Long August Poems
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How are you going to do it?
How do you weigh the Infinite?
How do you measure the Absolute?
How do you test the IQ of Omniscience?
Would you measure God for a suit?
Would you ask His age,or how much
money He has in the Bank of Heaven?
What about race, or His education?
What are His interests, likes or dislikes,
pet peeves, political opinions? Or
maybe you want to ask just one thing
only: What are His dreams, His loves?
Only you humans would ask God such,
only you would try to scale Divinity,
only you can breed such arrogance--
the tiger burning bright asks for no
accounting, nor does the deer as it's
slain, nor the eagle as it soars nor
the reptile as it slithers--but YOU
do, you creature of singular gifts!
You want to take the measure of
the Creator, though you've been
told you're made in His image,
something not told to the lion
or the polar bear or the butterfly
and still you want to measure Him....
But why?
Why must you always try put
God...in...a...box?
You made untold numbers of idols,
all reflecting your vanity, not His.
And then when He came to you as
one of you, a human being, what did
you do? You could not understand
how God could speak so simple and
true, you could not grasp what He
offered you, and so, you killed Him.
A few of the wisest of you knew,
knew it was never God you tested,
never God you wanted to take hold of,
never God you wanted to understand:
It was you all along you wanted to see,
that thing called a soul, which you both
doubted and longed for, that thing even
death could not harm, that Being of Air
and Light you saw in the Man crucified....
[rec'd n/a in Brian Strand's New Contest #8, August, 2020]
~Praying For Peace~
( Linked)
Praying for peace
P
Peace for mankind
R
Mankind needs God
A
God, love, hope, peace
Y
Peace, love can come
I
Come just from God
N
Gods only one
G
One who will bring
F
Bring forever
O
Forever be
R
Be but one day
P
Day when returns
E
Returns to Earth
A
Earth Lord will change
C
Change, now praying
E
Praying for peace.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
August.20.2016
-I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.”
John 16:33 ( NIV)
-So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-Grace, mercy, and peace will be with us, from God the Father and from Jesus Christ the Father's Son, in truth and love.
2 John 1:3 (NIV)
~Author's notes:
The "Linked" is a poetry style created by Erich J. Goller.
Chilly breeze
Punctuates our stroll;
Morning conversations
~~~~~~~~~
Hand in hand
Here we go;
Chinatown bazaars
~~~~~~~~~
Flavours and mix
Savoury delicacies;
Soft ice cream trip
~~~~~~~~~
Haiku moments
Bamboo trees arch;
Aqua moon floats
~~~~~~~~~
Sad notes
Lover's letter;
August goodbye
~~~~~~~~~
No need to fuss
No more worries;
Dead and gone
~~~~~~~~~
Write words
Cite speech;
Words on water
~~~~~~~~~
Listen well
The wind tells;
A coldness swells
~~~~~~~~~
Morning news
More people dead;
China saga
~~~~~~~~~
Dementia slays
Loss of great voice;
No more concerts
~~~~~~~~~
Sit calmly now
Here on the verge;
Wait upon words
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
21 August 2015
Singapore
Doors slam, windows crack, letter flap inhales a fatal
wind.
Breastplate rusty dragon bearing scars.
House keys, credit cards, raybans close to hand.
Faux fur on the rack for noble bounty,
footnotes to a chapter without end.
Wistfully I crane my neck in peril,
finger marks on carbon black hand rail,
sprightly dash o’er slippy granite steps.
Odour eaters clog my leather shoes beyond endurance.
Butterflies somersault in tummy.
Elm tree barnet‘s awkward wooden stump.
Wheelie bin begging for collection at short notice.
Bin tag compass grazed.
Crack of dawn ghost ship’s uncanny horn blast.
Metaphor or tip off for deaf ears.
Egg shell clouds that dance on distant peaks
quaintly beckon.
Despite my better judgement I press on.
20 lines
Date posted : 17 th December 2021
To Covid 19, many still succumb.
We pray for the return of normalcy.
I’ve learned such times bring out the worst in some,
the best in others; kindness is their key.
Some words pack stronger meaning than before.
I thought I’d felt true loneliness and fear.
Then lockdowns came and those I most adore
had Covid. Till they healed, angst lingered near.
At times the solitude has been my friend
and judge. I’ve realized I’m sometimes blind
to others’ plights, to blessings without end,
to nature, and to chances to be kind.
fear, love, and hope
August 2, 2022
entered in the Strong Emotions Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
I'm not notable reader of the rich Latin language,
That treasures within its realm mountainous barns of knowledge…
Thoughts and philosophies, like symphony, around-the-clock,
To this ocean, like sea animals, for full refuge, flock...
Of all, like sediments, one who has settled in my mind,
And floats to the surface, like unfettered feather inter-twined;
Is Rene Descartes – French, who’d taught - cogito, ergo sum,
That altered my concepts, to rationalism, to succumb...
I think, therefore I exist; no existence otherwise?
Is this very concept, yet, as highest as the great skies?
Accessible knowledge; test of best methodical doubt,
Doubting the very existence; whether it's flood or drought...
Fond rebuilding; single-lined philosophy; so modern!
When I teach it to my students they seem problem-ridden;
To me, yet, this phrase and philosophy are august fun,
Like irrational thought battles lost early, are now won...
10 January 2022
Latin Lessons Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
Two thousand and twenty started out rather bad.
First of all for me, my Mom went to heaven to be with my dad.
Next, I got depressed all sick and sorrowful and sad.
I know she’s in heaven, but I failed to be glad.
February was a blur, I remember it barely, maybe not at all.
But in China people began dying – the short and the not tall.
In March we in the states were given an extra day of spring break.
I thought this was fantastic, not realizing the later heart ache.
I have been social distancing until I am ready to gulp a flask.
My husband leaves the house, with a bright colored mask.
We have not seen our friends, our families or others.
I have not seen my cousin, sisters or brothers.
It is now July. Memorial Day and the 4th of July were not fun.
At least I live in the country where I can sit in the sun.
I can project what will happen, and I am using my brain.
To focus on the positives, for these months were a pain.
I predict the virus will dissipate as fast as it took over.
I predict we will be survivors, sitting together in clover.
From August to December things will change enough.
We will get to be outside, and we will hug and stuff.
We will be more respectful of what we had before.
We will go out to eat, and we will lounge in the store.
We will uplift each other, in person, which will feel great!
It will be an enthusiastic time, we will now appreciate.
Dedicated to the Memory of
Pvt. Francis L. "Bubbie" Mitchell
KIA August 19, 1950
Bubbie was a brother
and a son who gave his life.
He joined to feed the family,
Times were hard, there was much strife
After two years in Japan,
They sent Bubbie to Korea...
The 35th Infantry Regiment
of the 25th Division
was among the first to enter.
To fight Reds was their mission.
Bubbie was due to be discharged
on the sixth day of September.
But, August 19th is the date
His buddies will remember.
The fog was thick that day
And the Reds crawled through the line.
When the boys found out about it,
It was battle time.
The Reds set up a 50 cal.
They'd captured in the fight.
Our boys were taking casualties,
And, with fire like that they might.
Bubbie ran from his position
like a rabbit from a dog.
There was nothing for protection,
Not a rock, and not a log.
At the truck he found a Browning
Automatic B-A-R.
He ran back dodging bullets,
Loaded up, and returned fire.
He knocked out that 50 cal.
and laid down heavy cover.
The boys could manage better then
And took care of the others.
When the fight was over,
Bubbie paid the highest price.
He'd never go back home again.
The Private gave his life.
What he did that day sent good boys home.
Now they're Great GrandPas.
His Mother was presented
A Purple Heart, and Distinguished Service Cross.
When all the paying guests had gone,
I broke in there one Halloween.
I thought at first it was all fun,
Then realised just what I’d seen.
The noises, smells and awful sights
Had made my blood run cold with fear:
The mangled, tortured bodies dead,
But even worse was Webb’s cold leer.
He neared me, instruments in hand,
And told me what he planned to do:
Experiments to make me scream,
He’d even thought up something new.
I tried to run but couldn’t move,
So spat into the doctor’s face,
‘You’re dead, you have no power now.
‘Go back to Hell and leave this place.’
The victims’ bodies faded then,
I prayed and cried and shook with fright,
The knives and blood all vanished too,
And Harold Webb was gone from sight.
*Dr Harold Webb tortured people to death
23rd August, For Gail’s Halloween Night contest
*Image of Blackberries by Pixabay.
It's Blackberries
It's in the thoughts.
It's in the classroom.
It's during recess.
It's in the cafeteria.
It's in the library.
It's waiting for the school bell to ring.
It's the school bus ride home.
It's the tossed school bag on the porch.
It's in Pup-Tart, frolicking ahead.
It's the trail behind the house.
It's in the search.
It's in the anticipation.
It was in the lost.
It's in the found.
It's in the bending down to pluck.
It's in the endless lapping of my face by Pup-Tart!
It's in the holding in my palm.
It's in the look of my gaze.
It's in the tossing into my mouth.
It's in the chewing-bursting sensation.
It's down the throat into the satisfaction of a 50-year-old remembering -- blackberries!!
2022 August 06
*5th Place*
Your Thoughts On Blackberries
~~Matt Caliri: Judged 2022 September 08