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Written: January 26, 2024
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Rumi Quote ("Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because, for those who love with heart and soul, there is no such thing as separation.")
All beings carry an inner flame, a divine spark,
Our goal is to allow light to shine within dark.
Everyone has a stiff gift, talent, or skill to share,
Serving others makes our souls elysian to dare.
Acts of love and caring could offer us delight,
By exhibiting warmth, not schist and phyllite.
It is our collective effort to improve life-earth,
When our soul's task is what drives us to birth,
We feel content and halcyon in our actual sense,
We are aware that we are shifting our presence.
Beyond everything else, this ought to be crucial,
Aversely relishing awards of hustle for frugal.
Spirit is a passenger on an arduous path,
An odyssey spanning countless sides of wrath.
Soul grows and evolves with its realness,
And draws nearer to its trustworthy purpose.
Spirit vision is to testify that it is divine,
To meld in a sumptuous root, letting it shine.
Doing so implies soul concedes vanity,
And wholeheartedly embrace its core chirality.
Embracing an ethereal embedded element,
Fulfill fair function, fixing forthright firmament.
Realizing we're not the dreaming dual drama,
Bilocation hints to grasp a restive soul's lama.
The path of a spirit can be filled with faintness,
Yet it regularly bestows layers of greatness.
Following death, psyche gains fresh insight,
It blooms and grows in power and oblivion rite.
Spirit will ultimately fulfill its destiny,
And shall be united with its roots celestially.
But, in any case, the soul persists in its path,
Expanding and maturing with every wrath.
Ivory pilots night's idyllic sighs,
like timely climbing sky--untying cries,
lights espying irises gliding rise.
Evening lean sleeping,
beacon competing,
concedes pleasing keen scenes,
appealing leaping,
sincere esteeming,
green treat sweetly redeems.
Trailing rays draping shapes,
maple framing trace,
claiming plains facing lakes,
bravely wades gauged space.
Green fields teasing,
--thieving seething,
weeds beseech release,
feel they cheated,
leaves defeated,
ease sense peaceful wreaths.
Yellow roses,
showy floats,
potato groves,
grown rows notes,
tomatoes hold,
closely wove,
flowering show,
sloping globe,
drove lonesome road,
banjo tone,
broken myPhone,
coasting home.
Reeling breezes freely sweep ...
weakened peels, eternal sleep ...
green trees reach needed relief,
complete healing frees fig leaf.
Humans muse Cupid,
blew flutes,
spooking unicorns,
smooth tunes moody blooms,
grew blue,
jewel unique forms.
Severe events fleecing green dreams,
precede teaching seeding extremes.
A CHILD’S TEDDY BEAR
Once selected off the store shelf.
with both love and care…
it takes its place among the family
when it becomes a child’s teddy bear.
Immediately the child and the bear connect
and the parents soon become aware
how the two of them are inseparable…
the child and his teddy bear.
But a child grows up…a teddy bear does not,
and though it seems unkind,
a growing child finds other things to love,
and leaves the teddy bear behind.
But the teddy bear is ever vigilant,
he waits patiently night and day,
for one more moment with the child he once knew…
one more chance to play.
And every now and then the teddy bear is picked up,
“I miss you!” the the child inside the grown-up concedes.
and the teddy bear once again feels joy…
for love is all he ever needs.
And so I wonder:
When we want to learn of patience,
of dedication, of love and joy and what it means to share…
perhaps we need to look no further
than on the face of a child’s teddy bear.
when the rich wage war, it is the poor who die
overflowing their bank accounts as they lie
hiding behind niceties as they make us slaves
wars made to control us, which they create and crave
when will we learn that segregation is to take?
not just our lives, homes and human rights are at stake
but our very souls as they bury the light within
greedy addiction their only means to a dead end
creating the armageddon to prove true false prophets
we bought into their “good book” as right and philosophic
it is easier to place our sins under another’s blame
accept forgiveness, as we turn inconceivably insane
society claiming no responsibility for their actions
defying the laws of decency in self-righteous reactions.
absolution is not possible in our religious fervor
we despise ourselves internally as sheep and follower.
jesus might forgive our sins, and that a slim chance.
will those we torture and persecute join this happy dance?
nothing will become nothing and so it shall return to be
that we are insignificant as human species.
when the rich wage war, it is the poor who die
without the poor the rich cannot feed their lie.
no one is left to support their arrogant farce
destroying planet earth, corruption on the march
slavery, pride, taking of life (any life), lying and cheating,
coveting the jones’ wife or boat or house, abusive wife beating
in the name of their god that is not balanced in polarity
is the way to chaos and darkness in the laws of scarcity.
believing that your actions are not your own
belong to a horrendous force, the cyclone
thinking that you are above judgment of deeds
is foolish, arrogant, capitulates and concedes
to empty spaces in heart and mind
for darkness to dwell within and find
a breeding ground for despair and pain
chained to the physical you remain.
when the rich wage war, it is the poor who die
without the poor, the rich cannot feed their lie.
Against pressures of daily demands
my physique yields to debilitating energy...
…thus, I admit need for invigoration
to relax with serenity’s bliss, nestling in God’s strength
cuddled by His wondrous pampering presence
while rejuvenated through reverberating Gospel music
filling my haven’s retreat-room
securing me complete rest toward functionality's brace.
Amidst rigors of ministerial endeavours
my spirit grows weary in striving well...
…hence, I succumb to divine refreshing offers
as the Lord invites me for a sweet respite in His bosom
to meditate His wondrous Word: illumining, comforting, upholding
paving for assured revival and thank-propped joy
He grants by our vibrant fellowship together at His altar of grace
enclosing me --- toward a sublime hiatus of heavenly moments.
Along burdensome battles for triumphant faith
my human nature gives in to fleshly cravings
and soul concedes to worldly conquest dominated by pride…
...so I confess falling into temptation, weak and drained
oh, earnestly begging for God’s sanctifying forgiveness
as well as empowering mercy for holiness’ pursuits
available whenever I abide in Christ*
Who provides hiatus haven for recovery and sound well-being.
*Psalm 91:1 He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
February 10, 2021
3rd place, "Your best free verse so far this year" Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 5/25/2021.
someone asked and so we revealed
112 meditations that heart be healed
essentially there are three categories
to these beautiful meditation stories
and as of inclination we can so choose
stillness resonating as of soul’s muse
the first part deals with divine energy
bringing head and heart into synergy
that kundalini, chi or Holy Spirit may rise
bliss in permanence being offered prize
wherein we imbibe wisdom from heaven
through and within in-form chakras seven
the next sections urge us to choose silence
we rest in awareness sans thought violence
becoming empty within, our ego recedes
residual will we hold onto, doership concedes
nonchalant to outcomes, free from desire
fears too disappear and our soul is all afire
in the third level, we completely disappear
sense of separation ends, we feel God appear
we behold our true Self as God’s living light
ineffable peace in within, gift of clear sight
bilocating between crystallised form and space
each breath we take partakes of God’s grace
When darkness falls and finds us all alone,
When the heart becomes a small grey stone ...
Bravery is all there is.
When thunder shakes the windowpanes,
When those we love lie wracked with pain ...
Bravery is all there is.
Bravery concedes its fear;
Does not attempt to hide its tears.
Bravery is born of holding calm,
In quietly, doggedly, carrying on.
When reason fails to light the dark,
When the answer is a question mark ...
Bravery is all there is.
When justice seeks to rule in vain,
When sorrow sweeps the roiling brain ...
Bravery is all there is.
Bravery trembles while it stands,
Accepts what it cannot command.
Bravery bears its burdens well,
Looks not to see if others tell.
Be brave then, Mystery asks of us;
Face the unknown with silent trust -
For at the End, there is only this:
Bravery is all there is.
Bravery is all there is.
Israel and Palestine duel, as Iran pulls the strings
Abiding under the rule of the Country with the wings
As Russia looks down Turkey is twisting in the wind
All seeking one crown or just the chance to rescind
As Trump stokes the fire, Maduro concedes to Putin
Netanyahu's situation now dire, separation so thin
And as China stands by harvesting lands procured
Isis continues to try yet no land has been secured
With Libya falling apart as the Sudan follows suit
Each actor and his part following the precise route
Just as the Bible had said as it all falls into place
Man would rather be dead than accept God's grace
Watch that eagle with wings, watch what he'll do
The deal that he brings a peace deal made for two
Then after three and a half years as the Bible said
Realizing their worst fears those of the living Dead
Ezekiel 38
Luke 21:28
When you see these things begin to take place, stand up and lift up your heads, because your redemption is drawing near.
*Image of Best Collapse by Giphy.
Pilfered Soulless House
Pilfered dawn occasions a soulless house, bruised
appeals innocence whilst porch screen once tended,
concedes whispers of dust calm quest of quarters,
~~views endured through time.
Some non-existent floorboards chanced ferns sprouting
rights, roots by an unnerved staircase, challenging
few, yon a blurred window, --rooms without a view
~~volumed sights, ventures.
Wilt garden fruitless seasons, its gardener
enshrined nigh, atop sits scentless plastics, stiffs
amidst squeezed breaths constants against a rosette,
~~hugging touched headstone.
Tempest strived roof musing o'er wealth perceived themes
of swayed hyperboles, midst shared rooms, aroused town's
tattlers year-long spread, wanes, delays one closed door,
~~course perused ruins
***porch, ferns, roof, rosette, staircase, window, garden, house, door, whispers
2020 July 13
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND your pick
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 August 08
*1st Place*
Decaying House
~~Constance La France: Judged 2020 July 19
To inhale sweet fragrance, a breath of love
Evening's light casts a gray flickering shade
Beneath a moon rising and stars above
Lovers merge silently as eyes persuade
To fill this measure that a love yearns for
Unrestrained trust, to share wants and needs
Two hearts tremble as a welcomed captor
and fall through realms where resistance concedes
Secure in love's warmth has dispersed night's chill
Shadows from lovers are burned by a flame
and hearts pounding strong are echoing still
While laughter and whispers haunt this domain
Nothing is left beneath red sky of dawn
No trace of two lovers, as they have gone
contest Breath of Love
2/3/15