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Words Not For The Faint Of Heart
Commemoration for those gone before
Affectation of all you continue to adore
Altercation at the start of a burgeoning world war
Annihilation of the injured, innocent and poor
Commensurate collusion of the parliamentary debate
Irreverent confusion at the celebration of the state
Degenerate delusion as they refuse to integrate
Protectorate protrusion while the masses consecrate
Augmentation of the algorithm just to watch you bleeding concentration
Abdication of the firm decision to be needing an invitation
Applications that are stern in their derision of the cheapest imitation
Admiration of the vision that requires an invocation
Cosmological wonder at the formation of a star
Chronological plans asunder as the organisation takes things too far
Pedagogical pathways go under like the motorisation of the car
Methodological melodies make thunder as the applause acknowledges every bar
Broken by the aftermath of all this rhythmical thinking
Woken by a polymath of history missed while I was blinking
Spoken words meets sociopaths inside a ship that’s sinking
Token forms of telepathic silence that sees me winking
Altercations of a race in danger from dawn to dusk to midnight fire
Annexation of a border to cross when life inside becomes too dire
Amputation of a limb that has begun to gangrene and expire
Affectation that is over the top as my neurons need to rewired
By Elizabeth Moroz copyright
It glanced seductively at Louis with intricate petals and thorns from the roadside
A weedy hawker peddled the evergreen climber to make meagre ends meet
Measuring up philanthropy and potential for growth Louis dug down in his pockets
Found a new home for the tree as he sought wild abundance and passionate care
Knew nothing about inflorescence and internodes but was enchanted by beauty
Antoinette his young lover and soulmate encouraged the deal knew about botany
While he marvelled at her gait and anatomy long enough to notice the seeds
Visions of swell budding nature embraced and caressed copious plenteous bounty
Lush pink flowers like the innocent blush on faces after commensurate move sent
Delightful shivers down his loins as he smelt musk though the plant has no scent
A love affair uncontrollable emotions gentle pricks of the thorn and delight
Five sepals and they named them faith kindness compassion exultation and hope
Like the name giving explorer Louis circumnavigated earth moon and sunshine
Kept the most wonderful travels from her navel to wild luscious heavenly harbour
Flowerets of communion branches of intricate journeys and spread of infinite joy
They sailed the oceans together with no compass no chart only light from inside
Discovered all glorious reds orange chakras purple indigo and innocent white
Made love in radiant glows of their garden in vibrant evocative synesthetic flow
The Universe applauded chanted approval as they danced naked under awesome
Canopies dawning awnings and became the hippies they had always wanted to be
20th March 2019
No acknowledgement could be
commensurate nar e'er
equivalent to countless years (scores of orbitz
of unexplored wonder) – left...
(with millstones around neck)
to atrophy on severe truncated
limb mitts, now cause
for silent lachrymose as this
brother doth brook a wake
his pained self actualization
(particularly predicated on
decade number six
unavoidably approaching) uptake
analogous to 2001 A Space Odyssey,
when closing scene
of the film - image of embryonic
"Starchild" left a slake
king unshakable reverberation
Also Sprach Zarathustra
echoing in me noggin since
opening soundtrack did quake
of a much younger self, when seeing
the movie did overtake
puzzlement until I read the book
"aha" awareness did make
that minor mystery resolved, and
now childhood's end keepsake
recalled as the time thy vulnerable
psychological state did intake
pelting asteroid storm cratering a boy
who shied away, to forsake
growing up, and now haunted (akin
to ghost of Marley) not "FAKE"
shackled to an un freed spirit, that
got squelched as if a sudden brake
got jammed propelling this then puny
body electric...now doth ache.
Commemoration for those gone before
Affectation of all you continue to adore
Altercation at the start of a burgeoning world war
Annihilation of the injured, innocent and poor
Commensurate collusion of the parliamentary debate
Irreverent confusion at the celebration of the state
Degenerate delusion as they refuse to integrate
Protectorate protrusion while the masses consecrate
Augmentation of the algorithm just to watch you bleeding concentration
Abdication of the firm decision to be needing an invitation
Applications that are stern in their derision of the cheapest imitation
Admiration of the vision that requires an invocation
Cosmological wonder at the formation of a star
Chronological plans asunder as the organisation takes things too far
Pedagogical pathways go under like the motorisation of the car
Methodological melodies make thunder as the applause acknowledges every bar
Broken by the aftermath of all this rhythmical thinking
Woken by a polymath of history missed while I was blinking
Spoken words meets sociopaths inside a ship that’s sinking
Token forms of telepathic silence that sees me winking
Altercations of a race in danger from dawn to dusk to midnight fire
Annexation of a border to cross when life inside becomes too dire
Amputation of a limb that has begun to gangrene and expire
Affectation that is over the top as my neurons need to rewired
By Elizabeth Moroz copyright
My GOD, YOU are my life
my existence revolves around YOU
being my breath’s source
the verity-cause of my heart beat…
Here am I humbly exalting YOU with love’s propelling might:
declaring, “Dear GOD, I love YOU so”.
As my life
YOU are my survival’s Bread
granting contentment bliss
beyond sufficiency’s exuberance…
Hear my spirit of fervent devotion YOU deserve:
whispering, “Dear GOD, I love YOU so”.
My life
bearing my soul’s Light of illumining truth radiance
YOU shield me from grievous engulfment
of ignorance-obscurity…
I come to YOU with divine affection, moved by YOUR sublime love:
affirming, “Dear GOD, I love YOU so”.
Life of my essence
YOU are the great Saviour
author of my redemption eternal
freeing me from hell’s wrath forever…
To YOU do I yield my loving esteem that can’t commensurate YOUR sacrifice:
proclaiming, “Dear GOD, I love YOU so.”
Enabling my life
YOU are the good Shepherd
offering to me YOUR grace
packed with pardon toward gratitude…
Indeed, loving YOU along faith that pleases YOU is my best response:
asserting, “Dear GOD, I love YOU so”.
With YOU, my life
fulfillment wraps me
around YOUR compassion wholeness…
Since YOU first loved me…
I’m privileged to love and serve YOU, my LORD GOD, my LIFE:*
testifying, “Dear GOD, I love YOU so”.
*John 14:6 Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.
Galatians 2:20 I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.
August 1, 2020
2nd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 20 - Free Verse 3" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 8/4/2020.
Title was changed after poem was judged.
It's the end of my purposeful day,
a prostate being in prayer
with much sincere accord,
and my gratitude is not hurried away;
it is persistent in its allegory
already conceded...
Days don't last, time does
and the thought of eternity causes a frightening rush,
not to comprehend its depth
too concise not to discern it,
making many so compulsive to act in ignorance;
time was created to confer, not to condemn a wish...
Making a comparison between days
and time is truly necessary,
because they aren't commensurate,
they only obey a command; and we humans
act in deceit and don't commiserate,
allowing vanity to exude inclemency...
Frivolous with a frowzy attitude,
we put on a frippery image
to separate need from want,
to notice the differences and deny fortitude;
and shouldn't harmony and fairness begin with grace,
or it is another informal demeanor we impart?
Days don't last, time does...
and can a mortal, like me, pretend to be God
and defy death with his ostentatious ego and live?
Every human must die and be buried with others!
Are you any superior or have a greater knowledge,
to be excluded from a fate that is indomitable and savage?
Give a child life at birth
Make it a C section or natural
Feed them warm mammary milk
Give them two parents when possible
Cloth them in cotton and wool
Give them a bath because children stink
Teach them to think and about soap and water
Take them to the doctors when they are ill
Take children on long walks
Speak gently when you talk
Read two books to them at bedtime
Pray and eat every meal together
Cultivate good behavior by example
Instruct them to work hard and play harder
Give them candy after age thirty two
Answer all their questions with truth
Answer sex questions commensurate with their age
Give books filled with knowledge as gifts
Educate them first at home
Teach them fishing, sports and especially golf
Teach children about love
Drop them off at school and a place of worship
Assign two body guards at all times
Drop them but never on their heads
Slap them if they get fresh
Slap them twice if liberals are present
Send children to self defense classes
Kiss them on the forehead and cheek
Say I love you one hundred times a week
Buy them a toy car or real one if you have the money
Leave them to their own devices when they turn ninety
Conjure up hundreds of questions (Children are smarter than you think)
Advise them to live their own lives
Remind them they only live twice
(God will understand your answers)
Remind them frequently to sing and dance
Remind them to take a bath
*The road to success is always under construction.
Avoid destruction. Children need structure and instruction. Always love them.
Children are like plants. Give them plenty of water. Leave them alone to grow in the light.
My face tells me nothing. Not nothing but nothing useful,
the complications of ageing humorously but not how to avoid
injury.
Permanent injury is a now popular cliché. At this age any injury
could result in pneumonia, pain in bitterness for your peers,
your jury.
What a headache I have! And never forget injury provokes
at best only pity. Friends are merely friendly, they belong to the
majority.
They forget your name and so should you, who are you? Even you
don't know for sure. In relation to community, no change was noted in
the
registry.
Still, man's mercy, economy's ecology, there's some joy in being small,
some joy in staying strong, and keeping death before you without
perjury.
Unsafe to run the wind. A big stick might hit your head. Then
the hip and heart and head will hurt, all three. Un-
fortunately.
I like a strong wind. Dangerous to go out in. As a fire or flood.
I like the way we are at risk, not a risk-averse weasel. A carnivore,
very hungry.
Pay money, take chances. Yo's an elegant contraction of you.
Cool. Message from street to board: mongrels rule. Democracy or
tyranny.
Scared to die? Why? Take appropriate measures, descend through
meditation. Be empty, rest. And to your friends and sons be as
gravity.
Tired of death. It's what it is. Let's play sports, have sex, kayak
to the huckleberries, fish for marvelous fish, live a wonderful life, give
generously.
Done blowing, O wild wind? Not yet? So be it. I lay my head
in your felt hands. The motion of the branches, evolutionary branches,
are my
guarantee.
That's all folks, 7:30. The sky is clear, the crows are out. The clouds
are with my mood commensurate. I should shout, having lived
prodigiously.
A Contemplative Sojourn Through The Breeze
The continuity of perspective required for accurate conclusions
The ingenuity of the reflective inspired by immaculate infusions
The co-morbidity of defective desires for considerate inclusions
The plain fluidity of the introspective fires of commensurate confusion
Why does the momentary delight fade with contemplation ?
How do we constantly engage to fight instead of inspire by elevation?
Why does she remain so utterly contrite when faced with adulation?
Who do they call upon during the night for their sacred consummation?
Awash with notions of consideration and correction
The lost devotions of invocations and invention
The frost that’s frozen upon the intonations of his intentions
The cost of the broken connotations of what it means to defy convention
To revoke what has been given so freely and without shame
To envoke the art of living when one is refusing to play the game
The bespoke art of precision as they are refuting the burden of blame
Renegade perspectives of innovation and pure style
A tyrrade of correctives and incantations that beguile
To invade the environmental incentives of the plantations on the River Nile
As they pervade the vast directives of the ramifications of their denial
Convoluted insinuations of thought that permeate time
Polluted imitations that have been bought by the unrefined
Disputed limitations of a population in decline
Refuted deliberations on the observations of these signs
"L'évasion L'oiseau Blue"
An exodus of dreams
like a flock of beating wings
melt upwards into endless sky
there the unreachable,
the bluest blue
of dreams so high
fleeting upwards ever upwards
the call below pulls in its nets
the fleeing mind and breath
washes back in, listen -
the ceaseless
cajoling sigh,
the turquoise summoning,
as above so below
the firmament reflection
of clouds watched magnetised
gliding memories turn swift,
the floating shifting messages
blue birds sing sweetly
through higher passages
to Sun and Moon
kingdom's eclipsing
the path mapped
like a well-planned escape
a premeditated
back-up plan
fate taken up
like destiny, released
by the hungry cries
of haunting channels
possessed, the return,
replete for shrives
upon command
of the commensurate,
The Beloved
Ocean tide
whispering secrets
like to a homesick bride
consuming
life and love
the hungry cries
of haunting channels
la evasion de la oiseau bleu
possessed, the return
replete
for shrives
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
L'oiseau bleu
The lake lay blue below the hill.
O'er it, as I looked, there flew
Across the waters, cold and still,
A bird whose wings were palest blue.
The sky above was blue at last,
The sky beneath me blue in blue.
A moment, ere the bird had passed,
It caught his image as he flew.
(Mary Elizabeth Coleridge)