Long Christens Poems
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Day's royal blue canopy fades into the outer recesses of space and time
As hoary sun sheds its fiery cloak for a deeper hue
Gilding light retracts its flaming parasol to horizon's edge
Last burning ember coalesces into a patchwork of glowing cinders
Shades of bright yellow diluted into coarser pinks, reds
Twilight kisses Helios' parting rays filtering light through a dispersed prism
Diffused light obfuscates glaring shadows and richer contrasts brew
Harmonious band of colors blended into the melting pot stew
The parade of colors christens the solitude of tranquil eve anew
The plush canvas emanates an aesthetic charm refined love to imbue
Linking mortal bonds to eternity's immutable chorus of beauty and bliss
Nocturnal creatures spring from lairs and croon chilling anthem to the blazing panoply
Cicada shell needed discarding, fast
Desperately ready for what she will become
Stepping rapidly out of her pitchy past
Towards freshness, her chance to succumb
Wavered mirage solidified as suitable man
Opportunity usually slashed with cruelty
Sigrid's vehemence needed a complete ban
Skin uncovered to reveal her new duality
Kind intentions filled fault lines, offered aquit
Approaching face to face day stirred her
Softer side on show, finally primed to submit
Pleas to release rancid shield heard her
New page turning requires vibrant virgin title
Her odd request, capable Ace conjured
Renewed endurance from Libby arises vital
Crowned with liberation, love pondered
Dazzling effect flung her mortality's motions
Scope to partake in romance unafraid
Libby's demeanor walks as waterfall, potion
Christens her effusive decision made
17th September
Sacral veil that shrouds bright hopes, dark fears
Screening altar that christens so deep a bond
Scrolled with the innocence of carefree years
Sacrificial shutter signifying all self-serving interests will abscond
Separating from the corporeal ties that correspond
Shade shielding truant desires from the dawning light
Mantle that merges burgeoning stems into fertile frond
Curtain hiding fawning beauty; maiden's honor not to spite
Mysterious tapestry woven to purposely slight, then seemlessly delight
Universal symbol sanctioning fealty, consecrating fidelity
Satin awning whose placid eaves opprobrium doth disquiet
Temporal cloth lifted; two souls span the bridge to immortality
Ceremonial threads relegated to the scrapbook of blanching time
Cherished patent that spawned a new love in it's prime
Harvest moon christens autumn's
regal jubilee
But festive soul pants for June's,
Rose moon matinee
Autumn's leaves sparkle with newly
minted sleeves
Yet my mellowed heart for
summer's jade cloak grieves
Bold colors tinge forest canvas
with newly painted eaves
But my insatiable eyes for the
silted, summer meadow seethes
Autumn's mountain orchards with
crisp, tart apple scents tease
Still my truant nostrils long July's,
blackberry aroma to breathe
Swirling autumn winds through
trees a blithe melody wheeze
But muffled ears strain to hear
soothing rhythms of a summer
breeze
My footsteps trod over the quilted
carpet of autumn's fallen leaves
Yet tingling feet long summer's
soft, clover strands soles to fleece
Pulsating honor doth corroded hearts impound
A blustery breeze echoes cries from each, preceding battleground
A recurring, eager parade of reporters, gawkers freely roam distant mound
Below, fatigued, tidy mass of steeled infantry; to death's throes bound
Neighing horses conditioned to mayhem the pageantry doth confound
On opposite ridges, mounted turrets prepared hell's fury to expound
On signal, a synchronized, concussive chorus doth its dark melody propound
Scraps of metal shards initiate; commencing another, toilsome round
After lengthy barrage, wits collected a more lethal volley to stound
Familiar, urgent order to charge christens hallowed ground
With youthful ardor a wide-eyed bugler doth the bridled expanse unbound
Shrieking rancor from recoiling rifles; a familiar anthem doth resound
Recurring cacophonous medley, weathered nerves drowned
Once more, a mass of flesh surges into the abyss with mortal hopes crowned
Anon, shattered limbs; gory wounds misery's cache compound
The cross is a symbol
of abject suffering
and base brutality,
lacking humanity.
Jesus nailed to the cross,
is a vile depiction of
cruelty and torture
causing anguish and death.
I find it curious
that Christens would select
such a gruesome image
to symbolize God's love.
How many innocent
souls have died on the cross
in the name of Jesus,
by so-called popes and priests?
A crucified figure
hanging in agony,
in no way represents
a caring, loving God.
Through His own testament,
Jesus was born a Jew,
and He prayed to Yahweh,
His one and only God.
Although a great healer
and a Jewish Rabbi,
history sees a man
and sadly, so do I.
(Quatrain)
11/4/2017
A hot sunny day
Tropical isle
My dark haired love
Sure makes me smile
I admire her beauty
Her body so pert
But most of all
Her soul and her heart
In the scorching heat
She treats me to share
Under the small waterfall
Her charms so bare
Against the rocks
Her back she rests
Cool running water
Caressing her breasts
Nature excites
As her hands explore
Forbidden lands
Like waves on the shore
The look in her eyes
As she reels me in
To taste the falls
As it runs on her skin
I treasure my time
As i work my way
Absorbing the mix
Of natures play
In time i reach
This prettiest of face
As the waterfall christens
In our special place
Kissing, chatting
Strolling back home
Waterfall reflecting
Enjoying sensuous roam
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I love her limpid, clear blue-eyes
and her long, yellow tresses;
wise, and with grace that never dies
or wavers, she blesses.
Behind those intelligent eyes,
she ponders, thinks, and listens;
as I surmise, she feels the rise
of saintliness that christens.
With golden tresses dressed in waves,
spooled, and weaved in sage;
she braves the loathing that enslaves,
assuaging enmity's rage.
Shrewd, wise, and just, she's tolerant,
patient, kind, and compassionate;
and eschews man's Pride, the giant
of deadly sins that's intemperate.
But her existence's all but undone,
for she's more abstract than real:—
that she's only fiction I bemoan,
for she's “la femme idéale.”
Resting on the mountains,
Suggesting joy and laughter,
Reflecting grace, stirring up…
Happiness that erases every doubt,
Silences every worry and fear,
Reminds the heart to be thankful…
Because, as I walk the autumn path
Delicious scents, rustling in the air,
Quieting my tears and whisper faith,
Gentling the soul with vibrant hues…
Amber and gold, chestnuts bold,
Tempting the light to touch the mind
With crackling steps,
Alive as the oaks and the birch,
Intimate like the dancing leaves
Falling all around,
Waltzing… whimsical and loud…
At the clouds…
Rolling through azure skies,
Mingling with the soft light,
Calming every insecurity and doubt…
With elation alive, like the flowing
Rapids singing gladness, wonder
Through the sigh of forest prayers,
Fading into the soft calmness…
Blessing the forever home of squirrel
Raccoon and rabbit, harvesting
Hoping, hurrying through the brilliant
Rays of a sunlight day,
Imagining the warmth, the praise
That comes alive in the heart of a life
Who listens to the music abiding
Inside the trembling of setting sun,
Rising fast in the morning, across
Gray peaks and shimmering shrubs,
Awakened by the sprinkling of dewdrops…
Tender caresses, loving, doting…
On the forest’s edges,
Publishing melancholy and miracles
All together in one scene,
While lifting all the sadness, the dark
With the morning’s radiant beam
The story of autumn…
Embracing the mountains,
Kissing the night,
Lifting darkness and doubts
As the faithful stars
Quiet every sadness
And remind the spirit
To believe in this gladness
That comes alive on the promises
Autumn’s still life – painted by the Creator
Who christens the silence…
With beauty that awakens the sensations
Inspiration – the muse of creation
Still-Life Autumn Scene Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
December 11, 2022
He silences the vulgar roar
Of loneliness and fear
He gentles all the stormy wars
Between sin and my spirit
He christens my heart’s kiss
With inspiration so tender
He sprinkles kindness, humility
All around my soul’s belief
He lingers on my spirit’s hope
With a vibrant hue of light
He brings a brilliant tone of grace
Pouring sprays of acceptance
He whispers promises to the heart
Who listens to His direction
He raises the stardust dreams
With a bold, clever embrace
He responds to all my prayers
With sincerity and generosity
He lifts the burdens that I carry
Nurturing my soul, my faith
He builds my heart’s greatest blessing
By giving guarantee of its sanction
He blends His wonder with discernment
Creating in me a heart full of awe
He quiets every shame or disgrace
With kindness so bright it vibrates
He breathes a desire into my soul
For the chance to know and love Him more
He secures my every prayer with promise
That He will always be there beside me
He heals my murkiest impressions
With a soothing warmth that comforts
He breaks through the hardness of my heart
To soften the feelings that I had lost
He makes me touch the absent reflections
With compassion that I had secreted within
He taught me that love was meant to be given
Through good or bad, it would fulfill me
He stirred my heart to listen through the stillness
That gave me a reason to believe His gift
He is the light, the love, the Son
The reason I am someone who can smile
With the delight of knowing One
Who brings my heart peace and my soul
The opportunity to listen, to believe
In Him, Jesus… the wonder of wonders
The light that shines down such love
It feels like this song must be sung!
Listen to the heart – reflect on Him with awe
He is the presence that will never forsake
He will always be there – just have faith
Listen to the heart – believe and receive
He is the answer to every fear, every tear
Simply look to Him and be blessed by His gift
Salvation of the soul who chooses to listen
With a heart that has been filled to the fullest
With a love that only Jesus can arouse in the spirit!
This love is a gift that keeps giving to the soul
Who knows that Jesus is the only way to find
The secret to life, love, hope, faith, grace…
The path toward heaven where He awaits