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Fireflies dance through black space
twinkling in the shadows of moonlight
reminding hearts why the star's glow
flickering kindly with a silent hope
wistfully tracing the silhouettes along
breathing in whispers of heavy darkness
milking the night for its silence pouring
across mountains in showers of pelting
plethora as it creates a sanctuary for
endless pulses of blood curdling screams
awakening murky milky way boulevards
into thoroughfares of heady grace
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Fireflies dance through black space
To the music of melancholy praises
Sung on the hearts of night owls
Who fling caution to the winds howling
Across ridges and hills with laughter
Sounding furious on the gloomy horizon
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Fireflies dance through black space
Somber voices of nocturnal prayers
Word Play Poems with Play-on-Words raison d'etre -- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Anderson
July 9, 2021
You have a schedule;
we have our problems -
you don't want to hear about it.
You only care about loving us,
you only want to laugh, not cry.
You have been bargained for
like a second-hand item,
but you are a first-class person.
I have watched you suffer
from this terrible fate;
you didn't have anything to do with it,
it will never be your fault -
I promise you that.
You are a blessing from above;
we have darkened that blessing
with our stupidity and stubborness.
All you want is peace and
wholeness once again;
all we want is to be separate,
but we both want to share your life.
Forgive us!
Forgive me!
I've fractured your life,
I've divided your time,
but most of all,
forgive me for not being there
when you most need a hug;
my soul always cries for you,
you are my child...
the one pure gift from above.
Please forgive me, my child.
For "Free For all" contest sponsored by Leighann Anderson.
10/13/12
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God’s Faithfulness
Faithfulness is everything to God
He promises those that are faithful to Him
And His laws—eternal life and happiness
When God commanded Hosea to marry a prostitute,
He was teaching Hosea the process of restoration
Hosea was to be committed to this woman
Despite her many wrongs and sinful practices
God’s ultimate faithfulness is about fortitude and commitment
And through repentance—restoration
Acknowledging our sins, and enduring others' sins
For God promises to rescue those who repent
To possess God’s faith we must practice faith
Bearing each others' burdens as Hosea endured his wife’s
For all of our fortitude is for a purpose
To serve each other forever
In our eternal lives in the Kingdom of God
*inspired by Steve Orchard*
The Good News
For centuries and more,
Many have turned to leaders of this world
Instead of relying on God
In these days of troubles, warfare and suffering
God wants us to envision a government run by him
Human-led governments will transform into a righteous régime
Those who have inspired rebellion against God
Will die away, disposed from the light
Not only human leaders will witness the uprightness
Satan and his demons in awe will be bound
Giving Christ time to produce good and peace
To those who consistently followed His way of life
God is working out his purpose
And many of us will not like it or see His works
And as false prophets amaze the public,
God will ultimately heal the public
One day most everyone will be willing to listen
And the world will be restored to a fruitful condition
Where good news of peace and comfort
Will merely be a reality
*inspired by John Anderson*
Oh, Ezra, I feel your sorrow
Tearing your tunic and cloak
Pulling hair from head and beard
Sitting down with heart broke
A teacher versed in Law of Moses
Given by the LORD God of israel
Hearing the priests and Levites
Mixing with neighboring people
Everyone who trembled at the
Words of God of Israel
Gathered around Ezra because
Of unfaithfulness of exiles
We fnd ourselves in similar situations,
The "Persia" of then is now Iran,
Our America is divided on various fronts
It seems difficult for any plans
Is it not time we join Ezra's example
As he prayed from deep serf-abasement?
Is it not time we fall on our knees praying to God
For America's misplaced, sinful discontent?
The Israelites gathered around Ezra
They, too, wept bitterly in remorse
Could it happen in USA?
Dear LORD, our ways have strayed far off course
-Evelyn Pearl Anderson
"Some Different Kind of Lost Heaven"
Every once and a while
she would surface
from that brackish
dark place
as a nightingale sings
in the deepest pockets
of a Woolf, the rocks
heavy notes, are removed
and like Persephone
escape doesn’t arrive
freely, but burns for some
slight duration, listing selvedge
staggered freedom found
spreading wings wide
along the unsteady horizon
the sunrise lights her song
‘til the dark horses
of Pluto rampage in
steal her back out of time
to place of labyrinth twined
in fields of Elysian poppies
dreams put to sleep
behind closed eyes
some different kind
of lost heaven
where forever is night
where the lost
Nightingales sing
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Nuit”/ Tony Anderson
https://youtu.be/WZ0WVUMrnyk
“Lune”/ Tony Anderson
https://youtu.be/Zd7gQZs0Ut8
“Nightingale” / Tony Anderson
https://youtu.be/ZJgcAmGOGEw
“I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out;
and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.”
(Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out)
“I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up
in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music
and everything beautiful.”
(Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out)
“I want to write a novel about Silence," he said;
“the things people don’t say.”
(Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out)
Persephone.
Pluto.
Woolf.
Daddy in His Pickup
A farmer just doing his work tells
His theory from where he sits,
"Forty miles an hour is fast enough
for anybody, isn’t it?"
Driving from home from being downtown
Windows down; pure air; feeling fit—
Waving at farm friends or passersby
The whole neighborhood was close knit
One can hardly deny his statement
About driving fast needs to quit
"Forty miles an hour is fast enough
for anybody, isn’t it?"
He traveled as safe as he could be
In red pickup truck; maybe unfit—
Proudly smiling with contentment
As parade of cars did permit
Traffic close at rear; driveway appeared,
Arm out straight, foot on brake, turn left;
" Forty miles an hour is fast enough
for anybody, isn’t it?"
-Evelyn Pearl Anderson
Our father, Orville Jones Carpenter, (1909 -1975) loved the red pickup truck so he would probably laugh at this little rhyme for Father's Day 2021.
A sea of tales:
calms and gales,
sardines and whales –
fishy with scales,
children with pails;
shell-homes of snails;
pirates, and barrels of
ales – a young boy's
imagination...
Incoming wave, flooding
village moats – drenching
all: Save the women!~
cats, dogs, pet rats; then the preachers
and teachers – Save the Popsicle skiffs!
The handkerchief sails on driftwood
tall-ships....
Could it be Columbus
started this way? Perhaps
Captain Hook? Stevenson's
popular book? Anderson,
thinking that a little boy's
finger could save a village,
perhaps point to a better
way – one tiny small hand
with just as small feet. His
royal-seal, a cigar-band –
learning of powerful tides,
beach...and of hourglass-sand –
The only sound one hears is the slight breeze of grainy sand whipping across the desert floor...
You kneel in the soft earth - but still...solid as stone you are...
With time and space in your favor you stare and ponder...
Laid behind is your once called home now lay in ruins...
Full of color so bright and fierce...
But now tattered and dull, hollow...
What could have been? And what could follow?
Shall you weep and wallow? Or shall you pull yourself up out of the depths?
You kneel in the soft earth- but still...solid as stone you are...
For the East Jesus Contest
Meg Anderson
12-16-14
(This is a fictional poem)
I'm a twenty-five year old man and I've been told that I'm weird.
People say I've become a nut just like they feared.
They were shocked because it's ridiculous and silly.
I get an ******** when I see Granny on the Beverly Hillbillies.
Pamela Anderson called me and asked me out but I refused to meet her.
Sexy women like her give me a limp peter.
Old broads are the only women who arouse me.
I choke my chicken every time I watch Aunt Bee.
My friends ask me if I'm going to take a wife.
I tell them that I'd love to marry that old fat lady on the facts of life.
Last week I mailed a letter to the publisher of Playboy.
I told Hefner that he should make a new magazine and call it Grayboy.
Form:
Trapped by the water, restless waves
Being pulled, dashed against the sand
Towed downward then allowed to come up for a short breath of air
Surrounded by restless water
Free at last with the air drying the water residue
Independent of the restless waves
Freedom that has long been awaited
Great breeze through trees and hair
Fire needs dryness_warmth
Sun peeking through, touching skin
Toes in soft sand viewing horizon
Of sun slowly rising dazzling color
Soon to sit by a warm winter fire
Crackling, releasing heat and light
Which warms the hearth_home
Slow burning fire internal like a volcano
Contest:Earthly Elements
Sponsor:Leighann Anderson
1) water, earth
2)air, wind
3)fire,earth
3)fire