Long Complacency Poems
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Option #5 Poem Written for “Half Past Summer, Two Months 'Till Fall Poetry Contest,” Andrea Dietrich, sponsor.
SUMMER'S PROMISSORY NOTE
Summer: I relish its tastes, smells, and sounds:
the sweet tartness of wild plums,
the intoxicating fragrance of honeysuckle, and
the smell of freshly mowed grass.
I am content, almost complacent with the abundance of summer days.
Urgency soon replaces my complacency,
*for summer seems like a promissory note—signed in June
those long days quickly spent—due to be repaid come September.
*Hal Borland originally coined the phrase “summer is a promissory note.” He was one of my father’s favorite authors. Pop introduced me to Hal’s books and writing during the summer of my 11th year. I found Borland's books rich with wisdom and imagery and, as such, still remember many of Hal’s words and phrases, sometimes thinking they are my own.
Hal was an American writer, journalist, and naturalist. In addition to writing many non-fiction and fiction books about the outdoors, Hal was a staff writer and editorialist for The New York Times. (source: Wikipedia)
September 16 Scripture Meditations Based on Matthew 19-20
Key Verses– Matthew 20:28 Even as the Son of man came not to be ministered unto, but to minister, and to give his life a ransom for many.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR MINISTERING UNTO ME
Thank You for ministering unto me with Your divine healing
By Your salvation toward my soul redemption’s sealing
Indeed making me whole from sin-afflictive spoiling
For spiritual endeavour of gracious dealing.
Thank You for ministering unto me with Your tender mercy
By Your correction against my laxity and complacency
Indeed disciplining me from indolence-persistency
For fruitful service of diligent fervency.
Thank You for ministering unto me with Your ready assistance
By Your help despite my soul stubbornness and resistance
Indeed reaching out to me from transgression-distance
For sweet relationship of committed stance.
Thank You for ministering unto me with Your gentle compassion
By Your love midst my apathy and transgression
Indeed forgiving me from complaint-reaction
For joyful worship of grateful satisfaction.
Thank You for ministering unto me with Your good kindness
By Your righteousness over my arrogance and selfishness
Indeed perfecting me iniquity-barrenness
For Christ-like character of virtuous blessedness.
Thank You for ministering unto me with Your cheerful care
By Your gladness along my need and welfare
Indeed brightening me gloominess-scare
For blissful disposition of mirth-filled share.
Thank You for ministering unto me with Your great comfort
By Your faithfulness beyond my grief and retort
Indeed encouraging me from frustration-resort
For revival-flamed commitment of praise-worthy report.
September 16, 2022
Sitting in a cloak of black conservatism:
I feel my hands,
oily on the desk like shortening in
slate gray cookie pans,
the speedway inside forcing the absence of
reabsorption,
And my thoughts,
so flippant to implore
if a man with a chartreuse neck tie
can see the long wet streaks
across the cherry plane.
He speaks,
a sequence of interrogatives
common to the bored walls
of serious conference,
evoking tone inflection
in the pattern of polite.
Darest I mention truth?
I am your whore;
infect me with smug integrity,
smack me with false prophet leadership,
just leave some crisp bills
on the nightstand, sugar.
Yet my voice models his wavelength,
relaying back the catchy tired language
of one hit wonders;
eyes brighten,
hands extend
from the man who owns a chartreuse tie.
Sigh.
Still,
complacency
awards a loaf of Wonder bread,
and a two bedroom lower.
Get away,
a fuel for emotion,
commotion of the Louvre
lifted from its demure, cinematic complacency;
someone plays the fool, the jester, wearing a crown
that doesn’t belong on the pumpkin’s head.
Get away;
chasing the bag of bones mutt down the street,
offering him nothing but your feet; to be gotten
is all the fleabag wants; cool water and chow.
Lies down, paw on vagrant’s thigh, licks empty hand.
A getaway we much prefer, a mountain retreat,
the pink rose and plumes of smoke at the peak,
a rustic cabin with couple-amenities, serenity,
closeness, places to go, to play, to eat, to spend.
Get away - a cataclysm, a gotcha, a zone.
A mixed bag of razors and diamond candy.
The Louvre, my love closed. A tourist trapped.
the bane …
of complacency
the enemy of apathetic ids
an all-consuming blade of inspiration
you, mighty weapon
have slain the fiercest dragons of
detachment and disregard that
humanity has brought against you
and I, a knight of notation,
wield you with an authority graced to me
by a vivid imagination
and a child’s whimsical heart …
oh, I do not take your might for granted
nor underestimate your license …
I remove you from your scabbard
in deepest consideration -
your hilt, I grasp with awe
your edge, I apply in deference and fear
for the wounds I affect
are deep and lasting …
you are the Excalibur of inspiration
pulled from a stone of indifference
by the grandest of acumens and spirits
long, long ages ago …
I take up your glyphic garland
with pride and honor
and an undying respect for
the numberless warriors who came before me
and whose names are a prayer
upon these pious lips …
a prayer for you …
my pen.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, January 4, 2024
Coronavirus, here to stay;
Rather unfortunate to say.
Lives have changed; things aren't the same.
Crowding of hospitals, a shame.
Complacency, life on the edge;
Flirting with disaster on ledge.
We're close to falling off a cliff
After withstanding hardship's biff.
Oh, when will this pandemic end?
Masks now drive me around the bend;
Quite the necessary evil!
Omicron surge cause upheaval.
Setbacks after progress does stink.
Ship of state teeters on the brink;
Soon, millions of lives will be lost,
Vaccinate and avoid the cost!
C-Form - Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme chosen: Cliff
Syllables checked at HMS
Date written: 01/17/2022
Alias indomitable invincible
Donald John Trump oozes wrath
inexorably plunging every species
of life toward apocalyptic warpath
mercilessly threatentens world
wide web promising bloodbath
validating ex post facto commander
in chief as nonpareil sociopath
hence... this call to arms gives run
for money challenging any psychopath
lest inevitable according to dead
reckoning prediction of
wisest sages calculated math.
Thus one poetic footsoldier doth broadcast
dire straits emergency, and inveigh
grassroots action mandatory meaning
registered voters must
cast ballot per se
else planet Earth will...
burn thermonuclear gray
rendering oblate spheroid
uninhabitable, I daresay
if bleak forecast father time doth delay
global warming would outweigh
former worst case nihilistic scenario,
nonetheless Gaia will serve
as repurposed ashtray,
whereby inextinguishable fiery storms
approximating calculus of doomsday
nsync with intolerable weather forecasts
if complacency rides roughshod field day
defying lack of immunization oy vey
against opportunistic unfamiliar organisms
viral and bacterial agent provocateurs
microscopic gangbusters
nothing could allay
winning scrimmage play
thinning overpopulation whereby
scavengers make short shrift
plethora once living flotsam and jetsam
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now ye might hashtag me chicken little
synonymous to Rome burning,
while Nero did fiddle,
perhaps scaremonger i.e. Cassandra
alamist bah bing away, a realist foaming
at figurative mouth with spittle,
would you believe cautious optimist,
who presents prediction,
while this poem heed whittle.
Worthy by God's grace of His granted mercy*
Offering life to the Lord willingly, midst tempting complacency
Redeemed thru genuine faith in the Saviour's all-sufficiency
Kindled with the King's commission to serve with zeal's fervency
Empowered in the might of the Master in His excellency
Restored because of Christ's love and clemency.
Overcomer of self against arrogance-persistency
Forgiven to worship the Creator with divine ecstasy
Governed and guided by Scriptures' truth-fervency
Ordained and ordered to obey the Almighty's biblical policy
Directed by the Holy Spirit from jealousy toward virtuous work-decency.
*Psalm 62:12 "...Unto thee, O Lord, belongeth mercy: for thou renderest to every man according to his work."
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February 26, 2019
Sometimes I find myself living in the grays
I stay there for days and days
My world lacks contrast
Shadows disappear
I am somewhere that isn't here
My land is encompased in a virtual haze
A fog so thick it blocks out sun rays
I search and grope for different ways
I can't see forward or behind
Complacency has blocked my mind
No ambition
I wonder why
I lack the desire to try
A finger tip and then a hand
Caressesing my face removing the bland
The light floods in
I start to feel
I can't get enough of this savory meal
Now I wonder was it just a dream
I start to move forward
picking up steam
Colors so bright
Now I realize
It was an internal veil that blocked my eyes
Sometimes all it takes is someone's hand
To escape from a world of gray and bland
A kiss a smile
Perhaps an embrace
A gentle hand lightly placed
Now the light and dark are clearly traced
All my gray has been erased
The Truth is the Gift of Gods Word
for it's understanding the habitation has stirred
softly upon spirit we listen to it's call
comprehension to it's voice like a seed is small
Can you understand the wise man's riddle
apprehend interpretation the narratives trail
from beginning to end surround the middle
without understanding it's Truth you may fail
Upon the Truth are your heavens fixed
the hearing upon earth with lies are mixed
to many have reached a state of complacency
the cares of this life has choked ability
You lead upon paths unknown
a flight those having wings have flown
I tell you upon the rise of each day
that you must lead and show us the way
Oh Shepherd like a lamb you guide me
for I am lost to the flock without thee
My Lord and my God you have called us out
faith in you but confidence in self do doubt
With every gesture you affirm the way
yet evermore before me do my sins lay
I look around upon those I do see
whose lives are worth much more than me
The seventh day Jehovah has blessed
where mankind will enter into his rest
abundance of joy will fill the earth
as Gods Kingdom has given birth
The fruit of her labor is worldwide
she will wipe the tears her children have cried
Gods woman has brought forth Life
she will train the children remove their strife
You are God from the womb of my mother
have preserved me from violence of brother
your handmaiden as captive I serve
given more than anyone here deserve
I listen to the music of your call
understand I grace given since fall
for to live is Christ and to die gain
and within the hand of your Love remain
Forsake me not when I reach that hour
frail woman in mankind has not power
give me courage so I don't therein cower
for I have beheld the future from your tower
Oh my gentle Lord your path holds no discord
our seas turned to glass when we do as asked
neath your wisdom do kneel as truth you reveal
all thinking given you and insight given true
Hold me close and in your arms
for hear I do the trumpets alarms
you have signified my death
for those you love I give my breath
Hold my hand on the path you take
for I am weak and easily brake
a thing that is soft and frail
for those you love like Lord impale
Now I know the path to you
by example your loved showed true
willing I am to give you my life
like anointed Son did for wife
source JOHN 3:16 Romans 12:1-2
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