Long Completion Poems
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When you lose your voice,
I hope you’ll still speak with your smile
When you can’t make a choice
I hope you’ll just sit for a while
When you feel the worst struggles,
I hope you can hear the song in your soul,
Singing in vibrant colors,
Hues of light, blessings of gold
Stirring the light of sweet hope
When you feel uncertain,
I hope you’re certain you’re loved,
When you feel imperfect,
I hope you know a perfect God,
When you doubt your own feelings,
I hope you feel like love is worthwhile…
Dancing like scarlet leaves,
Painted by His brush, His finger
Silencing every fear, all disbelief
When you lose your inspiration,
I hope you’ll pray for a touch of grace,
When you don’t understand what is,
I hope you’ll discover the meaning of peace,
When you misplace your affections,
I hope He will guide you in love’s direction…
Silencing all the darkest fears,
Restoring your light to its place,
Whispering hope into your heart
When you can’t find the meaning,
I hope you will discover life’s purpose,
When it all seems to be beyond comprehension,
I hope you reach out to take His hand,
When life gives you confusion and worry,
I hope you find the strength you need to overcome…
Surviving the losses, the lessons,
Though wounded, growing toward completion,
Where His plan – you begin to understand!
I hope He challenges you to see love,
When someone hurts your heart, when in pain,
I hope He assures you that He is enough,
When everywhere you look, you see inadequate,
I hope He lights the way so you know His love,
And, when you can’t see – I hope you’ll still believe!
Never give up – God’s light is shining bright,
So you can find the way back from the regret,
Back from the torment – leaving it all in the past,
Knowing that His love is like a gentle breath,
Kissing away every doubt, reassuring your spirit
That whatever comes, wherever you go…
With God beside you, you’ll know the joy of a kindness
Far more beautiful, more alive than anything in life –
Let His love be the guide, to help you decide…
Throughout life, He’ll provide…
Simply pray, and praise – so He knows you’re thankful
For the love, His only Son, sent to save You
From a cold, dark world… sent to save You from despair,
Sent to save You from a life without…
Meaning, seeing, freedom that comes from simply believing!
it's not over until it's over until God has His say
and it's not what it looks like until God has His way
when you look at a Pastor of anyone who's in service to the Lord God
you have no idea what they've gone through nor the things that weigh on their hearts
for it's not easy to be a true disciple and teacher of the Holy Word
it's not a walk in the park no matter what you have heard
King David was a true disciple, an anointed gift from God
he was a special type of man who possessed a contrite heart
he was given the huge responsibility of leadership over a nation
the people demanded much from him and had high expectations
a catastrophe occurred one day when all the women and children were taken
David's men were so grievously upset that they were physically shaken
they then became angry and bitter over what had gone down
they held David responsible and wanted to stone him into the ground
yet David himself lost two wives and he was also dismayed and discouraged
but as a true disciple of Christ he knew in God to be encouraged
David had a true calling, he was aware of his divine mission
he was appointed by the Lord God to take on the Great Commission
for whenever God has called on you
there's not much that you can do
for you can't run and you can't hide from what of you God desires
and He'll equip you for the task by giving you all you'll need and require
and be you a Pastor, a disciple or a deacon and you feel you're at the end of your rope
encourage yourself in the promises of God and hold on to its hope
life may sometimes beat you up and knock you all about
but it's not over until it's over until God calls the final out
encourage yourself in the Lord and embrace His authority
you might be down to your last strike and He'll give you the victory
and even if the final bell has rung
it ain't over until God says its done
and even when you're down to your last shot
it ain't over until God says it's not
and even if it's fourth and long yet you can see the goal
trust in God to make the completion for He's in total control
it's not over until it's over not even when the fat lady starts to sing
as the Lord Our God has the last word when it comes to everything
the buzzer might have sounded, the clock has run out and you're down to the final play
but it's not over until it's over as long as God has something to say
ELOQUENT GEMS
Part 2
But it’s show time, word genius making a fuss within ya brain hemispheres,
I’m rear in all the ages, pages outdating your solar systems burning spheres,
I leave ya mind scared with the truth, scared of what you will lose,
These writings are like hip hop and blues, blowing your mental fuse,
Your used, abused by your ignorance, cant advance from ya current mind stance,
With plans upon this planet, over running ruins, within ya delusions, ya say plans?
You ran away from your divine land, residing instead blind following lies,
Firmly as earning spiritual advice, nice and nicely played out well,
As you fell I tell a real story of glory of the real history with fury,
Furious but word notorious, worry about these things, they are nearly near,
Yeah bearing witness to those that stumble and don’t get up, find ya wings,
Hear the voices singing songs, lethal sequels seeking ears to hear,
Fear the mighty word warrior, steer your vessel, bless you from the summit, right up there,
But I don’t care, I steer a mind behind the vessel, as I wrestle good and evil,
Always climbing levels…. Depart devils, be gone please, ya don’t stand a chance,
One glance of these words puts you in a trance of stagnant brain operation,
Change up ya station,
Excellent, your seeds growing,
Into a plant with enhanced reception,
Tuning in, dismantle the stress,
Confess your ruining ya perception,
In the life of Mass Deception!!!
The completion is to reach them, all of them,
Mindfully seen through intervened letters to them,
Them? Who’s them? Remnants of the mighty men of old?
The Chosen few… come on I don’t know….
So I can’t just follow in blind faith,
Distasteful foul ways of the fools,
Who are schooled within disgraceful enslaved schools,
Check ya schedule, Like King Saul you will fall,
Slayed by your own sword and missed out on the reward,
Plagued by an evil spirit, devils mindset absorbed,
Records show a man that didn’t grow so jumped overboard,
Absorb these words, sort what distorts and delete,
Don’t retreat and be defeated in this heated war of good and evil,
Find your tranquil place and be seated, meet the inner self,
Where the real help resides, inside your house, your temple,
Disassemble and reassemble yourself, resemble principles possible,
Irreversible when awake!!!
Quincy Mac
date written: 5.12.2015
As Artists Touching an Audience - Thoughts on Creating
Beyond the full experiencing and aims of the creative process in all genres, there are the results, the “made” productions, the works, ready to be sent
out there
from the self
to touch other people in some (any) way of giving,
the created work
presented
to affect the anyone in those moments
of being-in-audience
to an artwork (In the perceiving and receiving of it)
to any degree.
As writers, musicians, actors, artists, we are gifted through
the creative process: through
our Felt involvement
from onset to culmination of the created works
And also when we, too, pause outside artworks,
as with all perceptions,
to examine and receive, to be touched in some way:
sensually, intellectually, emotionally, spiritually, creatively…
Nearly always, then, we make a judgement
about whether we Like what we perceive
(in all of life as well) in an artist’s composition —
Here
Is the work we have met with for a time
and let reach us…
No matter how briefly, the created work
has thus gone from being some “thing”
To being an Experience.
This accounts, I think, for why artists of all genres
feel more than an ownership of “products” about the works done.
Like a god-parent might, we
artists invest our whole being into
shaping works
to the full completion of their inspiration.
And, then, (as a person does for a fostered one or offspring)
we have a bond…with a desire to follow the path and reception
of our works In the world beyond us.
Our created works poise apart from us…
very like living things…
Lost works are grieved …Others
Also often pass long periods asleep, away
from any receiving audience, even from us, the creators…
Perhaps going forgotten;
Some envisioned works crafted into reality
may return to a collection of once unfulfilled dreams,
which do startle if they eventually wander
out from dark corners and curled pages.
They may have stayed in sleep…to
serendipitously rise for notice in a rebirth
Like garden perennials signaled to stand
in Spring surprise…in a new season of a gifting presentation.
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Experimental prose-poetry
also an “Address of Poetry” blog, PoetrySoup
(I give 2nd Apologies to Aristotle for this :-)
(c) sally young eslinger 3/10/22
Thanks be to God
I was alone
Lost in this world
Trying to find just a glimmer of light
I was blinded by misery’s darkness,
Drenched by shame and fright
I was alone
Seeking shelter
Hoping
That one day I might find.
A place for my heart to call home,
Somewhere that was truly mine
I was alone
Seeking nourishment,
Longing to feed my hungry soul
On a quest for completion,
To make my flesh feel whole
I was alone
seeking refuge
A place of tranquility
then I met my heart’s joy
The missing part of me
He took me and clothed me
in his finest garments
silks, satins
And his robe of the pure white
He gave me dominion over his heart
And accepted as his wife.
I was alone
And seeking
But never know that I was searching
Until I met this man
Who showed me that I was worthy to be loved
And held my heart in his hands.
Now,
I am no longer searching
For that something that is true
I have found all that I’ve sought after
And I found it in you.
Form:
Wonder’s Darkness
by Odin Roark
He knew wonder well
It could cancel fear
And bestow courage
A nexus for survival
A predawn beginning
His solo-climb of the face
Thought crazy by doubters
Had started swift and easy
The results of plans
Rehearsals
Confidence
The wall’s darkness was his own
Anchoring piton after piton
Securing each meter of ascension by feel
With unharnessed confidence of mind
For this was a climb of defiance
Knowing few if any
Might or would
Ever understand his exhilaration
His unique love of climbing-chalk and sweat
Carabineers and rope
Anchors and ascenders
Tenuous connections to life
All married to his inner eclipse
Yet at the halfway point…
Exhaustion appeared
Adrenalin waned
His pendulum traverse had missed
Time seemed to stop
Flesh and rock collided
Bringing cold panic
Seizing breath to hold
Suspending threatened fate
Even as the skill of a spider
Had kept him safely vertical until now
Death’s harassment had not been part of the plan
His back rested against cold granite
The lead taste of blood from his nose
Conflicted the balsam and cedar fragrance
Gusting up from the valley floor
Fifteen hundred feet below
His straight down reality
Minutes passed…
Awe and respect
Life’s often ignored necessitude
Hung together with him
Against the sheared mountain
Some predicted his dreaded finale
With tenacity as partner
Calmness merged with a blanket of sunrise warmth
The crisis became the past now
This test of tests faced completion
His mind eased back to a climber’s trust
Careful feeling about
Delivered firm grips
Precise movement
Renewed determination
Moving him deftly toward the descent team’s cheers
Waiting on distant topside
Resisting aid
He reached the summit
And gathering minutes of needed rest
Even amidst the accolades and glee
He prepared for the hard part
The trek down the backside
This blind climber knew
Like those with eyes to see
Exhaustion can make even a simple return route
More dangerous than the climb
With the descent team
Assisting his tired body
The crude trail carved
For bushwhacking
Brought danger often missed
Until it was too late
Loose scree
Roots of trees
Ruts and rocks
With sightless vision
He maneuvered the precarious path
His certain smile becoming contagious
Moving shaking heads of doubters once
To embrace a blind climber’s wonder
As their own
Holy Spirit, dancing fire…
Quiet my heart, blaze through my life
Igniting flames of hope, flames of joy
Flames of exhilaration, flames of grace
Flames of inspiration to fill up my soul
With the amazing wonder that is Your
Spark glowing through my life, burning
Paths of expectations, promises, faith
Born of a Holy Fire, dancing a waltz
Of sacred love raining down from higher
Above where God sits on His throne
Holy Spirit, painting my entire world…
With breathless rays of pleasure,
Rising up from the joy of knowing
God is inside my soul, restoring my dreams
Reassuring my desires, exciting a fire
Penetrating yearnings for more of the love
That is more glorious than I can describe
More beautiful and wise than any kindness
It is a love that is alive, like the rays of
A Son who knows our hearts, minds and souls
Provides us with forgiveness for our sins
Shows us the way to belief that is filled with
Second chances, renewal and grace that prays
For spiritual completion, God’s redemption
Holy Spirit, fire of my heart…
Pour out Your joy through my entire life
Make me into someone who understands
Someone who listens to all Your wisdom
With comprehension who knows Your counsel
Is better than any guidance I will ever have
Your suggestions are alive with passion
And overflowing with boundless grace
Peace that knows no darkness or dread
Kindness that is more brilliant and sensitive
Than the sparkling stardust delights
Of a gentle, starry night filled with moonlight
Holy Spirit, fervor of my soul…
Whisper Your compassion through my thoughts
Fill me up with kindheartedness, gentleness
Peace that surpasses all understanding
A melody that is like a psalm from the scriptures
Prudent and patient, promising a Savior
Who brings deliverance from the shadows
Of sorrow, pain and disappointment
All the things that are stalked through the darkness
Where dread and despair destroy the light
Shining bright from the heart of One
Who knows our hearts and our thoughts, our all
Loves us beyond our wildest imaginings
With a love that is sure, saving, sincere
Love that has no conditions, no fears
Love that is the answer to every prayer
Love that is from a spirit who comes to us
Lives in us, brightening our lives, breathing
His Holy Spirit fire into our souls!
April 13 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Chronicles 10-12
Key Verse –1Chronicles 11:2 And moreover in time past, even when Saul was king, thou wast he that leddest out and broughtest in Israel: and the LORD thy God said unto thee, Thou shalt feed my people Israel, and thou shalt be ruler over my people Israel.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY RULING LEADER
Lord God, You are my ruling Leader
till I reach Your mountain-peak holiness
Thank You for letting me follow You with Your imputed righteousness
And for healing my sin-battle sores and struggle wound-illness…
Help me flee to You always against worldly destructiveness.
Lord God, You are my ruling Leader
ill I find Your will’s completion for my perfection
Thank You for directing me to Your sovereign perfection
And for fastening my heart to Your counsel and instruction…
Help me inquire from You always for Your wise exhortation.
Lord God, You are my ruling Leader
till I behold Your beauty’s glory face to face
Thank You for bringing me toward Your feeding grace
And for anointing my steps to walk midst divine pace…
Help me dwell in You always while running well along spiritual race.
Lord God, You are my ruling Leader
till I experience Your deliverance-victory
Thank You for forbidding me to put my life in jeopardy’s misery
And for strengthening my faith in declaring Your Gospel story…
Help me honour You always as I attain triumph for Your glory.
Lord God, You are my ruling Leader
till I come to Your commendation’s enclosure
Thank You for arming me with Your truth of heavenly treasure
And for clothing my soul with Your pardon to withstand guilt’s pressure…
Help me abide in You always from wilderness’ leisure.
Lord God, You are my ruling Leader
till I fulfill Your plan which is the best
Thank You for overflowing me with Your blessings despite crises’ pest
And for upholding my satisfaction in Your care nest midst worry-caused test…
Help me to stay with You always for my peaceable rest.
Lord God, You are my ruling Leader
till I receive Your promised reward
Thank You for advising me to march diligently forward
And for enabling my commitment to keep on, being Your kingdom-steward…
Help me praise You always with joy in my advancement onward.
April 13, 2023
Prior to my final Masters Exam, I spent five months
in Uncle's place on study leave and once chanced to meet
my Mr. Perfect and was devastated .
No way , my ardent ardour compelled me
to fall in love :
He was my First Love.
Seeds of love were sown in two souls
to sprout .
Tender sapling of emotive urge started to grow.
Dormant yearnings formed the stem.
Roots of passion pierced the core of heart
in deep dolour.
Romance rippled on shivered nascent leaves.
I never interacted direct to Mr.Perfect
even both standing face to face.
Yet our silent world was magnificent.
Mere exchanges of glance was sufficient to tie
ethereal emotional bond.
Two soft buds in two minds shone in amorous glow.
Dreamy desires danced delight
in wobbling dilemma
thrashing on different shores through swelling urge.
Two surrendered minds being chained in social stigma
are sundered, as none had courage to defy status -quo.
In the last eve of my leave completion ,
we happened to be in a solitary park.
Eagerly I was waiting with full expectation.
He hurried to approach close to me.
I looked straight to his eyes even without blink,
with a feeling that he has overpowered his hesitance.
Eternal Time momentary took pause.
We lost worldly link.
But he couldn't utter a single syllable.
Our love sank in Destined Silence .
I had to be back on next day.
,
Nine lives removed from royal dignity
Five days after
getting acquainted with darling cats
pampered like queens courtesy
thee eldest daughter
and her partner acquired as kittens
reminiscence occurred regarding
one particular four footed feline
my late mother doted over.
Lion eyes hide predatory wage
sharp retractable sharp claw
never did the late Sage
exhibit talon nor ferocious jaw
even when getting his nails clipped,
said gentle cat infrequently
sunk daggers into soft human skin,
but upon completion
of aforementioned onerous task,
he voicelessly, soundlessly, passively,
manly, joyfully did withdraw.
Aye attest tubby reincarnated
(as well mine eldest daughter's beau)
from one male Russian Blue
species Felis silvestris catus
named Morris if that gives
a handy dandy clue,
and during my fuzzy past
hence, asthma “Cats Cradle”
segued and Atlas
shrugged off kitten hood
fur hum lee established
type cats as (tin pan) alley cat,
a rather litter boxed gritty debut
t'wood become (later in life) tabby
quick as greased lightning
snatching in the air,
when tender vittles flew,
technically got fired (acquiring
appropriate nicknames)
as fame (like a bushy cat tail) grew
viz perfect back up crooner
for “Cat Stevens”,
or lead singer for
the "Stray Cats" oddly
coupled, featured, and
incorporated with the guru
Horton Hears A Hoo,
yes him Elephant resembling
a humongous mandrake
from the, "Animals"
whose body heat could
easily melt an igloo,
whereby Inuits accepted charity from
Korean philanthropists named Joo
(founders of Palaces for Pachyderms)
these lumbering creatures possessed
an exemplary photographic memory
(rivaling that of the amazing
deceased idiot savant
Kim Peek), he knew
practically every detail
incorporating page number, punctuation
plus citing word for word
never truncating, omitting,
nor jumbling... any lines,
and could track missing link,
when felines shared common ancestor
but,...such petty files
would most likely boar
and go way off course, and hence
will shy away being extempore
favoring a deliberate fore
ray padding around basically ignore
ring any rhyme or reason
suddenly ending this persiflage,
and thence to thee bon jour,
cuz yours truly off
in a huff to bang a lore.