Long Birthright Poems
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To walk with knowledge born of whole,
begat of ageless power of soul
from times when stories made of man
destroyed the ones where power ran.
In name of church and fear of earth
inquisitors killed all whose birth
carried on the ways of old
and threatened church's lust for gold.
There now remains all but a few
whose birthright lets old ways shine through.
I know I've met them, felt their pain
as in past lives I've died again.
'Tis true that evil scours the earth,
but of man's greed, and not of birth.
I pledge my knowledge to the light
and hope one day earth wins the fight.
Ivor G Davies
VERSE I
she brushed across my shoulders
the bedroom light broke
a breasted scimitar—dancing thoracic throat
what I once outran—now presses my lips
she carried no black-wing omen
yet every breath drew near
purple velvet summons
Murdering me with Cashmere.
PRE-CHORUS I
kiss drawn, the walls slant inward
and rouge, the dark-root took shape—
as if her inborne blackwork
could make the night a colourless drape.
CHORUS I
Murdering me with Cashmere
tugging at my countless heartbeats
stripping me down to bare nerve
Murdering me with Cashmere
touch that lifted a ceiling curve
a birthright that denied me standing
VERSE II
the air lost a beat near her
piano shuttered its strings
her keratin ruled its hidden kingdoms
where songs outlived clipped-wings
one quick brush of softness
could tilt the atmosphere—
an unquestionable sovereign reign
Murdering me with Cashmere.
PRE-CHORUS II
marrow-sapped, my bones bleached white
and oooh, my will to power grew thin
her presence pressed antique velour
against my browning-paper skin
a blue-litracution mocked my manly core
CHORUS II
Murdering me with Cashmere
negating my defenses
melting my deep fear
Murdering me—only Cashmere
mist that would not recede
a spell that outlasted me
BRIDGE
she stood there—the verdict given
queen without a crown
her secrets a crashing thunder
hinged to pin me down
and I—
climbed, she was higher
and her hemlock closed in—too near
I fell into her ghast-lit shadow
Murdered soft by Cashmere.
FINAL CHORUS
Murdering me with Cashmere
kindness with a strangler’s grip
a calm that finished the work
Murdering me in Cashmere
queen in vestment of highness—
Lady Caledonia Blue— cyanotic.
OUTRO
she brushed across my shoulders
the world skipped a breath to grieve
softness that occluded on my lungs and stayed
refused to let me leave
her after-mint lodged in my vertebral mind
thorn in every flowing tear—
the night she claimed my arrhythmic heartbeat
Murdering me with Cashmere.
Heroin, China white, or just smack, took him
into lost dreams and an altering of gritty reality
Chasing the dragon, didn’t seem enough
to balm a wounded psyche
Losing to lust demons
An iconic face of his late father
A boy destined to see an assassination
Shot at the hands,
of Sirhan Sirhan
Grief stricken is the neon nod, duji
the catalyst that would take his brother
Another reckless misfortune of
the scourge of addiction
Up until a river's cleansing
Washed away are the sins
Recovery that teaches humility
Opening his heart toward God
Liberating his birthright charm
and political pedigree to full shiny view
Somewhere down the crazy river
calm waters bring back a boy
we the people once new
this couplet series
Bible's first book
A quick look
In the beginning
universe God’s creation
seventh day relaxation
Adam and Eve
one forbidden tree
ushers in misery
Cain and Abel
Cain kills Abel
Obviously not stable
Noah and the Ark
Catastrophic worldwide flood
fossils in mud
Tower of Babel
tower left unfinished
language power diminished
Abraham and Sarah
finally promised son
old age fun
Sodom and Gomorrah
short of ten
destroyed for sin
Jacob and Esau
after birthright sale
Jacob named Israel
12 tribes
Israel has sons
coat for one
Joseph
brothers sold him
he saved them
End of Genesis
all seems roses
next up Moses
Six-Word Couplet Series Encore Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
11/3/2018
On hot summer days I miss the sight of Winter
When snow is a blanket in the height of Winter
I think of sleigh rides and cups of hot chocolate
and skiing slopes covered with the white of Winter
And despite tree branches and their absence of leaves
I don't feel the bareness is a blight of Winter
There's serenity in the world as Christmas nears
Pine garlands are used as the bedight of Winter
Children have dreams of Santa bringing them new toys
Their bright eyes and smiles are the limelight of Winter
Such a joyous season for friends and family
Gathering to feast, is a highlight of Winter
on New Year's Eve, after Auld Lang Syne is sung,
We'll share a kiss on this special night of Winter
So as Autumn nears, gold leaves will tumble aground
It's the harbinger to the birthright of Winter
I yearn for cooler days and Summer's heat to end
and for Fall to make way for the flight of Winter
I, Jenna, say, "Let winds blow. Soon there will be snow
When I'll gladly bask in each delight of Winter"
September 3, 2020
Ghazal Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
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Despite cosmetic surgery to stave
inevitable demise cheating grim reaper
indefatigable measures undertaken
buzzfeeding mortal legacy bajillion
dollar industry remaining eternally
youthful cold comfort knowing eventual
degradation conquers biological aging,
yet open casket bestows approving
nods upon aesthetic corpse denouncing
any telltale evidence rigor mortis stole
once hearty life source attested by
tranquil poise, albeit deathly stillness
former body electric forever quiet
among the mourning crowded house
impossible mission to still flowing tears
emotionally poignant moment onlookers
suddenly ever acutely aware their
demise guaranteed, an inalienable pact
linkedin with birthright, this scribe ponders
figuratively digging unearthing morbid
fascination with afterlife, yet neither
hastening mine demise, neither fearing,
protesting, nor ululating unproductive futile
entreaty against transient fleeting
consciousness, asper one carbon based
entity, who wonders if other creatures
great and small revile, (or perchance
question) authority, vis a vis temporarily
bequeathing forces procreative and
subsequently terminal, maybe other
species less insightful meditating being
gifted with sense and sensibility without
pride nor prejudice to speculate, deliberate,
articulate...regenerative processes that
eventually co opt breathing, functioning,
longing versus pensive postulating post
mortem phenomena, pinging noggin within
noggin of one weatherbeaten, haggard,
cadaverous *****sapien in truth...he
admits being petrified, what...whereat
lapsing millenniums found yours truly
cursed by Gorgons remaining forever
stone cold harboring no recollection
about livingsocial enjoying good n plenti
"FAKE" experiences trumpeting conspiracy
theories – fools like me (rush'n), where
angels fear to tread including collusion
explaining my ill fate.
We Look Up At The Family Of Tracery Architecture
Tracery architecture began seeing the light
From the Gothic Age on it gained its birthright
Its beauty spread left and right, day and night
In the stoneware dividing the glass with all its might
It took shape in the rising windows to a viewer's delight
The molds and shapes symmetrical and out of sight
Where the decorative patterns do please the eye and incite
With grooves, twirls, and colors holding the window tight
Many a cathedral today share its passage and sprite
Like an acquired custom, blessing, and rite
That duly accentuates the interiors and exteriors flight
Where the parishioners do see more than the rays of daylight
1/28/23
TRACERY Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Julia Ward
From my heart, there rests a wonder,
Alive, sweet joy – louder than thunder,
Blessings poured out on my weary soul –
Abundant love, every doubt falling under…
The beautiful feeling of a heart made whole,
By the sweetest Savior, who will always console,
Due to His kindness, I know the meaning of prayer –
And, because He lives, true love is in control!
This joy, so amazing, - there is nothing to compare,
It fills my heart with such praise, I have to share,
Sometimes my soul simply has to speak up,
The time has come – tis’ the season for hearts to prepare!
When this man named Jesus Christ fills your cup,
There is not a doubt, with Him you shall sup,
Lift up your eyes to the heavens, where He will appear,
In a shout of glory, we’ll rise… so don’t get mixed-up!
Because He is love from God above, I’ll not fear
We’ll all move up to heaven, as long as we’re sincere…
In believing that He has risen and He has all power,
In heaven and on earth, listen up – just hear…
He is the living word, the wonderful – the strong tower,
With Him, we’ll never die and in our darkest hour,
We’ll know what it is to be filled with Him, the light
Who travels the world, saving souls the devil would devour!
Thanks to this love, this Savior, this shining knight,
We can know a hope that is ever so bright –
It is the hope of heaven, where everything is right,
We’ll always praise the Lord - for tis’ our birthright!
Clusters of grapes hanging by vines
Wonderous delights make fine wines
Cultivating a sense of fragile esteem
Coloring the moment a heavenly scheme
~
Paths of gorgeous greenery discovered
Welcoming scenes that were smothered
By fern, pine and laurel; emerald galore
Beauties hidden like never seen before
~
Gardens of pink, red and gold flowers
Sometimes hidden beneath the showers
Blaze bright in the dewy dawn’s sunlight
Heaven’s whisper sending down birthright
~
Captivating hedges and rows of vivid blooms
Clusters of miracles threatening the glooms
Forever rising against the most brutal forces
Even giving life to the dance of pretty orchids
~
Roses reason with the calming summer breeze
Overjoyed that there is no worry of a freeze
Sensations sending angel’s whispering music
To all those who tenderly feed their musing
~
All the glories of God’s captivating planet
From the luscious orange to the pomegranate
There are blessings beyond what we deserve
Filling our hearts with gentle caresses to preserve
~
Wherever I go, whatever I do, there are miracles
We live in a land that is so alive it seems biblical
The Master artist planned all this for our enjoyment
We must always thank Him for such entertainment
He's a visual fusion of forest and inner flame,
A radiant pulse of abundance.
Clad in crafted clothing of galore,
Stitched in autumn tones from folklore.
He wears leaves of distinction, orange embers,
Yellow, citrine, and emerald green.
He nurtures the woodlands in newborn sunrays
That fall through the morning haze,
Striking the heart where his roots belong,
Enhancing the mind with crystal-clear gleam.
Twinkling truths highlight his daydreams.
The Green Man dances readily,
Saged in spirals for centuries,
Giving journeymen paths to fae lights,
Readily twisting around flowers, foliage, and sprite's limbs,
Stretched in sacred homage.
Breath in breeze
Body entwined with trees
By myth decreed
By birthright and galore
Wanderer between roots and stars forevermore.