)
I hear the sound of clanging and banging from a distant source
Like an orchestra of metal pots that have fallen on the kitchen floor
which brings a ringing to my inner ear
then a low vibration comes as I stand still
This frequency happens frequently
transmitting a language I've yet to unveil
Creating a magnetic peace during its stay
One day I hope to understand the meaning behind it all
A tale probably woven over a thousand years
I hear the sound and listen in
The tone goes away just as mysterious as it came
Loving you is easy.
Your heart beats like
The midnight breeze,
Caressing the strings of my essence.
Loving you is easy.
Your smile tenderly
Invites reveries,
Exposing the chords of my mind.
Loving you is easy.
Your voice is like
Music to my inner ear,
And honey to my soul.
Loving you means completeness.
You answer the questions
Of my inner interactions.
You bless the seasons
Of my secret divinity.
God sent you to enlighten
The epiphany of my pen,
So that I can describe beauty
In words and thoughts,
And open the door to invisible realities.
Loving you makes me aware
Of my purpose in life.
Loving you brings me peace.
Loving you…
Loving you…
Is easy.
©2010 Cendrine Marrouat
Poetry is a dance of words and feelings,
Bouncing off my inner ear;
Laughter, tears and joyous giggling
That only the writer's heart can hear,
A tension playing against life's strings,
Vibrating wildly to my soul's quickening pace;
Rushing, gushing, struggling to be
The first upon the mighty page.
Chula Fleming © 3/16/2015
My nights are often restless,
My dreams are often broken.
The tremors are often heard,
Within words not often spoken.
I'm tossed about in silent motion,
Until I'm cocooned within the covers.
The darkness holds me tighter,
Than the embrace of secret lovers.
I stare deep into the torment,
Until shadows come into vision.
Every thought comes into focus,
But is spared my minds division.
The voices seem to separate,
My mind becomes distorted.
Every attempt at inner silence,
Shows every effort is thwarted.
As dawn slowly penetrates,
And every shadow has faded.
The voices cause more confusion,
Than any I've previously stated.
The night survived my prayers,
Just as I survived the night.
The voices filled my inner ear,
Just as the shadows filled my sight.
These nights come too frequently,
I suffer, knowing what's at stake.
So I pray for a mind as idle,
As it is when I first awake.
I was standing on the grounds of myself
barefooted standing erected stance tall on top of the terrain
I embrace His breath of life
His wind kissed my face
Blowing receiving my nose and mouth
As my inner ear and my heart
So so sincere I gaze at the trees
They see me
Their branches and leaves wave to me
I hear a mumbling whispers
As the rocks whisper each Pebble each Stone
each brick each block
Vibrates a calls unto me yet
Before the call unto me
The praising the Almighty
Elohim
Elohim
Elohim
Elohim
I hear the rocks crying
Elohim
Elohim
Elohim
For my God don't need me to worship Him
For the rocks cry out to HIM
ELOHIM
ELOHIM
For the birds sing a Melody unto HIM
As the rocks stones and pebbles cry out praising HIM
ELOHIM
5/10/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Cul-de-Sac
Quick steps slow to hesitate
The sudden curve of a straight white line
Into the mists of detour
Lined with haunting facades
Of blurred addresses
And faded street signs
Where echoes of curiosity bluster -
Magic or madness -
In proverbs of warning about blind alleys -
Mayhem or mystic -
Bending the lane
Like the nautilus inner ear
A flat arc where light searches
For the sacred
Past faceless abodes lining this curlicue
With a come-on to remain
Yet the heart knows to follow
The flamboyant contours,
Like angel’s wings,
Into the loop – not a dead end
But a recoiling boomerang
Leaving knots of doubt behind
Arms open wide to inquisitive's marathon
Then ride the hairpin rail out of gossamer inkiness
Leaving behind the rags of repetition
Into a rosy borning road.
2-21-23
Contest: This or That
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Theme chosen – Cul-de-Sac
On days clouds mask transparency,
when sprinkles/gales quell meadow’s song,
before Spring’s green, post Autumn’s fall
of colored leaves (that flirt with tones of Prelude’s whites),
I wait for you (and doing so) find new delights!
On days what’s right (what’s left’s not clear),
discordance jars the inner ear,
I trust the harmony for all
that God provides, the love we share (makes right what’s wrong),
I wait for you (why hamstring with inerrancy?)
I wait for you, trust you’ll be near when time is right,
for die is cast, an inner compass guides our flight.
We both support what we need be
to bloom the ways God’s plans mature
in gifts we’re dealt our day of birth.
I wait for you though seasons pass, poles flip on earth
(in one day’s time), the oceans freeze (one last, “Bonjour!”),
the sun’s end fades to more maybe.
I won’t begrudge its fleeting glow!
Look for lips poised with love’s, “Hello!”
Long Tooth
November 6th in 2022
Light makes lustrous the green of the leaves above;
Waving forest hands, calming gestures, luminous
Antidotes to stress.
The movement of the air is no more than a cool breath,
Down here, amongst the ferns and boulders,
Grey from lichen.
A sudden clapping of wings startles, as was the bird;
Yet stillness returns, save for distant voices,
The world without.
Thoughts slow, rumination gives way to contemplation;
Magically, the mind reaches into memory, to music,
Summoning soothing melodies.
Notes fall, in elegant cadence, onto the inner ear;
A joy-filled phrase brings the comfort of familiarity,
Remembered forest murmurings.
The crevices of the mind, recently obese with anxieties,
Fill instead with haunting rhythms, hungry for
Their healing balm.
Each step becomes a dance, a graceful pavane;
Sure footed, guided by the music, cushioned by
The softness beneath.
Time slows, the moment lingers, reluctant to escape;
The music plays, filling body, soul and mind,
Bringing peace.
You saw me riding my bike
as I came to the cross walk
you were there again
admiring the flowers
in my basket I chimed
my bell as the little man
legs started to move
inside the box flashing
light began blinking
on the street pole
I noticed you again
as I began to cross instantly
you pulled out no signal
confusing traffic sirens glared
my inner ear blood stained
my helmet a truck driver yell
that driver never turned
on a signal how was I
too know she'd pull out
eyes sinking mind thinking
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
** Neither Silent Nor Still **
With you…by you…in you
Lord,
I never found silence
To be stillness.
With you, silence is
elevating, escalating,
Eternally
An ongoing current — a soundless ocean
With an unending
Roll-over of crested waves,
But silent with the pulse of my soul.
In silence I found
The heart of God, but
Therein God heard
The Voice of my devotion —
Heart to heart —
His tenderly spoken
response
Heard within a silence
By an inner ear
With the moving grace
Of a full embrace of utter peace,
Which was not still, but
Cradling held, a hint of floating
With a consuming quiet joy
That I turn and turn over
In memory to
Repeat
the rhythm-breathing
Communion…Alleluia! Come
Alleluia, Abba! All Love is yours —
————————————————————————————————-
(c) sally young eslinger
Thanks be to God
As time goes by, we are getting older.
Time itself waits on know one.
Each one of us have gifts, talents, and abilities.
Let them not go to the grave unused.
And when God choose someone to come into your life,
let not that moment pass you by,
because if you KNOW it is from God,
there is always a reward with it.
It may not come when you want it,
but It's always on time,
especially when you are in need.
His word has went out of His mouth
and will not come back to Him void,
they will accomplish that which He send it for.
So believe, receive, achieve and take it, it's yours.
Listen with your inner ear and hear what God is saying to you.
Blackbirds singing in jackboots
Women freshening and powdering
in the Men's room
A child is born without square eye's
and cell phone permanently attached
to it's inner ear
Traversing footsteps under a star
with both maternal loving married
parents expectantly awaiting a
cradle beside
Waning Luna quarter moon tide
lapping in and out the countryside
Clotting blood splattered indiscriminately
outside the chalk line box
A hairdresser shearing blonde locks
off for a charitable cause or donation
appeal
A doctor delivering a terminal diagnosis
Whilst in the other room a child is born
and miraculous life saving medical
procedure is being performed
The dice are cast. You watch them
As they tumble slowly away, into the swale
Where you rush to search for them.
But as you push away the sharp blades
There are only stones, wiped clean of numbers,
Your compass obliterated by the salt tears
Of the stars which rain like tiny feathers at night
But contain the weight of elephants and
Burden the soul with unfinished dreams
And feelings too vast to be encompassed
In flesh and skin and bone and sinew,
So break the bonds of gravity and soar
To where, in the formless void,
The mind’s corrosive static slowly dims,
Soft spoken syllables, faint music of a laugh,
The essence of a presence, though unseen,
Float through the ether, falling like kisses
On that inner ear of memory, and birds
Trill echoes to soothe the heart.
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