Long Aked Poems
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J-AMES the son of Zebedee
U-NBLAMABLE faultless, guiltless, harmless
L-AZARUS raised from the grave and saved
I-AM Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the Ending said He the LORD
U-NSEARCHABLE God's wisdom, knowledge, and understanding
S-TRENGTH with salvation, with power, with love, and a sound mind
L-IFE have it more abundantly
A-PPLE OF HIS EYES that we see the way
W-ALK not in darkness anymore
R-ENEW the mind daily with His Word of Faith
E-NRICHED with the river of God
N-AKED and opened before His eyes we are
C-HRIST the King came to save the world
E-TERNAL LIFE that we may have
Into myself I do travel, when I close my eyes and listen to the beats of my heart
Never fear, whisper I to myself, never fear the depth of the unknown
The being of Man does be a mystery, answers are there, in ourselves
Reading our soul, listening to our inner consciousness shall take us there
Or talking to our soul, shall take us to where the Maker does be
Sitting, watching us, expecting from us, even hoping for love from us
Pray, our soul does be a wonder, none do know of what it does look like
Earth and its being itself does be a puzzle, a puzzle I shall unravel...
Call I to myself, call I to the nothingness in my mind
To grant me a hint, a vision of what cannot be discerned by the waking state
Instrospective meditation, the time I do feel like I am living, when all of my
Organs do relax and when open does be soul, open to receive truth
Naked soul, untainted by the many pleasures offered by this false world!
Colorful dreams shine a light
Opening joy within my heart
Music so lovely and bright
Insight as warm and wise as art
Naked truth shines so white
Gracing lives with a fresh start
Bringing back the wonder of love
Alive and alert, feelings so sure
Craving hope God sends from above
Keeping vigilant, a promise so pure
Happiness is alive and thriving, full
Opening up brave hearts to know
Memories chanting, by the handful
Enlightening sweet laughter to grow
Coming back home poetry contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
February 9, 2021
A kind word, of course,
Can soothe the flustered soul or bring a smile
To a frowning face. That’s a given, but
In one’s troubled times, words still are
Only words.
Naked they become, for we see right through them when
Sincerity is misspoken and devoid of thoughtful deed.
Simple gestures are more meaningful than pretty words.
Persuasive poets perhaps pen verses to their beloved
Elegant and extravagant like pearls. Empty all the same
Are artful words given in pretense or with thought of recompense.
Kindness for me is found in action!
Lovers - real and honest lovers - are
Obliging, and they are more than kind!
Unabashedly they step in to defend those whom they hold dear.
During good times and bad, they will be there,
Enduring every hardship by their lover’s side,
Relinquishing their own needs for the needs of their adored.
Thank God if such a man or woman
Has ever graced your life.
Actions of their ardor
Never should be taken for granted.
Words can be loud with promises,
Overflowing also with
Romance! But only a fool would
Deny that one's exhibition of love is
So much the sweeter!
Written March 29, 2016 for the Cliche contest of Silent One
E ntreating our persuasion
M anifesting that more is always better
P owering the effort to provide
T ables languishing with waste and
Y ears of abuse to abundance
F isheries of men
I dle in their satisfaction
E manating from their harvests
L ong overdue in sharing
D riving their gifts of plenty
S traight into the jaws of wastelands
O ver shoals of greed
F ailing to know their heart's content
P latitudes of gratitude
L ay empty and barren
E agerly spent then forgotten
N aked in their humbleness
T o the Gods of Cornucopia
Y ielding to a desolate starving future
April 27, 2020
Cornucopia Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
In My New Year’s Resolution I Vow
I solemnly declare under oats on the libel to walk
N aked with only a bellow with fellow utopians
M istletoe tattoos on my fingers criss-crossing in
Y onder to shepherd ‘blue sheep’ congregations
N oel novel nobility flying pigs dressed in purple
E merge from a smoke screen of incense sandal
W ood scandals on their quest to capture the moon
Y ou’ll have to bear with my golly batik on grizzly
E nchanted magic spills hailed comet drizzle and rain blows
A biding by enlightened dark chocolate scripture
R ock solid marsh mellows on twelve tables of sand
S unk quick in fluffy cuddles once dogma eats pie
R econfigured lolly popped pious conscription I resolve to
E nshrine on altar egos chapels custard apples
S weet sin of saviour and savages prophets and whiz
O n privets hedging bets on riveting cross bows in
L ucid delusions of light hearted senses’ scent
U surping snakes in the garden’s modest seduction in
T ransit transgression staking boundaries sake
I lluminated I will fly from chandeliers promise to
O bey only mocking jesters fooling the fools
N ever more will Nirvana shout at the Buddha
I n hearse verse and chapter closed by conscious
V irtue vilified by voracious villains vying for
O ms rosaries dumb bells from myriad towers
W hen my Weltschmerz and Zeitgeist tickle my treacle
22nd December 2016