Long Cloister Poems
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Vain cares of the Future
“Vain cares of the future
Do not disturb our gentle slumber
Ambition has never conquered us
With the untroubled life
That the Creator gave us
We are at peace and content”
from Earthly Delight in God (1724)
Barthold Heinrich Brockes (1680-1747)
THE VOICE OF GOD IS HEARD
In the boxwood scented moisture
Of this ancient city cloister
Breath presses against breath – and then a voice
Heard passing through the centre of my soul
It was the voice of God, I heard it clear and whole
“The world’s more full of weeping
Than you can understand”
“The world’s more full of suffering
Than appears to you at hand”.
Behind this pain and suffering in an eternal ground
There flows the ever-present sweetness of God’s love
Touching and dissolving away the suffering that's found
Uncertainty and worry cannot pass into its perfection
Beckoning all who hear it to remain happy and sound
Beyond the anxious worry and cries of today
Which fill our time with tears
The voice spoke out as if God were very near
Live, enjoy, like innocent nature that lies
In care-free blessed blue and cloudless skies
Unconscious in its trusting faith cancelling out all fear.
1.
Narcissus
There's a lot of room left in your head yet, my brother
There probably always will be.
Yours the realm of sliderule order
The self-denial of the man who believes in Facts.
Your feet planted firmly on the Earth
While your head inclines to the stars.
You could well serve as God's measurements taker.
Your home is the cloister,
The sound of sandal upon stone
Will usher you in and usher you out
As you pass through the halls and cells
Of your ruthlessly well managed life.
The quiet warmth of candlelight
Has always shone in your eyes.
How much I admire your strength and discipline,
Yet how much the more do I pity you,
O Master of the Mind!
2.
Goldmund
O what a lucky ladies' man you've been,
My darling, handsome little Goldmouth!
Kissed them all and not a one cried
When you left them.
There was too much of your mother in you for that.
The libertine's life was the road you followed,
Running ahead of wilting youth.
You saw the plague and its silent horrors
And killed two men yourself,
Got a taste of the gallows,
Yet lived to tell it all.
You lived much, suffered much,
Burnished your soul to its final brightness.
When you fell and broke your ribs
To breathe your last in icy waters,
Alone beneath that dark, unpitying Winter's sky,
Mother called you back.
What is a square, a shape, container quadraphonics, a traditional rollerskate
What is an atrium, a fireplace, a closet
What is a boxing ring, a gymnasium, blackboard
What are a checkerboard, deck cards, crossword puzzle, jigsaw puzzle, dice
What is a bed/mattress/ boxsprings/sleeping bag
What is a swimming pool, shower/bathroom stall
What is an upright piano/organ
What is a refrigerator, microwave, cellphone, monitor, TV, a room laptop, curio What is a dinette, medicine cabinet, bathtub
What is a book/shelf/sheet/tablecloth/towel/handkerchief
What is a quadruplet, quadrant, quadriceps muscle, cubic, square knot
What is a cushion, table, mirror, milk carton, van
What is a suitcase, cigarette pack/carton, bowling alley
What is a filing cabinet, bureau, grandfather clock, casket
What is a trampoline, stadium, arena
What is a deck, galleria, patio, smoke pit, plaza, terrace, aquarium, cloister
What is a tent, arcade, forum, mall, piazza, right-angled, square feet, acre
What is a parking space, pinball machine
What is a color scheme Cyan, Magenta, Yellow, and Black
What is the smell of chocolate
What is the taste of cocoa
What represents the seasons
ANSWER: The number ....
2020 January 30
What's In A Number Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Juliet Ligon
In a vast universe, I am one, all alone,
Mere speck that I am, in a quest you may know.
Filled once again so many questions to ask,
that are timeless and ancient, since origin of man.
I'm embraced by the night, and the cool damp grass,
as I wander around, beneath the vast stardust sky.
I ponder of things, that are hidden away.
and I pray that somehow, the answers will come.
While the heavens conceal, in a cloister, unknown,
my own little world, holds a million demands.
How foolish they seem in the scheme of all this.
What lies far beyond...in this universe, grand
How do I matter ....why do I exist ?
Where are the answers? What have I missed?
A lone shooting star,...then another comes close...
Yet, soon, disappearing,... to where, I don't know...
Burning a hole into the riddle of time,
leaving behind moon's light, with weight on my mind
Another star falls, with a tail streaming bright
Imprinting new meaning, far into the night
With insight, I wonder, how often ignored,
are the answers we long for, yet, left at our door?
I will look to the sky where my answers may be
Oh, the heavenly comfort hovers with me
Oh, the mystery that lies in the vast Milky Way
Perhaps there are answers, we may find them some day
White ice now is falling, all over the sky...
leaving trails that have purpose, ....and then so now,...do I
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Submitted for Verlena's Contest:2/5/15
Air smelling lavender lily, in splash of wild flowers.
Bowers of rustic rosebuds, first love fragrance hours.
Cloudless skies exalt blue, fuzzed in luscious green.
Daffodils of yellow beams, bloom with night jasmine.
Ephemeral path of blue birds, sync butterflies scarlet,
Fancy rejoice of dalliance, in pink and purple banquet.
Gardens cloister colored valleys , petals in avalanche
Hyacinth perfumed sunshine, glossy blossoms branch.
In transit, cold greets summer, change of fresh attire,
Juvenile mind that's young, feels like flying higher.
Kisses stolen in gentle flirts, flowing streams of nectar,
Love sings joy and dance, in promise of new laughter.
Magical burst of smiling buds, re-sprout hidden hope,
Notes of mirth in dulcet , birds weave nest to cope.
Orange foliage sets fire, as decors of art unveil.
Primrose bedecked palanquins , sway in royal gale,
Queen of nature rides in beauty, crocuses in thicket.
Resurrected winter mist,..in green life, all succulent.
Sonnets, ballads, songs, gallery of dream for ages
Timeless glory of beauty in painter and poet pages
Up from a pastel sky, nymphs walk down filigree paths
Valentine day's just gone, the season of love to last
Wild cherry blossoms of silk, greet in a pink hello
Xylophone notes chant in a stream of music flow.
Young lovers gyrate... in a romantic love affair
Zephyr wind throws a hug,...Spring is in the air.
15th March 2019
I've lived in it all my life -
the self's grand fiction -
refuge for the child, youths
rebel fortress and a walled
cloister to house
the holy relics gathered
on the pilgrimages
of my mind. I have built it
line by line with words
baked into bricks.
Rooms follow years
down passageways of books,
dusty manuscripts and dreams
hung in stations along
age blackened walls.
In high towers, windows
open to a universe
with a terrifying silence
at its core.
I hear reality's hard fist
knocking at the door,
a presence breathing
its corrosive damp into mortar,
unpicking me
brick by brick. And yet,
a sense of peace in surrendering
what was never really there,
dissolving into what is
Barely eight and avid of pure spirituality,
I frequented the garden of a monastery
with marble statues reminiscing their glory;
silent eyes of cold stone--their untold story.
In this cloister, pious nuns tended to infants
with bony cheeks and lips like cracked soil,
those not in danger, never heard bells toll.
Beautiful babies abandoned by young mothers
with bawdy sins, they left them in cotton cloth--
succumbing to guilt that divested them of worth.
Then the holy sisters* lifted them to the Lord's angry face,
He should have cursed the wombs of deliberate disgrace!
He knew the tiny angels were betrayed by Earth, not Heaven;
such was the loudness of their screams emitting horrendous pain!
There love, piety, tenderness and prayer coesisted so well;
growing much stronger--they gathered under the tinkering bell.
I returned after ten years of missed enlightenment,
they looked sharp giving off a glow of amorousness;
they recognized me and displayed sheer excitement,
their souls had found calmness--hearts of sacredness.
* Holy sisters: nuns
It’s the last of the snow
Spring finally arrived
Time to get ready for battle
Time to get my little hands
On my bag of marbles
Way up there since winter
Abandoned on my bookshelf
A droopy, limp blue velvet bag
But today a long lost friend
So proud, so bold and so bright
Protector of my priceless collection
Glass and steel weapons of rolling destruction
I undo the golden drawstring
Close my eyes and reach into the dark
Cloister of clicking clacking spheres
They run through my fingers
Feeling better than gold through a miser’s hands
Aggies, immies, cats eyes, steelies
and the most dangerous, mibs
Big fat bully marbles capable of
Knocking all of the competition
Johnnie had better watch out this year
Last year’s champ
Johnnie’d been lucky
A shark, wincing his good eye and
Whack, all the marbles dispersed
With brutal force they would fly
Like a big exploding rainbow
Fragments scattered on the ground
Crushing… yet really awesome
When he pulled out his mib
We knew we were done
But this year will be different
This year I’m more determined
Practiced each move in my head
Like a general devising his attack
Spit shined alleys, aggies,
Jumbos, glass ones ready for action
Aggies, my luckiest by far
Leaving for school full of schemes and ploys
On the way defiantly sizing up opponents
Eyeing the size of the enemies’ arsenal
Running fingers through mine
Challenging anyone carrying a loot
We had watched the yard for days
Barely contained our determination
The last of the snow clung stubbornly to school walls
Dry patches would proclaim the official opening day
Our first spring tournament could begin
And today is the day we all know it
Recess rings, doors open; “Hooray”
Is all we hear across the dried yard
As groups knuckle down to play for keepsies
Winners keepers, losers weepers
Hear that chittery clickety click clack melody
Johnnie is there full of snickering confidence
So sure he can perpetuate his reign
But he doesn't know how hard I’ve practiced
How much I want to earn his loot
Crush him and any other rival
Who dares to show off
Ready
Get set
Aim just perfectly right
Written collaboration with PATRICIA CRESSWELL
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Beyond cloister walls surrounding my heart,
Lies the deep well of my immortal tears.
Shrouded by darkness while cloaked by love’s art,
My crimson heart’s trapped in my body’s mere.
Chambers of tissue with dungeons so stark,
Defeat the challenge on each tier.
Rescue me, from loneliness’ grand sea,
Come conquer my love and set my heart free,
I’m warming up from the shivering cold,
Tangled up in my sheets of solitude.
You’re igniting my flame deep in my soul,
The closer you get, my heart’s in the nude.
As shadows dance to flickering hot coals,
Come liberate me from being so prude.
You’re a goddess of knight fighting for me,
A maiden of pride with fairness to thee.
Liberation is key, in love’s sole reign,
As you swiftly battle to win my love.
The things we face are inflicting sharp pains,
For those are the struggles we face because,
It’s worth fighting for the ones we belove,
Nothing amounts to that happiness gained.
It’s you who conquered love, stealing my heart,
Unchained my captive soul for a new start.
Inspired by The Contest of New Terrains by Matt Caliri
Enter your grave, as though a pilgrim, full of smile,
Within satin muslin decked coffin, sleep peaceful,
May death, the deathless (?), feel ashamed of his sly guile...!
Tomb, the womb of nature, has its grandeur and style,
Ask your guardian-angel! Make your stay blissful!
Enter your grave, as though a pilgrim, full of smile,
Body might decompose into bone - nerve - flesh pile,
Dwell, like a zen cloister; make life calm and graceful;
May death, the deathless (?), feel ashamed of his sly guile...!
You are, like a seed; you might remain for a while,
Each trial you face will make your journey tranquil;
Enter your grave, as though a pilgrim, full of smile,
Tell yourself stories that could make your stay worthwhile,
Bright corners must make you feel heartily thankful;
May death, the deathless (?), feel ashamed of his sly guile...!
Midst thunder, you'll see the son of man's arrival,
Hold on him and remain, for his graces, grateful;
Enter your grave, as though a pilgrim, full of smile,
May death, the deathless (?), feel ashamed of his sly guile...!
15 April 2022