Long Descension Poems
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on one accord everyone in this sacred room
on one accord even those
who are watching on Zoom
on one accord on this Pentecost Sunday
In the presence of the Lord God,
we worship and pray
It matters not who's preaching
It matters not who's teaching
as long as the Holy Spirit is reaching
and the power of God is unleashing
on one Accord, Jesus came to extend
a helping hand
to express the Beatitudes
and tell of His Father's plan
on one accord, Jesus had a purpose and a mission
to save lost souls as He advanced
the Great Commission
It matters not who's preaching
It matters not who's teaching
as long as the Holy Spirit is reaching
and the power of God is unleashing
the descension of the Holy Spirit
on the disciples of Christ
became the birth of the Christian church
a godly invite
and in recognition of the gift of the Spirit
we now realize
that the power and love God gave us
Is the ultimate prize
now let's plant seeds
to address people's needs
with love in our actions
and not judge nor begrudge the unchurched
but to move with godly compassion
It matters not who's preaching
It matters not who's teaching
as long as the Holy Spirit is reaching
and the power of God is unleashing
It matters not who's in the pulpit
It matters not who's there to inform
as long as God's powers are unleashing
and we are all on one accord
" 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.
SHED MY SKIN…
SEETHING BENEATH THE SURFACE
ERUPTION IS IMMINENT
NOT A QUESTION OF IF, BUT WHEN
AND THE TIME IS DRAWING NEAR…
FRUSTRATION BUILDING ON THE INSIDE
DESCENSION GROWING ALL AROUND
YEARS OF TURMOIL FINALLY BOILING OVER
LEAVING NOTHING UNSCATHED IN ITS WAKE
MY DEMISE MAY RESULT FROM MY ACTIONS
AND MY WORDS MAY SEAL MY FATE
CARVED IN THE STONE ON THE WALLS
THAT I INTEND TO BRING DOWN AROUND ME
…UNFORTUNATE BUT TRUE, ARE THE FEELINGS
THAT LIE WITHIN ME
CHAINS THAT HAVE FOREVER HELD ME BOUND
BUT NOW MY STRENGTH IS GROWING AND MY
RAGE TO OVERCOME IS BUILDING
AND THE PRICE WILL BE PAID ONE THOUSAND
TIMES OVER BY EVERYONE IN MY PATH…
THE TIME HAS COME TO SHED THE SKIN THAT HAS CONTAINED ME,
REVEALING TO THE WORLD
THE REAL ME, THE CONCEALED ME……
AND SOME MAY NOT LIKE WHAT THEY SEE
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
God is waiting to meet us in a garden called Gethsemane
Essential to our relationship with God is spending time with Him
There will always be a 'battle royal of temptations' to avoid this place
Human-defined happiness and personal fulfillment cannot be found here
Serenity to God's will is the highest achievement to be found in Gethsemane
Emptying of our fleshly goals and selfish ambitions take place in Gethsemane
More of God is the golden discovery, and less of us is the greatest victory
Ascension of God's Glory and the descension of our will are what happens here
Newness, restoration, repentance, resurrection, and revival are conceived here
Every part of our being and the deepest areas of our hearts are dealt with here
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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.
turning down the volume
that is what i am thinking as i am blinking
grabbing the last bottle of cream soda
that is my mental escape from a wrath i cannot comprehend
imagining you naked and ready to go down
that is the way i uplift myself while you are bringing me down
the grenade in my brain is on the brink of exploding
the balloon of my self esteem is at the dangerous edge of imploding
the merger of the two is unseen due to the sour blindness of the moment
the spittle burns like a near death experience on Christmas day
the accusations decapitate like a merciless machete moonlighting
the end is the beginning of the minuscule additional
our love has been uprooted by a hurricane so petty and unnecessary
speechlessness post descension is the new loquatious
bye bye sweet valentine era....it was nice pre-post-construction
Frank S. had a few
But then again
'Too few to mention'
Yet to this, my plea
Please take heed
Very kindly, pay attention
Who hasn't had
affairs of love
that ended bad
full elbow shove
Down on one knee
in misery
Pure discontent-ion...
The flame returned
but you got burned
Entreaties spurned
both fists clenched and --
You vowed, "No more!"
there on the floor
in Regret's descension
But know one thing
There comes the Spring
and Love will bloom
So, give it room
And then, once more
True Love will soar
~ Your Heart's Ascension!
********
Yes, know one thing
There comes the Spring
When roses bloom
So give them room
And once again
True Love will send
~ Your heart a-winging!
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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
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.