Long Contrast Poems
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They said I was too much of night,
too shadowed, dense, and undefined,
as if my darkness dimmed their light—
but they were cosmically blind:
the void is where the stars are signed.
I claim my kinship with the black
that holds a thousand galaxies,
the velvet background, deep and slack,
that makes each burning point a key—
without me, what would bright things be?
The Hubble aimed where nothing showed,
where emptiness seemed absolute,
and found that darkness overflowed
with ancient light en route—
I am the fertile, the hirsute.
They wanted me diluted, bland,
a paleness easy on the eye,
but I’m the space that helps stars stand,
the contrast painting sky—
the canvas every light needs by.
So let them flinch from what I hold:
this body born of cosmic dust,
this skin like space, alive and old,
this darkness they’ve discussed—
I am the frame that beauty must.
Look long enough into my empty—
you’ll see I’m full of galaxies.
Light and darkness clearly opposites
within two spiritual realms
such contrast between the two
split down the middle to be true
There's no truth like God's truth
for it rules with authority divine
look out to see its shining light
so clear being from the vine
This world loves to tell lies
sinfulness brings utter disgrace
which ultimately means death
guilty the verdict on their case
Spiritual vision required so much
seeing eternally for God's glory
God's gift of imputed righteousness
makes salvation a wondrous story
Spiritual darkness comes pitch black
blotting out any light there at all
the arch-enemy loves to keep us dark
full of evil that results in the fall
("Beloved, I am writing you no new commandment, but an old commandment that you had from the beginning. The old commandment is the word that you have heard. At the same time, it is a new commandment that I am writing to you, which is true in him and in you, because the darkness is passing away and the true light is already shining. Whoever says he is in the light and hates his brother is still in darkness. Whoever loves his brother abides in the light, and in him there is no cause for stumbling. But whoever hates his brother is in the darkness and walks in the darkness, and does not know where he is going, because the darkness has blinded his eyes.")
1 John 2: 7-11 ESV
The smiling loch gives a welcome
Along with the vigorous pine,
Time to recharge the soul
And smell the coffee on the Isle of Skye.
Misty mountains of mystery
Are a drug with a natural high,
And offer more to discover
Sipping coffee on the Isle of Skye.
The landscape changes each minute
As clouds give way to the shine,
As the sun whispers the invite
Smell the coffee on the Isle of Skye.
White washed homes contrast colour
Of illuminous mountain sides,
That greet the Cali ferries,
And bring life to the Isle of Skye.
You can almost touch the mountains
As you're touched by the Western Isles,
Three dimensions experienced, while
Sipping coffee on the Isle of Skye.
But the likeness of God in nature
Stirs the fourth dimension inside,
Marries the natural and spiritual, while
Smelling the coffee on the Isle of Skye.
Chaos theory must answer
To the Western Island design,
A place too wonderful for me
While smelling coffee on the Isle of Skye.
The Gaelic heart of Scotland
Melts into the core of mine,
As the wide-eyed little boy
Smells the coffee on the Isle of Sky.
You are a piece of things you read,
The TV you watch.
You are the words you speak and
Your thoughts.
You are a sum of the music you hear,
The people you meet.
You are electrical impulses and
A heartbeat.
You are conversations you have,
The dreams you dream.
You are the mountains, valleys
And streams.
You are a piece of what you get from
Each of these.
You get in life there are no such thing
As guarantees.
You are the wind that blows and the
Sound of the ocean.
You are thoughts, words, actions
And a new notion.
You are the brightest light in the
Darkest place.
You are a puzzled look and a
Poker face.
You are a mixture of experience
And emotion.
You are the tears you cry and words
unspoken.
You are a vast sea of knowledge
And existence.
You are close by and you are the
Distance.
You are a contrast of family, friends
And lovers.
You are unique and a mixture of
Many colors.
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Before her glassy eyes, crystal bubbles seem
to strangely dance.
Slipping down into the water as deeply as she can,
she revels in the liquid warmth enwrapping her.
Such contrast this is to the crispness of the air around her!
Before running her bath, she felt compelled
to turn off all the heat in the house.
Now she reaches for her glass on the edge of the tub.
Bringing it to her lips, she savors one last time the wine,
her one small taste of "heaven"
from the bottle now lying nearly empty
where it spilled out to wet the floor’s cold tiles.
Very relaxed, she sets the glass back down beside her.
It topples over. The woman hears it shatter. . . yet she lies still.
Intoxicated (as was her plan),
she lays the sharp edge of a razor blade against her wrist.
Making sure to clutch it well,
she slices through veins but feels no pain.
Then the other side. . . Red fluid threads
stream among the fading fizz (all that now remains of the dancing bubbles).
And as she drifts off into numbing unconsciousness,
it dawns on her that her tub has somehow become unplugged!
She is too lightheaded. . . too feeble now to move.
The heated fragrant water slowly and steadily subsides.
A sharp chill invades her body.
With her final breaths, the woman thinks of how her one last plan -
to be discovered immersed completely in water -
has ended up just like every other messed up thing she ever did
and how her plan,
like the water of her "perfect" bath,
has just
gone
down
the damn
proverbial
drain.
7/7/13
“MARRY ME” JITTERS
One thought prevails throughout David’s day
He racks his brain as to how he will say,
This important piece of news which repeats in
His mind like a rhyme,
He knows he must get it right, he is running,
Out of time!
David was a typical nerd, and was on a quest,
To find
Words that were passionate, daring yet gentle,
And kind,
He hoped they would not come out as ridiculous
Or sublime,
For the line between the two was extremely
Fine!
David suddenly had an incredible surge, and with
It ,a revelation,
That could satisfy his constant quest for his
Wedding speech, this really was a wow stimulation,
Thank goodness, for he was beginning to believe,
His brain was going into hibernation!
As the heart and the brain are one,
The heart realized,
That David needed help, and jumped
To his aid and pumped,
Blood to his brain which surged at not one,
But two and half times more than it should!
David was on a high anyone would.
With adrenaline pumping,
And his heart and brain thumping,
He thought of a perfect speech
And let out a heartfelt screech!
His heart had given his brain a much
Needed energy drink,
Which allowed David to discover new
Dimensions within which he could think.
At this moment he was so hyped up, he needed
To not stress for a while,
And be spaced out for an hour or two, in an
Alice in Wonderland style.
But for this to happen he was given a
Half a Valium dose,
By late afternoon, David would be
Prepared to propose,
He woke up chilled out,
And so ready to sprout
To the life- long love of his life, Alice,
Who was pretty, gregarious and small.
As they stood on the bottom stair,
Of the Reception Hall,
They looked quite a special pair,
For David in contrast was plump, not handsome
And not tall.
David presented a perfect speech that night,
He was married to Alice his darling wife,
And everything turned out absolutely right!
Red white and blue exploding in the sky
Veterans hiding in their houses, not being able to stand it
Dogs barking their disapproval as their ears hurt badly
New lovers on blankets in the park, feeling validated
Veterans hiding in their houses, not being able to stand it
Fourth of July fireworks a stress to their PSTD for sure
New lovers on blankets in the park, feeling validated
Such a contrast of feelings every Independence Day
Fourth of July fireworks a stress to their PSTD for sure
Dogs barking their disapproval as their ears hurt badly
Such a contrast of feelings every Independence Day
Red white and blue exploding in the sky
Butterflies, taking to the air,
morphs into a joyous affair.
For it means Spring is here at last,
for the wildflowers are in bloom.
Weaving beauty on Nature's loom,
Spring's transition approaches fast.
While sunlight glistens off the leaves
atop the canopies of trees;
green gives an emerald contrast
to cloudless cerulean skies.
For when Winter says its goodbyes,
Spring's arrival is unsurpassed.
Butterflies, taking to the air,
carry Spring's message everywhere.
While salmon swim, fast-flowing streams,
and wild roses waft sweet perfume.
Nectar flows for bees to consume
as a splendiferous sun; beams.
And songbirds sing twittering tunes,
whiling away warm afternoons.
Frustrated with Winter's extremes;
children gather outdoors to play,
enjoying every gorgeous day;
for there's nothing like Spring, it seems.
Chrysalides are magic things;
wherein caterpillars swap legs
for beautiful butterfly wings.
I claim a sit-spot
in a wildlife sanctuaried forest
just beyond my backyard,
And cycle there
while seeking a primary distinction
between sexual and sensual feelings
filters
frames,
Already peddling toward suggestions
my motivations for this direction
could be impure,
prurient,
certainly less than perfection,
But,
I am not right-brain deterred,
This forest is my familiar territory
where fools
and wise men
fear to tread
on resonant ecofeminists.
When seeking
imagining
experiencing
remembering sexual possibilities
and impossibilities,
attractions
and distractions
and unattractiveness
along my recycling way,
these remain ego-centered
self-serving
egotistic patriarchal,
left-brain economic-politically strategic,
monoculturing further dominance.
Sensuality
is more interdependent,
co-relational,
co-empathic
co-passioning
integral
intimate awareness
of external mind touch
with internal heart feelings,
heart-pumping uphill
and soul-relaxing downhill,
inhilling
and exhilling.
Waves of contrast
speak of comparative dipolar motivators
more longterm both/and satisfying sensuality,
Contradicted
against shorterm dualistic urgency
for my immediate sexual release,
my internal-only organic polyvagal climax
quickly moving from transcendent forest life
to demi-segregating death,
And then riding on in
and out
to reconnect with my ego/eco sit-spot
with embodied sensual narrative
of this one sacred/sexual life
living polypathically
lived rememory
reliving naked forest life
hopefully again
and recycling pleasure seating again.
Practice makes perfect,
so our great everyday pilgrimage teachers
messiahs
boddhisattvas,
ecofeminists one and all,
say
and do,
ride
and walk
and talk
with integrity's most resilient sexual/sensual/spiritual
reforesting win/win public/private wealth
reassur-dance
transcendent/intimate
global/local health potential.
G-od's voice is calling,
E-very word one must heed;
L-ord's talk is a counsel,
M-essage that helps one
I-n need.
L-isten to God Almighty,
I-nstead of turning a deaf ear;
B-elieve in what He says,
E-ven if it may drop a tear.
R-adio is an instrument,
T-elevision is effective too;
Y-es, either on air or online, news of salvation is true.
M-en from all walks of life
A-re gathered together;
R-eady to pay attention,
Q-uesting for the loving Father.
U-nder the heaven above,
E-vangelical mission is a success;
T-riumphant and noble work
A-bout salvation leads to happiness.
M-outh of God tells the truth,
I-n contrast with the devil's lies;
R-emain solid in the faith,
A-nswering Him in the skies.
N-o sound can you hear,
D-ay twelve in June morning;
A-ll messages are clear, God's voice is calling.