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Feeling not thinking, soul with love linking
We attained God consciousness unblinking
Feeling, tattooed with hues so deep
The sin of bonding is not ours to keep
Feeling, guided by mystical auras
Can only create a more mesmerizing show of auroras
Set to blend in our ethos
As we shall feel in us, the expanse of the cosmos
God consciousness lies in being worthy of abidance
Feelings, started on Earth, do lead the dance
Though temporal, they shall turn eternal
And shall make of existence a flame, vibing with rhythms, acoustical
Feeling and not thinking
Thinking reaches a blurry ending
Feeling, on the other hand, creates poets amidst sleepiness
All set to turn silence into breathing forests!
His light. much brighter than the sun
Silhouettes of joy beneath His love
Hearts who believe His grace has won
There is relief that comes from above
Singing hope through the lonely soul
Promising peace to the heart who knows
His wonderful gifts will forever console
For those who know the One who rose
Faith fills the life who gives its praise
Leaving all sorrow in the deserted past
Stirring dreams that will completely amaze
Lifting sorrows, doubts and fears at last
His miracles fall across spirits who give
From the best of their gifts, their light
With hearts who know that He will forgive
All the sins that haunt through the night
Whispers of kindness fall from His book
The uplifting promises that bring guidance
To life, in the heart, everywhere you look
There is relief from strife with abidance
Mercies that silence every dark thought
Fill up the soul with joy, peace and hope
Encourage us to live in the way He taught
Praising the One who helps us to cope
His presence is like a gift or a prayer
Being answered with a gentle flame
Fire that thrives on this One we share
The gift who cleared us of all our shame
I’m thankful for the One who saved me
He poured out His grace from the tree
So that I could be redeemed, finally free
He poured out His love so I would agree
… He is the greatest gift ever given to me
Without a king,
We face the open waters of raging oceans
Seated upon rafts devoid of oars!
Without a king,
We gulp as shadows dance in broad daylight
Holding power in between their grips
Sneering at us as we wonder at what shall
Be our fates!
Without a king,
We all become asylum seekers
There where other kings rule
Imbibed with spiritual abidance
To moral principles!
Kings lead by example
And since we are submissive to their will
Are we not kings and queens
In our own right?
Don't we have to be accountable to how
We are slowly killing Earth?
Or to how selfish and evil we can be
Towards those whom we envy?
Can't we be empowered enough
To hold out hands to those drowning in deep wells?
Can't we dress ourselves with the robes of virtue
And lift up those who are oppressed,
Or deprived
In a world which shall never belong
To any of us,
Whether we be its king,
Or its subjects?
Kings are those who maintain order, to allow
Continuity and sustainability
King are those who shine on their thrones
Chosen, lauded and praised by their people
But then,
Kings are also those who remind us all
That we are also made of royalty
And that we can be the unsung heroes and heroines
Of the script that we play in, leading anonymously
But,
Rejoicing of the feel good factor that such gives us!
For Contest Encourage
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Written on 1/25/2022
Iron Balloons Concrete Skies
(PART 2)
The rising of iron balloons lifted into concrete skies
Fashioned on the hour filled, solid to the core
Defying gravity as they move on
Infinity looks back, far and away above causality
The restless day fills with bricks colliding frequently
Broken glass shatters as the casualty with related damages
Thick, green, shards look for objects to destroy
Rise to the alien worlds attention
More rounded than not, a shattered world survives nothing
Avoiding sharp edges, solids and liquids
Fluid in their movements
Colored orbs of iron growing heavier as they go floating
Balloons merge with concrete skies
Seen through neon trees perceived as oddities
Explored by astounded astronauts in wonder
Once discovered after midnight, which is always in existence
Observations on balloons are permitted by the crew
Limited operational parameters of planetary matters
Will be considered on underwater findings as well
Under scrutiny and compliance with the interstellar law
Such items found are not authorized to be handled
If discovered on the ground
Items can be looked at but not touched
Abidance of natural order must be trusted
To maintain the universe and pure science as perceived
Concrete ideas like skies have the final word
Iron clad, as it too has its pressure to do good
In the twinkling of an eye the sky collapses
Gravity eats its own
Black holes look for something to digest
Iron balloons can only do their best
slowly he picks away at the shell of his swathing
enough shrouded persona
the charade had to retreat
masquerades are for fools
the wise man moves on
weapons of self-destruction have powerful aims
delusion deception survival
denial protection abidance
incisive forearmed scars
harmful mind’s blades
finally he cracks under rapid oncoming fire
looks into gun barrel’s shine
focusses on the target
cradles the trigger
lets go of the pain
26th 2020
I gobble up books of holiness
Hoping to find the clues to demystify this illusory mess
I do believe in my faith, to it I do swear abidance
I do believe in unity, in the fact that all holy doors lead to the same place
But I cannot help getting more and more puzzled about our world
Yes, the more I indulge in it, the more I find it as being so absurd
It seems not to care about our being
It seems to only wish to keep on revolving
See the dead bodies being buried in submissive grief
A sight it is, which does feel as cold as an autumnal shedding leaf
Time, in such a case, much needed and heeded
Is all that is left to hope to being healed
Autumn does give way to Winter
Winter does promise us all, the joys of Spring, the warmth of Summer
Similarly, our scars shall heal
Life, this world, of such, does readily will
But then, I like not life here
Amidst a sea of confusion does it steer
Confusion and un-mindfulness
See, it is bent on being even when it has struck us with distress
Such was how I felt
When I paused and wondered about those vines
Those vines growing on those headstones,
Those vines caring not about that which I lost
Everything has to come and go
I shall someday no more have a shadow
But life shall go on
Yes, on my headstone, life shall go on
On my headstone, life shall say in an uncaring voice
What's gone is meant to be forgotten
Look not at what lay behind
Rather, focus on what lies ahead!
25th September 2016
Contest: Overgrown with Vines
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Perched on figurative shoulder...
taking devil's advocate stance...,
with sharp eyed cognizance
of course Joe King abidance!
Wild eyed traitor Joe Schmoe,
albeit Democrat subjects himself to grow
wing skepticism at impeachment show
whip lashed, viz strapping jock who stow
weapons of mashed destruction
expects at least one rotten tomato,
or "mother's petrified pop slop,
electronic brickbats, et cetera
hard as(s) bupkis targeting yours truly
smack dab rendering aspiring po'
wit smashing me face
courtesy final deathblow,
while pilloried vainly
waiting for... Godot,
cuz I must say impeachment travesty
appears triumphantly trumped,
where Nancy Pelosi will eat crow
proving Hillary Clinton's catchphrase
basket of deplorables apropos
aforementioned speaker of the house
tin pot dictatorial desperado
scuttling hither and yon to and fro
oddly enough even staking out
manhunt for Wizard of Oz
enlisting (right on the Dot) doggone toto
tense seat of pants increasing
stiff competition on all faux pas,
whereby freezeframe tableaux
icy (I see) as temperatures
dip down into five below
analogous to stop motion
projector manned by bonobo
sports petsmart stuff and struts
(think shock absorbed) ditto
Ringling Bros and Barnum
& Bailey Circus, where ma's yoyo
tricks, tracks, and trumps...
three ringed circus, nonetheless
(toe) nail biting suspense
amazingly graceful slick cameo
starring emperor donning
invisible new clothes
couture well worn portfolio
prosecutorial cadres itching
to dredge schmutz (quad) drilling,
and extracting ore region null
evidence upending forefathers status quo
appearing impressive bandying
sine qua non quid pro quo bingo
emphatic pedantic Latin Oh
though above named
language dead - Anglo
Saxon heavily and
will (yum) doth barr row,
especially to appear self important
those of the Senate
does saul full bellow.
Life, like a practiced comedian on the stage
Keeps smiling and frowning in turn.
Under the embers of joy that spark from our hearts,
Lies the pulverized heap of charcoaled dreams!
Sometimes I find life, a tight rope walk
When a false step can prove so very fatal
And fear it might land me in some bottomless abyss
Demanding me to proceed with utmost caution
At such times, I raise my heart in prayer
For divine assistance and godly intervention
Sure, this abidance in God keeps me on
When life turns a trek through labyrinthine paths
While staying at the Himalayan heights of joy
Sometimes I feel hurled down into the nadir of despair
Soon after proudly flaunting my trophy
I see myself smashed into utter defeat….
When trials and sorrows, thus dominate my life
And joy, I find is only a passing phase,
I turn to inspirational books and biographies of men
Who have dared and won against all odds
And thus fuel my mind with fresh hope
Sometimes when I feel moody for no reason
And am weighed down by an inarticulate ache
I make a stroll into nature, to the silent shade of trees
To hear the nightingales sing, to see the bees collecting pollen
To feast on the beauty that surrounds,
And inhale the salubrious air that comes wafting
Then I am filled with a new vigor and renewed zest
Brightening every corner of my darkened mind
In all ups and downs, when life becomes full of care
I withdraw into a lonely corner with my pen and paper
And tap at the fountain springs of my imagination
When a cascade of feelings plunge down from my heart,
Spurting out in broken jets with or without rhyme
Unveiling inmost secrets and thoughts of joy or gloom
Then it quickly hands me down with a therapeutic effect
And the storm inside ceases and a divine calm settles
April.3. 2022
What Keeps Me Going Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Cecelia Hopkins Drewer
Freedom, is heaven’s refrain!
It is God’s wish for all --
God’s beaming, ringing, trilling
soulful proclamation!
Rejoice...rejoice! Rejoice!
Sin is defeated. Let all our muted trumpets, together, those of every righteous being
unplugged, proclaim unfiltered, infused with infinite breath, rejoice!
Hear all created miracles, undefeated,
thunder Our Lord’s victory refurbished~ Christ is your triumphant, divine expression!
As the Choirs of good angels soothe the once inflamed hearts and minds
of their demon brothers and sisters, rejoice! Restore now wondrous,
blessed harmony! From all sanctified kingdoms, will out foul sedition.
Loudly declare all dimensions free from adulterous imprisonment. Liberate
perfect essence from Murderous rebellion.
The steel shackles of sin are now
broken, dissolved. Rejoice! Rejoice!
Sing out...loud and clearly --
Fill earth with effulgent echo, radiating spiritual bliss. let all
unsettling sentiments of supernal
fragmentation once again purely solidify,
reconstituted, repealing man’s polluted, scathing
ways. Lands, rivers and seas…Rejoice.
Stars, moons and their dark spaces between, light with
brotherly gleam! Rejoice! Bid all lifeforms celebrate! Man’s carnivorous
appetite at last subdued. Tamed and
conquered. It is the Lord’s hour! It is man’s
redeeming hour! It is Father’s
Grace and love come full circle.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!
Satan, himself, humbled before
the Throne of God, in true
abidance and repentance --
Christ heals, mends all minds and
hearts. Projecting eternal happiness; countless blessings forever multiplied,
richly indivisible. Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!
To listen to the world with my silence,
And feel the breath of life move in an out.
To search this quiet with heart's abidance,
And touch the soul, to free the dark of doubt.
To see the peaceful motion of flowers,
As they dance in soft breezes without care.
Feel warmth from sun's light that gently showers,
Kneel at the altar of my soul we share.
In green meadows of my heart I will lay.
Caress my soul in holy interlude.
Within this silent calm I will stay,
And find peace in temples of solitude.
I'll calm the restless soul, quiet its storm.
Beautiful its world in its purest form.
contest solitary moments
2/3/16
music used..Once Upon A Time In The West
by Andre Rieu..violinist