Long Deafness Poems
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Jesus
Shepherd of my fugitive spirit shower “grace,”
Emmanuel’s “joy” to hollow “life” in “holy” art,
As nail scarred hands I adore in tender embrace.
Selfless servant your signature of “faith” impart,
Word, as Judah’s Lion enfold this thirsting deer
To caress my uncircumcised and rowdy heart.
I sink into profound omnipotence -“love” so near,
Anointed “hope,” slow to anger, flows stellar
Pure compassion heals blind deafness -miracles clear
Crucified gentle dove reconcile my residue of scars -
In nascent dawns dedicated to the living Daystar.
6-9-21
Contest: Jesus
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Prompt words
Holy, hope, life, joy, grace, love, faith
6-8-21
Contest: Jesus
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Couldn’t get bold or italics to work so I put the prompt words in parentheses.
Can anyone open windows
to let some fresh air in...
when pollution smears smog
on glass, frame and window-pans?
Hear the loud bark of a frustrated dog
that sees no light but feels pain?
Tremors make the walls shake
as fast trains speed through dark tunnels,
that's when residents like to pull the emergency brake
to stop the noise and stay focus on their thoughts.
What price will they pay: lung cancer, asthma or deafness?
City Hall isn't trying harder or couldn't care less...
as long as profits are made and taxes are collected?
Have some of you put in a complaint and been neglected?
Many were raised here and will die here before the problems are corrected,
will their children suffer as they have and realize that living in this city is pure hell?
For their own sake, not for ours...an immediate response is required;
who wants to live in a city such as this and rely on a system that's so frail?
the time will arrive when the upcoming
will be on the verge of present to past
my bones may creak under pressure of life
an ageing mind will be under threat of extinction
epitaphs may cast inevitable shadows
a fountain will struggle at the source
still willing existence into essence
but the ink in the pot viscously drained
note to Self is to scrape gracefully at
the barrel’s bottom to reach new heights
to shelter my own voice from blindsight
deafness of vision and to accept the light
of contentment with a shaky quill in my hand
only when my last word has been scripted
with everything said and no deed to be done
the flow of reason and feeling exhausted
and the reaper close to harvest and home
will I take the terminal bow and final good-bye
and accept that it will not be up to me any longer
to look after the worth of what future there is
02nd October 2021
I AM DEAD BECAUSE I FEEL SO!
I lay wrinkled and knotted, trying to iron my crumpled self...
Vibrating with those ugly, gruesome resonances, I relive those horrors each day.
I AM DEAD BECAUSE I FEEL SO!
I walk yet I feel crippled...................
I can see my inner self but why do I feel blind.............
I can hear my internal sobs, but deafness seems like myself...................
I am not dumb but where my laughter is lost, I am not sure.................
I AM DEAD BECAUSE I FEEL SO!
What was it that caused this ABUSE, I try to reason out?
Perhaps my silly heart or my funny face..............
Maybe my ugly hand or my miserable mind..................
I AM DEAD BECAUSE I FEEL SO!
It was the depth of that ABUSE that set my soul to choke into breathlessness!
I AM DEAD BECAUSE I FEEL SO!
I know the way you feed
your wife and children.
I see you asleep at daytime
as though it were night.
The bamboo floor
complains about your
body weight and
length of unconsciousness.
You move and change
position to achieve
the most comfortable
stance, and the kubo (hut)
you have built for your
family shakes, and the
loosely fastened or nailed
structures creak, and
it irritates the lizards
adopted by your
hospitable house.
The vacant, fertile backyard
shouts to waken,
but you are deaf.
The tansan (bottle cap) of newly
opened liquor of your
neighbor falls and
touches the ground and
clangs and, now,
cures your unique deafness
and wakes you up.
Your kumpare (male friend) invites you
for "one shot,"
but you violate some
math rules and
equate one shot
to two cuatro-cantos (gin).
You come home
zigzagging, uttering
words not found
in your undrunk vocabulary.
Before the door
you throw up and
feed the dogs
with your delicious pulutan (viand).
Your hungry wife
screams in anger
and sets innocent, empty
kalderos (cooking pot) in flight.
May 20 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 35-36
Key Verse – 2Chronicles 35:16 So all the service of the LORD was prepared the same day, to keep the passover, and to offer burnt offerings upon the altar of the LORD, according to the commandment of king Josiah.
HEART THAT PREPARES FOR THE SERVICE OF THE LORD
Our heart prepares for the service of the Lord as we rejoice in His salvation
Against backsliding brought by sins’ abomination---
We praise Him and His gracious compassion
Over our worldly negotiation, causing transgression.
Our heart prepares for the service of the Lord as we dwell in His perfect will
Against rebelling so that His assigned mission we can fulfill---
We exalt Him and His redeeming ransom-bill
Over our captured being that was freed by His sacrifice at Calvary’s hill.
Our heart prepares for the service of the Lord as we go toward His righteousness
Against treading upon filthiness that brings spiritual weariness---
We cleave to Him and His sanctifying truthfulness
Over our bad attitudes needing His power of holiness.
Our heart prepares for the service of the Lord as we hearken to His voice
Against scorning His instructions with arrogant poise---
We seek Him and His wisdom devoid of humanistic noise
Over our foolish deafness as He guards our choice.
Our heart prepares for the service of the Lord as we glorify His name
Against taunting mockery of ignorance-flame---
We rely in Him and His steadfast trustworthiness-frame
Over our fear-filled doubts to vanquish timidity of a coward shame.
Our heart prepares for the service of the Lord as we cling to His deliverance
Against attacking troubles with afflicting appearance---
We depend on Him and His wondrous assurance
Over our loathsome pride that should bow to humility’s forbearance.
Our heart prepares for the service of the Lord as we grow in His grace
Against staying immature along our selfish ways---
We abide in Him and in His Word through all our days
Over our insecurity while He assures our victory in running the Christian race.
May 20, 2026
Are you there God
As my faith dwindles
I ask myself
Is there any God ?
Ever since I was a child
you stood beside me,
A perception I was safe
constantly prevailed,
More of joys
some bitter memories,
Fabulous successes
fractional failures,
I felt grateful
nurtured the trust,
Every time I closed my eyes
I could feel you within.
What if I am a grown up?
You see me in tears
and don't console,
You just ignore
as my heart bleeds,
Wounds on my soul
now don't heal,
Embers of desires
simmer and eat my pride,
Deafness you pretend
and refuse to take me back.
Have you abandoned me ?
Are you there God ?
Written Oct 15th, 2015
For contest by Silent one
Awarded 4th place win
Now entered for "premiere contest number 14" by SKAT A
When ideas are locked in a cage,
The bot frees poetry of its rage,
Like analgesics on a fresh wound—
A turbulent sea where pains are drowned.
The goal’s not to write, but to refine,
To make each rhythm, form, and word align;
Quick to shape poems to perfection,
Bringing finesse to art’s reflection.
Yet its pen drips with glib emotion,
It revels in stale, putrid notions,
It loots old clichés in broad daylight,
With its spies embedded on every site.
It hums in all ears with tone-deafness,
For its inkwell is void of freshness;
From the poems of the past it steals,
And copyright claims trail its cold heels.
Far better—a creative ally,
With clear, firm bounds to which all comply—
Than crowned as a human replacement,
Or seeking the poet’s mind displacement.
Drowning in the depths of despair
Their waves of guilt and impotence
Thundering through his brain
The roar drowning out
The anguished pleas
Of family and friends.
Trapped within the unscalable heights
Of torment
Walls rendered impenetrable
By his tortured deafness
His mind thrashed
For a way of escape.
Born of the gilded generation
This doomed Icarian youth
Lured by the amber flame of a vitreous sun
And beaten down by mental strain
Listened for the approaching whistle
And stepped lightly into the void.
The windscreen thump
The driver's startled and pallid face
The screech of brakes
The acrid stench of scorching flesh
And the line at a standstill.
Once the wreckage was cleared
Left behind were the wounds
Lightly to crust over
But beneath, the ever gaping wound
That will never heal.
Just graze the surface
And the pain and questions
Come flooding back.
My eyes are shut
I see darkness
Yet the blackness
Dances in the light
Just the tittle I am
Screaming getting
My mouth is shut
The silence tickles my throat
I am muted I can't hear myself
Yet I talk as I stand versed allotted
In this position vertical I rise I lift my eyes
I lift my voice I lift my arms and hands
Praising to the Almighty and in this present tense
Vertical I stand and in this presence tense I stand
Vertical tall as the tree no one comes to me
I hover over the masses I react showing the dancers
My feet are moving yet firmly planted on the ground
And the blackness of the light that shines in the deafness
Of my mouth that verses the screams in silence I stand quietly
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