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soft subtle joy suffused grace
vibrant reflections of a poets face
imbibing and infusing joyous exuberance
myriad love hues of heats bubbling innocence
we recall her published works with pleasure
a favourite of mine titled ‘a token gesture’
oh dear Carolyn, as fated, you have left us too soon
we remember you fondly looking at yonder moon
although you are gone, to your words we swoon
there is a poignant stillness pervading the air
magic of joyous cadence with which all pair
14-August-2021
Contest : Tributes To Carolyn
Sponsor : Constance La France
Sinking into the abyss of images,
Slowly breaking through the silence,
Grief splintered heart,
Graying, swollen like a moment
Who dreads the past, the way hope
Dreads the fated portrayal of shadows,
Blazing distant thunder through the spirit,
Remembering the fears, the tears, the years….
Silently roaring, like a heavy doubt
Layered in need, worried
Compromised only by the stardust’s color
Raging through the twilight,
Embracing the soul who knows
Soundless songs, graceful and glorious
Like the melodies of forest,
Trees pouring with quiet leaves,
Rustling, soaring, dancing with their autumn scenes…
Miracles and wonders, brilliant promises
From those who know the love,
Love melting every heart,
Love, intimate and alive,
Love, whispered and sighed,
Realizing that even the night denies
Just how beautiful this hope who has come,
This moment, homespun, embracing
Kissing away the doubts, the demons
Who reach through the flames of hell’s panic….
It is time who clings to the surface of a dream,
Raining down light, lingering with insight,
Grace rising in the mists of a morning,
Remembering what it means to love more than anything,
To love so that even the moon and stars blame the seas
Salty tears, lessons in belief, feeding on the echoes
Prayers prayed for the souls who can see,
Souls who just agree – love means we believe,
Love means we’re forever free – because of love that came to bring…
The Son of God, the One who saves
The One who knows me better than I know myself
The One who loves me even when I feel so much doubt
The One who fills me with a hope that stills the dark
The One who colors me in light that never dims,
The One who came to assure me, with Him, I’ll forever live,
With Him, I’ll know what it means to see…
Beyond the shadows, the darkness, the needs,
Into the love that brings unending peace,
Love that is more than a word, a belief – love that is a someone…
He is the Prince of Peace
And, this Christmas, I need to sing His song…
Love, love, love – Love for every heart
Love that never leaves or leaves out,
Love that fills the soul with music that surely shows
He is the answer to each prayer,
The entire reason for this joy so rare,
The love that proves God will always care!
"Can you see Fred, Rita?"
Were the only words spoken.
The caring nurse said them
Whilst I was consumed
by a torrent of tears
My eyes shed with shame.
My frame was rocked by
That final breath she took
As she left my World.
I should have been strong,
My spiritual understanding
Should have held my hand
In just the way I had
mentally held hers...
tucked beneath the crisp
White hospital sheets.
Instead I had stroked
Her smooth cool forehead.
Such gentle stroking
Hopefully imparting peace
And helping remove fear.
Here was the fated comma
Preceding 'goodbye' full stop.
These were her life's
Final moments, predicted
By the doctor who had called
And advised me to come.
I hung on that doctor's words,
And dared to whisper
She should not fear death
She should just 'let go'
Her struggle, her past,
The pains she'd endured,
Her life long story
Now come to an end...
A new story just beginning.
She must have heard me.
She must have listened,
Even fully understood,
For there was no drama,
Nothing to mark the moment
Save for no new breath
following the last.
© griffonner 2022
First Things First
Keep your words close
— but your feelings closer
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
From Afar ...
Absence severs
as well as death
With haunted longing
— and deep regret
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Beyond Sound
A canon fire’s
a man is deafened
Trapped in memory
— the music plays
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Until Light
Everywhere
there’s shadows
the trick
is to outrun them
They’re sure to place
their dark embrace
till light receives
— its summons
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Cowboy Up
Atop the bull
eight-seconds loom
The crowd and lights
go silent
The chute is opened
his eyes enraged
all life
— within this moment
(PBR Finals: Las Vegas: October, 2025)
The Sweetest Light
Make no contract
with time
It heeds
no ethic
Born in chains
to die
its shackled lock
defies
The truth alone
wears well
when stating its
dependence
Life looking
poorest
when it teases from
the richest state
The blamer finds
the greatest fault
with paradise
approaching
Life near the bone
the sweetest light
that hides
— within the dark
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
The Reset
To learn
is not to know
To listen
not to hear
To look
is not to see
To touch
is not to feel
To wish
is not to hope
To hunger
not to yearn
To speak
is not to say
To like
— is not to love
(The First Book Of Prayers: January, 2026)
My Legacy
The child
of my
captivity
The heir
to my
dissent
A legacy
of stone
and bars
That will’s
my life’s
— portent
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
One Day Soon
Each day without
disaster
a blessing on
the shelf
The fated winds
now still and calm
with gentle breezes
felt
But one day soon
it reckons
to prey upon
your soul
As fortune turns
against the tide
to tally
— nature’s toll
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
The Glory
The shadow of truth
is vast
The glimmer of hope
sublime
The future of life
is death
The glory of fate
— divine
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
He watches her
Smoke rising, playing against her aura
Diamonds in her eyes
Sparkling like the morning sunset
Transcendent goddess
Temple like the minions who befall her
He watches transfixed
The stillness of the day
Dressing her ghost like
Dancers parade
Praying to be the chosen
Diamonds glitter
Charade passes with no promise
Decadent smile betrays her only emotion
The curtain closes
Lesser mortals fated
Sure as day turns to night
Diamonds in her eyes
Deathly kiss, as wolves howl in the night
Clouds free, as the moon searches
Transcending light finds shadow awaiting
Diamonds sparkle
Wolves frenzied as audience is given
Diamonds shine bright
Souls searching for the afterlife
Betrayed by her aura
Coals burn brightly
And the wolves are sated
Dark clouds in the distance
Diminish the burning light
The morning asks why
He watches, transfixed
Diamonds in her eyes.
(sing it to the tune of "Cruella DeVil" from Disney's 101 Dalmatians)
There was a Govenor named
Kristi Noem De-Vil Oh
Kristi Noem De-Vil
Her own dog she’ll harm
there's nothing more cru-el
Kristi Noem De-Vil
Kristi Noem DeVil
She hated her puppy Cricket
with wired haired charm
Her own doggy she'll harm
Her own doggy she'll harm
deemed he was useless
like her goat valued less
So, she took the poor pup out
Not sympatico—Not even a pout
She’s made her boss proud
she shouts out loud,
Kristi Noem De-Vil
Kisti Noem De-Vil
with whom she’ll share
the Presidential ticket
Out of her mind with excitement,
chasing all those birds
and having the time of her life
was poor fated Cricket
We need strong leaders who can
do these sorts of messes
She'll bring her own doggy harm
Ranting that it’s just another day on the farm!
The Govenor may be watching too much Netflix
Perchance Wentworth an Australian series
An unhinged system for women's prison
Chicks! Chicks! Chicks!
Chorus...
If anyone out there is looking to offload
an annoying puppy or jerk-face goat
there are many rescues out there
Line of inquiry: fact or fiction? what does it mean in actuality, to be touched by spirit?
in the prolonged whisper of grace,
dewy sweetness, falling like trembling waves
across the moments, through the haze
misty dreams burning,
blessing the shadows with grace
breaking through the hesitant embrace
peace, comforting the days
hope, healing the silence – amazed
I feel the beautiful of a soul who senses
His grace, mystifying, musical, mild
as yesterday’s fated maze
a history of love who bleeds through
every fear, each tear, all the years
before I knew how it feels, the beauty
reminding me how sure this feeling speaks
singing in spite of grief
growing wise and warm and wild
like the tenderness of a poet
who finds the reason for His presence
in the air, on the heart, over the soul
where every part of the light spreads
concealing the notes, senses
unfolding and growing, glowing
across the hills – mountains thrilling
electrified by the angel’s melody
enchanting and enlightening,
concealing all the anxieties, the faded folds
of a sincerity, soothing – serenity
in spirit’s speech,
love like this is more than the reason
gestures of what it means
to give generously, and humbly
with a hand laden with hope
a heart bursting with truth
a soul full of promise… it’s love
the spirit’s song, on wings who flow
amid the sensations of grace
far more alive than destiny’s light
far more wonderful than I can find
in the memories, the moments
blended into the quiet spaces
where I see Him,
His light glowing softly
unfading as the glistening
of a star strewn heaven,
more potent than the serenity
found in His sweet presence.
He is love
He is peace
He is grace
and I believe
He is more than words can breathe
He is more than tears can weep
He is more than just a sense of home
He is the home that I’ll always keep
He is the home where love is so sweet
He is the home where I linger and believe
my destiny is found in such gentle peace
my purpose is known – with Him
I’ll forever be… living, not just a dream
but the life that God intended for me!
Any foodie on the brink
Of getting moody thinks
Of the dear dairy panacea
The culinary kinks
The cultural links
Gourmet high jinx
Of no.. not Cullen skink
CHEESE
As drinks clink then sink
Where the nods & the winks
Go to the food of the Gods
The stuff that really really stinks
CHEESE
A noble global endeavour
Arty farty dolcelatte party
Comte & cheddar
Smutty nutty double header
CHEESE
Palette caged by a rare
Cave aged Gruyere
Who can forget..appetite whet
Heat light stand manned..expands..
Milky glue or is it silky Moo Goo
Fanned..hands pulling strands
Eat not..planned fondue
Best damned bet
Always get a Raclette
CHEESE
Prouder of Gouda
Or louder Parmesan fan
Even when its powder?
Tilting to the built in love
For Stilton.. never wilting
Hard the calling card
Or more a Roquefort sort
Taught soft held aloft
French can’t bench moulds
Aristocratic blue vein
Dramatic wench holds court
Emphatic stench & stain
CHEESE
Whatever floats your boat
Maybe Goat gets your vote
Or those in the know
Gloat..chose sheep & Manchego
CHEESE
Young or well hung
Given time in the cellar
But won’t sneer at Paneer
Mozzarella can be stellar
Even give a damn
About dear Madame Edam
CHEESE
If you're of that whining ilk
Got that dining disease
Opining it’s just mouldy milk
Having a dig..you big tease…
Well won’t try to appease
CHEESE
Wary of the not rated
Scary squirting lube
You squeeze with ease
Flirting fairy out of a tube
Ill fated.. pre grated or
Diced into a nice cube
CHEESE?
Or drastic vices
Plastic elastic slices
Could go for Dairy Lea
Fell under the Babybel spell
Or pray tell maybe
Its Le Vache qui Rit
CHEESE?
Always a winning wheeze
Ideal at the beginning
Or end of a meal
No ratty ways of thinning
Natty diets lose to fatty riots
Choose ways of sinning
A ruse to amuse..
MORE CHEESE PLEASE
He says grinning
P.S If eating cheese before bed
Gives you a crappy nightmare
So what if you have fed
On cheese in these dreams
No scrappy schemes in your head
Led to days with rays of sunbeams
Teams of happy memes instead
Well it seems only fair
Birth Of The Askance
The odor of the cigarette scent lingered in my room
Some silence was even impossibly heard
Though unseen, felt was the vastly eyes of the moon
Seemingly awaiting, for a much awaited word
Times like this, the shadowing walls dances of death
Darkly hidden yet was careful to still be felt
Will the dance begone, shall breathe my last of breath?
Yet I voice not for the aid of help
It becomes a need or rather a desire
Be it shadows or some nightly spirits to just take me away
An urging lust burns with alluring fire
I fear not death, but to live another day
How much longer before the next coming hour
I close my eyes, listening to the ticks… then counting
Yet the clock ticks unevenly with an uneven number
And the time that struck, was an unearthly thirteen
Upon hearing the awakening chants from the fallen angels
Shadows amongst dissolve most immediately into the dark
A pair of green illuminates beyond the children of the devil
And having found was but tranquil in my heart
The lyrical incantations grew increasingly loud
And the fallens cleared a path to welcome their Great One
When finally he emerge, spanning his wings so proud
And a moment more, the unbearable echoing became calm
“Of those who knew, lies a few
A prophecy is proven true
Why yearn for death, if death itself will find its way?
Is death no longer feared as of ancient yesterday?
Yet this hex, bridges one of many reasons we encountered tranquil
Already an ill-fated destine, before even our meeting is fulfill
The only difference is… I now speak without a voice
Yet to you, perhaps fortunate to still be engiven a choice
The time has come for me to reveal the forbidden
An undeniable sin, which is meant entirely to be forgotten”
{It never did occur what fresh air was smelt like
There were only the stains of blood and bones of white
The wasteland bore grounds of ancient tombs
Everywhere the promising of life and death were always soon
Bodies of uncountable thousands lay either wounded or dead
Those dying were not rejuvenated, those living lay low on their heads
Every light only births a new beginning
Every night only promises a new awakening…
When you see monsters snarling at you
From those same clouds which you thought
You would ride seated upon mighty unicorns
When you hear swallowed gulps
From those whom fate has willed to walk
Beside you, going towards the same destination
But having to experience life from their own world
Just close your eyes, breathe in
And allow scenic views to paint themselves
Upon your unique canvas,
Allow your flowers to bloom to exquisiteness
In your own secret garden
Allow your music to compose itself
And play of itself as majestically
As would a symphony upon a cosmic stage,
Allow yourself to consistently move
Towards your fated destination
Without being in competition with anyone but thriving
In your given freedom, letting steady consistency be the medium
To guide you and to allow the end result
To play itself in your favour
As majestically as life itself can be!