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Woman of Sorrow She o'the Morrow
Drink to her whose sorrow Nay... I'll drink to her on the morrow...
Has aroused a poet's sigh; She who'd set my thoughts a'fly...
A woman who brought tomorrow She from whom I'd borrowed...
What treasure can never buy. Treazure grand from silken thigh...
Her words are penned with sadness Her words o'pen o'gladness...
And often an empty tone; Feelings oft thought as madness...
Along with all those feelings Full cool crost river's stone...
In a sea of tears from feeling alone. A'drift in sea o'tear... o'smile felt hers alone.
Here's to her whose sorrow Here's to she of morrow...
Has made many a poet cry; Whose gift I so shall try...
Her words are read with tears Her words thus through the years...
That rain like love from the sky. Shall be as rain o'love from sky.
Now the sea will drink her tears Aye! I'll toast then on that morrow...
With those we try to hide; Gone thus her fog o'sorrow...
Here's to her whose sorrow As joy displaces fear...
Flows free from deep down inside. When then our sea doth drink her tear...
Mine as well fast by her side...
Elizabeth Wesley Winds of pleazure set high our tide...
So shall I my glass lift high...
To she that sails on winds o'pride.
SeaWolf
Striding into the snowy fortress my tepid heart at double time
paces
Entering a pine colonnade sprouting a wintry mane, saddled with
velvety laces
Cloaked with icy needles forming a brittle, hooded trellis
Golden beams seap through the shielded parapet gilding the frosty
mantle with an iridescence
The distant peaks shrouded with the glow of satin evanescence
Following an unmarked, winding trail spurred on by an eery
prescience
My unbridled senses discharged; my tempered spirit for the
mysterious journey braces
A haunting stillness shadows my movements; stealthily my
boundary encases
Shuttered from the outside world and its vapid spaces
Where time is muted and nature's discordant rhythm races
A pristine environment where tendrils caress, limbs bristle, the cold
wind chases
A cloudy fondue swirls overhead and each spiralling steeple
embraces
Squawking squirrels prance freely on the floor without leaving any
traces
Bald eagles glide above the crenelated spires crowning the summit
with their magestic graces
A maverick-cardinal's chirps funnel through the shrouded mist,
temporarily the dreary damper effaces
A Snowy owl crests over the hollowed thickets scanning the tight
nooks and crawl spaces
White-tailed deer cautiously trek through covered thickets, matted
fields which their camouflage erases
Filtering through the blustery labyrinth, an open field the rough
terrain displaces
The broad meadow teaming with yesterday's cares my
adventurous journey replaces
Looking longingly back on my charted path, my bridled heart the
solitary life praises
Anxiety
She is knocking at the door with great fervency.
“You must let me in, I am a part of your life!”
“I have been your partner” “you need me.”
I recently kicked her out and said, “NO MORE!”
I have no need of her. She no longer seems appealing!
She woke me up so many nights in panic and doubt.
She was the voice in my head that would never quit.
She had no respect for time or place.
Her nagging voice of worry and fear,
would sometimes fill my days and nights.
She was crowding and controlling.
And oh, so loud…
She overstayed her welcome
She filled my head with lies.
She reminded me that there is a pandemic!
She told me that addiction kills,
and would surely kill the ones I loved!
As she overwhelmed with fear
I grew weary of this perpetual noise.
I realized she had outstayed her welcome
For you see…
I have chosen to replace her with a closer friend.
His name is Jesus!
He looks after me!
He says, “Do not be afraid!”, “Do not fear!”
“I hold you in my arms and nothing can happen,
that I cannot help you through!”
There is unbounding peace and joy and rest!
It displaces all the doubt!
He gives me sweet peace as I rest in His arms at night!
The nagging voice is gone now, it no longer has its hold!
I must not let her in, though she knocks and knocks at my door.
It gets quieter and quieter and, off in the distance!
Anxiety you have lost your hold over me!
Your chains around my neck are broken!
Freedom knows no bounds.
Grace Daub
April 13, 2013
My heart is lost to you, no matter whats bringing you down I'll help you make it
through. You have this heart of mine, emotion runs so deep its almost a crime.
Its easy to see why you're so right for me, singing so beautifully, walking hand in
hand with me. Gazing into your eyes, staring at your smile so perfect in every way.
I want to kiss you in the pouring rain, I want to hold you all night and day. I could
talk to you for days at a time, still in wonder of how you became mine. I see you
my heart races, i cannot even describe the feeling it displaces. Through this life
you'll have many friends and many enemies, I pray that you never get betrayed,
that you'll stay strong when they try to lead you astray. No matter what they say
don't waste your tears, no matter how afraid don't show any fear, for no matter
what you need I'll be here. I'll be here to wipe the tears from your face, to help you
up should you fall from grace. Wherever this life takes you, I know there is no one
strong enough to break you. There will be many things you'll have to make
through remember that in one way or another i will always love you, when you
feel like everyone has left you, you're never alone. I'll always hear your call, I'll
never let you fall, even if you forgot I'll show you I waited through it all, I promise
this I will do, mi corazón se pierde a ti.
My life has travelled roads less taken,
a tumbleweed, east, west, north and south,
all around the world.
Sprouting, enticing horizons beckoned,
each just as fair, opened to discover
by youthful emancipation from entangled roots.
Never an answer to who my grown up would be,
endless opportunities, challenges and changes,
in effect, constrained ever looking back.
Well along nearly two score and ten later,
sunset in the dwindling distance, I take momentary pause
for a meditative gaze back along the ways.
Lennon said life happens, displaces other plans,
an evolution of maturation from hopes and expectations
to what has been, is, and what is yet to come.
In the distance, an inquisitive, self-assured youth,
unstoppable, for whom failure was alien,
que sera, sera in mien.
In between, the midlife self schooled in life’s reality,
nil tallies begetting pragmatism, tempering intrepidity,
with neither hope nor hopefulness suppressed or quelled.
Today, my senior citizen contemplates its
ageless twenty-something heart and mind,
with as many questions, but fewer answers than they had.
There is no sigh, no lamentation, no regret
as I turn to continue along the current byway,
trusting that I have somehow made a difference.
© Copyright J. Nicholas De Bonis, 2015. All rights reserved.
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Eight
At her feet gather daily plumage dark white to brown leather
Pigeons geese crows sparrows larks and wild ducks in sunset colour
And the resident owners of the waters by the fleet
The snow-white swan-lake ships gliding majestic in clover
Every day come older women with children or decrepit
With sling bags stuffed with golden crumbs of yesterday’s baguette
Some Berber women with sacks of semolina for couscous
All to seek good works at her feet where waves lap up and beat
Where the lazy louts of the spoilt winged clans wait on one leg
Pretend to keep an appointment though not to seem to beg
By rushing to providers with an air: hail dope well met!
Till some Labrador runs amuck just missing a juicy leg
Just then on that well-worn wooden bridge past the portcullis
Did Old Khayyam steal in a glance a wisp of a form bliss
Doe-eyed leaning on the rail in a gossamer negligee
The infinitely lamented thing that’s this lady all miss
Once more the Lass from Lahore lifts her dark diamond eyes
The breeze softly displaces the cowlick from vision’s disguise
Does she espy the Bard strain his thoughts fingers through his beard
While the Dreamer Dame of the lake leaves without much choice!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Let the people of the world say
Some of them say there ain’t no way in…
With all the troubles and turmoil in this day
Seems like there ain’t no way, ain’t no way
Let the church say, Amen
Let the people of this world pray more;
Let the church say, Amen
Let us stand and affirm on God’s holy word
Let the voice of Christ unite us;
Let the book of Psalms, excite us;
Let’s sing, unto our King Let’s sing praises to God
Hallelujah to the Father
Hallelujah to the Son
Hallelujah glory to the heavens
Hallelujah to each of us the angels and everyone
Mercies graces
God displaces
Jesus died for everyone
So that none us would fall…
Hallelujah to the Father
Hallelujah to the Son
Hallelujah glory to the heavens
Hallelujah to each of us the angels and everyone
Let the people of the world say
Some of them say there ain’t no way in…
With all the troubles and turmoil in this day
Seems like there ain’t no way, ain’t no way
Let the church say, Amen
Let the people of this world pray more;
Let the church say, Amen
And if you all believe in all He’s done;
Come on
And sing, alleluia
And Say Amen. . .
1/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
From anthology “Praise Worthy”
Vaporous forms adrift through cold dark rooms
Are remnants of passing that in this life looms,
And I’ve felt the touch that this dread embraces
While wandering about in haunted places.
Disembodied voices resounding in empty halls
And those that whisper from ancient walls;
O’ I’ve heard these spectres that time displaces
Where gloom has gathered in haunted places!
Empty footfalls and floorboards creaking,
The lamenting wind and women weeping,
Children singing in vacant spaces,
I’ve heard these things in haunted places.
I’ve seen the dungeon’s mist as midnight falls,
I’ve seen the ghastly events that time recalls,
I’ve seen the airy forms that relive disgraces,
O’ these things I know of haunted places!
Embittered wailing and inhuman screaming
Have awakened me when I was dreaming.
O’ from the darkness the dead come creeping
Upon the night, for they are not sleeping.
Wailing spirits from times amiss,
Wander about, O’ I have witnessed this,
For these fitful souls without earthly graces
Are forever kept in haunted places!
I’ve been touched by hands where there were none
From unseemly acts and deeds undone,
By murder, by mayhem, there are always traces,
That lurk about in haunted places.
“joy or pain, neither seek nor resist
vaporise to become, a bliss mist”
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Turbid storms in realm of duality
Inevitably will bring to us pain
Fearful contractions mar serenity
Unless fickle ego, to rest is lain
Pain bemuses whilst joy hypnotises
Either way unstable is our fulcrum
Truth being life is full of surprises
Trauma we feel, ego residuum
Interim measure, hypnotic healing
Wherein one thought displaces another
With thought polarities thus rotating
Attention deflected, pain we smother
Neither suppression nor sublimation
Both propositions are inadequate
Ostrich syndrome not the solution
For how many fears can we thus placate
It is not trauma then but our response
Determining state of our consciousness
Thus, looking at identity askance
We shift into calm silence and stillness
An open heart is all that is needed
Receptive to divine love magnetism
Unbound if ego urges receded
Each node within, joyous sensorium
Awaken now oh hermit, from slumber
Enjoy this movie, with childlike wonder
06-December-2020
(syllabic rhyme)
Boy at the lake's shore
skims flat stones on its surface
cups each oval
how fast can he throw?
to chart the toss mechanics of an arc
to chase the horizon in pebble leaps
His father's voice, an inward echo
"That's it son, skip the stone with velocity!"
"Release, spin, stabilize."
"You know this lake well enough."
Seven or eight stone skips
that nip small waves
to a bloated plop
he searches for the next right stone
its weight easy to handle
varies his grip
Can he do more in an altered state?
A boy who knows what displaces gravity
what sinks below the surface
into the lake's darkness, the deepest kind
to find his soul's reprieve
when the script shifts
when tears curl in the corners of his eyes
for a lost voice that displaces the velocity
of self
Poem composed August 1/21
For Anthony Biaanco
Contest: Stones