Long Borning Poems
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Dream Weaver
The weaver sits before the threshold of the daystar
Upon a carpet dyed in ebony spread across an alabaster porch,
Hidden by a cape of ivory shimmers,
In between twilight’s caress and the palest blush of dawn,
To gather from the floor of slumber’s tent, and far pavilions,
Starlight threads of lacy midnight raptures
And cobwebs mystery floating through deep scars of laughter
Before the matins glowing door calls sleepers come away
From silent symphonies of solitude
Or whispering shivers of echoes returning
To scatter remnants of midnight dances
When the weaver’s hand swiftly guides the flying shuttle
To bind the fragile luminescent strands -
Silver silent tears next to mornings’ strong resolve,
New hope in borning green,
White hot strands - convictions passion -
Bound forever next to nightmares, braided chords of shimmery,
Dark secrets spoken only in between chords of sunlit days
Rosy remembrance woven overall
With light speed pushing warp and woof pulling tangled dreams apart
Forever woven into midnight’s mantle of translucent silken patterns
Worn closest to the spirit’s metaphor,
Light as cloud ships on a summer wind song
Bold and strong as visionary glimpses of eternity,
In flowing rhythms and textures irony emerging
Worn upon the mantle’s visage,
A maze of multi-colored hues scattered through the cloth -
A pattern of the mystic scheme –
A portrait of the soul emerging
From the weaver waiting at the threshold
Of the silver dawning sunset, reflections faithful servant,
Eternal guardian of the misty portico
Where the weary pilgrim passes on the twilight breezes
Welcomed as a child bringing home garlands woven in the sunlight,
Wreaths of memory crowning time,
Carrying in their hands brilliant threads to bind -
To rest again in the lullaby of stillness
While the weaver listens to the humming
Of sweet slumber’s singing loom
To weave a cloth of dreams.
Metamorphosis
I woke up this morning
With a feeling of dread;
I felt I was a-borning,
Where I'd be better if dead!
I woke up to religion,
My brother was some other,
I belonged to a region,
All issues were my bother.
What was once a call to prayer
Was so much noise to me,
I wanted to strip the layer,
Hidden idols there to see.
Where dress scarcely mattered,
(Pugh, burkha, saffron scarf)
My fragile beliefs lay tattered,
Common sense would dwarf.
My angst would not be bottled,
Imagined slights would rile me,
Your freedom makes me feel throttled,
I won't let things be as they be.
I'd take up a gun tomorrow,
Set right things as I deem fit.
Notions of nations make me sorrow,
As causes just waver and flit.
I am so lost and adrift,
Have donned the mantle of Samsa,
A vermin in thought is my shift,
An abhorrent creature of Kafka!
~kcm
(Gregor Samsa wakes up one morning changed into a vermin, a cockroach, in Franz Kafka's Metamorphosis. Just wondered if our minds have undergone this type of change)
Self-Existent Light
Beyond the sight of imagination,
Invisible of alpha and omega,
Unseen your non-existent borning daystar
Glory and splendor collide,
Pure sinew of sublimity
Source of ceaseless heartbeats
Flame without source,
Robed in resplendence.
No vacuum!
No space for ebony!
No consummation!
No cradle!
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Divine edgeless clarity
Perpetual renewal of resplendence -
Wholeness illuminated,
Spring of radiance
Eternity’s original mystery
Needing neither tinder nor spark
Light – essence of the Eternal
Eternally coupled fission and fusion.
Fleshless eternal incandescence
Uncontainable virginal day
Infinite dynamo of electric brightness,
Ceaseless and incorruptible,
Self-contained chalice
Of always,
Chrysalis of incensed endless fuel
Shines from within Perfection.
Pure light
Pure love
Pure font
Undimmed Eternal
6-8-23
Contest: Self-Existent Light
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Komorebi 11-8-23
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Komorebi
Sunlight dashes through boughs adorned
In autumn’s scent of red orange crimson
Tossing diamonds of daybreak from their limbs
Into the borning air of dawn
To litter the forest floor in clutter of crystal auroras
Playing hide and seek with shadows,
Awakened by the roster’s first blush,
To prance across branches on tip-toes of brindled magic
As the moon and sun, the darkness and dawn,
Change places in daily do-se-dos,
Leaving fingerprints of light, in moments of intimacy,
When fingers of dappled warmth push back shadows
With celestial sighs of radiance
And flutter like a sparkling flute of luminosity
Cascading in ricochets from oak to elm to evergreen
Until gleeful pandemoniums of white fire
Give birth to awe in strings of burnished zephrys
Draped in jubilees through boughs of dawning beauty
Woven in strands of light as sunshine thinks on loveliness -
Decorations of celebration!
Dream Pilgrim
Slipping past the threshold of the daystar in velvet vesper hues
My weary pilgrim heart sheds the restraints
Of pale dawn’s blush and twilight’s silver dawning darkness dyed in ebony
To gather starlit threads of lacy midnight raptures –
Cobwebs of mysterious deep scars –
Shivering echoes and silent symphonies solitudes
Pulling apart tangled luminescent threads of soaring moon fantasy dances
Of wild, untamed, white hot strands of passion in braided chords of shimmery
Cords of dark secrets bound in night terrors of colorless tantrums -
Rosy remembrances and new hope in borning greens –
Scattered remnants of the forgotten in barefoot convictions
To weave a gauzy metaphor light as clouds ships on a midnight seascape
A fragile souvenir of pale hoarfrost in flowing textures of irony –
Emerging mystic patterns bold as an ephemeral glimpse of eternal
Gossamer filaments in mystic schemes of far pavilions
A fleeting tapestry – a mantle of the epic pilgrimage visage -
Disappearing into wreaths of corona’s memory crowning
In new light of re-emerging time’s strong resolve
Only to reprise the journey when sighs of sweet slumber’s song
Again invites my heart to explore the maze in shimmers of sleep
1-27-21
N/A - 2/2/21 - Contest - All Yours (Feb 1)
Current Contest - Final 2021 N/A Choice 3
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Bilocation – 2-11-24
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Bilocation
Love
Slips through labyrinths of tangled spirits
Complexities and conundrums of misdirection
Released by prophecy,
Like clairvoyant fingers of misty sunshine
in two planes
sharing one minute.
Love reaches beyond boundaries of fluttering flesh -
A bridge point of lyric pointillism
With the rhythmic respirations of one breath
Inhaled,
Exhaled,
In poetic unison.
Love exists
Beyond mortality of bone and sinew,
Not begging for crumbs
At the prophesied banquet
The festival
That rains clear jubilees
On every exuberant heart
Reveling in its ecumenical caress
Wrapping cells, bound in time,
With never aging,
Time released,
Pulsing plasmas.
Love dissolves membranes
In transdermal hands of blessing
Showering polka dots of zest
On the skin of souls
Transfusing showers of tenderness,
Ardor
And affection
Into ever borning present – never past –
Seeds
Planted like ephemeral timeless sunlight
Without minutes
Or astral lines
Love
Leaves permanent footprints
All at once
And
Everywhere.
“Charm is a delusion and beauty fleeting but a God fearing woman is to be honored” - Proverbs 31:10-31
Capable Woman
A capable woman plants seeds to birth in a harvest plan
Buys a fruitful vineyard and tends it with a tender hand
Clothed in dignity she plants seeds of holiness
Daughter of the Lord she remembers the poor in lowliness
Entrepreneur who gathers God’s inspiration like sheaths of wheat
Feeding the hungry around her table replete
Gleaning goodness from God’s gifts at hand
Happy in the work of her hands
In the shadows of dawn sings psalms to the morning
Jewel treasured at the city gates borning
Knowing her need for God today
Loyalty guides her prayer ballet
More precious than rubies her family devotion
No idle hands rest at dawn or dusk in harmonic motion
Offering light in the darkness from her overflowing lamp
Purple cloth and linen dress her in steadfast mercy’s stamp
Quiet moments in knowing calm as God’s cherished child
Reveries of laughter flow like satin pearls mild
Soaring on silk wings of blessings chivalrous
To reject bread seasoned with the frivolous
Unrestrained joy as she weaves comforting cloaks
Vigor in the fruit of her labor contentment evokes
Wise woman who speaks with humility’s pace
Xenith of creativity in woven patterns of grace
Yet she embraces the caress of God’s ways
Zeal shines out as she embraces each day
2-10-23
Proverbial Poetry
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
The description of the Capable Woman/Wife in Proverbs is a Hebrew acrostic
Tribute
Bright star, ascendant,
Now too quickly gone,
Light becoming -
Bright as transparent rainbow colors
Made of sun and storm
Lingering on the sky
With not one color unseen,
Full spectrum complete
Of joys, of tears, of hope -
Abiding memory
Of child becoming one
With woman
In endless summer days
Winter secrets spoken beneath storms
Running through the spring
To autumntide.
Bright Star
With images held fast by midnight,
Rememberings paused,
Nothing added –
Nothing changed –
No words re-spoken
No actions explained;
A circle completed
All the threads joined
Into a tapestry of light
As shades attempt to separate
Present from memory
Going beyond
The still and final chord –
The naked soul
Fleeing to the light.
Bright star ascending
I still look for you
Upon the velvet sky,
Searching that empty space
Where you resided,
That place
Where daily tasks busied your active hands –
Where shimmering dreams
Guided your every step
In quiet recesses that even friendship
Left untouched –
For your light reflected
Life’s ever borning essence
Bubbling up,
You reflected the stunning wonder
Found in all creation.
Bright star,
This night I stop along the way
To tell you
I still miss
The patterns of your light
And honor you
With tears
Of separation,
Celebration,
And of love,
Quietly residing
Where the signature
Of your days
Wrote an indelible portrait –
To you, bright star -
A light that never dies.
Cul-de-Sac
Quick steps slow to hesitate
The sudden curve of a straight white line
Into the mists of detour
Lined with haunting facades
Of blurred addresses
And faded street signs
Where echoes of curiosity bluster -
Magic or madness -
In proverbs of warning about blind alleys -
Mayhem or mystic -
Bending the lane
Like the nautilus inner ear
A flat arc where light searches
For the sacred
Past faceless abodes lining this curlicue
With a come-on to remain
Yet the heart knows to follow
The flamboyant contours,
Like angel’s wings,
Into the loop – not a dead end
But a recoiling boomerang
Leaving knots of doubt behind
Arms open wide to inquisitive's marathon
Then ride the hairpin rail out of gossamer inkiness
Leaving behind the rags of repetition
Into a rosy borning road.
2-21-23
Contest: This or That
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Theme chosen – Cul-de-Sac
Covenant
Barren, brown and dust,
The vast horizon line pushes on a meandering sky
Pulling away from desert’s still and lifeless form
Where life itself only dreams above this land devoid
Of earth’s abundant blessing,
Cheated of the ample bounty held within her skirts;
The endless waste appears to speak,
In its eternal void, of sin, so great,
Creator’s hand swept away all living things from its face
To mourn in everlasting time the life now gone –
The barren womb cries out for life to return
To devastated hills, to prairie plains as
This wasteland changeless lies
Through summer heat and winter rest,
Through autumn change, but does not change
Except to remain the constant brown,
Despairing emptiness of sage
Through which the racing wind
Rattles desert’s bones and chills
The blowing sands unending dance.
Dance, O desert,
In your plaintive waltz,
The vision of creation’s plan
Lives deep within your beating heart,
Not damned, but blessed,
Living out the fullest vow
To guide the promise overseeing
Dawn ascending from oblivion
Like Spring –
To blossom, to survive in sage and desert blooms
That seek to reach their fullest height,
The fragile flower fulfills its destiny
To grow above hostility,
Witness of the bond between infinity
And the enduring spark reborn within the restive voice
Breathing vigor into the ever borning essence of this land –
Life’s signature complete, rising up from the desert’s will,
Springing from cold desolation’s womb,
Beacons in the endless wilderness,
To join the hand of genesis to life’s inheritance.