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The art of thought is our lovemaking connection,
histories a ladder to hypnotic healing, corrections uninvited
to our planet of puzzling passion
where a man and a woman make maps with crayons borrowed
from the cries of curiosity's cravings,
uncaring of the unwanted,
lawless in the laps of circumstance's tracks,
Homer & Tacitus imploring their heros to hush
as we warm arteries with a potion of Poetry unknown 'till now,
a tempest of truth she is to me,
teasing with pause & prance, with virtue & volatility,
with the caution of a Queen & frivolity of airborne feathers,
I did not ask for her, nor wish her to squeeze my heart,
regardless, I am now selfish, hunting for her hints
aspiring for the apple of her knowledge,
for the seed of her permission in my pulse,
I need her to sweat for my sweetness,
my will to hide abolished in the heat she spreads in spades,
I love my poet girl,
sometimes I am sorry for it, always excited by it,
sorriness skipping like a song wandering for a world with no wastings,
believing in beauty because she breathes,
I would tell God to wait so that I may play a moment more
with my poet girl, exchange another story, build another belief,
to bring our fears one step closer to nowhere,
to walk our eyelashes one centimeter nearer to completion's tear,
having our harvest support Heaven's uppermost tier -
J.A.B.
Submerged in a rat race, to keep the number high.
compromised the truth of the Prince of Peace,
imported science, liberalism and other form of philosophies.
to obscure the simplicity of the gospel,
Biblical illiterates lulled men to sleep through fantasy
and indeed,
“Thine enemies roar in the midst of thy congregations;
they set up their ensigns for signs.”
some experts of science,
others chose philosophy for their trade.
A mixture of voodoo and tradition
the babel of our religion,
many inventions and importation
from the world system to soothe men's cravings.
and in our bids to compete and conform
we sent the Master out through the door
and men love it so.
As we are now jesters from the pulpits
The complete gospel now a burden.
Repentance is extinct, righteousness unpalatable,
our churches as club houses where no Bible it taught
with itching ears as congregants
and we were just socializing,
more denominational than divine
secret devotion now archaic,
and the dark kingdom was plotting
as men sopor like captive.
then came corona, as a scourge, trudging the entire universe like a colossus
and men remembered.
that our Master is the master of the wind
but we sent him out long ago.
By a compromised gospel
Food issues bring odd stealth
(not obsessed with broccoli
inexplicable phobia of brussel sprouts)
It's potato chip indulgence
pandemic binge eating
supersedes duty to diet
Label my needs selfish
(after all, self control isn't freedom!)
Existential angst
Potholes of dire health
Craving: Sea salt potato chips
- a tide leaving stretch mark traces
My shadow now Alfred Hitchcock bloated
(abandoning hope of waist line laudable)
Companionship ceded to bulging bags of potato chips
finger tips that weep salt
(I try to brush it off, but succumb:
'JUST LICK IT')
till crumpled bags curl in sighs
Facebook support groups sought ('who else shares my
salted existence?') More sublime than on-line
naughtiness
Conspiracy Theory: junk food sellers wilfully target my email!
You Tube influencers influence, NO - inflame
cravings that boast an 'R' rating
Self Discovery: I can jog and eat salted chips at the same time
Sweat pants absolve my sins, perfect deception
and are dazzlingly stylish
Post pandemic goal: re-locate to the garden
grab an apple
juicy bites
eat indecently
and ignore the snake.
Poem composed: March 6, 2021 (revised May24/21)
Contest entry: Salt
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Never attempting of striking it rich,
whenever my cravings give me another itch,
I'm used to a quite and simple life:
enjoying good food and sharing a coldl glass of wine
when relatives and friends drop by;
why be someone you weren't meant to be?
Any millionaire around the globe,
sipping champagne desiring what I love?
With my beach cap pulled down,
so that my short hair doesn't sizzle and change color,
as my light skin turns to a golden tan;
yes, I thank God for a breeze cooler than a fan!
Whole afternoons are spend on this pristine beach,
with a waterfront that a Californian will envy,
to melt away that old cliche' of vanity;
come down here...the East Coast is a wonderful shore!
Low class, middle class and the upper one,
all share this unquenchable feeling,
to lay on the salty sand and begin to dream;
Am I talking non-sense or tackling the zest for living...
that this society has been unawarely denying??
Striking it rich is a temporary fancy,
imagining the possessions money will buy,
and many untaught temptations will materialize;
some will die by snorting deadly coke,
others squandering it on mistresses and hookers...
God, how the human spirit is corrupt and consumed by lurid
and unhealthy desires that once were out of reach!
And hopefully someone will ponder this,
to wake up to this gruesome, and parlous reality
and spend his or her fortunes wisely!
What good people will do for the betterment of the deprived ones?
First give them love from the heart, then help them financially...
that's the smart way caring, of planning to strike it rich;
what's the use of looking at your glittering gold,
and not giveit away to help anyone whose thirst and hunger
show in the sunken eyes...waiting for someone to feed their bellies!
If I ever stroke it rich, I wouldn't be here enjoying this sunshine,
but I'll get out there and search for the needy and helpless ones,
and stop the selfishness and madness that money provides;
if I share my good fortune with them, others will follow my example,
and a real change will take place...no poverty everywhere in our world!
Follow me, and search for everyone alive...to give them back their precious life!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Line of inquiry:
"betwixt the pulse of our heartbeat
simply present, head-heart linking
dwelling in time stretched blissful peace
awareness became unblinking"
Weary from everyday stress and strife,
I pleaded for deliverance and guidance.
When cares surrounded me and as I thought
I was plunging into an abysmal pit,
I tried to claw my way up the walls
That hemmed me in, struggling to reach the light.
Between gleams of joy and bursts of doubt,
My thoughts oscillated like the swings of a pendulum.
No feelings staying permanent nor any mood constant,
They kept coming in ceaseless ebb and flow.
When I stayed thus in confusion,
Someone whispered to me and I heard it distinct;
“You must travel inward into the boundless terrain
Of consciousness, into the seclusion of your heart”
I spent some time directing my mind,
Away from the din of the world
And the cravings of the body,
Away from the dictates of my brain
In complete silence, flogging my ego,
And trying to cleanse the stains of guilt
To be in love with love,
To find some peace and to the possibility,
Of bringing a head- heart linkage.
Underneath my vexing thoughts,
I suddenly found answers which lay in ambush;
Which my brain could never find.
When probed deep into the depths of my heart,
I got answers that took my breath away.
I saw truths so profound offering me instant relief,
And my soul lifted upwards without any push.
As heated water evanesces in to vapor to billow upward
I then let my past woes evaporize and disappear.
I knew I was with peace blest and to pure heaven,
My soul ascended and bright sunshine filled my soul.
Now this prayer always rises from my heart;
'Teach me to remain patient and forever strong
To stay calm under all trials and every provocation
And fill my heart with love and kindness,
Animating my soul with innate vibrance!'
we notice that head and heart stand apart
so we oft need to employ subterfuge
but when with cravings of ego we part
consciousness takes a leap and it is huge
flowing in witness mode on heart no load
fickle fate that unfolds is but a dream
which impacts us not in the heart abode
distanced from thoughts which from lower mind stream
recognising we’re spirit not this form
we view body-mind as a car we drive
in life centred in stillness through each storm
that thus doing so soul’s light we revive
no longer are we by thought forms decoyed ~
in blissful rapture we dance in the void
I’m just a Jolly Rancher and my land
is all I have. There is no shopping Spree
that I can give you, nor 100 Grand.
I’d love to give you all the Galaxy,
but for Now and Later, I’m just a man -
a Chunky Butterfinger, that is me,
but with each Rocky Road, I know I can
provide what’s most important, and that’s love.
The man most qualified, Bar None, am I,
to satisfy your cravings, my sweet Dove,
No Snickers, please. I’m easy to make cry!
Your Mr. Good Bar I will be. Oh, please
say yes, so I can get off my sore knees!
Oct. 4, 2018 for Carol Connell's How Sweet It Is Poetry Contest
February 16 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 11-13
Key Verse – Numbers 11:2 And the people cried unto Moses; and when Moses prayed unto the LORD, the fire was quenched.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO QUENCHES
SIN-CAUSED FIRE OF DISPLEASURE
Praise be to God for quenching fire of displeasure caused
by sin when we pray for His pardon, confessing our:
Frustration out of discontentment
Failure out of disobedience
Fear out of doubt
Faithlessness out of disgust
Futility out of defiance
Numbers 12:9 Praise be to the Lord Who
warns us against kindling His anger with our:
Complaints of fervent murmurings
Clamor for fleshly matters
Cry of cravings that forget His miracles
Call with false motives
Criticisms despite His mercy’s magnificence
Numbers 13:2-3 Praise be to the Saviour for sending us
to do His will with His commandments while:
Staying in His promised land of victory
Seeking His purposeful leading against vanity
Spying out against deceit by His wisdom and valour
Strengthening faith through His Word of powerful virtues
Standing upon His truth of Scriptural doctrines and Biblical values. Amen!
February 16, 2024
“Say Cheese!!!” evokes smile’s spontaneity
Captured in photographs, proving joy’s certainty
Highlighting mirth’s contagious activity
Showcasing bliss-laughter’s beauty
Vanquishing gloom and despair of self-pity.
“Oh Cheese!!!” Such is utterance of delight
While captivated by awesome Cheddar’s sight
Or fascinated by Parmesan’s color of yellow so bright
Along homemade carabao-yield, flawlessly white
Inviting pleasant cravings, gracious for healthy appetite.
“Wow Cheese!!!” Grateful expression of contentment
In crunching cheesy food around bonding engagement
With sumptuous, delectable cheese-festive excitement
Of viands … mixed, topped and whipped with cheesy merriment
Bringing thumbs-up approval upon jubilant burp-fulfillment.
“Share Cheese!!!” That’s a commendable giving gesture
As blessed by God for reaching-out venture
Correcting selfishness and gluttony’s posture
So others can taste goodness of cheesy provisions’ pasture
Toward thanksgiving* to the cheese-Source Who does nurture.
*1Timothy 4:4 For every creature of God is good, and nothing to be refused, if it be received with thanksgiving.
November 16, 2018
8th place, "Write a Poem About Cheese" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Barry Stebbings; judged on 11/22/2018.
10th place, "The Cheese Wars" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Matt Caliri; judged on 9/1/2024.
In evening eyes an ember’s gleam I see
emotions ripple from your depths and spread
across your surface known to be glassy
are ripened waves of passion crashing red
Now crocus of your crave in bloom and flare
on bed of saffron petals - spice we seize
in festival of lust on my skin bare
a thousand tingles mingle pleasures tease
Your lips brush mine with strawberry caress
then kiss me deep your tongue unties my lace
I open up to you and your finesse
we toast with our champagne in love’s embrace
As ravishment reflects epiphany
amour I see through rosy tiffany
Susan Ashley
March 17, 2018