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April 6th The Messenger Dog of God
One day
While studying in Rome
As a priest
I notice a small white dog
Staring at me
He glances at me
Indicating that I am to follow him
I get up
And follow this strange dog
He leads me deep
Inside the hidden depths
Of the Vatican
Finally stopping by a door
I open the door
And see St Peter there
He smiles
Dismisses the dog
Who moves on down the hall
Finished with his cosmic duty
As the secret messenger of God
All in a days work
I ask why am I here?
St Peter says
Why are any of us here?
It is time for you to go
But I don’t want to go
Don’t want to leave this mortal plane
St Peter smiles
Says it is time to go
I wake up
Back in my bed
With my wife
And realize it was all a dream
It was not yet time
To go
But I am afraid
I will find the messenger dog
Outside my door
Any day now
The grim reaper waits
And it will soon be my time
It is all about the praise of His Holy, Holy, Holy Name
As also reflected in my ways in knowing that He came
Even in my deepest heaviest tear on my roughest day
It is His Name you will hear reflected in all that I say
My worries are so few in having a reward so great
But just in staying true this does not seal this fate
For there is nothing I can do no act that is so grand
Oh how this is so true yet so many don't understand
For it's all about the praise in giving God His Glory
Telling others of His Ways so that they know His story
About simple humility as we look upon that Cross
About being able to see the whole meaning of His loss
Goodness is fine but it's all about your own intentions
And in line after line the Lord Himself repeatedly mentions
That the Father's Will be done was Jesus most repeated phrase
It's all about His only Son, so not about our silly little ways
1 Chronicles 16:25
For great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised:
he also is to be feared above all gods.
A man robs a Wawa. He tells the judge, a few days ago I held a door for a
lady leaving that store and gave a bum a buck. The judge say's so what you
broke the law, 10 years. Then the crook says my brother is the Governor and
the Judge dismisses all charges. Sort of not what you do, but who you know.
Hopefully you will be able to tell the Father that you know Jesus. Hopefully!
Crystal lures light like our lives conscious
Mortality sends a spectrum refracted
Other side rainbow radiates rambunctious
Eternally by ethics our arc's impacted
Physical excursion learns penultimate aim
Sheltering fellows primes soul fulfilled
Surreptitious assistance dismisses all fame
Caring colours granted greatest guild
Continued life after quick earth fraction
Thrives free of friction or ailments
Citizens immortal link a rainbow sanctum
Embrace death's ever endowments
8th March 2023
Written for Contest:
Break the Mirror
Sponsor:
Unseeking Seeker
If you asked me what beautiful means,
It’s being loved by a strong woman
Empowered, chasing her own dreams,
Engraved with grace on soft moon, beams
A thoroughbred she is strong, wild, and free,
A phenomenon that writes my destiny
In her eyes, amber stars find their gleam,
They are my novel; affections the theme
If so what is beauty? Let me redefine,
It’s her uhm-hmm, an approval I find divine.
A spirit that soars, unbroken, unbound,
A soul that exposes darkness to sound
If you asked me what her strength truly is,
It’s hearing that voice, a melody dismisses
the silence that once held her down,
Opening up a gorgeous, that's beyond renowned
A story of courage, of trials, not left untold
A beacon that chases away the dead of night
Her love, a torch that never grows cold,
Empowered, she stands, a towering light,
So if you asked me what beautiful means,
I'll tell you It’s her spirit, her heart, her everything, in-between,
beside her strength, I found my own,
By her love, I reside in a world I would never have known
POTD 4th Nov 2019
Vanquishing all reservation
twilight's prelude heralds
shadowy anticipation
of a secret amorous thirst
He surrenders once more
to his darkest desires
amplifies the sultry ambiance
with star spangled bursts
A slave in her entity
tremulous in her splendour
Captivating and illuminating
this shadowy tryst
yet her heart beats not in rhythm
to the songs he composes
she dismisses him once more
Saying… ‘it is what it is’
However, through chinks of his ardour
ebbing resplendence
Predominant primacy
hard to resist will persist
refusing to believe …’it is what it is’
refusing to believe …’it is what it is’
The intricacies of love
too difficult to fathom
Her preference mismatched
he cannot define
her daily mantra
heightens sensations
reserved for the one
who appears to outshine?
Nothing but ineffectual
is her discordant course
the unyielding reality
of it drives him insane
and through the ebbing darkness
she hears him screaming ….’it is NOT what it is
It is Not what it is’
No satin ropes will tether
her cosmic line of duty
No romantic soft liaison
would induce her to stay
Tremulous and tender
her love cruelly wanders
from his romantic serenade
she turns her light away
Succumbs to his enemy…Day
whispering softly…. ‘it is what it is
It is what it is’
POTD 4th Nov 2019
This morning is dangerously close to truth.
The sunlight is in bold print,
the figurative blocked out in black and white.
The under-brain
(that sleepy chameleon with diamond eyes),
blinks at a high-rise concrete reality,
eschews poetry for a stark reportage.
The summer blooms and hummingbirds
are not wooden, yet their picturesque
mien and dress
belong in a less brazen realism.
Nothing much flies in more subjective skies.
Beneath an introspective sea
just a few fanciful thought-threads
dangle loosely from misty metaphyseal squids.
The mind must turn to arcane myths
for unobjectified mysticism,
however a short-sighted ground hog
dismisses these inner reflections
as it eats an existential
bright red geranium.
A slight chill of cold darkness,
air hit me as I roamed outside,
I saw the red moon move a fence,
alike a farmer with a glowing nose,
I kept speaking and was sleepy
the hopeless empyrean was everywhere,
facing similar to town youth,
accompanying their silvery faces.
Dense snowflakes cover the soil
living hibernates, beginning to wait
breeze ice webs over the auld oaks
light glancing through the jug divider
The white being that triumphs over cold,
life-inspiring affection for the opaline color.
Cheering regardless of the snowstorm,
In calm surges of artistry,
the melancholy fear is calmed continuously,
as the sunlight thinking dismisses ignorance,
storms thunder inside the sheets,
all epoch and mystery, the encounters
blending quiet and blast,
rainy environments and the moonlight.
A riotous squirrel chastises me for crushing allure day.
while I trespass into appeal rule without regard,
the dust opposed the deep, foul perfume of decay,
I mindlessly wander through colorful folding.
Threaded accompanying auric, gold-colored, and azure.
God's beauty has vitality-restorative power.
Mother Nature protects the aforementioned advantage.
Written: December 23, 2022
WINTER STORM Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Spring Dog,
like any terrorist
I've ever not quite met,
not seen eye to eye,
nor found knowable,
nor fathomable,
Out to see the world
and form colonies
to feed his cancered Ego,
Teaches his hungry disciples
that success
goes to those who push
most resiliently.
I work against fear
we are heading for a confrontation,
where Earth must win
so Spring Dog must
inevitably
unpopulate.
Earth's journey
away from terror
and toward compassion
experiences intelligently designed success
with those who cooperatively pull
toward nutritious multicultural resonance.
Spring Dog
dismisses EarthMothers
as too weak
and poor in Spirit,
Not yet realizing
His poor in Spirit
is also Falling Eagle's
rich in cooperative MotheringNature.
Summer Otter
mediates between these ways of seeing
slippery slopes toward owning Earth
encourage Spring Dogs
to treat EarthTribes,
human
and OtherWise,
as natural
unspirited,
secular resources,
owned domestic elements for harvesting,
property to feed
and heat
his Winter Hawk nest
of capital-infestment
Further fueling Falling Eagles
to pull full-flight
toward more cooperative reinvestment.
My heart is beating with upbeat delight
You astound me…in every shape and form
My spirit is dancing with unbreakable might
You surprise me…when you take my hand
And pull me outtah my jail-like dorm
And He dismisses me from my solitude…
My eyes are glistening with bliss…
And I’m far from my demise…
Only to find that there’s no need to feel helpless
Why do you spoil me rotten with your fatherly affection?
Just protect me from any harm
Let me make my own decisions…
To see the results in the long run
You prize me as if I’m cherished like your carefree child
You don’t understand – I’m TOO foolish and wild
I haven’t even reached to full maturity
But how eye hope to see myself grow and be set free
From the world’s mayhem
Is there a solution to this problem?
And I’m left with no answer…
My eyes are eager to see…another bright day
And the night is coming to haunt me…
I find myself slowly disappearing from sight…
When will God give me a purpose to fight?
When will He feed me His awesome might?
Just support me…especially during my downfalls
Please answer my calls!
And I’m left to venture off into His path…
Eye can’t escape my terrible nightmares
Consider my calls of acceptance…my grief weighs a ton
Let me pour forth my tears –
Do me a favor and cast away my fears
Steer me away from disorder and confusion
Eye can see you’re making great progress
You’re heading towards a brighter, superb future…
My eyes
No longer witness oblivion
My eyes
Looks beyond the earthly pain…
bEyOnD the affliction
I spot a rope in the distance. . . . .
Push aside the waves…and let me
Grab it this instant!
God feeds me His love…and treats me
Like a newborn infant!
Eye see my Father with brand-new eyes
I feel rare content
And I feel hardly any resentment
Eye
cherish
that
REMARKABLE
moment
Seek fortune teller asap (haint no fable)
Best nondescript literate jinxed
humble dug good feller ya e'er seen
amenable, a non biased opinion -
of course I mean mine mein
yours truly gets no lucky strike breaks
particularly never ending
surprising automotive repairs,
thus in sore need of green
i.e. legal tender concerning Hyundai Sonata
two thousand and nine
admirable craftsmanship e'en
though urgent message freon
me and the missus, we
lack adequate funds
until early December
tooth house zen nineteen
when soonest social
security disability payment reason
without rhyme arose cause faulty gene
neurological schizoid personality disorder
honest to dog - affliction since...
in utero growing as little bean
not shy to pull out all stops,
and comb clean
albeit sharing genetic personal flaws
affecting psychological skein
imposing lifetime emotional hardship
invariably causing financial frostbite,
ye might not readily glean
faux Shakespeare's Banquo
(now my bank woe)
to give checking account gangrene,
whereby amputation left absolute zero
cents and sensibility,
but accursed Halloween
nightmare every four times fifteen
orbitz round the nearest star,
no matter applying ample sunscreen
me got smarts attested as seen
evident crafting poems keen
with sophistication, yet oft times lean
if - said phrase Sheryl Sandberg popularized
nsync, she dismisses Facebook cyclopean
tentacles squeeze out private data
muckraking monstrous machine
minting dime a dozen billionaires
anointing Silicon Valley
realm housing queen
and self anointed king Mark Zuckerberg
twenty first century Midas,
no need to hex spleen
his unabashed heartfelt virtue, he doth preen
ah... pipe dream to rub figurative shoulders
never in bajillion years,
and no chance empyrean
afterlife will eradicate hellish scene.