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He is my inspiration.
Creator of Life, you are,
We extol your creative wonders.
We stand in awe at your wisdom,
We're compelled to pause and ponder.
Almighty God, you are,
Astonishing displays of your great power.
Your name for us is our shelter,
Our stronghold and our tower.
Sovereign Lord, you are,
Exercising dominion o'er all your creation.
We surrender to your ascendancy,
In unreserved dedication.
Ancient of Days, you are,
As revealed in your own word.
No one surpasses you in excellence,
Your blessings now conferred.
King of Righteousness, you are,
Your statutes and principles you give.
Wholeheartedly we shall obey your laws,
As long as we shall live.
King of Eternity, you are,
From indefinite past, to forever,
We disown ourselves in servitude,
Our resolute endeavor.
Majestic One, you are,
Incomparable in glory and holiness.
Your resplendent magnificence,
Only you possess.
Alpha and Omega, you are,
The beginning and the end.
Because of your great love, we choose,
To be your lifelong friends.
Praised be your holy name!
J ust and righteous is he.
E verlasting, to time indefinite.
H oly to the superlative degree.
O mniscient, all knowing, all wise.
V enerable, worthy of Worship.
A lmighty in power.
H ighly exalted.
John Derek Hamilton
March 22,2021
Original post 2015
You lift me from mundane reality,
with wondrous flights to lands of poetry,
where there, my simple visions come to be
expressed with chosen words of imagery.
Implanted in the heart and soul of me,
your brilliant gems become the words I see.
My clouded concepts there to you transferred
to be refined through vetting of each word;
to shape so artfully my thoughts conferred
that mirror passions of my heart incurred...
reanimated with your words preferred.
No turning back once our sojourn begins;
surrendering...the only choice that wins.
The hunter and the hunted, we like twins,
bind close together through the thick and thins
as words and thoughts unite in final goal...
all fragments melded to create a whole
and we together merge in heart and soul.
You soon present your gift of polished thought;
each word alive, well-chosen, sorely sought...
so bittersweet...my muse...poetic art.
My poem shines in your finality;
a diamond, honed from visions undeterred.
Through mazes, it encountered many spins
composing imagery through word control,
until your tranquil spirit knew you caught
that inner feeling deep within my heart.
I can hear my breath
Blood pounding in my ears
The tune too fast for comfort
My palms unhelpfully moist
Conversely my mouth bone dry
I feel unsteady on my feet
Will my knees give way?
I stifle a cough
All eyes on me
I hate the attention
Is my outfit appropriate?
Too showy, too plain?
Is my hair neat enough?
Do my eyes sparkle?
What do they see
When they look at me?
I feel like an animal
In a gilded cage
...In a market
Will they inspect my teeth?
Count my fingers and toes?
Do they care about my personality?
My desires, my aspirations?
Or do they just see a womb
A cook, a cleaner, a nurse?
The families have conferred
Long ago it was settled
My fate and future decided
I have no say
I have no option
I have no way out
Oppression is duty
Repression a given
Self-conscious, anxious and resigned
My only hope for today
As I wait nervously
For him to appear
Is that the match made...
...is a good one.
Phil Ostein Conferred With...
Oracle of delphi
for meager tithe
as per usual end
of year shibboleth,
and thus this hoop
fully ville explain,
the substance and pith
viz, where new
years eve hullabaloo,
without relevance comprising search
(boot not captcha) of myth
huckle Harris beast
purported relation of kin and kith,
rumored to inhabit
vicinity of Vermouth Avenue and fifth.
Hence, the follow
wing conjecture made
without axe sing myself why,
nonetheless alluding to some
anonymous kvetcher in the vye
maybe even reef fur
ring to yours
truly, or hypothetical stranger upbye
the outer limits of twilight zone,
unseen, whose extrasensory
divinity cain espy
telescopic ability insightful
able to see tie
knee imperceptible electronic bi
nary nano piercing
bits racing like a fly
ling infinitesimal Karamazov
brother, thru invisible
ethereal mist keen as a tigereye
that seemingly never blinks
despite vision hampered by
hordeolum, more commonly
known as stye
inducing inflammation i.e.
red tender bump
at the edge of well nigh
browbeaten eyelid, hence redeye,
perhaps dissimilar, yet
equally painful as pinkeye,
which conjunctivitis
preferable well nigh,
then slogging thru gobbledygook
thankfully, this harmless wordsmith
bids thee goodbye.
the hermits gathered, exchanging notes
each had searched for the truth but had failed
so they conferred, sharing their heart’s emotes
dismayed that the light within had now paled
the first hermit’s meditation was earth
solidity we need to keep us grounded
control over matter, enhancing self-worth
yet by form bounded and by fears confounded
the second hermit mediated on water
subtler than earth, of that there is no doubt
love stirs but feral lust remains a squatter
the path is seen but dark desires grout
the third hermit had meditated longer
the focus he maintained was fire’s power scent
boons were bestowed, he became stronger
yet deep in his heart, he was discontent
the fourth hermit’s prayer entwined him with air
the subtlest element, the source of life
seeds of love blossomed with aplomb and flair
but he was yet to be delivered, so sought a mid-wife
the fifth hermit’s object of contemplation was space
containing in its infinite womb all existence
though he grew in wisdom, he saw not God’s face
between him and the creator, there was yet a distance
all hermits then decided to meet a sage said to be wise
they shared their struggles and sought his direction
on what to do that God they may here realise
establishing a permanent connection
what follows are the words the exalted sage spoke
simply rest in silence as awareness self-aware
objects of meditation are conceptual fires we stoke
once we are empty, in-form polarities pair
rising along octaves of love we imbibe ineffable bliss
mind is instrumentalised, like any other limb
we dwell in time stretched peace where nothing is amiss
magnetic pulsations within sing to us a hymn
in timeless time, our ego-identity falls away
we then see our true Self outside of time and space
recognising we are living light we cease to sway
by our own hand thus, we invoke God’s grace
universality in individual action
a void-centric awareness within which boundaries blur
such a flowing orientation grants presence traction
God and we speak as one and with love concur
Dearest Amelie Beth Harris-Mcgeehan
If royalty moost likely
spotlight ye would dodge
nonetheless anointed, deemed, granted...
within humble abode
of your lodge
most righteous, magnanimous, gracious...
among confrère noblesse oblige.
Methinks twas foolhardy of me
when joost a mere young man
(more'n half agoo me lifespan)
ye always acknowledging me birthdate,
(although tomorrow a day early,
and dollar long)
regarding thirteenth of Jan.
Your sisterly affection doth buoy
inside mine heart and soul
first born of three offspring
begat courtesy Boyce
and Harriet Harris handed lead role
par exemplar to officiate (figuratively)
filial obeisance, particularly
when older analogous to foal
abiding maternal horse sense, thus I extol.
As your brother, rhetorical question I ask
how often did thee deserve to bask
within metaphorical sunshine to exceed
regarding care and concern emotional task
tenderly "mothering" kith and kin,
ye divinely didst shew,
especially yours truly
now he dost rue
he rarely did communicate -
hermetically within his
hermetically sealed queue
detached, isolated, outsourced,
I may as well lived in Peru
(think Machu Picchu)
courtesy schizoid personality disorder
leavened, prepared, and sprinkled with
obsessive compulsiveness
for good measure ooh
and aah barely registered
consciousness, and knew
not what blessedness constituted hew
as tremendous precious jewel few
chore birthdays promise with clear clue
how ye go above and beyond
call of sisterly duty aware remaining life
(mine) would be far inadequate to accrue
equitable devotional, emotional,
and financial recompense.
Hence feeble attempt
to distill some essence
with words that appear
incomprehensible and dense,
cuz writing more comfortable
verses talking, which
often jabbering (more like a wookie)
(think fictional hirsute humanoids
in Star Wars universe)
often makes no cents.
Tempus fugit fleets at light speed
quasi immortality conferred as generations rebreed
all the while unwittingly transmitting indeed
idiosyncrasies, mutations, quarks... such as greed
myopia, selfishness... at death sorrow doth bleed.
how many years I lived
without knowing the decision space in front of me
didn’t depend on the stingy calculus
of a lover’s whimsy.
I can’t believe—
how many times I mistook silence
for verdict, god’s understudy,
how many times I called a locked door just,
as if my wanting were felony,
my body a crime scene.
I called it love—
letting all other appetites eat first.
I called it love—
when I folded my desire, my voice
into a paper crane,
set it alight,
then apologized
for the smoke.
But freedom—
freedom isn’t a hand-me-down.
It cannot be conferred, is not a ribbon tied
to someone else’s mercy.
It’s my pulse still thrumming,
a window they swore was nailed shut
splintering, opening, opening.
Freedom is sky without edges,
my mind a kite unwound from every fist,
kissing my own lips,
striking my name like the last match on earth,
calling it holy—
to breathe without permission.
Thou hast been conferred with the crown of princess -
The crown of Degree in Biotechnology by HIS Grace,
The Lord hath been with thee all through the years of thy learning,
Thou hast been blessed with spiritual parents by HIS Mercy,
He hath guided thee with HIS Wisdom and Knowledge,
Each step thou hadst made hath been touched by HIS Hand,
The Knowledge thou hast Imbibed hath been HIS Breath,
The seconds thou hadst spent have been set by HIS Words,
The thesis thou hast prepared hath been guided by HIS Utterance,
The projects thou hast done have been structured by HIS Plan,
The professors who have taught thee have been designed by HIM.
So, keep thyself totally surrendered into HIM Who is always good unto all.
HE hath crowned thee with stars of HIS Grace and Mercy,
Yet, more than this, HE is thy Eternal Guide and Comforter,
And HE seeks thy soul and heart for HIM alone above material blessings,
And so, be in HIM and walk spiritually for HIM alone,
And HE shall sustain thee in this life and in the life to come.
Sintered from the dust of dying stars
This vessel of mine was,
By hands that reached down
Through the veil above,
And together with one generous breath
Bestowed upon it
This uncanny spark—this soul—
That man so very hubristically
Dared to name so.
From the tenderest of age,
I felt a magnetic pull—
A silent tug upon my heart,
And upon that uncanny spark—
To cede way to the craving of the day,
To wield this vessel as I chose:
This great gift of free will—
To speak, and act, and squander it
As I so pleased.
And in so doing, unbeknownst
To my young heart—
Though surely not to He
Whose hands, within the gusty gale,
reach down through the starry veil—
This truly splendid vessel,
Sintered from the dust of dying stars,
Bestowed with this wondrous spark,
Echoed each day more...
From a hollowing dark,
Within its mined-out core.
I felt so weak
That first time on my knees—
My first admission of regret,
Fingers knit in sacred weave
Upon the edge of my tousled bed,
Still warm, still rich with the aroma
Of a woman whose name I hadn’t cared to ask.
Toward the leaden clouds I cast—
A weary sigh into the stormy sky.
If miracles are truly real,
They're surely cellared with great zeal,
And left to age like vintage wines,
Until the Heavenly Divine
Before the worthy sets them forth,
Conferred upon His fruitful crop,
Whose future hopes now shine on high,
Not hurled into the muddy slop
To bless the vile swine—like I.
I've watched my life pass by
Like a slideshow of selfishness.
This vessel defiled,
By rapturous chemicals,
This spark,
By the whims and wants of an imbecile.
On my knees, so many times, since that first regretful night.
As I am now, chin down, under the moonlight,
Here with no right, begging of his might—
A humbled man's intent, a stirring,
This cherished spark, with its God conferring.
Written: March 2024
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Hold a revered status globally.
Strength only shines through when the glow appears.
unfolding behind them.
I sought out darkness.
I searched everywhere but found none.
I peered into my heart,
discovered the largest one.
Gently, my heart beats.
The future unfolds predictably.
Sailors had many vessels for water.
Fruits won't appear through force.
Explore all available books.
Wisdom is gained, not conferred.
Insight for the enlightened.
Four letters embody love.
We set out from our homes.
Our heads were shrouded with dust.
We bravely dodge forward.
grasping our lives in our hands.
Within our mortal gathering
existence is but a visitor,
A deep longing drives us.
to achieve sacrifices.
Youths pursue success with enthusiasm.
wielding blades to achieve their aims.
The process exacts a bloody toll.
but the stars shine on those
who demonstrate their love.
and pitch their place in history.
through daring and sacrifice.
The ego within forced me to resist.
But now I wish I had effused a love mist.
With aplomb and flair, I left it there.
For self-aware souls passing by who opt to pair.
I was so afraid of being seen.
Of being judged, of being keen,
I hid my true self away.
And let my ego have its say.
Now I realize, I am worthy of love,
including yours.
I am flawless just the way I am.
and I am ready to stand up for myself.
I'm letting fade of my ego.
And letting love flow
And I'm ready to be unfurled.
I'm Opening my heart to the world.