She is a walking juxtaposition:
Amicable qualities dressed in futility, far-fetched pictorial in a living illustration, painstakingly carefree—a telltale tribulation.
Ambivalence irks aptitude.
Foreshadowing scurries in a frenetic gambit, a stratagem of the devil himself.
This oddity is a fleck, resurgent in its nature—a drop of dew, a grain of sand.
Do all you must to bait her,
debate her.
Commotion, admonish, plaudit.
The audacity of her tacit agreements.
Such abysmal fervor could be the making of a luminary.
(Remember that no one can assail, but Christ the Candlestand, can remove that candlestand, and can rip that veil, even as Hell will not prevail from His attack.) Matthew 16;18
(“For we can do nothing against the truth, but [only] for the truth.” 2 Corinthians 13:8)
Christ is referred to as both Lion and Lamb (Revelation 5:5-6). In Him is peace (Isaiah 11:6). He will bring about peace as we struggle (with Him at our side, as our Guide) being conformed from the “old man” to the “new man”. Romans Chapter 6
[1] Revelation 3:20
[2] John 8:58
[3] John 10:11; 1 Peter 2:25
[4] Malachi 3:2
[5] Haggai 2:8 Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition
[6] Galatians 6:2
[7] Psalm 119
[8] Psalm 23:4
[9] Ephesians 5:15
[10] Isaiah 11:10
[11] Colossians 3:1-11
[12] Matthew 16:17-19
I Celebration in the Year 2000
Cultures combine with cornucopia chalices
Spinning with starry spices steaming dreams
All together with pollination of feather flowers
Flowing with global glowing hope harvests
We capture watercolor waterfalls words
From freedom chests echoing expressions
With experiences exalting joyful gemstones
Teaching circulation of time's dancing chapters
We interlock internally with orchestra grace
Where world's writers inscribe soul scrolls
II Desolation in the Year 2001
Insane airplanes fire and flame wanton wars
From unknown blistering hate death's fate
Buildings burn with smoky skeletons
Tomb's teeth bleed scythe seeds upon
aghast eyesight halting worldwide scarred souls
Ghosts of time's crimson crimes question peace
From horror history halls that crumble with calls
Ringing culture's forever communication chairs
Within time's decorative trusting chambers only
exist with sweating escorts to eagle engine exits
OF OUR SNOWBALLED LOVE
Let our love not be
Like a snowball in a fire;
But a deep freezer:
Solidified as can be,
Even in the hottest times:-
A SUMMER JUXTAPOSITION)
Wow…90 degrees!
Suddenly, white clouds...dark blue:
Then, steaming rain falls
Rich and poor, good and evil, light and dark
Juxtaposition examples living on a lark
Sliding down a hill in east Central Park
Inviting hot and cold, benign and stark.
I am unbreakable,
Strong like steel,
No, diamond.
You can hurt me.
That’s fine.
I’ll bounce
Right
Back.
I am frail,
Flimsy like playing cards,
Barely here,
Barely hanging on.
You can push me.
That’s fine.
I’ll fall
Down
Slowly.
I am broken,
Shattered like mirrors,
Splintered on the floor.
You can break me.
That’s fine.
It’s just
Another
Crack.
I am intact,
Held together like patchwork,
Carefully fixed.
You can tear me.
That’s fine.
I was made
Like
That.
I am loud,
Crashing like the waves,
Pounding to the shore.
You can hush me.
That’s fine.
I won’t
Stay
Quiet.
I am undefined,
Unknown like fire,
A mystery even science can’t classify.
You can label me.
That’s fine.
I’ll tear
It
Off.
I am invisible,
Hidden like gravity,
Still very much here.
You can see me.
That’s fine.
Blink and I
Disappear.
A summer rain falling,
Fierce winds blowing hard;
Ping-pong hale pounding:-
Shortly thereafter,
The rain and wind are no more;
Sun's back...thunder roars:-
Nature can be weird,
Sharing her thunderstrom treats
On a summer day
Fabricated coast, they arranged a brigade
Aggregated to oppose, braving the waves
Saturated stones, awaiting decay
Exaggerated to juxtapose,
The real contained by the fake.
Professing control, they replaced the coast
Repressing the flow, sustained only to erode
Acquiescing the blows, an unstable repose
Depressing the both, the wave and the stone.
What matters most is their role fulfillment
as feathered fowls mentioned by the Scriptures
and they, as God’s wondrous ocean creatures
triumphant midst freedom-geared commitment.
Optimizing well their musical zest
song birds render their chorus with delight
while fishes exercise production might
achieving for the best, feeling so blest.
With contrasting pursuit midst their design
they enjoy serenely granted lifestyle
never competing, nor jealous... meanwhile
complementing each other as they shine.
Learning from birds, I would sing and soar high
then from fishes, maximize and share grace
being a blessing in running life's race*
accomplishing, whether I swim or fly.
*Isaiah 40:31 - But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
June 24, 2024
10th place, "Contrast" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Hilo Poet; judged on 7/13/2024
Surrealistic impulses
create songs impositions
upon the sphere of
evening coincidences
that beckon truth
beyond the scope
of reality as
you finally realize
that to some
it's just a problem
upon their realm
of personal satisfaction
Inter-relationships surface
amidst the turmoils
of daily excursions
siphoned through kaleidoscopic
determinations that have
no basis in justice
but are constructed
amidst contemporary delineations
that stifle happiness
High rise are like trees
Standing, one is lifeless
Other is full of life.
Its a fanfare day
feed into my dream
if you want to
all this love and nomenclature
is just a trying zone
I sit with our lives
preen shelter
our days will be blowing
pear nosed
we are unwinding
we are all traveling parallel lines
into the twilight zone
I lightly throw off my juxtaposition
Going chaotic commotion.
Peculiar evolution.
On evolution species are jumbled.
Running transformation being crumbled.
Just hesitating WasParrot,
whether to swallow Wasp or not ?
To WolFlamingo, Wolf suggests
not to fly but walk in forest.
Now OwLion is in dismal
Confused ! A bird or animal ?
Dog and Goose are turning DoGoose.
Identity: Which one to lose ?
WhalEagle doesn't know to decide,
to fly or sink in sea to hide !
TigeRobin singing sweet song :
Also roars loud showing tongue long.
For CaTortoise, it's hard to tell :
In land or sea ? where to dwell ?
KingfisheRabbit not confident:
Is it a bird or a rodent !
Bird or animal ? Which is true ?
For the species DucKangaroo.
SquirreLobster in great trauma :
To climb or swim , in dilemna.
Helpless SheePeacock to outrage
to offer wool or show plumage ?
Effortless waves of radiance cast on toward the abyss,
Tethered between worlds of light and dark, of despair and
Hope; An inherent need to become sentient in an age where
Everyone has become married to the digital. A beauty that is
Real and solid, yet weightless as a sparrow’s feather.
Entering a peaceful stillness born from nature, whose
Artistry is evident within the strength of thirsty roots; the
Letters and codes of the universe lay dormant in fallen rain.
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