Long Barrenness Poems
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WHEN LIFE BECOMES FALLOW
The still frozen nothingness ancient
Transformed into the universe nascent
Matter formed from the fringe of silence
The creative core of cosmic sense
The depth of voids in all things’ essence
The creator’s unique space they represent.
Within everything that exists
The universal voidness still persists
In the depth of the living mind
Of the evolved race of mankind
Filled to the brim with emotions blind,
Life gets attached although conscience resists.
The full sky hangs its clouds low
They melt in storm, make the sad sky hollow,
Happy trees green in the spring
Don’t hear the birds flying near sing
When in fall the dry leaves grow wing
Life plunged in barrenness turns fallow.
Lost in wasteland the clouded mind grieves
Molten emotion drains in tears, emptiness it leaves,
Let the soul clear the delusion
From the mind captive in seclusion,
Free the mind, open the devout clear vision
Know how peace from emptiness life retrieves.
February 10, 2018.
May 30 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Esther 1-5
Key Verse – Esther 2:9 And the maiden pleased him, and she obtained kindness of him; and he speedily gave her her things for purification, with such things as belonged to her, and seven maidens, which were meet to be given her, out of the king's house: and he preferred her and her maids unto the best place of the house of the women.
HEART THAT OBTAINS KINDNESS OF GOD
Our heart obtains kindness of God for our soul’s delight
Midst humanistic insight
As well as secular intellectual height…
Thus, we need Him always throughout our holy fight.
Our heart obtains kindness of God for our forgiveness and cleansing
Midst worldly displeasing
As well as devastating transgressing…
Thus, we need Him always throughout our worshipful praising.
Our heart obtains kindness of God for our faith’s maturity
Midst weakening uncertainty
As well as vexing insecurity…
Thus, we need Him always throughout our glorious eternity.
Our heart obtains kindness of God for our renewal and revival
Midst backsliding arrival
As well as wearying survival…
Thus, we need Him always throughout our righteous revival.
Our heart obtains kindness of God for our ministry involvement
Midst downgrading sentiment
As well as worldly enticement…
Thus, we need Him always throughout our prudent improvement.
Our heart obtains kindness of God for our spiritual fruitfulness and productiveness
Midst threatening barrenness
As well as destructive slothfulness…
Thus, we need Him always throughout our effective servanthood’s industriousness.
Our heart obtains kindness of God for our victory in running the Christian race
Midst attacking disgrace
As well as transgression’s trace…
Thus, we need Him always throughout our prayerful service-brace.
May 30, 2026
“It's paradoxical that the idea of living a long life appeals to
everyone, but the idea of getting old doesn't appeal to anyone.”
-- Andy Rooney
The leaves are now falling like tears
from the hearts of the trees lofty dome,
and the birds heading south out of fears
as the wintertime’s barrenness nears.
No longer will eagerness roam
for my spirit is losing its cheers,
and so weary from passing of years,
as the heavens are calling me home.
September 4, 2019
October 10 Scripture Meditations Based on John 1-2
Key Verse – John 1:43 The day following Jesus would go forth into Galilee, and findeth Philip, and saith unto him, Follow me.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR FINDING ME
Thank You for finding me from sinfulness’ pit
Against transgressions’ peril by Your salvation-writ
To bring me toward biblical truth’s wit
So that I can stay in Your will, spiritually lit.
Thank You for finding me from worldliness’ entanglement
Against humanism’s trap by Your redemption-settlement
To carry me toward gracious provisions’ contentment
So that I can value Your involvement for my commitment.
Thank You for finding me from selfishness’ limelight
Against stardom’s quest by Your sanctification-might
To pull me toward heavenly kingdom’s height
So that I can seek Your righteousness that lets my testimony to be bright.
Thank You for finding me from pride’s tower
Against haughtiness’ competition by Your calling power
To drive me toward submissive trust’s corner
So that I can surrender to Your plan, molding my virtuous manner.
Thank You for finding me from hardship’s jungle
Against struggles’ rigors by Your character-example
To push me toward fervent prayerfulness’ mettle
So that I can cling to Your strength making my faith to be able.
Thank You for finding me from backsliding’s wilderness
Against coldness’ death by Your revival-earnestness
To keep me toward repentant heart’s blessedness
So that I can turn to Your mercy, magnifying my gladness.
Thank You for finding me from fruitlessness’ captivity
Against barrenness’ misery by Your sufficiency-bounty
To gear me toward diligent labour’s productivity
So that I can glorify Your name, along my joyous sincerity.
October 10, 2022
A simple toy mother gave me
on my sixth birthday,
the best gift I ever got.
Its gentle turn creating changing color design,
and shifting patterns, mesmerized me,
filled my transfixed childhood vision.
I can’t resist looking through it even today.
The turning wheel of my time
rotated the rhapsodic living scenario.
The patterns performed persistently
with languid life’s mélange of motifs.
The chameleon colors transformed
the visage of the mind’s topography
into the ashes of burnt barrenness,
or to the elegance of emerald valley.
The diffused dreams on the drift,
floated on the cascade of shifting sight,
meandering on the mesmeric tapestry,
weaved with the strands of ebullience,
replicated the wings of butterflies,
flittering on the ripples of rapturous air,
and before they all flew away,
formed for me a fountain of fulfillment.
In my listless lonesome travel
across the wanton wasteland,
or along the glittering garden path,
lined with spring saplings
with buds of bursting colors,
it opens the shutter of my mind.
The receptive film of sensuality
captures in the fascinating fresco
the sublime snapshots of beauty.
In the mist of my journey’s last mile,
at the edge of the fading future,
the sunset swansong resonates
in the realm of the twilight time
for the forlorn essence of being,
silhouetted like defoliated tranquil tree
against the blazing skyline
of transient chromatic brilliance,
witnessing the last flicker of the dying day.
The shards of the splintered sky’s spectrum
in the swirling squall of torment
roll on the dismal waves
of the curled up clouds of discontent.
The remnant rays of sanguinity,
flickering on the ebb of time
with the departing flashes of the sinking sun,
fabricate the latent lattice
of the unframed dreams
in the petrified life’s captivating collage
of my childhood kaleidoscope.
The nothingness ancient
Transformed into the universe nascent,
Matter came from silence
The core of cosmic sense
Voids in all things’ essence
Creator’s unique space they represent.
In all things that exists
The universal voidness still persists
In depth of living mind
Of the evolved mankind
Filled with emotions blind,
Life gets attached although conscience resists.
Full sky holds its clouds low
They melt in storm, make the sad sky hollow,
Happy trees green in spring
Don’t hear the birds near sing
When in fall leaves grow wing,
Life plunged in barrenness turns fallow.
In loss clouded mind grieves
Melt emotion drains, emptiness it leaves,
Let soul clear delusion
From mind in seclusion,
Open devout vision
Know how peace from emptiness life retrieves.
December 21. 2017.
Contest : Rhyme Me A Poem.
Sponsor : Broken Wings.
Once again, the trees speak
in a soft and gentle whisper
while subtly dancing in the wind.
Then as witness to my indifference
it gusts a little louder, brushing branches
releasing leaves upon my head.
The cluster of the trunk reveals
black caped figures piercing through
screaming vocally to announce their presence;
A clutch of crows, large and boisterous
perch unsteady riders in the canopy
bobbing and cawing back and forth.
The trees remain immovable and regal
swaying gently waltzing in place
then brushing gently from south to north.
On the branches hangs the color of the season
giving way to changing hues of deep reds and purples
yellow oranges blowing freely floating on the downward fall.
To the ground comes hardness, empty non bearing gardens
as the naked barrenness begins to speak
a bleaker images soon to come to the silence of the trees.
Fragility of Wealth
by Odin Roark
He had known riches,
This man wandering desolate landscapes,
Once so generous of harvest.
But now…
He had seen it coming,
It was but a matter of which dawn,
Which sundown
Which star-filled night
Would be the last.
Acceptance was hard.
Most everything was gone,
Leaving behind a barrenness,
Likely past any will to start over.
Nature was tired.
And…
He too was wearing down.
So much.
So fast.
It was only yesterday
That he lingered there,
Peering inside the darkened diner,
A favorite he so often visited.
The lingering image of its pink and green neon,
Now but broken glass,
Its always bright surroundings
Just another dark remnant of what once was.
Only the ghost of his friendly waitress remained.
Enamored with her focus, he used to tell her
As he read her philosophical scribbles
Just below her “Thank You” part of the breakfast check,
“You’re an idealist in a funeral parlor.”
But he looked forward to the always provocative thought
To help another twenty-four hour stretch of fear,
The ever-present rich man’s curse.
“Happy people are the only people, the rest are only human.” Fullmer
“The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved.” Hugo
And then there was the quote that brought him to where he was today.
“Most men pursue pleasure with such breathless haste
That they hurry past it.” Kierkegaard
He’d lost track of the miles covered,
But glancing down, incongruity stared back at him.
Why here?
Why this place?
Why a star fish?
This once deep-water testimony to life,
Reduced to a still life intransigence of purpose,
Insisted the man consider his own evolution.
So…
Why had man been made to challenge
The many storms and waves Nature had in store?
Had civilization just plain f**ked up?
Yeah…
Well…
He too would soon be dead,
With only his dapper suit
And plastic boutonniere
To die with.
Perplexed, he gazed down at the once alive creature.
How does such beautiful simplicity
Retain so much of its treasure?
In magical verses weave your fated heart's request,
With metaphors holding the shy choir of light abreast,
When hearts corroded by hatred in barrenness rest,
And chains of thought whip gently the gentle flight's zest.
If you are to regain control once more,
When friends of yesteryear were but a lore,
Whose drab garments through time emphatically wore,
But forgiveness you've secreted from its core.
And if in hope you can stand upright,
Not raising armor before the liar’s project slight,
When rage whispers edicts as if to indict,
Melt it in calm, with spirit bright.
Show the world whole your portrait fair,
No masks, no regret, laid bare,
And if you dream of deep breaks in despair,
May you not become in others' lives a dismal seer.
When eternity throws its cold shadow in your corner's crease,
You should gaze with eyes that do not buckle under time’s caprice.
Every living moment in time's palm surely will not cease,
On the heart's scale, they demand to be released.
If you can listen when the truth is spoken,
Alien and shifted in a world that's been broken,
And to persist through the common lies outspoken,
To find faith beneath the frothy spray's token.
If you dare face decay’s embrace without dread,
Avoiding the gilded pleasure's feigned spread,
And in autumn whispers feel your stern fall ahead,
In the poverty of a sky that once display had fed.
Risk carrying on the die heavy, precious pearls,
Wager all that you've got for a fleeting twirl,
And then, whoever you are, learn not to hurl hopes like chaff,
Your failures become a path leading to something more sacred, more daft.
Endure, in a feeble body, remorse and persistence,
Wearing a smile as a shield, melting the tormenting ice of existence.
Cherish the moment that remains in unending instance,
With a soul lined in armor's silent resistance.
If you can fill the silences in empty spaces,
When shattered times speak with yesterday's faces,
Replenish them with fresh sparks among the disgraces,
Then you will build from seconds, unbroken traces.
And the Earth shall through you be magnified,
And all that writhes in its infinite tide,
And in this great shaken, you'll uncover as scribed,
That you're a whole man, not just a soul that's been pried,
Not part of the herd whose times have dried,
But master of the strength from your own dream derived.
I saw the difference you made
To the barrenness of your mother
Then I saw you poke fun at a worker
Who thought you were a good lover
...of sewing seams
I saw you reach out to a man
Who struggled to sit still
Then, I saw you ask another
To provide him with a decent meal
...so, it would seem
....LOVE has a question
I heard you spout out your beliefs
With a superior tone of knowledge
Then I heard anger in your voice
As you tried to push him to the edge
....of that perfect seam
I saw you give a dirty woman
Some clothes, food, and some water
Then, I saw you ignore
The silent, but very present, cry from your beautiful daughter
...who wanted to sew your seem
....LOVE wants to know
I saw your quick response
To a fallen man in need of medical attention
Then, you yell at your son
Who earned himself a scholastic detention
....for sewing seems incorrectly
I heard your lecture on the gospel
To a crowd of would be saints
I saw me, sitting in the pocket of the seam
And knew I ain't
....anything like a seam/seem
....LOVE has hemmed me in HIS seam/seem
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-05-2018
Note: I absolutely LOVE words!!! I hope you see, clearly, what I glimpsed, nearly, in the seam/seem :)