Long Expressed Poems
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The delicate eyes of a poet
see the world through the pain and joy
of their soul
where words form within its eternal space
that is unmeasurable
to feel...to sense...to ponder
with their passion's pen
to release what's felt
to feel
like the wings of birds gliding
in ethereal flight carried on the winds of emotions
that cross the eternities that lie within
and are born in the center of our being
as a wondrous wonder
to sense
as deep as an ocean
that churns and rushes to the shore
carrying thoughts without prophecy or fulfillment
to leave a measure of life's learnings
buried in the sands of our understanding
to be revealed with each incoming tide
of reflection and thought
to ponder
this light of wisdom found in the darkness
like a lantern held above the head
to guide the poetic verse with enlightenment
following a trail of words never before expressed
yet, are found scattered in our eternal universe
waiting to be plucked from their layer of dark
and placed in such a manner to fulfill a poet's purpose
where expressions become layered clouds
releasing the rains of their fullness
to nourish the buried seeds of our pains and joys
so they may bloom and flourish as a poem
that touches the lives of others
so they may understand their pains and joys
Praises are for my God, my Protector and Provider
Saviour, Sanctifier, Sustainer by His grace-satisfaction
Ascertainer along truth's approval
Lover with His compassionate leadership
Mover of my faith maneuvered through His miracles.
Powerfully, the Lord propels my service-propped prayer
Settling surely redemption of my soul
Affirming His testimonies' assertions
Listening to my supplications expressed in His light
Mercifully meeting my needs every moment.
Peace my Saviour grants as I stay in His presence
Security around Scriptures' strength
Armor against adversaries and afflictions
Lessons biblically lifted toward building lives
Meaningfulness of my bliss' mirth.
Psalm 106:1 Praise ye the LORD. O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.
September 13, 2019
To find that place where wanton needs abide
where you enclose the secrets of your mind
Unchartered realms where fantasies reside
I'll travel deep these treasured truths to find
I'll~go~the~distance~
I'll go where none has left a single trace
for you have not allowed an entrance there
yet every hindrance I will bravely face
until I lie your soul before me...bare
I'll~~go~~the~~distance~~
The crevice of your heart I will explore
I'll go much deeper than you realize
No matter what I find, I'll still adore
the man who brings me heaven in his eyes
I’ll~~~go~~~the~~~distance~~~
I’ll mine illicit gems you have suppressed
for fear that some might find them untoward
Each one I’ll bring to light, fully expressed
I’ll watch as you delight in my reward
I’ll~~~~go~~~~the~~~~distance~~~~
I’ll go the distance, for you are to me
The impetus that makes this heart to beat
I’ll go the distance, and I’ll set you free
You’ll find yourself in me and be complete
I’ll~~~~~go~~~~~ the~~~~~distance~~~~~
Eileen Manassian
gods-book.com
As we become older and unsure of the time we have left,
We reflect on the memories of the legacy that we’ve expressed.
We sometimes question the way we acted when it was unpleasant,
Wishing it was more positive than our memory at present.
But we’ve all acted and done things we wish we could take back,
Using actions and words that could have been better served with a little tact.
The thing to remember is not all you think you did wrong,
Instead, think of all the good and charity you did, all your life long.
The people we touch is probably greater than we can imagine,
Because it goes beyond those who knew you and saw your passion.
Because people act differently from something they saw in you,
Changed their reaction and influenced people, they knew.
In the same way, they were envied and changed other’s views,
And this happened, touching those people and their views too.
You touched someone and changed who and how they are,
And then they too changed others’ making your legacy go far.
No need wishing to change that which we would like to take back,
Because it too becomes positive to those that saw its impact.
If it was something they noticed as negative and unthoughtful,
Wouldn’t it likely keep them from treating others equally awful?
This is true whether our legacy is from things either good or bad,
Effecting countless others who were touched by the life that you had.
Only God knows how many were touched by you, no matter its meaning,
And could be, it was his intention, a reaction from him intervening.
He uses us in ways we may not be able to understand,
To change the way others think, somehow according to his plan.
Our lives are not our own and that is something we should all know,
Because God uses us for his purpose, and he is in control.
Don’t be concerned with how you’ll be thought of after you depart,
Because your legacy is the sum of all the good that came from your heart.
Just know you are loved by all your family, acquaintances and friends,
And your love and goodness will make you remembered long after your life in heaven begins.
I rose early for a change,
these days I am not subject to the madness on the highway range.
Today though I had many assigned to do tasks
and hurried to start the car as others passed.
There in that moment of anticipation
the car expressed gurgled intense hesitation
and all the lights came on in a flicker of warnings
this was not a great start to my morning.
There I stood outside the door
frustrated and discouraged with the chore
and you pulled in the driveway just behind me
with a cup of coffee and the mechanical know how tree.
You jiggled this and tweaked that
knowing just where everything was at.
Then as quickly as the rising dawn
I was on my way and you were gone.
Thank you, friend, you forgot your coffee.
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
John Ruskin, 1853
With innocent bewilderment
she surveyed her new abode
midst warm welcome of strangers
introducing themselves with sweet assurance
asserting, “We are your family --- starting today.”
Such captivating innocence
would soon grip my heart
when she candidly confronted me
with this question I found it hard to explain to a six year old…
“Why are you now my Mommy; why so?”
Illumining her innocence with truth I prayed to impart
my soul reached out to her, cognizant of her status
as one among our orphanage residents...
I knew then --- she felt my care, and that of my fellow staff
along our reverberating, “We love you;
yet God loves you so much to bring you here.”
Her innocence vis-à-vis home verities has been enlightened
through pieces of life realities along Scriptural precepts:
her exposure to relationship-fragments
as well as her tastes of togetherness-crumbs
enabling her not to be ignorant about genuine family essence…
In her Senior High graduation* testimonial speech
she jubilantly expressed:
“I thank God for granting me a family**
through the Orphanage…”
Meeting her teary eyes
revealing her gratefulness
my vision with faith’s lens
beholds her --- as a precious blessing
the Lord is perfecting by His workmanship.
*Graduation ceremony was on August 31, 2020.
**Psalm 68:6 God setteth the solitary in families…
September 1, 2020
2nd place, "All The Little Pieces" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 9/3/2020.
Bob Dylan, Woke
I can’t help but digress
When Bob Dylan expressed
(And consider gender sexist),
“How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?”1
They say he was the voice of a generation,
A poet deserving of privilege
And a Nobel Prize in Literature.2
Step back and contemplate his self-portrait,3
The mask of woke; pick, choose, and pass.
And I look at myself and reflect,
That Bob Dylan’s self-portrait
Is just a reflection of myself.
***
References:
1 “How many roads must a man walk down, before you call him a man”, from Bob Dylan’s song “Blowin’ in the Wind”, written by Bob Dylan in 1962 (Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia).
2 In 2016, Bob Dylan was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature “for having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition”, by the Swedish Academy in Stockholm, Sweden.
3 Columbia Records record album cover, Bob Dylan, “Self Portrait”; released in 1970, Bob Dylan, painter. (photo, MoMA).
“And the very God of peace sanctify you wholly; and I pray God your whole spirit and soul and body be preserved blameless unto the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ.” 1Thessalonians 5:23 of the King James Bible
Calm spirit from Christ’s peace sublime
propels triumphant progress climb
Faith serenely ascending high
vanquishes unbelief good bye
Mind fretting due to anguish pain
seeks solace in the Lord’s grace gain
Soul’s tranquility to reach-out
exudes joy against doubt and pout…
Heart resting in quietude’s hope
asserts God’s security scope
Body of blessed wellness zest
serves with strong, steadfast healthy best
Vision focused midst blurry blight
views glory of heavenly sight
Countenance of forgiveness-flow
radiates jubilation-glow.
Gratitude in prayer stillness
smites disturbing restlessness
Worshipful poise shuts sorrow’s noise
when praise-choice overcomes guilt-voice
Helpfulness’ gesture of warm smile
ripples kindness for second mile
Love expressed by comforting cheer
silences thumps of lurking fear.
January 22, 2022
2nd place, "C Form - Couplet" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 1/30/2022.
I observe the sway of the grass
In moments I'm feeling crass
An identity may be found at the rainbow
But how would I ever really know
Imprisoned by gnarled branches so strong
I wonder how it all went so very wrong
When I was young I believed in love
But now I know affection is cast off like a glove
And a heart full of love is destined for hurt
It's just another damned thing to subvert
I'm so terrified I'm going to go one and done
That I can no longer have any fun
My face has the pessimist's pallor
And in truth I exist without valor
Fear made my confidence disappear
And to my peers I must seem so very *****
If love truly is so fleeting
What was the point of our meeting
Memories swell in my heart
And each of my feelings is ripped apart
When a heart breaks it's not very fair
Because you take most of mine without a care
And I'm left with just a marginal little thing
That no longer has the ability to sing
When you're depressed and a man it seems nobody cares
And expressed feelings earn you only befuddled stares
And now in my heart chamber there is only a casket
Having blown my one and only gasket
So I just bend down and observe the grass
In moments I'm feeling crass
The inerrancy of the bible enrages me,
Boils my blood, riles me and angers,
Makes the interpretation prerogative limp,
Nullifies that interpretation bud passed onwards,
From every author who’s not embarrassed.
You read knowing the art of literature,
Is in its reader’s agreed distance from the writer,
Knowing your book’s rationally contrived,
Aware of your right to read it your own way,
Understanding the possible word play.
The bible is not authored in any way whatsoever,
Has many different historical authors, contributors,
’Twas compiled by the Nicean committee,
Maybe, by a group of intellectuals deep,
So that Jesus and an insight we could keep.
Computer Science confronts with dares,
Regarding your view of the written word,
Makes fundamentalists intrepid and silent,
About their author god who cheers and assists,
Even when reading the text, when reason so persists.
Computers let you delete certainties, things,
Change and edit completed documents,
Tell you that you’re human and creative,
Welcome your attempts, errors and mistakes,
And give fundamentalists the quiet quakes.
All inerrancy will do is frighten you and scare,
Vanquish your reason with its complementation,
Evade form for an augmented version of it,
Which will emerge as a differently defined structure,
Worth neither solidification nor the puncture.
There are no wrong actions with my computer,
No thought or situation that can’t be expressed,
No colour unavailable on the rainbow palate,
No code not writable, not fixable or reworkable,
No desire inconceivable, that’s not addressable.