Long Despairs Poems
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“The only light from a sword have sheltered me from despair
The balance of reality and dreams, welcomes nothing to compare
Dreams were afterall the insanity of one’s desire
Made to believe moments before the awakening hour
This belongs the true origin since the fall of the humans
The curse brought from our love to cause The Ancients total domination
Moments since loved, to love to then unlove
I give to you only truth afar from lies to serve”
{Years of yore, a time somewhence atween the Holy War
A prophecy is soon to begin its outcry once more
Humanities who were forged to serve the Battalion Goddess were dying away
Prayers in blood were dis-spirited souls praying to live another day
Yet despairs to the Heavens never seem to be heard
Where forth the Battalion Goddess, where is the Goddess of Word?
The Goddess who mortals seek hope in, bears one in many prophecies
The one to lead till the end of war, to rid the Ancients of miseries
However, the DarkLord Alkzadrius, only grew ever stronger each dusk
Every other night to those who live, only promises to be last
There was then this one night, in the ruins throughout The Ancients
A brightest of light shone from a seemingly farthest of distance
Two figures emerge from beyond, one a woman and another a man
And the very might of the moment itself, have had evil dissolving into the sands
Every other minions who came in their way were vanquish
Even spells and curses cast upon the terrain had discreetly vanish
Sensing victory for the night, mortals around raise their swords and fought
Yet the battle were already won at hearts without so much a thought!
It was raining a subtle when dawn finally arrive
That day, every mortal to witness the birth had survive
Humanities rejoice in triumph to the Champions of the lands
Peace being the one hope for all time, was only just a matter of when
The prophecy remains to be true… prayers were heard
Evermore so, mortals reunited to serve once more the Goddess of Word
Every battle were won, wherever the Champions of the Word were to walk
In time, they were feared by most every minions of the Darklord
Alkaiya, the name enchanted by the people for the mistress of War
Being the one who beholds the Bow of the Word hence fore
And the Knight of the Word who has without a bearing name
Who wield the Sword of Sin where evil is nay to remain}
Of first embrace and broken glass
I cherish that first spark
New light upon our forest' dark.
Do you recall that northern wind?
It came at first so swift
Perhaps our growing light enraged
Poor Hopelessness', her whims denied
Inspired shadows from retreat
Those having once left us in our light.
"There's hope for you!” her battle cries
“Forwards; towards the glowing night
Attack! The lion will not bite
I promise he will turn blind eyes
Go back! I will cover your eyes!”
“Follow storms winds descent
True path through forests dense
Enter hence.
Rip, tear, rent!
From low to high
Head to toes
Even to above
Where dark forest glows
Churn even these shades
Whites and grays
Yellows arrayed,
Where once were dulled
"My children do not stop there!"
She would say,
"You must inscribe them full
Lest unseen hopes, occupy as slivers
As pretending tones, they have been known to hide
Shimmers upon the edge of shades
We must leave them emptied, lost whims, denied
Their ways left as waste to ruins
Despairs do not relent with dooms
Leaving chance to sparks in time
Per chancing kindles from hearts that loom.”
“Descend, my raging opaque!
The dense itself engrave
Teach young love old lessons
That she may now know at such young age
The heart of this forest lessened.”
“Now go' my shadowed tails delight
Slice sharp paths without care
Cause those within their ears too bear
The roaring of fresh leaves…
Torn from their rightful place
Before the given time”
“Dying screams let them endure
Let them feel your shadows
….Purge!”
The cold so swift
We were so sure This was spring
........residues
Your body’s naked form, lovely
Dropping, encircling our flame
Dying breath
Woman’s instinct
Nurturing
Disregarding winds intent
Then came the rains' extinguishing
Saving coals
Your hands were warm
My feet were cold
I shiver at this memory.
…Rains cold intensity
The downpour overcoming
Me
I'm sorry I could not see
My circle enclosed circles now
Circling
I knew the dark complete
As our smoke heavenward arose
To late this pittance; ash offerings
Ashes on the ground
Then came the rivers rage
Cutting its path through the heart
Forever too leave
Forever leaving its mark
Upon our forest dark
Meandering on; its choosing path
And I with it beside; belonged
For a chosen time
My love again I say
For a chosen time
Do you understand?
I chose the time of days
My shame
He came into your life from afar
At first he stood and watched from a distance
He whispered not to you but to another
Then he stepped closer to call forth-another one
This one like you
Sorrow called forth Nanator and with him your soul
He faded and tainted your most precious gift
He reached out to fleck my wings with grey too that day
For that day he nearly filled the well again
Still he had barely begun and his work grew ever closer to us both
This time he whispered to you from a foot away
Thus thrice he reached out to call forth another
Yet each time ‘twas I who wept for our suffering
For no tears have fallen from thine eyes in many years
Still Sunder gave you something in return for all he had stolen
Didn’t he . . . didn’t he
For all the bits and pieces of your soul
You were given something so dearly precious it hurt to have it
And now you lament with a voice to be heard
By the few who were to know the one buried so deep inside
The few to be loved and to love you
Desolation knew this would be so
So he whispers to you often now and from afar
Knowing that you cannot help but to listen and to grieve
With your new voice
Though it rarely rises above a breath to be a whisper
It sings of your great disenchantment
Your disbelief and your faith in the void
It allows you to cry
To tell the tale and story of your greatest sorrow
Within you there lies a faith of something more
And the desire to see
And cause the light to glimmer within another’s eyes
One whose life could carry your hopes within them
To lend your strength to
One who might have all that you denied yourself
For these long and many years
So heavy upon your shoulders
And yet this can never be and this is what despairs you so
For none to follow you
None at all
Never
Never”
And thus she spoke to me plainly
To show me my loss of faith anew
So in her despair in her sorrow
My unbelief breathes again
My search for desolation reborn
For this knowledge too great to bear
Thus I fled and so it was
I ran
A great many years
I hid myself deep within
Beyond the reach of sunlight and the eye of the moon
And in the darkness
I tore out all that caused my pain
I read everything again
To see
And to know
Why it was I had
So long ago embraced wholly my unbelief
After required Thanksgiving Day
and depressing night
I awoke surprised
by release into ego-homelessness.
What could sad night despairs mean?
Reiterating loss of grateful identity
mysteriously disappearing through this habitat's coldly absent roof
of sacred grace
space.
Why would capital depression,
RightBrain suppression
and historic patriarchal suppression
suddenly gang up more gracefully,
less threateningly,
on ZeroZone ego-homelessness
freely chosen
before rudely thrown out
for lack of paternal place.
RightBrain fullness of soul
remains ZeroZen timeless re-identification
with one empty homeless side
without exterior shelter.
But, for how long could eternity reweave
temporary housed DNA souls
becoming Earth's healthy resilient lifeline?
Advent invites homeless nurturing adventures
into matriarchal kindness, silent advances
into wildly blind blizzards
binding sun's enchanting rainbow promise
watering returns to Earth's temporary spring sanctuary
refueling DNA's homeless
yet robust
absence of perpetually living boundaries
Toward, rather than against, Earth's healthy wealth
future identity transgenerating
transubstantiating temporary sanctuaries
in humane health-identity space,
Earth's co-arising sacred time
of ego's non-sectarian summer
for ecology's ecstatic climate climax.
Mutually homeless failing falling theology pilgrims,
EgoYang and EcoYin polypathic souls
overshadowed
by Earth's great green sanctuary
assigned to re-study timeless regenetic root systems
playing WinWin ZeroSoul revolutionary games
for homeless trusted identity, sheltering
from wildly wounded wandering
within chronic asylum anxiety,
Lost in lonely inside forests
quaking,
outside breaking
patriarchal fake-sanctuary voices
inside cooperative matriarchal wombing choices.
A lot of cold windy Dad talk
trumped
in each infant WinWin womb
by Mom's resolute inside nutritional walk.
Homeless ego child
re-connecting inside this eco-womb,
preparing to journey home again
by sacred light of wintry advent's dawn
After thanksgiving days
and depressing night
re-awakening surprise
of ego's wandering
health-rooted adventurous soul
revolution dawning in darkest brights.
Caught up in the shadowy,
Silhouettes dancing, trembling
Like wings in breathless
Whispers, erasing all the fearless
Memories, blending worry
With confusion, desperation
Despair and sin’s onslaught stirring
Anxiety, stalking the heart like
Burdens and struggles, troubling
Even the light that remains,
Where history portrays the limits
Restricting prayers, praise, portions
Fragments of the heart’s faith,
Hope lifted to the skies who hemorrhage
Like stardust doubts falling, shadowy,
Reflecting the glistening promises
Destiny calling like the mystery
Anonymous glimmering in the heavens,
Wiping away the way it seems,
Replacing the moments with memories,
Hurrying life with a sense of relief
Knowing that this is the grace,
Bringing awake the gentling faith
Darkness surrounds my spirit
Bringing with it the sound of fear,
The desperation and dread, the doubt
Dooming my spirit to listening
Beneath the hope, silence
Explaining away the music, the dream
The beautiful that pleads with me
Believe, believe, believe – nothing
Lives there in the shadowy suspicions,
The reservations and misgivings
Are only memories who know that
When I believe -there is victory
The shadows become moments
Pleasant flashes of feeling,
Enthusiastic and blessing me
So I believe and in the believing
Discover my hearts reason for being,
My soul’s reason for achieving,
My life’s reason for bringing the feelings
The beautiful, the blessings –
Into the light, where I can see
There is more splendor in my heart
When I let the shadowy places melt away
Delighting in the presence, the love
Of One who created me to always pray
For the chance to know, to believe
With a heart that never doubts or despairs,
A soul that imagines only the goodness
Found in the presence of His grace…
With faith, the shadowy sadness
Fell away and I know what it is to say –
Love never fades, never fails – never
Flees – it is forever, like the King of Kings!
Writing Challenge - 'S' Words, Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Word: 2.shadowy
April 8, 2023
Weird Ways and Good Old Days
If feature was made into a modern day
About past, wonder what it would say
Things have been done in weird ways
And were always called good old days.
This to some might sound like a crock
But we had a party on every block
Goings were easy and never tough
Knew how to play Blind Man's Bluff.
During each day was Carolina blue sky
And we would all play Mother May I
With much vigor and a lot of pep
To either take giant of small step.
We were nice, kind and never mean
Played Red Light mixed up with Green
While there living like a local native
With new games we had been creative.
Boring new games and news have become
Put in thumb, pulled out prune not plumb
Shriveled up and over back was bending
Can you imagine him to White House sending.
What if we were to have Hillary instead
Already made and slept in White House bed
Know below are two states called Carolina
Where they are supposed to store the China.
Has knowledge of where things should go
What wall to place a Benet or Gainsborough
And no one there will look at her suspicious
Knows difference between cat and doggie dishes.
Knows dots from dits and triangles from squares
And about foreign affairs she never despairs
She still is a faithful lover of Steve Schultz
Has his characters on all of her quilts.
After further experimenting in a lonely lag
What they came up with was some old crab
Who forever and a day resided in Vermont
Can't tell can't from caunt and ant from aunt.
Here is something else between you and me
Poor soul only has undergraduate degree
And out wonder how many would flip
When service responsibility he did skip.
If someone were to be an brilliant inspector
Berne had been a conscientious objector
And even though he may be slender and tall
Is Senator from almost smallest state of all.
(This also goes for City he was a mayor of.)
Last thing I know is he thinks guiding the
VA can be counted for foreign affairs. He
must be the only one who cares.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Disparage not our hearts-- they are God-loved, God-found
This will get mystical -- allow me to propound
Just think-- wherever we pray can be holy ground
Contemplation of His Love always will astound
The Divine Physician can heal us -- He's renowned
Reach for the "hem of Christ's garment" (Mercy profound)
Pull the "thread," don't let go, till there's enough unwound
If too sad to sing His praise, let this poem surround
"Caress the broken heart with threads of muted sound"
Keep it snug and protect it, weave the threads around
For times of desolation, when despairs abound
And the upbeat, carefree feelings seem to have downed
But Mary, Star of the Sea won't let Hope be drowned
This Holy Queen's eyes of mercy see when we're aground
Her Garment of Grace makes us royal kids (uncrowned)
The choice of scapular is not meant to confound
It matters not as much which color she has gowned
Nor is it restricted to groups in a compound
Anyone can ask for her Virtues to redound
As her graces crowd out our sins, vices impound
Belonging to her heart, her Mercy Songs resound
Our Father, Hail Mary... our silent prayers unbound
We must persist when consolation is unfound
Read the quotes below, if you wish me to expound...
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Mark 5:28 "If I can just touch the hem of his garment, I will be healed.”
Romans 5:3-4: "...suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope..."
"Suffering for love nourishes love.
Let us not always wish to feel the sweetness of devotion to the Immaculata... It is not always time for sweet caresses, be they ever so holy. We also need the trials of dryness, abandonment, and the like. Let her fit the means of sanctification according to her will..."
(pg. 105, #4-5, in Aim Higher!: Spiritual and Marian Reflections of St. Maximilian Kolbe).
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August 9, 2023
Choose A Line II Poetry Contest (#2)
Contest Sponsored by--- Joseph May
I marvel at love and the gift of your eyes
Eyes that breathe life straight to my soul
Eyes that lift me to the blue skys of hope
I marvel at love and the gift of your eyes
Eyes that see me not as I am
But Eyes that see me for what I can be
I marvel at love and the gift of your smile
A smile that shines brighter than that of the sun
A smile that engulfs me with uplifting hope
A smile that can warm in the cold or the rain
A smile that cleanses from anger, and pain
I marvel at love and the gift of your arms
Arms that embrace with loves golden glow
Arms that I long for both daytime and night ,
Arms that embrace me wherever I go.
Arms that protect me from above or below
I marvel at love and the gift of your giving
Giving yourself with gifts true intent
No strings no questions no return ever expected
Your giving no doubt the heavens have sent
You give in the morning and all through the daytime
You give in the evenings, the gifts most Devine
I marvel at love and the way that it frees me
Frees me to dream dreams of life more perfected
Frees me of my worries and cares
Frees me from nights lonely and rejected
Frees me from my heartache , stress and despairs
I marvel at love and the way that it heals me
Reminds me I'm not merely of flesh and of bone
Heals me from this worlds trouble and sorrow
Memories of yesterday and visions of tomorrow
I'm healed by your love ,your grace and forgiveness
I'm healed in your presence
my steppingstone home
Yes it's a dream but I do want to dream it
To feel like its real…. even in this moment
To remember your face and the smile that's across it
To drink in this moment and then live it forever
The taste of your lips never forgotten
The heart pounding moment when I rush once again to your loving arms, approved by your eyes, washed with your smile , free to dream dreams as I am healed by your grace
To relive the embrace gives hope to my world
Surely you were sent by God up above
Oh how I marvel , yes I marvel at love
This world of atrocious avarice
Marches on in a proud grimace
Corruption and calamity twist and turn in their stomachs, yet peace will conquer nonetheless
Consumption of the blasphemous people shout out their voices of vain pridefulness
Deception deceives the minds of many
Arrogance conceives all kinds of envy
Relentless reign of greed feeds the senseless spoil,
Allowing the poverty-proned needy in terrible turmoil
Some of the wealthy individuals rule over society in unattainable malice unfathomably
It’s horrible that we have a nation that have some leaders that lead in hostility ruthlessly
God will fight for freedom for us, as long as we’ll keep being resilient and brazen throughout our life,
Despite the government’s devastating tribulations; Christ will be giving us life-long joy instead of strife
Redemption comes from the Lord of Accord for each and everyone who believes unconditionally
We all need vigilance and deliverance during these trying times of horrendous sorrows and trials of plenty
This relentless reign of greed has thrived off of our zealous, efficient endurance
By taking advantage of our diligence everyday...cruelty alters into arrogance
It’s an insane world...chaotic and catastrophic in many ways possible
It’s an eccentric place I don’t call my haven...it’s indescribable
But in a detrimentally damaging manner...it’s a danger zone that leaves us feeling insecure and lost in the worthless weeds
It’s a fraudilent frenzy that we have to deal with for a matter of fact...but this relentless reign of greed will soon wither away along with its deeds
Injustice impairs the actions of sophisticated individuals who debate over their wicked plans, getting out of hand...getting out of hand...
Reminiscence of despairs and anxieties plague the minds of many these days
While politicians are feeding us propaganda and shameful sham...when will we make a stand? Will we ever reach out to His right hand?
Deliverance from our Father of truth will set us free from our despondency in many ways
The sapphire sun of what-were dreams
Setting in the forsaken east
My winters' desperation clung to your silent voice
Let death be a choice
Dusk revealed your truest nature
Before her argentine eyes
'Tis the darkest of tragedies, romances' maladies
Let your forgiveness be la Vie In this frozen air
The wings of my deepest despairs
Friend or foe?
The dagger close to my heart--
If your forgiveness is nigh
Let me know--or is this all a lie
Lilyheart Swain
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge
Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only
Euphorianah
The winterwind tears carress me
With whispers, (of) Someone I Once knew
Calming the fears inside
But the pain remains
--hallcunary rains
Dreams fading with the Enya in your eyes
With the darkness of your hands
The silverfears of the pale moon
Shine on you
Lilyheart swain
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge
Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only
Euphorianah
Your eyes search for mine
Oh how they shine, blue
Sacrdice has a price
Heaven is calling us tonight
Cursed In shadowed illusions
Shall we dance?
Would there be a chance
Euphorinah
Forgive me now
I will rip out every nail
Of your coffin
I don't care if it's God it will offend
Lilyheart Swain
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge
Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only
Euphorianah