Long Absolving Poems
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Beginnings Know Only Beginnings
by Odin Roark
Start
Go
Begin
Proceed
So many ways nature uses language
Yet a species of intellectual wealth
Decides there must be
Stop
End
Cease
Finish
From where might this human twist of logic originate?
Where did the denial of nature’s wisdom commence?
Some might opt for the bone as weapon
Where life could be ended
Be it beast
Or Neanderthal
So might have arisen
The dawn of weaponry
Of pugilist mind-set
Combatant possibility
Ruler
King
Emperor
Pope
Seer
Inevitably
A child crawls to walk
Walks to run
Runs to reach…
Bone
Spear
Sword
Gun
Missile
Yes
How well we’ve determined
The learned antitheses of beginnings
Absolving the guilty of insanity
In order to hasten an end
Hurriedly we await
A jettisoning of existence
Into what few accept
As particle-destiny
Another regurgitation of self-administered poison
Into the beginning of another coalescence
The kind we reject by thinking
There is somehow a finite end
Save some who anticipate a hereafter
To everything
So…
Bring it on we proclaim
How foolish the heart’s compliance
When the mind’s capacity
Knows better
Knows well reason and passion
Are essential partners in wisdom
Offering alternatives
And yet…
Having failed yet another repair, on the leaking rods
I spit my liquified bowels all over the walls
Retching up toxic filth within
an expectoration of black lumpy phlegm
forms a pebbledash of grotesque sin
Some I recognize, some I can’t figure out
but it’s me, spewing cancer is my distinctive subtlety
carries my mark, the mark of a closet misanthropist
the splattered mucus develops into a mural
speckled with irradiated lies
Etching deep into the walls
a perfect reflection of my gangrenous soul
Instinctively eating the flesh off my hands
takes away the gnawing pain of paranoia
absolving my torments once and for all,
unencumbered at last, I now feel the truth, agony is real.
look at me, look inward at my outward humiliation
Bleeding out, upon his own sick soul
innards burning like hell
The walls turn molten
meltdown complete
By
David Kavanagh
"Boundless are the blessings of benevolent lord bestowed upon humans! "
Almighty is my best friend.
Bestows bountiful blessings on me everyday.
Carefully crafts my full life and it's happenings.
Desires my emancipation and works towards it with dedication.
Enlightens me with the knowledge of absolute.
Faith I have is maintained steady by him.
Grateful I am to him for bestowing me with human life.
High hopes of salvation I have for he is so benevolent.
Incessantly he works for absolving my sins.
Journey do far wouldn't have been possible without him.
Kind he has been to me ever since I can recollect.
Loves me selflessly for I am his part.
Merciful he is, forgives me every time.
Never an error in his justice can be seen.
Often overtly helpful towards me.
Perfectly he has crafted me and my life.
Quietens my wavering mind with uplifting thoughts.
Restores my faith back whenever I loose it.
Simply amazing are his acts.
Touches my life with countless blessings everyday.
Under his care I feel protected.
Verily he is everything for me here.
Wishing to be besides him to serve him.
Xenomorphic form of him I wish to see.
Yearning of my soul one day I am confident he will fulfil.
Zealous of merging with him with zeal and enthusiasm.
Note: This muse fills me with peace and joy. Thanks for the beautiful contest and topic.
2nd position
Defeated as I stand on the shores of my voided mind.
Lost in the dark depths of this darkness, light impossible to find.
Picking up the pieces, I can no longer keep myself composed.
Cursed, it seems all good has always been opposed.
I’m nothing but barren, misbegotten.
Abhorrent behavior caused me to be forgotten.
Left alone to suffer, my fate is inconsequential.
Doom looming over, this crisis is now existential.
Dead I stand with no will to grow.
Behind my mask, the truth I won’t show.
I’ve grown numb, again I’m reeling.
Spiraling rapidly, eviscerate all feeling.
Memories eradicated.
Wretchedness allocated.
Fuel to ignite a lifetime of despair.
Contorted visions love to torment and scare.
Weighing me down, this unbearable gravity.
An eidolon, I’ve succumbed to insanity.
Rage festering within, battling with my own mortality.
Deranged thoughts begin, diminishing my mentality.
Spiraling down to my end of my rope, life is dissolving.
Lost all essence of hope, the abhorrence is absolving.
Manifesting my own demise.
I’ve become everything I despise.
Walking through life with no hope, no faith.
Walking through life, all I am is a wraith.
A ghoul, walking with nothing left to lose.
Living a life that is the definition of a ruse.
Ah, Love,
you come;
all confusion suddenly grows calm,
and all I thought within me dead
arises with new life.
I am enraptured,
surrounded by your divine presence;
eternity seems hushed and still,
and time and space suspended
before thy probing rays.
I cleanse my soul
in your absolving stream,
and I grow aware beneath
your penetrating light.
I am known--
and Love will during me into knowing
both myself and you.
I cast away all caution;
I abandon my soul
to your gentle wooing,
stripped of all pretension.
My naked spirit
goes laughing before you,
for to be known
is to be
fully clothed.
Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson
People ask how this yearlong will come
to pass, of which parts are the triumphs
and stench of learning... of why blossoms
drop on cobblestones ravaged
by a wildfire tearing velvet buds,
flatlining: the male stamen and female pistil
barren from incessant drought.
And why of all things, must god-children
endure anxieties trapped in houses
yearning to grasp a firefly on the lane,
to hug grandparents, not from a distance
but...but in the flesh of every day--
Add into this equation an insatiable need
for human connection where friends, kin gather
like a warm herd exchanging intimacies
skin to skin, mouth on mouth, arm in arm---
This is limbo within the inferno of the living,
while Pilates from urban jungles rinse their hands
absolving themselves from mortal sins...
an epoch of how time's pleasure or pus could pass.
Craig Cornish's 2020 Contest
5/23/2020
trolaan
God placed me in a great nation...
gave me the free choice to succeed,
guaranteed my education,
groomed me as I learned to believe.
Only God could create a world
of infinite wisdom and grace,
offering His mercy unfurled
on all who put sin in its place.
Naturally He knows what is best,
no way I’m arguing with God.
Now when He puts me to the test
notwithstanding, I can applaud.
Accepting His will is my goal,
all God does is perfect and good.
Absolving sin, He grants my soul -
Adherence to do as Christ would.
FYI: The Trolaan form created by Valerie Peterson Brown, is a poem consisting of 4 quatrains. The lines in each quatrain begin with the same letter. The rhyme scheme is ABAB. The writer chooses the initial letter which starts the lines of the first stanza.
For the 2nd stanza, each line will begin with the second letter of the first word in Stanza one.
For the 3rd stanza, each line will begin with the second letter of the first word in Stanza two.
For the 4th stanza, each line will begin with the second letter of the first word in Stanza three.
When I join myself in prayer
all the survivors; all those still able to bear witness
regarding my twisted way through the moments
and decades come together in the nothing flat
all eager to tell their tales once more.
The dead speak little;
ushering blindfolded angles
lead them into my presence
yet they are reluctant to testify or blame.
The survivors line up ready to spill all the beans
or elaborate upon some minor escape from
a near miss, or a cliff edge pull-back
when I gabbed myself away, not from the fall
but from the hard ground.
I listen nodding like a priest in a confessional box
absolving some, scorning others, dismissing many.
After this séance with myself,
I take an Ambien and sleep
dreaming of a life that once had meaning.
The rainfall pulls me in
swooping over everything
every inch in every depth within
whatever it may bring
swarming sultry upon my brain
informs me it’s absolving time
It washes Mother Earth clean again
Her lush pleasure garden sublime
I splendor in life’s grapevine,
the olive trees,
I drink its wine
and dine with its oil
It’s with these
I am of those who’ll spoil
wash away exterior walls!
groom your insides
rainwater rising falls
dripping down my cheeks
pounding pavement
the path a river that peaks
sweeping me in wavering repent
swept up then for ransom held
Rapids reach out—it petrifies
the wilderness in my soul
begging for its alibis
—to keep me from its toll
I’m caught up in it
saturated in its wet fury
my sticky skin is lit
with colors of curry
dissolving velveteen mascara
it runs, mapping the lines on my face
like something from the common era
The Messiah, there’s not a trace
Mopping up what’s on my mind
in a world that drags me down
pouring drips of brimstone bind
leaking baths of sulfur drowns
my enemy, the nemesis that was I
the Universe enacting retribution
from on high
Alas, stoned by the thousands
reborn and boughten back to life
out from the alabaster sands
bitter salt no longer rife
suffocating the sum of all sins
thanking the Heavenly Father
A poet begins…
…renews all with His renowned rain
prophesizes us as Epicurus rises
as does the absence of pain
a philosopher’s sonic temple baptizes
This love gives
Its kinetic pleasure purifies
It's katastematic satisfaction!
Its universe verifies
Till the rain comes again
This tranquil life lives
There Once Was A Man ...
There once was a man, oh so brave
Who would sleep in a hole, called a grave ...
Well, him being the host
To so many a ghost,
He arranged a big bash, called a rave
In days of Neanderthal knaves
When the men ruled like kings in their caves ...
and not being too keen
About keeping them clean ...
Often took on some wifes, called them slaves
There once was a man with a stave
Overseeing a holy enclave ...
Well, maintaining a grin
While absolving the sin,
He assessed wicked tales and forgave
There once was a monk with a wave
Who desired a head with a shave ...
Well, the barber was such
That she cut back too much
Thereby leaving his globus concave
There once was a man in the nave,
Although pious he could not behave ...
But they paid him no mind,
’Caus his name was maligned,
Being simply a sinner to save
There once was a man quite depraved
A voluptuous life was thus craved ...
Well, continuous sin
Ended doing him in -
On his tombstone they carved ‘Misbehaved’