When existential angst and doubt meet faith,
the saved hold on and cleave unto their God
through prayer; like Job's wife, apostates oft' saith
“Curse God and die!” when lightning strikes the rod:
consumed by the bolt's power, it loses
hope in the celestial Creator (leaven
of doubt leavens the saints; even Moses,
the Nile-cruising infant sent as from heaven
by Lights, could not invoke ten commandments
from the Mount to erase Israel's trespass
of lacking faith.). The old and new testaments
of antique, ancient time (when giv'n en masse)
reveal and offer for posterity
faith's assured reward and reality!
Categories:
leavens, christian, death, faith, god,
Form: Sonnet
The Bijou Gift
David J Walker
Lifestreams from mountains
Into pools of liquid blue
From heavens golden fountains
On paths that we once knew
The sun shines on halos
A prisms filtered awed
A mystery Incognito
Reveals the face of God
Clouds part the heavens
The fog must surely lift
consultation sweetly leavens
Reveals the Bijou gift
Categories:
leavens, faith,
Form: Rhyme
A meal worm eats me like a gourd of flesh,
this slimy beast I dread; two weeks or more
until my heart's (that once was young and fresh)
a hole that brims with the plaque of its gore.
Soft-bodied, legless, and writhing, this meal worm,
like yeast that leavens a raw loaf of baked bread,
or phage that necrotizes like a germ,
consumes its host until it's thoroughly fed.
Elongated and portly, like a porcine
(a fat creature and ravenous parasite!)
with the over-sized appetite of a swine,
you threaten me with a sick, terminal blight.
But if I were the brave one, O meal worm,
I'd make a meal of you and watch you squirm!
Categories:
leavens, extended metaphor, heart, horror,
Form: Sonnet
A little leaven leavens the whole lump,
A moment of festering,
The whole body is thrown off balance,
The whole body is out of coordination,
A moment of taking off the eyes,
A moment of negligence,
Wound festers and pesters the body,
It is infected and
defects the body’s mechanism,
Let wound be washed clean,
Disinfected and protected,
Covered with a sterile covering,
Its healing, our benefit,
Its rejuvenation, our energizing,
Festering wound,
A bane to mankind’s pursuit.
March 8, 2022
Pick - A - Title Poetry Contest: Festering Wound
Edward Ibeh
Categories:
leavens, emotions, imagery,
Form: Free verse
She is adorn in henna blooms
Her lips as red as crimson
Her fragrance fills rooms like pillars of smoke
Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense
Betrothed to One Husband
A marriage of minds
A virgin hard to find
A chaste virgin Bride
She is called to be Holy
Pure and intolerant to sin
A spotless wife without blemish
She bears pleasant fruits, the very best
She has marred her beauty
She has turned away and is gone
She has given in to idolatry
Espousing to another deity
She’s like a leaven that leavens the lump
The Bride in town is corrupted
“Your garment is greatly polluted; you have played the harlot with many lovers,
yet return to me”, says the Lord. Jeremiah 3:1b
Categories:
leavens, beautiful, divorce, engagement, forgiveness,
Form: Free verse
please meet me as the sun is setting
by the old mill road
we’ll spend an evening not forgetting
sharing heart’s abode
we’ll take a stroll down to the river
by the city park
and cling together as we quiver
feeling chill at dark
then count the stars up in the heavens
lying in the grass
while holding tight as passion leavens
touches that trespass
I long to hear your gentle whisper
softly in my ear
sweet words of love that make heart blister
begging to endear
tonight, my love, let’s meet at sundown
through the park we’ll stroll
together far away from uptown
losing all control
December 13, 2018
Categories:
leavens, love, romantic, sunset,
Form: Rhyme
Know ye not,
a little leaven leavens the whole lump
Mix in a few little lies,
and make the unleavened bread rise
Puffed up full of pride
Mix in a little leaven,
and you gotta toss the whole batch out
Same as when Satan got tossed out of heaven
Know ye not,
a little leaven of wickedness mixed in,
is gonna cause spiritual rot
Nothing but a batch full of sin ...
throw it all out
Then make a new unleavened lump,
of only truth and sincerity
Know ye not,
this is the pure way the holy bread of life be
Categories:
leavens, allegory, introspection, spiritual, truth,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Every resonance
that seems to bring into life
It makes one's being
a likely confounded mind
yet leavens its fleshliness
03/25/16
Note:
* "Like a bee in a bottle"
is an idiomatic expression of
resonance
*Thus, this poem has something
to do with the law of resonance
4th placer in a contest (April 23, 2016)
Categories:
leavens, confusion, metaphor, music, nature,
Form: Tanka
An adjustment of ageless allure,
Buzzing bees, chirping birds,
Conversations confused, girls play coy.
Disconcerted; demanding; desire.
Early stages evolving each day,
Form like fiddleheads frolicking free.
Geographically girls giggle and grow.
Heartache upon heartache, puppy loves.
Inquisitiveness highlighting “I.”
Joys and joviality gyrate.
“K-I-S-S-I-N-G” song starts.
Love laughing like time never ends…lost.
Multifaceted mysterious.
Nervously naughty or not teens date,
Obsessed with opulence and opposites.
Quiet quivering excites each touch.
Restraints regress as id versus superego.
Summertime separations suffering,
Teen bodies attain spanking new shapes.
Until one day, change is in full bloom.
Violets and roses scent life’s richest love.
Willfully, sometimes not, passion arrives.
Xanadu escapes from childhood dreams.
Yesterday leavens into tomorrow’s maturity.
Zestfully, adulthood thrives.
Copyrighted October 18, 2014
Categories:
leavens, life, miracle,
Form: Abecedarian
A bang rattles the heavens,
The earth shakes, jiggles, and leavens.
Silence swarms hell. Black darkness!
Humans wonder, panic at the madness!
Close to an hour, darkness prevail.
Close to an hour, hearts fail.
"What happened?" whispers creep in fear.
Then thunder booms from heaven's rear.
Light balloons, sweeps the world.
A voice rings, across the earth whorled:
"It's finished, Death 's dead."
© 2013
Categories:
leavens,
Form: Rhyme
Light leavens leaden doors.
Genealogies of genocide are lost
in long night rides through thistled trees,
dark reunions of distant blood.
Kinships are recounted, mantras murmured
of summer savory and sorrel flaxseed
like scars on wrists, a sparrow grass of needles.
We are immutable, terra cotta with wild glints
of sea-flecked eyes--
a mask of freedom, a final submission.
Origami moths mime legends in tallow lights,
stigmata their small dyings with rites of regeneration:
bleeding dim faiths, sealing silent sins
with the infection of sky.
We become insane shadows, cloistered cousins
of a dark, moist marrow
mythological as opaque men in pale pearled sheets,
chiaroscuro faces written in a white rage of worms.
Categories:
leavens, angst, childhood, death, faith,
Form: Free verse