Long Dispositions Poems
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Ataraxis
Of that, that lazed in the league composed,
faraway sights gifted reserve from activewear a euphuistic fence,
the settling dust of undisturbed light flickers an arrival.
Yon an ornate circular gate is a varied stone patterned garden,
and a sparsed generous scattering of diverse bonsai tree settings,
fronts a Sleeping Jade Buddha in misty Jasmine smokey vapors.
Beyond the Japanese Tea garden in its genteel wake,
rests a surreal koi filled pond and a Japanese lanterned pathway,
leads to enchanting bridged tea pavillions of seven in harmony.
A therapeutic spa in relaxed equanimity awaits guest,
to a soothing massage amidst aromatic candlelights and redolent sprayed oils from the Far East, as a koto plays, and a geisha nocturnes.
Pleasantries and sweet dispositions lay in its wake,
as a commensuration in the departure of an unfathomable regret,
sets the opening stages of a welcomed future dream.
2020 February 16
*3rd Place*
STRAND SELECT R,any form ,any theme
~~Brian Strand
Some of the most charming people in the world
are trolls with mean dispositions they hide for months at a time
They like to date lively, joyful, women
These charmers are lovely; saying the right things
Tricking these women into falling in love with them
After they capture these women, they attempt to isolate them
Doing their best to keep them from their families and loved ones
Stating their friends are not “good enough” for them
Making fun of their woman if she wants to see her “mommy” or “sisters”
Beware of anyone who wants to isolate you.
They might smile, and you might have seen charm from them
But beware. Abusers and trolls smile too.
SOMETHING BORROWED a M M Phrasis
Enough of ennui,I may I might
the mind is an enchanting thing,senses
do not deceive.Days of prismatic colour
apparations of splendour,things are what
they seem, a mosaic, a prosaic voracity
and verity.
What are years then? Efforts of affectation,
dispositions by angels? No,the past is the
present,a chameleon face of discontent.O
calamity,no swan so fine as the merits of
heredity,let the critics dream in their preciosity
for charity overcomes envy where light is speech.
A phrasis inspired by the titles of Marianne Moore Poems
Listen to me recite my phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
when Jesus steps into broken places
He's carrying forth His mission
when Jesus steps into wounded spaces
He dispenses godly dispositions
The Lamb of God, the Salt of the Earth,
the Prince of Peace
Jesus of Nazareth, Our Redeemer
Who died to give us relief
when Jesus steps into shattered terrains
He becomes our help and our Healer
when Jesus steps into damaged domains
He gives deliverance to believers
The Lamb of God, the Salt of the Earth
The Prince of Peace
Jesus of Nazareth our Redeemer
Who died to give us relief
The Anointed Son, Jesus Our Savior
born to alter our sinful behavior
Pierced, punctured, and perforated
to atone for the sins man had created
and from that dark tomb Jesus arose
the resurrection, a miracle exposed
The Lamb of God, the Salt of the Earth
The Prince of Peace
Jesus of Nazareth our Redeemer
Who died to give us relief
when Jesus steps in,
He turns it all around
when Jesus steps in,
salvation is always found
The Lamb of God, the Salt of the Earth
The Prince of Peace
Jesus of Nazareth, Our Redeemer
Who died to give us relief
Jesus, our help and our healer
He gives deliverance to believers
The Lamb of God, the Salt of the earth
The Prince of Peace
Jesus of Nazareth our Redeemer
Who died to give us relief
By the wayside
A story-teller charms;
Exquisite tale of old
~~~~~~~~~
Path of uncertainty
Change springs a cast;
Innovative ideas hurl
~~~~~~~~~
Loiter and linger
Upon these lonely shores;
Waves crash the beach
~~~~~~~~~
Listen for a glimpse
From unknown scenes;
Mellow music hints
~~~~~~~~~
Heavy mall traffic
Sea of faces swirling;
Waiting the sales kill
~~~~~~~~~
Bus number 197
Double decker sighted;
Bound for Alexandra Village
~~~~~~~~~
Bazaar book stall
Old leftover tomes;
Weathered lessons await
~~~~~~~~~~
Talk of war again
Outbreaks somewhere again;
Spirits rebellious
~~~~~~~~~
This weary world riddled
Such fiery war-mongering;
Profit for the arms trade
~~~~~~~~~
If you must ask
You do not know;
Poetry wears intent well
~~~~~~~~~
Dreamy dispositions
Watch the falling rain;
Cold clearance coming
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
12 November 2014
Singapore
Forgive me if my poems are arriving a little late…
It’s not that i’m having trouble with the rhymes
It just since moving to North Carolina…we have switched to Mountain Time.
It’s not that people in the mountains are any less conscientious…
but when enjoying the mountains, the clouds, the animals…the trees
our pace slows down a little…we have different priorities.
The line at the grocery store moves slowly…and we wonder if the wait will ever end
because the cashier after checking her out…is having a conversation with her friend
Apparently her friend is a beekeeper…who happened to be elated
that this years batch of honey is the best batch her bees have yet created.
Next in line is an older man who from the parts of the conversation I could hear
his tomatoes, because of all they rain we’ve been having, are juicier this year.
As I listened to these conversations….
from the line…I heard no objections…no protests…no dissent.
It seems mountain people understand that stopping to talk to our neighbors…
is a great way for our time to be spent.
Yes, there’s something to be said for casually strolling through our day…
so much to be gained…by living life this way.
By taking the time to stop and chat with the different people we meet
It makes for happier dispositions…it leaves everyone feeling sweet.
It makes us ask ourselves the next time we’re in a hurry…
when time constraints make us fuss….
are we in control of our time…or is time controlling us?
Which means I might take a moment to enjoy the rain…
listen to the birds…smell a flower in the middle of the day
or stop to talk with a friend or a stranger I meet along the way.
And because of this…I’m not sure what day or time…
I might be posting my next rhyme…
That’s just the way it is when living on Mountain Time.
So again I apologize if this or any rhyme finds your eyes a little late…
but if you start to live in Mountain Time…you’ll find…it’s worth the wait.
He silences the screams of pain
From horrors fought by darkest thoughts
He whispers comfort through the rain
As storms obscure the peace and faith
He breathes inspirations I can’t contain
Sensations so amazing they sing praise
He comforts the heart who is fearful
With promises of joy, hope and strength
He pierces the darkness that is tearful
Assuring in hues of mercy and blessing
He brings a light of love that is cheerful
Abounding in courage and positivity
He baptizes the soul in feelings of grace
Awakening dreams in brilliant hues
He warms the spirit with a tender embrace
Dripping kindness across every thought
He stills all the worry and doubt in the face
Heartening, healing and uplifting dispositions
He gentles the storms and eases all cares
With His glorious love, compassion so alive
He raises the spirits with wonders He shares
Answering prayers with assurance so certain
He sends us miracles like angels unawares
Stirring up dreams that fill our hearts with bliss
He sings to the heart and soul, urging our praises
Arousing the darkest night with stars so ecstatic
He writes His story on our spirits, in words and phrases
Sending us His love on the legends that astonish
He paints His world in hues so beautiful it amazes
Coloring the earth in visions so abundant and radiant
He is my heavenly Father and I am His child
Without His glorious love, I wouldn’t know His Son
He went to the cross so that I could be reconciled
Made right with the One who brings me sweet peace
He is the way, the truth, the life…, the One who smiled
Inspiring me to feel the wonder of His overwhelming love!
A Sacrament is an outward sign instituted by Christ to give grace
There are 7 Sacraments: Baptism, Confirmation, Holy Eucharist or Communion, Penance or Confession, Extreme Unction or Anointing of the sick, Holy Orders and Holy Matrimony
The Sacraments have the power of giving grace from the merits of Jesus Christ
The Sacraments have the power of giving grace from the merits of Jesus Christ
Some of the sacraments give sanctifying grace and others increase it in our souls
The Sacraments that give sanctifying grace are Baptism and Penance or Confession and they are called the Sacraments of the dead
Baptism and Penance or Confession are called Sacraments of the dead because they take away sin, which is the death of the soul and give grace which is its life.
The Sacraments that increase sanctifying grace in our soul are: Confirmation, Holy Eucharist or Communion, Extreme Unction or Anointing of the sick, Holy Orders, and Holy Matrimony and they are called Sacraments of the living
Confirmation, Holy Eucharist or Communion, Extreme Unction or Anointing of the sick, Holy Orders and Matrimony are called Sacraments of the living, because those who receive them worthily are already living the life of grace
He who receives the Sacrament of the living in mortal sin commits a sacrilege, which is a great sin, because it is an abuse of sacred thing
Besides sanctifying grace the Sacraments give another grace, called sacramental
Sacramental grace is special help which God gives, to attain the end for which He instituted each Sacrament.
The Sacrament always give grace, if we receive them with the right dispositions
We can receive Sacraments more than once, except Baptism, Confirmation and Holy Orders
We cannot receive Baptism, Confirmation and Holy Orders more than once because they imprint a character in the soul
The character which these sacraments imprint the soul is a spiritual mark which lives forever
This character remains in the soul even after death: for the honor and glory of those who are saved; for the shame and punishment of those who are lost
You may—I might—theywill—some ‘won’t’—just say:
“Living’s a walnut begging to be cracked!”
And if-or when-but why-sosoon-the impact
of such a soundstatement will hardly weigh?
on the forget- fret- fear-ful kind of gray
dispositions who dwell on the abstract
(no)tion of (this)regard or a(n/a)tacked
self sobbing in the corner of the day.—
Re—again—jected once one final more,
such spirits spurn the sense ‘security’,
to cling to cleaner, more clearly bonded
couplets.
But who when where better (core)responded
to that desperate pre-immaturity,
else than the ever further distant shore?
Feed our love,
Let it blossom,
Feed our love,
Fan its embers.
A garden of purple beauties is my delight,
A radiant and clear sky is my desire,
A night sheet embellished with dazzling lights is my longing.
A fluttering of colourful wings is my joy.
Nurturing my confidence is your warm smile,
A softer life was our beginning,
Chauffeuring my day is your embrace,
A tranquil flow was our union.
Each day further apart we drift,
Each dawn miles apart we go,
Our disparate dispositions have stirred up the tide,
Our uncommon grounds have cloaked our happiness.
November 19, 2022.