Long Descension Poems
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In the beginning ...," roosts;
Christians and Jewish boosts.
Hubs stretched out their ellipsed
rung, un-Earth cures eclipsed
space; science clues darkling,
emerging as sparkling.
Up and down, primordial
chains--retards cordial.
Time slot checking briefly
when brain cells claim chiefly.
Focused an analyst
review a panelist,
truth and not devious;
now, post-, and previous.
Be of good health, nourish,
mindful, and to flourish
together ... we harness
our outreached true farness.
Constants are the scatheful,
equaled by the faithful ...
life marks trails that puncture
time cross-over juncture.
Naysayers, "That's crackpot!"
Truth smiles at the jackpot
as hopes, a bit mournful
of those fiercely scornful
Truth be told--mortified,
unseat those fortified,
advent-relegating
actions delegating,
doting are distinguished
evil hailed extinguished,
sage passage dutiful,
heart imparts beautiful.
Gauging your fealty
accents self-realty ...
descension diminished;
exalted goals finished.
Daily scriptures strengthen,
understanding lengthen
all regenerated
by the venerated.
A righteous behavior,
prophets teach, a savior ...
of a lost lamb was--not,
for The Shepherd does--not,
hence, Heaven will cherish,
hell reroutes won't perish,
reborn renews brilliance,
transforming resilience.
Through twilight veils, where echoes rise/
The hollow spheres in shadow thrive/
Unholy husks, where echoes moan/
A broken mirror, void and throne/
1) Thaumiel: Twin God's Divide
A realm where power splits its core/
Opposing forces wage war/
Not unity but sundered might/
A dance of fire and endless night/
2) Chaigidel: Confusion's Crown
A tangled mind, a frenzied tide/
Where reason bends and fears collide/
Deception's whisper twist the air/
All sense dissolves to bleak despair/
3) Satariel: Veil of Unknowing
A cloak of mist where truths decay/
Horizon lost, no guiding ray/
The seeking soul is left in flight/
Blindfolded in eternal night/
4) Ghagiel: Mechanized Thought
Where wisdom rusts and circuits hum/
A hollow throne where silence drums/
No heart within, just gears that grind/
A kingdom built by soulless mind/
5) Thagirion: Wrath's Dominion
The blaze of rage, the tyrant's hand/
A firestorm scorches through the land/
No justice found, no mercy sown/
Only the weight of iron and stone/
6) Golachab: Unbridled Fury
A furnace forged with seething ire/
The reckless blade, the vengeful pyre/
No reason here, just burning need/
To scorch, to rend, to watch them bleed/
7) Gamaliel: Illusion's Lust
A siren's call, a lover's sigh/
A dream that unfolds into a lie/
Delight decays, replaced by thirst/
Where beauty blooms and falls to curse/
8) Nahemoth: Earth's Rejects
The shattered roots of dust and bone/
Where life unravels, left alone/
The crawling things, the twisted spawn/
Their kingdom thrives beyond the dawn/
The twelve descend the gate/
A spiral song of hollow fate/
The shadows stretch, the echoes call/
The Qliphoth rise, the heavens fall/
" To act in a play in front of an empty theatre, surely does not evoke one's greatest performance. Human contact is imperative " ~~The Returning Poet~~
On a silken thread a purpose to be.
A woven tapestry, a prediction I see.
Declaration a pragmatist I am.
incandescent solitary ram,
Paramount core tenet is faith.
Soaring in space apparition or wraith.
In any dream unlike a lucid vision.
Trusting friendship, a provision.
Chilling icicles of Manifestation,
Earthliness all one in any nation.
Found redundant in a moral maze.
Softly threaded through a dusty haze.
Salvation looms with no ivory tower.
Almighty essence of purpose & power.
Endow feeling straight from the heart
Countenance of friendships to start.
Pen to paper a need to belong.
Brush strokes never herald a swan song.
Innocence waiting not only for youth.
Steadfastly creating reality’s truth.
Life’s bouquet of a supportive forum.
Eloquent need for human decorum.
Secretive caverns, discrete Realms.
The depth of intrigue overwhelms.
Endangered ethics and morality.
Cosmic thoughts is it just formality?
Slivers of astral body in dreams.
Anodized pearls are the way it seems.
Obligatory, goodness explained.
No thought should be contained.
Fireflies flickering & transcending.
Belongingness never ending.
Positive energy and human need.
Faith desirable caution heed.
Human hearts fired support desired.
A oneness of minds souls conspired.
Connection of all human nature abide.
Wish peace whether or not on your side
Explaining human mortality.
Dripping with Instinct mentality,
Metaphysical dimensions,
Without human existence descension.
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Autumn's Wink at Winter
Stares at the glit of a harvested moon,
felicitous sways northernly o'er ripen earth,
divorcing neath horizon's haulage.
Rises the yam sun that courses a forenoon cast,
towering mist espoused crusted loam and verdurous life,
progresses towards insignificance.
Abandon lofty leafy legions,
descension in crumpled layers,
... of impaled saffron petals,
... of lain chartreuse fronds.
Strewn against a capricious path,
the weight of feet crinkles crispy snaps to arouse the quietude,
echoes summons a dusty field in white,
ebbing the tides of a wintry breath.
Afar strewed a few sunflowers to escort its mentored sun,
ere setting to their eastward repose position.
Brisk breeze encounters a trial,
a crafted shawl snuggly wraps,
homeward bound via hot cider,
a lit fireplace as a book is read.
A forested cabin well-engaged boast outwardly entertained,
prominence forestalls in burgundy, copper, and blonde,
snowflakes tenderly smooch the befallen perianths,
forgivingly melts to the usual taste of Autumn.
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (Apr 15)
~~Brian Strand
*1st Place*
Still-Life Autumn
~~Eve Roper
*My submitted Free Verse has been a prior winner that I had written on 2020 October 22
One day just like that she began. A little smudge no bigger than God's thumb.
Forgetting old bones and scarred memories she was born one early March.
A lion in a baby carriage roaring and carrying on as if she had just been
flapped to the moon. The old perambulator squeaked as two strong hands
clutched the bar and rocked up and down. Moms cherry red lips whispered
in the winter wind as the snow fell softly all around.
The angels created origami wings and fluttering them around her
like white sail boat masts, entertained her to no end as the sun
shone down with all its strength.
Was the world ready for a super-girl filled with superpowers of delusional dimensions? Where they ready for her free-will descension?
The Earth winked at the stars and the sun cradled the moon. V was propelled to a palladium planet by an introspective God who watched from heaven's big screen as a tiny by-product of a dismantled placenta, a backlash of an Infinite Spirit's creation, a clairvoyant child with a good dose of E.S.P. , was suddenly back on Planet B .
God rolling up the parchment scroll gave out a sigh of relief.
It took as many years for her to mature as a fig on a southern tree.
But grow up she did and oh the things she achieved, who knew ?
to be continued...
Deeply immersed in my thoughts thinking about
the depth of my emotions,
shallow notions emerge to the surface to breathe, but
quickly disperse
My verses are for elastic minds that are able to form
solid opinions,
as the battle between words are intense & deeper
than oceans
The nature of life weighs heavily on my mind as I scale
subjects that are out of the norm,
but social norms continue to intrude taking shape
in many forms
Society's minions deeply engrossed in their servitude,
offer their services in the form of empty words,
but I'm not interested in comprehending these verbs
All talk & no action is what my mind tells me while I
watch hollow promises be rescinded,
as the world slips further into descension
This dimension is odd & in my search for even planes,
I've found the numbers don't add up, but how do I
validate those claims?
The value of sold dreams remains to be seen, but I'm
done looking toward consuming more lies
& as the tithes add up we're just fed more lies
If honesty is the best policy, why is it so hard to shine
the light of truth
when illumination should be one of the goals we teach
to our youth?
Truth is a universal language but it's controversial
& most stay in the box
until the ropes of denial come full circle & ties
An extension of my arm looks her direction
To ask: take me by the hand nervously
Every moment feels like the first day with you
When she takes my hand, I can feel the love branches of her neurons connecting to the roots of my soul
Walking in the park but the sensation transports me to the streets paved with gold
Under the canopy of cherry blossom tears
Clouds aren't soft enough for soles that follow the path of souls directly directed by the depths of a strong mentality
Caressed by the warmth of peace followed by the first sip of tea
A calming river with conversation that holds me gently
Floating in existence
Holding her hand feels perfect the way the groves of my fingerprint fit in the mountains of your grip
All of the sudden the mountains I climb turn into a hill
Holding her hand is the embrace of arms tightly squeezing questions away
Holding her hand is to make a moment into 24 hours of bliss
However, perfection cannot blink without the open eyes of imperfection
Heightened senses hear the descension of a leaf
Her hand let's go for a moment so brief
Hills became mountains of negative emotion ready to reap destruction
The warmth began to become a fire
Then her hand returned home
p.s. I'm holding safety again...
pearlescent, our ivory eyes met
cascading curtain limbs concealing
irises entwined in the deep unknown
like forest roots creeping
cryptic cedarwood cologne
fused with ravenous rose perfume
blending in every crevice
the weeping cherry's spread-
a bedroom of petals
nature's chandelier dimmed
butterscotch disk slipping
as eventide crimped
rim of vermillion pressing
upon confection skin
deepening aegean
with intensifying connection
plumb descension of melting heat
hastening each heartbeat
thumping to the thrum of feral beasts
arising for their woodland feast...
a barge of howling surrounding ebony
ecstasy's reach
cherry's tang on tantalizing tongues
hung like the moon
ripe with enticement
gliding with pearlescence
3/24/2021
Eight word Bardenesque challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
1. PEARLESCENT
2. HOWLING
3. THRUM
4. TANG
5. EVENTIDE
6. PLUMB
7. CRIMPED
8. FERAL
Be faithful through hardship
Bite the bullet and get a grip
Be faithful through hardship
Be fearless in times of trouble
Be not doubtful and be hopeful
Have happiness, you mournful soul
We may go through tribulations
That get us frustrated and hurt
But, know that you are stronger
Than you realize – hold on a little longer
God is the God of redemption
God is not the God of corruption
God gives me emotional ascension
Not to mention a lack of descension
Be joyous and cheerful
During rough hardships as a whole
God's spirit is bountiful
It renews our lovely, radiant soul
Deliver your spirit from all sorts of harm
God is there always to keep you so warm
We all go through terribly horrid circumstances
Enhance encouragement in your remembrances
Wondrous sensations are felt wholeheartedly
Be faithful through hardship…unconditionally
Angels are almost silent
Subtle
treadbare steppers
subliminal stalkers
determinedly quiet
except at choir
a pair of cherubic hums
can equivalate
to the drones
of a billion bees.
Can you separate
the noises
of bouncing sparrows
on wet sands,
from belly-down
thin-skinned slitherers
roaming in beds of grass -
obscenely dense,
from burglarizing ants at a picnic party?
Angels are seen
since they come to visit.
Unannounced,
but friendly faces
beaconing
like lighthouses.
Their halogen coronets
fulgurate and exorcise
diabolical agency.
Other angels may be noticed.
An invasive host
shod in threatening boots
dangling peace and safety
but entangling angles
strangle.
Hopes
course
in descension:
brambles
boulders
ports of fire.