Long Fidelity Poems
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1.
So I set out upon the roads
that wind through your forests and fields—
the old pilgrimage paths
where saints once sought solace.
I walk not with anger
but with a heart made tender
by longing.
2.
At Studenice, I touch the stones
that heard the hymns of women
who consecrated their lives
to silence and compassion.
At Brezje, I kneel beneath Our Lady’s gaze,
feeling her mantle stretch
over plains and mountains alike.
At Sveta Gora, the wind tells stories
older than our language.
3.
Along this road,
I see signs of hidden fidelity.
An old man tracing a cross
before lifting bread to his lips.
A young mother whispers a prayer
while her child sleeps.
A solitary bell that rings each dusk
even when no one gathers.
4.
And the Lord speaks through them all:
“My child, faith is not dead.
It sleeps in the embers
beneath the ashes of fear.
Blow gently, and it shall burn again.”
5.
So I continue my journey,
carrying a lantern of hope
into the deepening night.
Pilgrimage is not an escape
but a return—
a slow reclaiming of the soul
of the land I love.
Because in the lonely bed the virgin trembles, spurring the wind to wake from her sleep before the gates of heaven close, before we fade to ashes — and there is nothing that we do not know the true meaning of - Silivester Kiik (2026).
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The time has come
the sleepy stars
on the shoulders of the old hut
invite us—go
don't turn away.
Behind—the shadow of anger
tears our footsteps
filling the air with footsteps and dust.
The time has come
the stars never acknowledge
fidelity is theirs
because the flowers
in the bride's courtyard
— realize it
don't prophesy
let us go.
For on the lonely bed
— the virgin trembles
drives the wind
awakens from her sleep
before the gates of heaven close
before we fade to ashes
— and there is nothing
that we don't truly know the meaning of.
Atambua, March 11, 2024
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Note:
I have turned this poem into a song. However, the song is in Indonesian. You can watch it on my YouTube channel Silivester Kiik.
My Lord, I entrust myself to You…
Praising You for Your loving kindness
Saving me from hell, granting me eternal life’s greatness;
Keep me acknowledging Your graciousness.
I entrust to You my soul, my God…
Thanking You for Your sanctification daily
Cleansing me from my unrighteousness fully;
Keep me forsaking my sins with Your help totally.
My Saviour, to You do I entrust my faith…
Submitting to You my dedication
As You work for my restoration;
Keep me yielding to Your direction.
To You, my Father, do I entrust my heart…
Esteeming You as I am Thine
Striving never to depart from Your design;
Keep me obeying Your will, perfectly divine.
My Master, I entrust to You my commitment…
Pledging my fidelity to our covenant together
While You promise me Your care forever;
Keep me cleaving to You against doubts that bother.
*Deuteronomy 13:4 Ye shall walk after the LORD your God, and fear him, and keep his commandments, and obey his voice, and ye shall serve him, and cleave unto him.
June 13, 2019
Beneath fate's shadowed edge, I take my stand,
A moment granted by design's own hand.
The blade above me poised, a guillotine,
My neck upon the board, awaiting fall.
While others drift through life's unchallenged stream,
Letting time pass without a second thought,
I cannot share their luxury of ease.
If days were numbered, hours slipping by,
Would actions shift to meet the fleeting time?
Would calls be made, connections sought anew,
Or would desires still command the will?
At dawn's first light, I sacrifice and strive,
Pushing this vessel to its utmost brink.
In places dark, where trust and love may fail,
I question if this path is what I've earned.
Do I deserve respect, fidelity,
Or is this trial the portion I must bear?
Yet onward, toward a self none can replace,
I journey, trusting what's ordained will come,
And what is not will fade along the way.
There are circumstances in life
that frighten people from finding new thresholds
as the random footstep trepidates the mellow rabbit,
the immense,monumental,momentous achievements of our lives
oft commence with common & innocuous prevails
over mild and trite tribulations,
impulsions,risks,spontenieaties
are the instruments of the gallant,
the anxiety of the meek,and the ruin of the impetuous,
as discretion is the anvil of Justice,
the sage & accomplished do not seek out the epic
because they are well tempered like the hammer of Justice,
the courageously wise kiss the epic twist,
the tough,tenacious & triumphant need the epic
like stars require the dark for shine,
a castle without seige is just a large lonely home,
epic provides aspirations,
epic emotions, epic companionships, epic animosities
throw us into pits of peril and the satisfaction of survival,
inspiration,creation are Godsends not habbit,
epic pain, epic joy, epic heartache & hardship, epic strength
are the fruits of the lightning struck tree,
let the crows,and eagles rest on thee, golden habitat,
adore epic dreams, epic fidelity, epic failure and epic resuscitations,
heed the sqwuak of the shy scavangers
who mock,jeer & hide from epic presentations,
let your Soul require epic strain,stress and salvation,
without Epic there is only starving eagerness for existence
which will grind spirit upon stone of pumice -
J.A.B.
One shouldn’t be presumptuous, I know this all too well
But I’ve seen such fidelity and love as strong as hell
I’ve felt adoring eyes on me, her heart and mine are tied
Even when distracted I can feel her by my side
I’d never click my fingers like I’m beckoning a waiter
But if I did she’d be there ‘NOW’ and not sooner or later
I feel unworthy of the way she idolises me
I’m an ordinary fella, which I hope she’ll never see
Sometimes she is barred from places that we’d like to visit
But we’ll eat takeout in the park and it will be exquisite
She’s always there for me, forever at my beck and call
Yet all she ever asks of me… is that I throw her ball
Thru deliberate seductive
liaisons, ploys, and underhanded gambits,
I tendered illicit, explicit and complicit shenanigans
blatant actions to foment coital adulteration.
Ofttime these discrete liaisons found me removing
linkedin metallic keepsake symbolizing union.
Years elapsed since this spouse pledged his troth,
he sported husbandly marital vows courtesy
monogrammed nondescript ring.
Impossible mission prevails to locate complimentary
jeweled tokens bespeaking our joint monogamous fidelity.
Yours truly beset with genuine disheartened woe
no matter public affections, he never doth show
thee above stated guilty admission signifying
mine absent overtures
(indicating even marginal wedded bliss),
the missus posits as wanting from me,
a common garden variety generic Joe Schmoe.
Self awareness heightened
within mental cogs and wheels
as if of a sudden hindsight brought
into sharp focus think barely audible
high pitched squeals
nsync with and accompanied by newsreel
silently displaying story
(solely my viewing pleasure) of mein kampf
metaphorically yours truly blown to bits
while hoisting myself by own petard
vigorously spiriting and
pitching me head over heels.
Regale thee dear reader,
I strive with utmost zeal
plus cathartic to expunge, (albeit poetically)
my pathetic, quixotic,
and reasonable rhyming spiel
hoopfully mine lame literary endeavor
won't upset any spur of the moment meal
thus tis wise I beat a hasty retreat
before ye sic on me Achilles heel
versatile scouts i.e. English language
verb boss and noun sensical police,
yours truly here expert escape artist
dog gone hard to grab hold,
cuz I trumpet art of making the deal.
Proclaiming high fidelity to wife high wed
she already with child (our first)
into holy matrimony we did nervously tread
"quod erat demonstrandum"- Q.E.D.
"what was to be shown" courtesy yours truly
this once upon a time
(about two and a half dozen
Earth orbitz ago) time newlywed.
Now he frets and experiences woebegone
as testimony scratching out
yet another one of his plaintive,
quirky, somber, ridiculously shown,
herewith I attempted to communicate none
previous endeavor ever considered exemplary
yet I diligently, honorably,
and literally try to hone
elusive talent hours daily
hermetically sealed, and sequestered alone.
the ward is stamped white
a fidelity to fading, sometimes in a smear of shadows
in her corner, Lilly sits
wheelchair bound
her white hair falling
like her winks at strangers
John's arrival cuts solitude
raises Lily's soft shell of aging
their homage to love like Billboard vows
interlocked fingers that bind intimacy
till close knit words trail to song
his voice dusky
washing over Lily like cologne
Broadway tunes
"the sun'll come out tomorrow
bet your bottom dollar
that tomorrow there'll be sun"
his affecting gush of song ushers remembrance
caught in the tucked curl of her smile
stoic
remarkable
peeling back impairment
outside this place of pleading
outside what recedes to hollow
sands of life sifted into this short hour
place of togetherness
as they want it to be
one soul into another
Poem written June 6, 2023
Upon this scene of anguish, I abide no hope.
As yet, the dreary, silent, silent!
For on the eve’ of my existence.
Blood spilling... no resistance!
Duty called rendering my presence.
Tis' fidelity dwelling amid raw courage.
I felt the enemy’s arrows endeavored to discourage;
Death a most certain intolerable insistence!
Alone slumped; streams of blood runs thick!
Powerless to arouse an earthly perspective;
Subsequently set upon the narrative of my life.
By chance and the shifting sand reliving the past!
The aftermath reveals trepidation of uncertainty
My virtues, my failing, my unpleasing reflections.
Countless miles strewn with impetuosity of my youth.
Departing from this world, yet hardly saw my best of days!
My ardent spirit hopelessly unable to alter life’s course;
Unable to forgive my follies on this deadly path!
My aching heart pleading to be set free!
The soldier laid to rest!
Years of enduring passion have hastily passed
like each woman I briefly loved;
and all the images of beautiful days
bring back forgotten and faded memories...
ah, the foolish choices I made had little wisdom!
Sad heart full of regret, why have you chosen loneliness
over womanly arms who longed for warmth and caresses...
when nights make one dream of seashores embellished by stars?
Ask yourself if lust is as lasting as love, or just lingers and dies,
not caring if the other lover will be deprived of desire!
Is wishing as impossible as stepping back into my past?
Will I rely on unrealistic dreams foggier than the mist?
And should a flame warmer than any kiss engulf me...
she'll wait for my touch to inflame her and draw her to me;
will this wish be realized when no light glitters ahead?
Sad heart, full of regret spare yourself another heartbreak,
joy has been replaced by sadness making you weak;
no woman was more loved by you, but her charms remain
like images that are seen at sunrise as scarlet waves roll in!
Will tears wash away all traces and offer a last hope?
On her birthday you always send her roses as red as her lips;
and who more than you yearns for that fantasy to take shapes?
And as she opened the door she cried for joy...
what other proof did you need to test her fidelity,
if not the incredible woman she was and would have been?
Sad heart full of regret, you idolized her as Venus placing flowers
in her curly, blonde hair; won't those eyes of goddess
be softened by words of intense tenderness and think
that none of them would become as vain as a deceiving wink;
will she reappear in her satin dress and vanish as yesterday?