Long Agape Poems
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The gatherings of the souls, it's not about our vessels
It’s not about the foods meats, or vegetables
shall we cherish in thanks giving
we eat, It's not about the political or flesh nor political things
It's not about the gathering if were hold on to animosity
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Let us gather in Agape
Let us embrace our spirit, souls and hearts;
we shall cherish in thanks giving
Ever Godly thankful for ALL things HE does;
Grateful this new day dawn...Cherish in Thanks Giving
As we are ever so shall are Cherish in thanks giving
11/27/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Margin of Error
By Mark D. Stucky
If, statistically, Adam and Eve
hadn’t exceeded Eden’s margin of error,
would lambs now be lounging with lions?
Would toothy T-Rexes have been vegan?
Would we love our neighbors and enemies
as we love our less-than-perfect selves?
Would we make war no more
and have peace on earth?
But, certainly, mistakes were made!
And now, we should wherever possible
correct for past and future errors,
across centuries of commissions and omissions.
Like the trembling woman sprawled in the dust,
“go and sin no more” is also meant for us.
(First published in Agape Review, 29 May 2022. See also my poems “Words in the Wind” and “Hate Vacuuming?”)
(Image by Engin_Akyurt on Pixabay.com.)
the one thing that mankind can't seem to live without
is a love that's unconditional without question or doubt
Phileos love is the type of love that exists between friends
Eros love is the romantic love between women and men
but Agape love is the type of love that we all seek
an unlimited and unconditional love that we would all like to meet
a love that does not care about one's intelligence or beauty
a love that is not dependent on one's financial obligations or duty
a love that only gets stronger from day to day
a love straight from the heart that will never go astray
God allows us to experience His love authentically
for Agape love is a love of unconditonality
a love everlasting that will never die
a love transcending from the Kingdom up high
a love that will never diminish nor abate
a love that is alive and straight
a love that will make 2008 great
God loved us so much that He sent us His only child
a messenger of love to be with us for a little while
He came in human form to modify our behavior
to show us a pure love that was truly worthy of a Savior
humble in His manner and wise in His ways
He showed us a type of love that is unheard of in this day
and despite being persecuted, tormented and beaten to a pulp
at His last meal with His betrayer He did sup
and despite being denied three times by His most devoted friend
with His blood dripping on Mount Calvary as His life was about to end
with His dying breath He said to His Father God
"forgive them" for they are unaware of the love I came to impart
and that is the type of love we need to keep alive and straight
a love that will make the year 2008 great
to fall in love with Jesus is the best thing you could ever do
to have a true and honest love the will never fail you
a love between you and your personal Savior
a love that will make you want to change your behavior
a love that will never turn to hate nor discriminate
a love that is pure, true, alive and always straight
a love that will make the year 2008 great
Ego, not love, seeks vibrational match
for love is simply an effervescence
like yonder sun, lighting up each dark patch,
being quintessence of our soul’s essence.
Is not fickle love, that seeks a caress,
being dependent upon an exchange;
which if denied, soon begins to regress,
succumbing to cravings, our soul finds strange?
Love that is pure, is of the agape kind,
non-judging, all-embracing compassion,
a sublime radiance, no urge can bind
but perhaps such love is not in fashion.
If endearment be reduced to a trade,
deludedly, we assign love a grade.
Deludedly, we assign love a grade,
higher, if it gratifies our ego,
which is afraid to call a spade a spade,
need to be stroked, unable to let go.
As life unfolds and our consciousness shifts,
we may find that our interests diverge
but elixir of pure love, all hearts lifts,
radiating at all times, a bliss surge.
What matters at all times, is simply this,
that we see in our partner, divine light,
ensconced wherein, both our souls merge to kiss,
drenched in bliss mists, heightening heart’s delight.
Where love pulsates, there can remain no catch;
ego, not love, seeks vibrational match.
I saw the little green light shimmering from my window
"come join us in the forest" they whispered my way
"they are all asleep and it is Christmas day
come join us, on mother earth's parkay"
said the harpist as she plucked a unicorn glowed
Two emerald wings clapping happily, a hummingbird fairy
a tiny snail and the deer, all part of the master plan
the beaver sat on the plaid, a gift from good old Nan
joined to the hip with a bunny named Stan
and singing mushrooms, so light and so airy
Yes off the the forest I glided alone and quite content
as the fish with his mouth agape treaded the waters of jubilee
the glen came alive with festive sounds, a garland of poetry
I was transported into a different world to party,
it was like celebrating with friends, beneath a magic tent.
Contest name Party Folk Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
December 12, 2020
The stars come out tonight.
Do you see the ones I do?
That starlit, divine connection
When our DNA magically combined,
Dancing in harmonic coordination.
I can feel your hands in mine so
strong and able!
And I am 29 once again,
Your soft, sweet hurricane.
Putting my key in the door lock..
Laughing as your arms encircle me.
Off flew my shoes, keys rapidly
tossed on the table!
Heading for a future on the couch.
Thank God, there was no cable!
And I? Was so wonderfully, lost.
Eros inspired, as were you!
Both of us willing and more than able.
I, so terribly breathless!
My dancing, sparkling eyed lover, you!
I was absolutely yours for the taking,
And, oh, how well, you knew that.
We walk in our daughter today...
Compassionate, terrifically loving.
How she literally shines of you!
A chromosomatic daily reminder of
The same music still playing,
That memorable night of Agape Mou!
Panagiota Romios
3/7/2019
(In memory of the 19 children and two adults killed by gun violence in Uvalde, Texas on May 24, 2022…as well as the countless others who have and who will suffer similar fates.)
Firearm Requiem
By Mark Stucky
In the U.S., guns outnumber people
and sales outpace population growth.
Guns under beds.
Guns in closets.
Guns in cars.
Guns in trucks.
Guns in purses.
Guns in holsters.
Guns in forests.
Guns in offices.
Guns in classrooms.
Guns here.
Guns there.
Guns everywhere.
Guns pointing at them.
Guns pointing at me.
Guns pointing at you.
Why let so many fingers on so many triggers?
Why protect guns more than lives of children?
Why choose gun wrongs over gun laws?
Why is America the monarch of mass shootings?
Did gun rights come from Mt. Sinai,
written by God’s own fingers?
Did (not) guns (once again)
make America great(ly pained)?
When will we as a nation
collectively have courage
to save generational blood
and beat guns into plowshares?
(First published in Agape Review, 15 June 2022. See also my poems “Hate Vacuuming” and “Weapons of Wonder.”)
When it comes to fantasy your still my go to man
late at night as my pillow creases from abuse
I lay there still and let my senses reel
with the touch of your eyes and the brush of your
corpuscle smile...
As morning arrives flushed with the memory
of yesterday's salty dream
I stand at the window staring at a tousled girl
who rims the shadows of an early morning rill
Curtains agape, kitchen lights on,
a fatalistic morning arrives
as I recall the reflections of a warm body
and words, of unspoken feel ;
I unflinch and whisper I love u's ,
to the wind
and the debris,
outside my front yard.
Love so you may understand, says Aristotle
I read this with a vague startle.
Love's no ordinary knowledge, says Foucault
who made power/knowledge into an occult.
Love thy neighbor, says the Lord
I'm in complete accord
but with the caveat
he changes his old coat.
Love is absurd, says Camus
an existential muse.
But for Sartre love is joy in action
a fine contraption.
For Luther it meant divine agape
in tension with eros's landscape.
I settle with Plato's art of beauty
and Rousseau's free will instead of duty.
All that's best in theology of love
particularly Dr. King's gift of love,
yet beware of perils of self-love.
PLAYING WITH FOOD
For salad when I cut the cucumber
neatly all into circular pieces,
Before chewing I start piercing fork
making emoji: smiling faces.
Poured hot soup in favourite bowl.
In force dropped bread crumbs chips
Ripples spread in circles touching edge.
I enjoy and then started to sip.
While taking popcorn loitering in my yard
amidst of flocks of crows to caw and hop,
They walk and rush with mouth agape
I throw corn direct to the mouth to drop.
06/ 02/22
A Merger With Food
Third Place
Contest by Natasha L Scragg