Long Capacities Poems
Long Capacities Poems. Below are the most popular long Capacities by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Capacities poems by poem length and keyword.
S tars perfectly align [cohabitation]
e ndless-spaces posing, [a-vast] cosmic, ecliptic, dance of
[c ast], at it's (station parting as chaotic entropy).
P ulling g a laxies together, a [tapestry] in intrinsic entrance of (separate positions adorning culled existence).
A fter eons of celeStial [tide], weaving fate's intricate [thread of] abode to abide (stretching partition arearing capacities extension).
C osmic wonders emerge, in this theater that the universe has advanced as (spreading propellant aortic celled expanse) .
E nergy transfered, transposedly, written and read as (s-ystem p-artition a-spiring c-onnection e-xistensibly.)
Why should
or would
or could authority of competing violent colonizing pasts
outweigh responsibility for our cooperative co-arising futures?
People with disabling histories
seem to be more honest,
transparent,
to speak thirsty truth
to disintegrities of egocentric abilities
practiced to disempower others,
stalking chronic vulnerability to WinLose ZeroSum enculturation.
Sometimes candid integrity,
honesty,
if not dismissed as pie in sky mysticism,
ignored as a not fully developed fool's errand,
denies BusinessAsUsual WinLose ecopolitical camouflage,
Mendacity hidden behind stalking
competing white lies don't publicly or privately matter
as much as white male privileged
Western historical enculturation capacities
control
colonizing toward SuperElite
stalking LeftBrain-languaged
deductive/reductive supremacy
Stalking privileges over heart-mind RightBrain disabilities
retaining newborn faith
about our shared abilities
to love all Sacred EarthTribe
With a love preferring non-violent revolutions
working around
and through
and against further patriarchal dominant evolutions,
devolutions stalking remaining undervalued pockets,
populations
nature/spirit populace
resilient residents
of health/wealth co-resonant integrity,
humane/divine trans-physical
omnipresent ability
to love future/past fully
Committed to climate health/wealth,
inside egos and outside ecological poly-theologies
Truth within BeautyGrace
Why should
or would
or could authority of competing violent competing missionary pasts
outweigh responsibility for our cooperative co-arising
secular/sacred
physical/metaphysical
outside/inside
healthy/wealthy
eco/ego-
futures?
I know that there's a grand design for life
That we're all formed in wonder and intent
So nature's palette blooms with color, rife
To daub its hues on all that's heaven-sent
Each sparrow, leaf or twist of amber grain
Is kissed by the Almighty's sacred breath
And every breach we cross, is not in vain
But ordered so to guide us, birth-to-death
Such miracles - we're each His masterpiece
The will to choose, so granted from above
Conceived in His own likeness to increase
And framed with deep capacities for love
God makes us each the canvas for His art ...
And paints life's precious colors ... on our heart.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Brian's Choice Z, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Hope Old Or New" Poetry Contest, Carolyn Devonshire, Judge & Sponsor.
(Ten syllables per line, counted at HowManySyllables.com)
Our beauty is hidden in our words!
Rumi (M. Mafi, trans.)
Our content in contentment
hides within commitment toward integrity.
Our beauty is hidden in our words
said only toward ourselves.
Barometers of mental health
for how we are and are not feeling
beautiful,
good,
fair,
balanced,
just,
harmonious,
confluent,
content,
graceful,
like good mentors without external hypocrisy,
and sometimes not such good mentors.
Mentors with words redolent of harmonic peace,
or maybe sometimes too much non-violent peace,
passive aggressive surfing, searching back and forth,
or even violently imagining unworded diverse futures
of yourself,
those around you,
generalized economic and sociopathological
and therapeutic
States and Species of thrive or demise,
and planet Earth,
and our Universe,
sometimes a metaphysically closing system,
sometimes more beautifully opening
although with considerable stress
tipping points,
trimming tabs and scissors,
adjusting balance, halves of ecologic,
within our internal voices of environ-mental health
as hope for cultural beauty.
Humaned nature adds economic
and cultural
and psychological freedom to evolve
kindness of mutual subsidiary intention,
an active love of peaceful mind.
Nature is only limited by absence
of regenerative orthopraxis,
caring and nurturing,
economically and politically powerful values
exercised within the classroom of each day.
Ecotherapeutic voices in our nights
and days of reconnecting consciousness
create our daily practice
of natural systemic design,
this song of synergy,
creative universal intelligence.
Cooperative kindness and competitive unkindness
are capacities coincident to all of nature,
a polar range from regeneration through decomposition,
from synergy through negentropy,
Kindness and love self-optimize as "Truths of Beauty"
when we freely choose sufficiency of contentment,
with full will and ecojustice intent.
My words surf my beauty and hope and synergy,
in and out,
back and forth,
listening for my listening gracefilling bicameral heart
and comprehensive consciousness,
discovering contentment within my content,
form within my information,
ecobalancing function within form,
fractal frequencies within bioregenerative
self-optimizing function.
Surfing echo frequencies,
Earth's words of microwaving grace.
I mean I understand
This hatred comes in difference,
But does it have to
Come along with ignorance?
We were born in the same,
Process we call love,
But doesn't that prove
Itself on how it comes?
I say this to lives
In front of me
Up to the furthest,
Destination to being,
Can we please just,
End all these acts,
Of violence in life,
& remain pact?
I'm tired of losing,
My friends & relatives,
Even strangers & children,
To wars from irrelevance,
Culture defining humanity,
Truth it is all yes,
But defining humans
Is not what it meant,
In any type of faith
It has all given hope,
In any type of blessing
Thankfully kept ahold,
So doesn't that clarify,
Our capacities in regrets,
So our understanding
Can be also met,
I'm thinking too much
About this matter
That we're dealing with,
I want it to shatter,
I want our generation to survive...
Form:
Forum Nine
(for: my poetess-commentator)
LoudVoice:
O, the dazzles of my Sports city; in groups of Guilds – behold the
stylish touches with which the Painter & the Architect do adorn our city: a visitor would
think of us & acknowledge us for the organization of the Classical Olympic Games. Then,
what a pleasure, a treasure accomplished in the solid work done in our Sports city! Of the
Myth, History & Wisdom carved for Posterity, aren’t Work, Art & Nature so honourable?
LowVoice:
Then, our erratic Age of Fashion has certain capacities for praise …
LoudVoice:
O, that’s untruly frank about this pointed issue I hadn’t your guts to raise!
(to be contd.)
"Every struggle in my life has been a lesson and made
me stronger." Quote by _Constance La France
For nearly forty years, I served in various capacities
in my chosen career. The way seemed hard and dark,
misty, cloudy and filled with fog. Every road I traveled
led to struggles and questions, and never finding traction,
I moved on. Since high school, every place in my abode was
an unsettling one, and the fitting never seemed to be just
right. But each job, position, struggle, and trial made me
bigger and the better for it. The route was lonely, and the
navigation was always challenging; and often The Lord seemed
to have provided just enough, just in time. As the song says,
"Through it all, I've learned to trust in Jesus; I've learned to
trust in God". I am now much better prepared and equipped
to help others find their way through the jungle of life which
can be treacherous at times. And looking back, I have concluded
that my struggles were just what the doctor ordered.
111422PSCtest, WRITING CHALLENGE - ''V'' . Constance La France. 2P.
The quote chosen: "Every struggle in my life has been a lesson and made
me stronger." Quote by _Constance La France. The form chosen: Verse
Human nature has no sense of time and space as being an automatic element of change. Indeed, modern mankind bears the very same degrading capacities
for evil as did our forefathers. Regardless of where they were stationed on the planet or what time period they existed, they had the ability to both do good
as well as to be evil. *Ancient history records a SILKEN ruler, rich and
powerful, who had little concern for anyone but himself. Moreover, records
reveal that he came from good and decent stock, having descended from a family who shared graciously with the citizens of their domain. Drowning in a
pool of OPULENCE handed down from his forefathers four centuries prior to his reign, it appeared that any trace of VICARIOUS blood had completely vanished.
Indeed, he had no concept of what it meant to act or suffer on behalf of another. He ruled dictatorially and any who voiced opposition were at best
thrown into prison or even worse, killed. His was a steady diet of violence and war with no regard for international laws. An ADORN of militaristic gear every
day was his attire, and he demanded that everyone including his family to
EXULT and render praise to him regardless of what he did or didn't do. He
made a MOCKERY of justice and goodwill, rendering void any IMPETUS for change. It was he alone who created the vast CHASM of relational turmoi, and
it would take time and God alone if ever there would be tranquility. His depraved reign was proof. The die was cast long ago in a garden called Eden.
08142018PoetrySoupContest, Eight Word Challenge, John Hamilton, 7P
*Fictional. 14-24 line max.
The night grows silent after you have gone
I sigh, knowing it was you I could count on
Moon glows quietly, pouring out her light
While the stars glisten across the dusky night
The night reminds me that I’m utterly alone
Oh my, how our time together has flown?
When will I see you again… in the eternal
Where we’ll elude the unending nocturnal
The night sings of the sun’s soft beckoning
From morning’s heart – tis’ the day of reckoning
When the yesterday trembles with disbelief
Because this day is such an auspicious relief
The night grows weary with its revelations
Tender admissions of the heart’s foundations
Quivering hues of wonders and veracities
Abiding in the soul with adoring capacities
The night gentles those who know its beauty
Love this alive is more than the heart’s duty
This is the blessing that never stops giving
Because we know God, we are really living
The night is like an honest look at His grace
And the moments excite like hope’s embrace
Wherever you go, remember He is there
And, whatever you do, know that He’s aware
Let go of the pain, the struggles and strife
Take hold of His hand and find eternal life
Know the love that comes to hearts who agree
God gave His Son to set the prisoner free…
The night surely knows that the prisoner was me
And while I don’t have the words, I finally see
Beyond the darkness of the past, there is a hope
Hope that heals and reassures that I can truly cope
Wherever I go, I know the love that leads my soul
And as long as I look to Jesus, my heart will be whole
So that I can see beyond the prayers and praise
To the love that colors me in this grace that will amaze
Wherever I go, God walks with me and guides me
I’m sure that He’s stronger than the strongest tree
And when I look to Him, there I’ll find the assurance
He is the power that offers my heart its insurance
The night whispers to me about all that I’ve left behind
But I know the One who is so beautiful and kind
He tells me that this love is always going to be mine
With Him, I have eternal life and that is the bottom line!
Constant sorrow, longing heart
A wounded soul that wishes to help
A sickened body that cannot die
Hating the physical condition
Yearning for the healing staff
Wishing I could help, knowing my body is sickly
Yearning and hoping my strength returns soon
Like a dream upon the sea of stars
Hurting the heart when my lover,
Doesn't believe my capacities
Feeling the crushing pain and sorrow fall down
The tears unshed waiting for the final release
My love lies bleeding, my heart opened up
My sorrowful song enclosed
my dreams slowly break on the harsh sea
Constantly my hope is battered across the rocks
Will it break soon?
Wishing that I had the same look,
Dreaming the fanciful illusion
Wishing to break the incubus curse
Always longing for a love that doesn't leave
The dragon and the Phoenix are bound in the bamboo cage
The dragon song moved the Phoenix heart
Soon they loved ensnared
When they regain freedom
Will their love still be there?
Fearing the way forward.
Regretting the troubled past
When will my heart find peace?
When will I be at ease?
When will I be free?