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Before the beginning of time when Chaos ruled Hell and Night
Into the depths of this Cosmos, a Paradise, perfectly placed.
Above this darkness, a heaven drawn forth in a burst of light
Before the beginning of time
From the Garden of Eden, henceforth, Adam and Eve were disgraced
Lo! A fallen angel changed himself to a serpent in Eve’s sight
Banished, they fled before God to a wilderness, forever displaced.
Forbidden fruit had shown them the difference of wrong from right.
In Pandemonia, Demons conspired, sin and death be interlaced.
God sacrificed his Son to save them - from Hell's eternal plight.
Before the beginning of time
Suzanne Delaney
For Suzette Crous
Roundel Competition
Let me whisk you back to an enchanted land
Come fly with me, please take my hand
To a day and age before history's dawn
Many, many long years ago
Feast your eyes upon phantasmagoric sights
Shooting stars at mid-day, rainbows at night
Verdant green meadows, vast rolling lawns
Many, many long years ago
Forests filled with towering trees, laden with fruit
Of eye-popping size, bursting with juice to suit
Sweeter than nectars from the gardens of Babylon
Many, many long years ago
Rubbing your eyes in wonder, you espy Adam and Eve
Two-legged animals stroll by; they can speak, you perceive
Breathe a deep sigh, weep for an Eden that's gone
Many, many long years ago
Inspired by --
Repeating Refrain Poetry Contest
(Not a contest entry)
WARRIORS AND LOVERS
Warriors and lovers are one; both are in hot pursuit
Of their targets; that’s why all is fair in war and in love.
Distance makes them fall in and nearness makes them love;
And sobering live-ins make their home just business suit.
They fight, to win, to entertain, to practice, and wear suit
In action; their acts often play out in theaters, Oh- by Jove,
And the end is delivered too, there; Kings or Monks, love
Chase them all, either they resist or surrender in suit.
It all started once in heaven and all creations follow suit
In bitter rivalry ‘tween Snake and Man with a fruit and a love
For only one Eve; so, say marriage is made there or is it love?
To dwell there in Eden, you need love, no claim by lawsuit
Does love end in wedlock? Nay; locks open for many human affairs,
But love treks on beyond locks, unlocking, even in hell, heavenly affairs.
On the face of a white Lilly
I saw countless pearls
Glaring with sunlight
Like diamonds under the light
From with in the shining blobs
I saw tiny images of the clouds too
They too were shining in the sun
Made an amazing picture
With in the diamond pearls
Flowers began to wiggle
Delighted by that portrait
And gave such a luscious aroma
As if Eden was near by
I looked up and saw in real
A sweet image from with in
The clouds as it giggle
I smiled along the universe
The Sun was rising and it was thirsty
So it started drinking the dew
Pearls began to evaporate
Fragrance was no more
The clouds were still there
But the pearls were gone.
Day was at its peak
But the life was no more
And the mist was getting dense
(Paghunda)
Community of the Campfire
David J Walker
I
I’d forgotten the scent of the campfire
And its sense of mystery and
Community for the few who
Were invited to its borders
Offering its view of a flame
Named eternity
If only it could be harnessed and
Deciphered
II
Mother and Father
Built a campfire near a windmill
On the loneliest road
In New Mexico
They laid out in a pallet of quilts
Under the stars
While the children slept in
The spacious back seat of
A Hudson
In the morning we gathered
At the fragrant heat of dried
Mesquite branches on fire
As Mother made a breakfast of
Dice spam cooked in scrambled eggs
III
The first thing on our arrival
At the San Isabel Campgrounds
Was to gather up the
Dry tender kindling while father
Picked out the larger branches
To make a fire
The mountains provided the pine while
He used his crossbow saw and an ax
To attack the chore as a man with experience
I watched and learned as the
Campfire burned in the pit
Later I would mimic it
IV
On crisp Autumn Sunday mornings
My love and I would sit
In our backyard Garden of Eden
By a raised firepit
Warming ourselves
As the morning sun rose
Wondering if
Adam and Eve had it so good
Anyway, we had clothes,
Hoodies and sweats
And no snakes to contend with
First and last, Mom's parasite,
resonantly peaceful tumor
with built in obsolescence.
Then, a moment between exodus
from symbiotic womb
into Earth's promised Eden,
democratic trees for GoodLife
and not autocratic EvilDeath.
Then time to exhale again
one last self-regulating
timeless
fertile eternity,
regenerous nativity.
In between, economically driven politicians
hoping to improve our cooperative tribal improvisations
on Gaia's liturgical soul-dance theme
With occasional speaking parts
after learning deep-listening wholes
on EarthTribe's polycultural
life and death
light and dark
revolving stage
Reproducing embryonic ego-tumors
with built-in obsolescent peace;
a moment between dancing exodus
and cooperatively sung regenesis.
FLORIDA NATURE
Sky-high beech trees tower my head; big parasol to earthly grounds
Sun smiles gold drenching blue skies; warm breeze whish swaying luscious leaves
Nature tickles round brown eyes, blushing rose hugs Eden
Mistrels' tweet beckon ears to hear; classy stork flap it's wings to fly
River running slow, clear as crystals, rumble soft: hush and gush. . .
Bubbly creations, when will you know, our globe a heaven's rest?
Salad fishes darting across~~ watchful fellow shows haunting moves
Jolly chin-up catching around, tumbles along, giggles clang
Hopping squirrel, biting teeth clamps on fish, poor fellow screams!
Yellow blossoms blow fragrant smell; tall green bushes whispered groans and moans
brushing life atop dullness-- left to right then fast and slow
amidst this wild, how will I possess, some innocent eyes?
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***Inspired by Robert Butler's painting: WILD SYMPHONY
3:35 pm, March 05, 2015
Under the heavy sky, pierced by pale light,
I feel waves of silence in my soul,
The modern man, a wanderer within, carries
A thirst for forgetfulness, a hidden talisman.
Buried deep, far from the eternal echo,
Which whispers to him of his own smallness,
An echo clinging to the edges of nights,
A song of eternity in the heart of silence.
We run among the shadows of the day and flee,
From infinite questions in the abyss,
The infinite shows us our insignificance,
Abysses reflecting imperfection.
We seek forgetfulness in noise and light,
Man, wanting to admire himself, refuses
To look toward the starry sky, where stars
Dance the tale of eternity.
We step away from truths, step by step,
That remind us of our own transience.
We seek refuge in noise, distractions,
False victories of the self intoxicate us.
In the silence of late nights, shadows dance,
We meet the thirst for forgetfulness, a river
Flowing in our hearts, searching for the path
To peace that does not truly come.
We carry our burden like lost pilgrims,
In search of an Eden to reflect ourselves
Without fear, to look at ourselves without trembling,
Only in forgetfulness do we find the peace of being nothing.
A world that reminds us of our smallness,
We remain fragile and lost, seeking
The perfect silence that brings us comfort,
In a quietude where we find our peace.
Away from where cosy comforts are lain,
Let's learn limits of pain to cross,
Giving all conformist wisdom a toss,
Let’s kiss unknown acres of new terrain.
Pain is the way with new tools to equip,
Curiosity no heavens has e’er killed,
Without it Eve would have stayed ever stilled
In Eden Garden's confines— RIP—
Blissful, content like a well-fed sheep,
But she faced all consequences hellish,
So, let's tie unknown fears on a tight leash,
And desert ere its time no raging ship.
Let's learn limits of pain to cross,
Wait and see how frightening feels the fright—
How unbearable, the deepening blight—
Let’s give lifeboats to safer shores a toss.
As no glory there’s in a spotless shirt,
But in search for the exploits of dark night,
Let us in such times seek no rescue flight,
But in taking pride in embracing dirt.
Let’s learn to live: grey in glee with lush green,
Leave of absence to our old masks to give,
Haply in guiltless guilt to live,
To let the world see the way we have been.
And if in triumphs— paper with the pen,
If safer shores mars no morality,
Remember, pain oft pens fine poetry,
You cross when all limits of pain.
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Musings |05.02.14 |
after "Nothing Gold Can Stay" by Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down today.
Nothing gold can stay.
after poem: A Pulse Is Bound To Wane
A pulse is bound to wane,
red rhythm vibes in vein.
A stream-bed’s liquid power
still stirs when mood turns dour.
But beats do follow beats,
like cleats on city streets,
‘til red sun siphons west
throb beneath my breast.