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mailed copious letters to friends
acquaintances, a couple to publisher
to elicit opinion which poet
perfection used to examine
acute as hesitation extracted
Darkness games —— Emily’s
intuitive aim put Robin Hood to
shame exacting was her Veracity
brook too clear to cross calmly near
So — this divinely embodied
Spirited Crystal lowered her sweetie
eats to children below her window
not resisting her feats Giggling
Family and contextual wealth a
gift from Lord Above though parental
closeness not too well fulfilled —-
adoring Austen and Vinnie jelled did
she Su as sister-in-law she could
not but completely open her door to this
endearing Core so smart with Presence
tangoing too impressive —— that rumours
abounded intimacy illegitimate
…
Flowers as neutral nifty charmers
Untainted with emotion her favourite
Devotion —- in perennial garden
Emily laboured with them advising
floundering pistils In own
orchards, fresh fields and woods
she knew them all as Inspiration
on willing call Spring or Fall
Emily —- an ember clear without masks
ambitions, mirages illustrious Lily light
from yonder
authentic her magnetic innocence sought
no validation Circled by Knowingness
within Singularity
sovereign her poems into Infinity
is sown ——- for near on two
centuries we now Crack her
Marbles which into booklets poetess
stitched
—- those on ink and under iridescent
skull nourishing West Cemetery
in Amherst dispersed
Emily’s ‘I felt a Funeral in my Brain’
STILL making Headlines
dying for Beauty surrendering
to Truth Penetrating pure her vibrations
across grey matter
She watches me
W R I T E
What was that you said?
That I lack the might to hold up the sky?
Speak for yourself. You don't know me. I don't.
And did you also say...
That I'd never reach the apogee
Of the towering mountain before me?
Speak for yourself. Watch me reach the summit
I heard through the grapevine
That you laughed and claimed
The goals I set for myself have no feet?
Speak for yourself. They do, and I run with them
A little birdie whispered in my ear
That you're green with envy, and you belittled
My ambitions. I believe so, and i pity you, because...
You'll never ever hold me back or tear me down.
Whatever you say to me
Or about me, to anyone?
Speak for yourself!
LATE JAN 2019 ,ANY FORM OR NONE,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 LINES
Sponsored by Brian Strand (Winner: 1st Place)
Date written and posted: 01/23/2019
July 7 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 30
Key Verse – Proverbs 30:5 Every word of God is pure: he is a shield unto them that put their trust in him.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR SHIELDING ME
Thank You for shielding me from worldly understanding and its vanity
By Your words of truthful verity
That strengthen me of eternity’s certainty…
Surely establishing my faith toward values of eternity.
Thank You for shielding me from ungodly knowledge and its vexation
By Your principles of clear instruction
That uphold me against brutish perilous sanction…
Surely keeping my heart toward Your direction.
Thank You for shielding me from humanistic wisdom and its craving
By Your teachings worthy of learning as well as receiving
That instill in me doctrines for spiritual thriving…
Surely filling my mind with Your precepts toward righteous serving.
Thank You for shielding me from habitual slothfulness and its misery
By Your proddings worthy of diligent story
That move me against indolence-caused worry…
Surely prompting my will toward Your work’s labour-victory.
Thank You for shielding me from humiliating pride and its foolishness
By Your reproofs of humility-meekness’ effectiveness
That abase me against selfishness’ haughtiness…
Surely leading my submission toward Your authority’s graciousness.
Thank You for shielding me from earthly perception and its endeavour
By Your purposes of heavenly fervour
That guard me against temporal ambitions’ savour…
Surely guiding my steps toward Your divine favour.
Thank You for shielding me from carnal convenience and its enticement
By Your exhortations for holiness’ engagement
That drive me against futility’s detriment…
Surely encouraging my soul toward Your rewarding fulfillment.
July 7, 2022
Put your chin up and stand tall
Your best foot forward to conqueror it all
Keep looking in the right direction don’t look back
When your ambitions are falling, kick them and pick up the slack
Your life long goal is closer than it seems
Reach out to grab them and pull in your dreams
If you want true love fight hard for it everyday
Open up your mind and don’t let anyone stand in your way
If you fall get right back up again
If you need help rely on your family or a best friend
Your life long goal is closer than it seems
Reach out to grab them and pull in your dreams
Keep your faith in your heart
Ask God for guidance but do your own part
Live for your passions and breathe your deepest desire
Never let this world burnout your inner driving fire
Your life long goal is closer than it seems
Reach out to grab them and pull in your dreams
Son of a Sailor, this Sailor it seems,
Salt weathered, grizzled, bed feathered,
Softened endless schemes of fulfilling his dreams.
In time, his mind, became untethered.
Was clearer each day, words nearer were cast.
At last! Words shaped wonders of ventures past!
Inspired! Each new sight and sound, jotted down.
Though not spoke, became the joke of the town.
Time would levy, as his heavy drinking,
Dulled his mind and impaired his thinking.
Rot-gut gin, left pen, nowhere to begin.
His sadness broke free, and woke madness within!
Had countless revisions, mountainous ambitions,
But, Alas! All his words were never heard.
With one final drink, this Sailor at the brink,
Scribbled...Almost There!...as his final words.
So very blessed that you were born!
Each morning so sweetly, I do awake.
To know I have a grown daughter unlike no other.
We are more like sisters now, each enjoy having fun.
I can say anything to you and the same way round.
You are indeed, the most beautiful woman in town.
Fearless, compassionate, you won't take nonsense lying down.
You are patient as can be with a silly Mom, like me.
I just love you so and I know you see.
So does the City Council, who heeds your words in support of the
love of this awesome country.
You, who sees to it, that America is kept free!
Far from selfish or arrogant, you do not make others wrong.
So you can see why you are~your Mother's dearest song.
You have friends all across California and this great nation.
Who have kept America, a whole, shining, sane, sensation!
Others may at our nation joke, tittter and laugh.
You surpass them with your love and humble class.
A poetess, no,, indeed that you are not!
You have other ambitions, that is your gifted lot.
To be of astonishing service to all of humanity.
You are the blessed gift, that God has given me.
You have raised a son, talented and bright.
He carries the beauty of your spiritual soul light!
Love,
Mommy
Dedicated to: Maria
From: Her grateful Mother.
11-2- 2020
In a world where seductive whispers find echo in ears seeking solace,
People gravitate towards sweet illusions, like moths drawn to a burning flame,
The wicked cling to this earth like an anchor in a troubled sea,
Placing their hopes in leaders and ideologies, in movements that seem to promise salvation,
But the world collapses, rotting under the weight of vain dreams and petty ambitions.
True believers, like solitary stars in the night sky, break away,
Prepared for a Kingdom that knows no boundaries of this fleeting world,
A Kingdom where peace and light reign, where storms do not trouble the sky,
His Kingdom come, a realm of hope and eternity that will never end,
And its glory knows no bounds, like an endless ocean in the morning light.
For the majesty and power of the King of this Kingdom have been revealed to those who see,
And their souls sing in harmony with the silence, feeling eternity in every moment,
In this stream of consciousness, where reality and faith intertwine like a mirage,
We wander with open hearts, seeking the truth that will free us from the chains of time,
As the sky opens, revealing a universe of love and pure light.
To be a fly for a day
And exist far away
To land in the past
When pictures were gray
To see life in color
Hues vivid and bold
See my young mother
Before life made her old
Smell her brown hair
Draped as she lay
Then watch her stretch out
Prepare for the day
The light in her eyes
And spring in her step
Before life made her gray
And youthfulness left
Rapid wings blurring
As I’d trail her to school
Watching her giggles
Near by on a stool
Then by the lockers
I’d peek at her notes
Did she doodle in class
Make lots of jokes
Or was she concerned
Only of grades
Not the class clown
But, teacher’s aide
Did she hide out and smoke
Bell bottoms and braids
Then sneak back in class
Receiving all A’s
What were her dreams
Just being a mother
Or other ambitions
Her children would smother
She stayed home to raise kids
Did everything right
It seems we grew up
Just overnight
Her purpose seems gone
Now that we’re grown
She’s fighting depression
And being alone
If I could go back
And steer her away
From marriage and kids
A fly, I would stay
Each of us = our own worst enemy
Hyperbole escorted ushered down aisle,
no critic within google x bajillion mile
(give or take a million) approximates
limitless potential regarding self said
epithet vile expletive spewing wicked
vituperation, vilification, vexation,
vandalization, undervaluation, uglification,
transmogrification, terrorization, suffocation,
stultification, strangulation, recrimination...
custom made swiftly tailored harried style
unbounded poetic license curtly vile
distilling, kickstarting, whipping...
hewed, patented, trademarked... versatile
methodologies, modalities to compile
masochistic punishment exhibiting agile
proactive innovations linkedin to avast
amalgamation, where synonyms connote
inflicting physical/ verbal self harm while
alone within emotional wilderness I'll
venture to add non active means to torture
including versus being passively servile,
and case in point with yours truly exile
isolate, entombed, locked, sequestered...
in bedroom of boyhood cherished domicile,
no matter whether violent or tame recourse
good n plenti abominations populate fertile
two clenched fist sized gray matter awash
where rage against our thwarted ambitions
dreams, goals, joys, motives, most pregnant trial
birthing most brutish, horrific, nasty... nemesis.
Please excuse this wurst wordy wayward bard
cuz here cometh the tricked out guard
(oh my...dog he attired just like me)
as everyone else within this isolationist ward.
hello
its been awhile
I hope this is worthy of poetrysoup and poetry itself
thank you
"the dream"
the dream begins
there lies a dream filled with color and light
I wait for the day we meet face to face
my search and quest shall never fade
patiently I forever hope and believe
the dream awaits
for my wanted ambitions I will achieve
the glory will transform like a butterfly
when this happens darkness will then erase
my soul will take a soaring flight
the dream remains
tomorrow the dream at last will come true
nevermore with magnificent color and light
the dream will be
SkyWatcher
04-10-24