It's been a while since I've prayed for someone I don't know
A siren brought the mind afoot to somewhere I should go
'sif wakening vestigial impulse buried long ago
Sunk deep beneath incline that's keeping me from what's below
But something in our makeup made up by a stronger hand
Is there if we but care for care and follow it's command
For even when we scraped our knuckles 'cross a barren land
We somehow knew alone alone is not how we were planned
I felt kinship with alone ~until alone was no longer optional.
gathered ‘round the table
smiles match, a kinship
develops in an instant
when Trust makes an entrance
dressed in fiery blue
souls warm then weave together
our differences subside
as Trust sits down to dine
Conflict wages war -
yet the good soldier desires
true kinship, through peace.
When shall people see?
That love and kindness don't make -
a moral man weak.
Unity and grace -
wisdom, guidance, courage, love.
Does, a true man, make!
01.31.2024
Our way of looking at people traverses
The complex multi-layered perception
Manifested in the myriad motifs
We design for the animated images.
The superficial visual discernment
Transforms transiently into deep sensitivity
Takes symbolic shapes on the mental screen
Our focused inner sight desires to see in people.
The external attributes of appearance per se
Disappear within the meaningless subjectivity
At the hermitage of godly soul of oneness we look
Inspired by the supreme spirit of divine kinship.
_______________
January 10, 2023
Contest : The Way We Look
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
All the voices of the ages recognized within our own,
these few words we know, arranged and rearranged,
to shape our hearts that you may know us,
say the things that make life matter,
stay the ash that fires scatter,
make of us a moment to be shared.
this voice, that word, sounds so full and shaped,
forsaken souls misplaced, misspelled, and left for dead:
arise, searching for our own, that somehow
one may know another is; and somehow one
may touch more than this substance known as life,
to breathe the ether of each moment passing
long after silent hours have drowned our ears.
I feel like we could
sing one of those righteous
civil rights anthems.
“We shall overcome”
goes to the pandemic point,
and we could hold hands.
Our kinship is dear, and earned,
with simple sacrifices.
Our struggle isn’t over.
The kidhood friends duo in action
Ignited my poetic passion
With twin torrents of hair in pic
Bestows me the joy cascadic
What a way to appear on screen
Well, it's enlightened me umpteen
Inspiring is the bond unique
Between these belles prolific
A wish gushes from heart mine
May their kinship be intact and fine..!!
Beneath the cusp of Sagittarius
The archer stands to aim his arrow bold
Poised to reign on heaven's great nebulous
To pierce winter's heart to usher the cold
Early frost kindles blazing hearths inside
Where huddled happy souls snuggle by fire
And speak kindred words of future Yuletides
Festively singing with voices inspired
Thanksgiving supper brings smells to delight
Friends and folks rejoice with good hearts living
The blessings of days with holidays bright
The wondrous festive 'Season of Giving'
Beneath the cusp of Sagittarius
The gift of thanks brings out the best in us
November 3, 2019
New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Completely Your Choice (29) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
In celestial pristine panorama of nothingness,
primal photon restless in the vacuum milieu,
undefined in the cauldron of infinity.
Explosive singularity of the creation
conceived matter of the God particles,
encrypting the cosmic algorithm of existence,
decoded in the spread of space on time.
Essence of creator’s particles in everything extant,
the universal kinship soul perceives*.
*One of the tenets of Vedic philosophy.
July 3, 2019
Contest : The Universe
Sponsor : Nina Parmenter
© 2010 (Jim Sularz)
Caught a kinship from Ellis Island,
sailed to craggy shores across the pond.
Burnished bayonets shimmered in a bright warm sun,
on a Western Front by dawn.
Surging waves of men in full retreat,
pungent death was everywhere.
Screams from sweet smelling poison gas,
were mere whispers, through burning tears.
The War to end all Wars came to an end,
but the end, would never really come.
While the hearts and souls of military men,
were made of tanks, battleships, and bigger guns.
A kinship sailed from isle and sea,
to Lady Liberty’s beckoning shores.
But Versailles, punished the innocent with a bitter price,
sowing seething hatred, a blinding fear,
- a World at War, once more and near.
Kinship
On my knees,
I found the broken pieces
were all about our broken treaties.
So singular,
Less materialistic shrieks.
This was your demanded 'relationship' ,
Where I was dead under
your beloved
'kinship'.
S•R•
@thatoneshe_
People come to tell me your weaknesses
They come with a list of vices and faults
When they are done, I laughed out their meanness
But they make me love you more for your faults.
Our relationship assigned forever
The will stamped and signed, never to depart
We ought to love in fair or foul weather
We may retract the heart though cannot part.
Our love is priced more than the world can hold
A vast reservoir, the rivers can’t slake
We have built such secrecy quite controlled
Our manners will overcome if there’s slack.
Let’s us be patient in love while we live
When we’re no more, forever we may live.
+++
September 2, 2014
Form: Sonnet (Pentameter Syllable count-140)
Sixth Place Win
Contest: Intimate Relationship by Regina
‘`’`’`’`’’’’’’```
From diverse time zones, we gather
knitting words for all soupy friends
united by warmth and laughter
from diverse time zones, we gather
Language of praises, we saunter
beyond hearts, kinship never ends
from diverse time zones, we gather
knitting words for all soupy friends
©triolet/ 8 syl count
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Carol Brown’s What I Love Most About Poetry Soup
By nette onclaud
1/19/12
Rat to Bat: "Sir, up close you look like a rat.
I"d like to call you cousin
if you won't mind that."
Bat to Rat: " No, impudent rodent, you're crass,
denizen of the gutter
without a touch of class.
You creep while I swoop, you crawl while I fly.
In evolution's totem pole
you're low, I'm high.
Im cousin of the larks, you're kin of the gnats.
Listen: Angels are to humans
as bats are to rats!"
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