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Pulled one perfect day from the heart of summer,
Went with my wife, the kids, a friend
Down to cruise the monuments
To study those menhirs we set for marking passage
Into collective memory.
We ascended the virile spire
Erected in honor of our ponytailed First Elect,
The children pleased to gaze out on a toy city below us.
We descended and walked down the long flat mirror of water
To where Lincoln, strong and sad in bronze
Sits forever troubled by his sundered nation
In his cool, dark, echoing vault.
Then lunch, and a visit to the commemoration of our most recent sorrow;
We cross over and walk the Wall.
Row on row,
Stark white upon shining black
The rollcall of the dead processes by.
It's crowded today, but no one speaks
The silence here is a crashing thing that falls all around us
As we walk and search
Some for names, some for answers,
Some for both, or neither
Ourselves for I know not what.
And in the black
Flowing past the names, and names, and names
This perfect day hangs captured in its light:
Cotton clouds on blinding blue
Grass greener than new money
The faces of children, dogs
And a parade of young couples -
It all hangs there, flowing over the terrible list,
Reminding all how they should be here too,
Those not-so-long-ago lost.
But then, in a sense, they are here
And that's why the silence crashes so.
58,000 empty chairs are here.
58,000 phantoms,
The Bad Conscience of a good nation.
58,000 Not-To-Bes are here:
Not-To-Be husbands, fathers, family, friends
Not-To-Be Victories and Not-To-Be Dreams
58,000 horrors of Loss.
In the midst of these shuddering reveries
My blissfully distracted 7 year-old son
Plucks a small, perfect feather off the lawn,
As black and glossy as the wall itself,
And carries it idly along.
Once out, we stop to talk with one of the Fallen's many advocates,
A great Viking of a man who notices the feather
Who says right away,
"Ah, a raven's feather. Odin's birds, who bring him Wisdom and Rememberance."
I saved the feather, knowing what I do of ravens:
Those sombre, croaking birds,
First on the field after battle
I stroked its silky black and wished
Odin's birds would visit the common folk more often
And croak to us of Remembrance, and Wisdom.
Pride goeth before a fall,
It shall be said, long after.
How well the phrase fits this Argive king,
Come far across the wine-dark seas
In his gleaming ships of war
To rape the wealth of other men's homes
All for the sake of a woman;
So it was said.
Here in the smoke of the ruins,
Behind walls breached at the last by treachery,
- 10 years' bloodshed not enough to have battered them down -
Troy's temples lay sacked and belching fumes for incense,
Then here he comes, blazing in bronze, puffed with pride,
To claim you, as his rightful prize alone!
You,
Whom even the gods respect.
Mad you are, blissfully so.
Yours eyes, flashing in your mantic states
See farther and more truly than those
Of any other mortal.
You know the things to be all too well,
For this you were cursed with a great gift of prophecy
Forever doomed to fall upon deaf ears.
But today the curse becomes the gift it should have been,
If to see a proud victor's doom
Riding hard upon his heels, he all unknowing
Be any comfort to the defeated.
He takes you to his death and your own besides,
Mistaking the darkness of your smile
For the resignation of the lost.
He bears home with you the fall of all his house,
Many a proud one shall join you both
In Hades' cold halls ere long has passed.
So bid your mother not despair
To see you taken and treated so lowly;
Bid her rejoice in your ravings,
Tell her raise the torch and call on Hymen
To bless and seal this doom
Which has been set to avenge your righteous dead
Who fell beneath these now so hollow walls.
Exhort her not to weep for her mad daughter,
Who, in being made concubine to this beast
Weds high indeed in final truth,
As through this match she goes to a god,
And he the one most truly feared.
The torchlight flashing
Like starlight in your rolling eyes!
Your beauty as you whirled there,
Absorbed in frenzied grief
Became a sight before which divinity trembled!
Your broken people smiled in pity for you,
Eyes full and dimmed with tears.
Yet it is enough, perhaps, for you alone to know
As you are carried off across the lashing seas
To the enemy land,
The flames of your dead city
Lighting the night's horizon,
Holding in your heart the bittersweet truth none would believe,
You commune with the Eternal,
Bearing gall and misery
To an arrogant fool.
Dear God,
Thank you so much for making me your child through my faith in Jesus Christ, my Saviour and Lord... Keep me always trusting You, and living for You by Your grace, along Your power, and for Your glory.
As God's saved child, perseverant am I to love the Lord earnestly
Always thankful for the privilege to be cared by Him unconditionally...
With sweet favour to grow midst divine nature, enjoying provisions constantly
I render obediently my utmost to Him willingly!
As God's servant, striving am I to become better and more faithful
Always humbled by His grace, awesomely wonderful...
With granted inheritance so rich and full
I fulfill blissfully His assigned roles which are indeed purposeful!
As God’s steward*, persistent am I to practice essence of sacrificing
Always glad as recipient of His marvelous blessing...
With heavenly wealth possessing midst transformation-processing
I labour cheerfully for His work, spiritually advancing!
As God’s student, teachable am I to learn from the Scriptures
Always ready to follow biblical procedures of perfect wisdom-features...
With prudent warnings against worldly vultures
I invest wholeheartedly for eternal treasures in my reaching-out ventures!
As God's soldier, courageous am I to claim jubilant victory
Always prepared as commissioned to proclaim Christ's Gospel story...
With truth and mercy that combat hell's misery
I share diligently His peace for others' redemption toward heaven's glory!
As God’s strengthened prayer warrior, consistent am I to trust His might
Always blessed in expressing my supplications in fellowship delight...
With faith that pleases the Almighty along fervent intercession delight
I seek sincerely His approval while surmounting unbelief's blight!
As God's settled believer, repentant am I to confess my transgression
Always grateful for pardon that cleanses iniquities toward sanctification...
With His kindness to forgive my admitted sins and errors by His compassion
I live wholly for my Lord Who does the best for me midst His preservation!
*1Corinthians 4:1 Let a man so account of us, as of the ministers of Christ, and stewards of the mysteries of God.
April 15, 2018
One of the poems featured on the Poetry Soup home page on June 25 to July 1, 2023.
I hide from nothing , but the world itself ,
Not interested in its so called worldly wealth .
Lost to me
All that I ever did see
What I once thought I could be
To what I have to this day become .
Grasping at memoires , of where I once came from.
For myself,the name I wanted to make.
The chances I now hesitate to take
Eyes blurred from all that I ever saw
When did I ever walk within the law
Fought till bloody and bruised
Broken down beaten till half confused
Back starting to bow
Age passes faster than you know.
What you wish you could of held on to,
Maybe it's the reason I still feel blue
At which point did I forget that I must grow
The age that I know I now show
Passes before my eyes
Memories of yesterday , showing how the time really flies
Love , hate
Never to late
Being the predictor , of my own fate
Closing my eyes dreaming of love out there , somewhere lost.
The heart never fails to pay the cost.
Gone are the comforts of a good night sleep
Can anything ever be really for keep.
May my heart never again weep
The vision that fades making it hard to now see
What I truly wished to one day be
I hope I don't lose my way
Or the words I want to say
To be locked within the mind
Only the memories of yesterday can you find
No more words can I think to say
Watching as the world from which I hide, slowly fades to gray
In the darkness I searched for my own way
Each passing yesterday become one less tomorrow
How many more days of life can I borrow
When it all ends in sorrow
Hold the very heart you feel beat
Cause always ,there's a chance the reaper is waiting there to greet
Life still bows with such great sorrow
Realizing there never will be another tomorrow
What will that ever change..
What things might you rearrange
Or go blissfully into the unknown
Rising above the fear you have shown
Darkness replaces the light
Fades away , does the will to fight.
From a babe to a old soul seems in a blink of an eye
So you are born surly just to die.
Time runs out .tick bloody tock
No after life at the end of this clock
No flaming lakes of fire
Not that easy , when your clock hits expire
A bright light appears
Now comes the time everybody truly fears.
Simply nothing you can even do
You have found the end is but the beginning, of life anew
In autumn's graceful waltz of time
Where beauty and decay lovely intertwine.
And where joy and sorrow blissfully dance
In grace, they move this is a mesmerizing rhyme.
Leaves fall like a master painter's dream
Such a masterpiece mixed in color and light.
Twirling and a pirouette and the wind's gentle hymn
Is celebrating life's fleeting and graceful flight.
Raindrops are falling in a celestial jeté
I breathe in the air so crisp and so fair.
A gentle wind as secrets it keeps
A promise of renewal in the cool autumn ballet.
Within decay's soft and relentless caress
Unseen beauty takes the actors stage.
Golden leaves crunch underfoot like nature’s applause
Soft light filters through the trees like a lover's gaze.
Silence of the air soothes my soul like a lullaby.
Autumn is a ballet of graceful transition
A time for release and a moment to move on.
Yet, it is also a time of great hope.
A chance for fresh beginnings and where dancers are drawn.
The Harvest's abundance in life's great field
For the Fruits of labor and love's sweet trove.
The apple's nectar on my tongue, it yields.
Nature's gift is a dance
from heavens above.
Yet, as I taste the apple’s sweet yield...
I am transported to autumns of past.
To childhood days in the orchard field
And laughter lament is fading fast.
We seek the fire's embrace
against the chill.
As we are preparing for winter's
timeless phase.
And children's laughter fills with thrill -
That joyous echo of
Halloween's displays.
A fire crackles in life’s burning spin.
Look, as new life emerges from...
the ember's gentle glow.
We experience a symbol of...
transformation
a dance within...
Just like life's eternal rhythm...
like a river's ebb and flow.
There is steadfast and an...
unwavering resolve.
As a lone leaf clings to its
solitary dream.
A dream of green...
a dance as life revolves...
Against winter's ongoing
relentless regime.
Within winter's embrace and where life's seeds lie
Lies a seed of promise...
in silence grown.
I close my eyes and join autumn's
endless grace.
In reverie... I find my truest home.
Yet when I awaken -
It was a fleeting dream.
As the scent of autumn lingers in the air...
A testament to time that life's beauty is in…
Its ever-turning stream.
Elegant grace has clothed us all blissfully...I give Him high praise
Cherishing His Charitable spirit and sensing His faithful love overflow in us, giving us peace of mind and so much more
Honor the Lord Almighty as you graze in your own maze
Oh so mesmerized by the sun's effulgence as it illuminates our sentiments
Every day, I think upon His grand peace and it brings me a rejoicing voice
Determined to seek spiritual relief from physical pain that I bled out in vain
Eager to be in God's brilliant Kingdom...I want to be perfected with prosperity so pure and pleasant
Nourish me with clean food that is acceptable in Your sight and let me build up Your marvelous might
Cleanse me with the soap of serenity and water of wellness
Obeying You at this present time, guilty for the past where I committed sinful crime
Understanding where You stand (on Mount Zion!) and eating of Your flavorful fruit of refreshing life and knowledge
Roaming in the wilderness of woe and affliction...craving your comfort and calm that has an aroma of blessed balm
Aroma so sweet, so desired by my nostrils that once smelled nostalgic stench...am I still considered "beloved", oh Father? Am I still instructed to love one another?
Glory be to Him whose Law is far above America's Law...very healing with holy justice
Enduring and not departing from faith-sprouting freedom that is planted by the Gardener of Gracious Jubilance...can You plant a seed of vibrant love in me? Can I express my thanksgiving to You always and forever?
Moreover, He feeds us with the tranquil truth and having the urge to pull out the weeds of abominable lusts and lamentable lies
Echoed encouragement embraces my every being and I wept no more! What a miracle in disguise!
Narcissistic, never-ending negativity neglects my attitude of gratitude
Teach me Your zealous and excellent Word that preserves pleasures that are from God of Israel...I will remain devoted to Him for eternity and beyond! He never deserts our longing, praiseworthy heart and heartfelt, blessed-upon mind - I hope I hope I won't be defiled drastically by the Father of Flourishing Faiths...but, we keep on drifting away from doing what's right, falling short in our wrong-doings, yet forgiven of our iniquities - God is greater than GOOD!
Love's Duet
by Rick Rucker
Does your heart, to you, sound like a spinet?
Ever louder, by the minute?
My diagnosis, sad to say,
Someone has stolen your heart away!
What's that you say,
Inside your chest it still does stay?
How can it be both gone and here?
You do not comprehend, I fear.
Once it has been taken,
All your beliefs will be shaken.
All of those things you “knew,”
Suddenly don't seem so true.
A heart is an instrument for others to play,
In choice of tune, you have no say.
Will that person play love's sonnet?
Or only “taps” will the other play upon it?
Will it be a concerto, brave and full.
Or will it leave you in a lull?
If the player is a master,
You may still avert disaster.
If the player is tried and true,
A duet will you both “do.”
Love's sweet song should go on forever,
Rising always, ending never.
How long can forever be,
Perhaps past Eternity?
It's in the hands of The Fates,
Maybe past The Pearly Gates?
I hope you find an accompanist that knows
How to play you, head to toes.
Starting softly, slowly,
Probably with whispers, uttered lowly,
Moving on, a little quicker,
Ever mindful of your ticker.
Better to not move too fast,
After all, you want this to last!
Suddenly you've lost your sight,
You don't know if it's day or night.
Feeling that you're in a haze,
Your nerves on edge, your brain, a daze.
Now the tempo has increased,
All inhibitions have been released,
You want this to go on forever,
Rising always, ending never!
Were it to continue, just like this,
You would never know the bliss,
Of the musician's artful finish,
The one that takes, yet won't diminish,
The feelings that this is our reward,
For doing work, and being bored,
By the petty things in life,
For this moment that feels like a knife,
Coursing through your brain,
Bringing that exquisite pain,
Was that all a dream,
Or did you just hear someone scream?
Rising now, to applause,
The musician must have been the cause,
Of the warmth that does flow,
All over you, from head to toe.
Enlivened now, but blissfully spent,
You know that this was no accident,
Like musicians have always said,
To get good, practice often 'til you're dead!
March 2 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Joshua 13-15
Key Verse – Joshua 13:1 Now Joshua was old and stricken in years; and the LORD said unto him, Thou art old and stricken in years, and there remaineth yet very much land to be possessed.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY POSSESSION ENRICHER
Lord God, You are my possession Enricher;
in You I have everlasting wealth that does forever remain
Thank You for lifting me up to Your eternal plan of heavenly terrain
Not in worldly borders that are worthless and vain---
I honour You for granting me divine inheritance-gain.
Lord God, You are my possession Enricher;
in You I depend for refreshing sweet rest
Thank You for reigning in my life to win against materialism test
Not in dwellings that expel what’s genuinely best---
I esteem You for Your sacrifice for my salvation’s fullest.
Lord God, You are my possession Enricher;
in You I trust for heavenly revival
Thank You for upholding me to wait for Your arrival
Not to be busy in focusing on earthly survival---
I worship You while You bestow upon me grace for divine upheaval.
Lord God, You are my possession Enricher;
in You I blissfully delight
Thank You for guiding me to follow Your light
Not the sparkle offered by humanistic stardom’s flight---
I seek You and Your Word to do what’s true and right.
Lord God, You are my possession Enricher;
in You I experience great transformation
Thank You for blessing me with Your bountiful provision
Not with carnal cravings bringing transgression-destruction---
I cling to You as You fence me around Your protection.
Lord God, You are my possession Enricher;
in You I abide for good testimony record
Thank You for drawing me near You by Your compassion-cord
Not by worldly entertainment of alluring discord---
I submit to You, learning from Your principles’ accord.
Lord God, You are my possession Enricher;
in You I stick without regret
Thank You for pulling me toward Your riches’ supply with no debt
Not to worry over crisis and loss of financial target---
I yield to You while You guard me inside the perfection You have set.
March 2, 2023
National Panic Wednesday March 9th, 2022 actually... every day
Founded by Tom and Ruth Roy
solely to acknowledge hardship
of A. R. Harris
and her husband M.S. Harris,
who cope poorly
(even courtesy medication)
with anxiety attacks, especially when
violated, probed, interrogated courtesy
Highland Manor inquisition,
which traumatizing event happened
on aforementioned date
included with poem title.
J. G. and P. F.
constitute management team
under jurisdiction of Quoss
(pronounced chhath tt) and Grade,
who espouse principle laissez faire
but whose exhibited heavy handedness
pertaining to the married couple
named in the third line of this poem.
Either one or the other gals
who attend these premises
here at the Schwenksville location
(I won't mention
the state as penile solitude)
alluded to a peculiarly nasty odor
emanating from unit B44,
our man/woman cave.
We received a twenty four hour deadline
to get into shipshape the disarray
messiness even Pigpen
would find abominable,
yet upon receiving both
oral and written admonition,
me and the missus
buckled down and kickstarted
frenzied whirlwind one bedroom
apartment cleaning spree
zoned out like zombies of Sugar Hill
when the clock struck bewitching hour,
more specifically that alluded time
synonymous with midnight.
No matter we felt dead tired
whereat neither option
to acquire additional time,
nor desist existed,
and yet nearly impossible mission
to continue, but appealing
to temptation of sandman
out of the question.
Deep sleep for the weary
appeared oh so heavenly,
on par with plate
of powder milk biscuits,
our mandate (analogous to pilgrims
adults and children -
forced to fight in crusades)
forbid cessation, thus to plod
and plow onward
despite overwhelming urge to plotz,
(not the slang definition)
found yours truly
blissfully in dreamland
when me noggin hit the pillow,
Not for a minute
could yours truly
sit down and take a breather,
despite severe lower
(rightside) back pain.
Said dull throbbing ache
diagnosed as tight muscles
by Doctor (physical therapist)
John R. Mishock,
he would not countenance
(approve, comply, honor...)
I popped one Ibuprofen.
It's day one.
But not really, because its actually been two years
And my Body is starting to eat itself
As each year passes, another part of me is consumed.
A leg, a finger, a part of my brain
I stumble through the day with my one leg, and half
A brain, attempting, trying to function
Oh! My eye is gone, I can no longer see -
How will I get to work?
Day two, but not really, since we’re going on
Year Four
And my skin has started to rot, and peel
Onlookers cover their nose at the stench
Of my rotting corpse, dragging itself down the street
Father ignores the necrosis
Although he has learned, somehow
To cover his nose
And look away from the maggots nestled
Comfortably in my flesh
But Sister claws at my cannibalistic Body
In anger and fights,
Desperately trying
To stop Her from eating me
But last night, She took my heart.
The one thing I had, she took -
Unexpectedly.
Its shrieks of pain pierced the cold night air
As it was slowly and mercilessly
torn apart, tortured for hours,
Till the screams subsided and turned
Into a deafening silence.
So now, I move with no heart
No brain
No fingers or feet
Just a torso, an arm and
An empty half-a-head
Dragging itself down the street.
I can no longer think, feel, breathe or remember
It takes me at least
Forty five minutes, to remember where I put my keys
Or my shoes
I smile at people with half my lips, laugh
With half a stomach, come home
Lie in bed and stare at the ceiling
With half an eye
My Body and I are no longer one,
She operates completely on her own and
Has become my enemy.
She spends every day
Taking more from me, determined
To make sure I do not see the next
But I cannot blame her one bit, for you see,
Her Owner is despicable.
She laid in silence, watching as I
Hurt those She loved, destroyed a future She built
Discarded the ones She cared for
And damaged Her beyond repair
She deserves Her revenge
I will not fight Her for it
Soon the day will come
When the last of Her and I
is consumed, when the both of us will
be taken away
Into the abyss, our fear and regret disappearing
Into the unknown, finally free, blissfully free
from the pain we both endured.