Long Consolation Poems
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The Untold Story
The flashing headlights intensely illuminated the gloomy faces of the sweetgum tree
The tears fell from the sky like God's Shower , constant and cleansing
The troubled night shrouded the steady strolling figures like an unfulfilled corpse
The Killer parked his hesitant vehicle upon the eroded curbside
The indifferent priest discharged his shallow yet nessacery words upon the silhouetted congregation
"We are gathered today to mourn the death of Linda Whittington..."
The words were unclear due to the remorseful rain
Buffering the consolation like a badly tuned radio
Suddenly, an irrelevant relative broke out :
"She didn't deserve to die ...a moment of silence please"
The Killer smirked to himself
As the theatrical tears of distant relatives who arrived for the free food Conjoined with the Shower droplets
Headed towards the drainage
The Killer picked up a pair of sodden dandelions from the moist ground
And heard, staggeringly clearly , through the rain
"Thank you Magnus"
Magnus placed the now blood-stained
dandelions in the grave
And allowed himself to be encapsulated by the determined Darkness
~Whoever
Sophia's ABC Masquerade Ball
A masquerade ball of wisdom’s wisdom in a wink and a smile
Blessings in disguise –uncovered - not hidden in plain sight
Costume ball for aha moments comfortable in their own skin
Dancing discernments so light on their feet – dancing on air -
Elegant eloquence self-evident - no charades behind masks or eyes filled with stars
Festive fundamentals of sweet understanding trip the light fantastic -
Getting into the groove – give it a whirl - no two left feet for
Humble agreement unifying two dancer’s cotillion
Intuition’s insights of infinite wisdom unmasked in understanding
Jump and jive when discovered quite by surprise
Kissed by sheer delight and laughter or caressed in consolation
Lifetimes of proverbs accept the invitation to fill their dance cards, live and learn,
Maxims and mottos – mothers of invention – chaperone this carnival -
Nods of recognition in nuggets of wisdom cross finite dance floors -
Over the moon when asked to dance - little words speaking volumes -
Perspective and simplicity slow dance to shower pennies from Heaven,
Quick as a wink, on the masquerade queen for a day;
Ribbons of common threads rendezvous in a boogie-woogie
Silver linings revealed by the star struck song and a dance;
Transparent masks of second sight glimpse into common ground
Unveiling tigers of truth not pouncing but purring softly in waltzes -
Vanish the shadows of disagreement – not cutting in on virtuous patience
Whirling in a dance joined by the rhythm of deep agreement where
X marks the spot as inspired ideas rejoice in shared understanding
Yielding precious pearls – treasure of the tender memo received - read and acknowledged -
Zeroing in on Sophia’s masquerade ball.
N/A 6-12-20
Emma Rutledge
1876-1914
Greetings my friends,
From this forgotten frump,
This long-dead girl who now haunts
This yawning ghost garden here.
In life, my tongue tasted many terrible lies;
All just worthless words from men,
Men I’d just as soon see dead
While I was alive still.
Just as soon see them buried deep in the dirt,
One after the other,
Here in these fragrant acres of hard silence.
One might think that a smart girl like me,
Might have learned a thing or two,
While breathing still;
Learned that the proffered promises
Of erstwhile cads about town,
Had as much value and reliability
As a sucking sandpit!
But ladies, pray tell my friends,
You know all too well what I speak of!
We all know of their irresistible charms,
And we all know of their universal mendacity!
Even now, damn them all!
“Stay away from me! Stay away!”
But alas, there is some consolation,
Some slight soulful comfort,
Here in this yawning ghost garden;
Here beyond the spiritual membrane:
They are all sleeping now, sleeping
Sleeping as motionless as bears sleep,
Deep, deep in the icy twilight
Of forgotten existence.
Genie
Feral Child
A victim of severe abuse, neglect
Left alone in social isolation
Subjugated in darkness to reflect
Suffocating ultimate frustration
Internal anguish, no consolation
Father, shamed of my subnormality
Kept me locked away from reality
Thirteen years, strapped into a child’s toilet
Or bound in my crib from humanity
Forbid anyone near and to forget
5/14/2016
for the contest :Sad Dizain
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genie_(feral_child)
Break Time
by Michael R. Burch
for those who lost loved ones on 9-11
Intrude upon my grief; sit; take a spot
of milk to cloud the blackness that you feel;
add artificial sweeteners to conceal
the bitter aftertaste of loss. You’ll heal
if I do not. The coffee’s hot. You speak:
of bundt cakes, polls, the price of eggs. You glance
twice at your watch, cough, look at me askance.
The TV drones oeuvres of high romance
in syncopated lip-synch. Should I feel
the underbelly of Love’s warm Ideal,
its fuzzy-wuzzy tummy, and not reel
toward some dark conclusion? Disappear
to pale, dissolving atoms. Were you here?
I brush you off: like saccharine, like a tear.
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Sometimes when life's a hectic mess and I feel most alone,
And things don't seem to turn out right, my heart feels like a stone,
Buried deep inside my chest and I need consolation,
I have a secret place I go for rest and meditation.
A quiet place where I can go and lay my burdens down,
A place where tension slowly ebbs, lifts pressure from my brow.
My special place is not a room that anyone can enter,
Or follow me intruding on my inner sanctum's center.
I found this place within myself, a strong and sturdy fortress,
Where I can rebuild self esteem and strengthen waning prowess,
To face once more the daily grind, the endless worldly contest,
I sally forth now self assured, I can and will make progress.
abecedarian
Angels announced a special birth:
“Be not afraid!” Born in Bethlehem,
Come and see the Christ child,
Desire of Nations born in David’s town.
Emmanuel means God came to earth,
Favored One, first born of Mary.
“Glory be to God in the highest”
Heaven come down to dwell with men.
Israel’s strength and consolation,
Judah’s Prince of Peace, He was and is...
King of Kings, all-knowing and kind
Lord of Lords, lauded and lavished
Months later by Magi who marched to His star.
Notwithstanding King Herod’s claim, they
Outwitted him and offered Christ presents -
Provisions which paid for passage -
Quick escape to Egypt from the
Retaliation of Herod’s rival schemes.
Some people, sheep with no Shepherd,
Totally reject this account as a theory.
Unbelieving souls and others deny Jesus’
Virgin birth, divesting Him of divinity,
Wonderful Counselor, Wellspring of faith.
X-mas excludes the Christ from Christmas,
Yeshua's miraculous birth, which the
Zeal of Zion’s God accomplished.
written 01 January 2016
ZZZ-001
contest: Writing Challenge 2019 Christmas poems
hostess: Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode.
It was at the final station
The symphony lived and died
Cracked ribs as consolation
Their mercy misapplied
The symphony lived and died
In search of silent, truthful land
Their mercy misapplied
Justice stayed Her honest hand
In search of silent, truthful land
Prayers went up, steadfast and succinct
Justice stayed Her honest hand
With upturned eyes to God, and blinked
Prayers went up, steadfast and succinct
They began to doubt the world of sense
With upturned eyes to God, they blinked
With bated breath held in suspense
They began to doubt the world of sense
Infinite time, space, and distance
With bated breath held in suspense
Saved at Fate’s insistence
There was one in Jerusalem called Simeon
a holy man who was just and devout
full of the holy spirit truly he was
this self same spirit revealed with no doubt
This revelation that Simeon would not see death
till his eyes saw the Lord’s Christ for real
so led by the spirit into the holy temple
where Jesus parents brought Him do the law deal
This God child Simeon held in his arms
giving thanks and blessing God on high
declaring my eyes haqve seen thy salvation
so now to depart in peace to heavenly fly
But before leaving he blessed the couple
saying on the gentiles will shine this light
and bring glory to thy people Israel
Joseph and Mary marveled this was right
So Simeon departed to a better world
having seen such a great salvation
he had met his maker the Lord Christ
having lived submitting to holy devotion
(Now there was a man in Jerusalem, whose name was Simeon, and this man was righteous and devout, waiting for the consolation of Israel, and the Holy Spirit was upon him. And it had been revealed to him by the Holy Spirit that he would not see death before he had seen the Lord's Christ. And he came in the Spirit into the temple, and when the parents brought in the child Jesus, to do for him according to the custom of the Law, he took him up in his arms and blessed God and said,
“Lord, now you are letting your servant depart in peace,
according to your word;
for my eyes have seen your salvation
that you have prepared in the presence of all peoples,
a light for revelation to the Gentiles,
and for glory to your people Israel.”
And his father and his mother marveled at what was said about him. And Simeon blessed them and said to Mary his mother, “Behold, this child is appointed for the fall and rising of many in Israel, and for a sign that is opposed (and a sword will pierce through your own soul also), so that thoughts from many hearts may be revealed.”)
Luke ch. 2 vs. 25-35(ESV)
Transcend the world of darkness, beyond where human senses can go
perceive the existence of this reality, you would otherwise never know
waiting for you is your destiny, preordained, you alone have this control
preparations for the future, by casting off the body, elevating the soul
Transcend all physical boundaries, limitations are a figment of the mind
close your eyes and you'll see, following others is what keeps you blind
achievements are within your abilities, only others try and hold you back
hoping for you to stumble, harboring hidden jealousies, waiting to attack
Transcend the pettiness of an egotistical world, where the center of all is Me
until your life changes, until you become a giver, the truth you will never see
a world without is connected to our world within, bound by words and actions
another paradox of human existence, finding unity among conflicting factions
Transcend the selfishness of your surroundings, none of us are really fully immune
witnessing people with two faces, feigning kindness, wanting us to play their tune
surviving instability of an ever changing world, seek comfort in things of purpose
find consolation in this truth, the world is not what it appears to be on the surface
Transcend the resident evil clouding your thinking, and you'll free yourself to finally live
escaping from those pitfalls of hatred and bigotry, realizing the ultimate good is to give
now having come full circle in your life, you will understand the jewel you have found
spreading goodness to others, with an endless light of happiness, will you be crowned