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We Are The Stardust Men
Dedicated to T.S. Eliot
We are the stardust men,
the wayward stardust catching men,
dalliances of mind and shadow occur openly,
As we have cast off our anchors
And await the tidal sway,
The open expanse of deep landscape,
Beckons the siren call.
We are the seeing men, the blind
far-sighted beauty-seeking tin men;
repercussions of old laws and rituals,
like drowning petrels, hundreds of them,
dot the landscape.
Where, oh where in the excrement of human habitation,
the many-layered strata of ham-fisted movements
did we fall out of our fantasies,
like stones from the shallow well.
We are the stardust men, looking for an atomic biscuit.
We are the rocky and mortar men,
Made of skin and water and fear;
Ham-fisted soul searchers, dressed in layered strata,
The stardust men,
Wrapped in haze and cloud,
As smoke wafting upward, streaming outward,
Unlike the tides clockwork geared up and locked in,
the conditioned we, breaking free,
Leaping out of the trees;
We are the blue-sky looking men,
the running free, cloud-seeking breathing men,
out to find brazen perfumes in the stunted dooryard,
out to seek other floral arrangements in the embrace.
We are the stardust catchers,
The brazen thumb tappers upon lost trellises,
All nets and hooks, attempting to catch
an elusive ambiguity.
Triumphant quest fires fulfillment zeal granted by the Lord Who deserves the best from His children. By the poet
Quest
With zest
To do best
For God so blest
Draws* me nigh His breast
Geared up toward faith’s crest
Serving well midst heart’s earnest
While reaching-out against pride’s test
Declaring h o p e to those sin-oppressed
Cheering the gloomy to rise from guilt-pest.
Living for the Lord kindles my quest’s flame
Since He redeemed me to bear His name
Freeing my soul from evil game
To have e t e r n a l life claim
Midst pardon against shame
Thus, I now proclaim…
Christ’s loving fame
Props my frame
For same
Aim.
*James 4:8 Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you.
Etheree with rhyme
April 1, 2023
Honorable Mention, "Writing Challenge - 'Q' Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 4/2/2023.
I’ve endured pain & I know what it’s like to struggle.
Refusing to be a statistic while rumbling in this jungle
Felt like I was drowning, gasping for air.
Reaching for a safety net that wasn’t even there.
Naysayers in my ear, made me almost lose sight.
Manifesting affirmations because I got to get it right.
Game airtight in this game called life.
They say I’ve changed, but life changed me.
Never second character always giving, main character energy.
Back been against the wall more times than 2.
I make it look easy, but you couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes.
I’m like a wilted flower but still I bloom.
Success is my only option, failure no room.
Finally discovered broken crayons still color
Destined for greatness, get my strength from my mother.
See I’ve been doubted before, that motivated my drive.
You can tell I got motion; you see how I glide.
Key in the ignition, geared up ready to drive.
I mean of course I done failed, but I got up every time.
See my scars tell a story!
It’s like the old saying goes, “No pain no glory.”
My past was my building blocks.
Nowhere left for me, but the top.
Threw dirt on my name & flowers grew.
Striving for success as if on queue
See delay does not mean denied.
Journey been lopsided yet I survived.
With a smile on my face, took my lick and I strived.
Don’t count me out, pressure applied!
Freely surmounting impediment hill
My special child propels himself with mirth
Geared up well by his wheelchair journey thrill
Signifying another milestone worth.
Behold his triumphant contagious glee
Toward great well-being zest, he does flee
Perspiring, exuding thanksgiving spree.
Such to me is a miraculous sight
Highlighting answered prayer of faith’s might
Assured by divine grace against doubt’s blight.
Trusting the Lord, I keep peaceably still
Assisting my son to enrich his dearth
So he can be what God wants him to be
Victoriously* soaring for progress height.
*1Corinthians 15:57 …Thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
February 19, 2023
6th place, "STRAND PREMIER NO 1196" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/11/2023.
for my gentle handsome son, Keith Andrew-
The young Canadian goose was lost in flight,
Not knowing which way to turn-
Now he depended on instinct and sight,
And what he had already learned-
The clouds engulfed all his air space,
And for the skein his heart did yearn-
They were migrating north in springtime,
Towards their nesting grounds to return-
He was sure he could navigate the course,
But he really needed to see-
For now it was against time that he raced,
Hoping that soon with them all he would be-
He flew at an altitude of 3,000 feet,
the migration height that geese fly-
’but then remembered on some occasions,
they’d go up 27,000 feet in the sky!
He tried to get his bearings,
by estimating their rate of speed-
Canadian Geese cover 1,500 miles a day,
He’d have to fly faster to succeed-
KA, with courage geared up,
and charged right through the distant clouds-
He spotted black feathered necks and feet,
and heard lots honking that was loud-
His father was in the lead,
of the “V” formation that geese fly-
His mother was right behind,
Asking, “Where did he go and why?”
The young Canadian goose remained in back,
Until all of them touched the ground-
Mother emerged from the gaggle with glee,
Happy her son was found-
Mom and father were together for life-
In the geese world that’s how it goes-
Now it was KA’s time to find a mate,
He made it just in time to propose!
Two rivals meet after long time,
The battleground set for a thrash,
Defying age, not in their prime,
They're geared up for a summit clash;
It's a tense atmosphere down there,
Stadium filled with fired up fans,
There's great excitement in the air,
Best friends have changed to battling clans;
Combat's shifting from side to side,
Both, champions in their own right,
Every shot keeps turning the tide,
Let's see who wins this final fight;
Now, fighting for that crowning point,
Which will conclude play in action,
Game. Set. Match. What an effort joint!
Roger in tears. Eighteenth slam won.
02/15/17
(Note: This poem is about the title clash between Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal in the Australian Open, 2017)
Abiding in God and in His faithfulness, I shall be like a tree* of fruitfulness
Blessed to do His perfect will, planted along His righteousness
Called to conform toward Christ against worldliness
Driven toward His triumph midst blissfulness.
Ever-upheld by the Lord by His river of provisions’ flow
Freed indeed from grip of worthless vanity-blow
Graciously geared-up to worship with glow
Hoisted for faith-ascent, I go and grow.
Instilled with divine nature with my roots absorbing great spiritual nurture
Jubilantly, I keep on reaching-out while staying in spiritual pasture
Kindled to practice kindness with caring goodness-culture
Loving, marked by the Saviour’s compassion-feature.
Moved by the Almighty, I press on toward service-fulfillment height
Nourished as His tree, bearing sweet fruits of heavenly delight
Offering myself fully well with obedience of optimized might
Persevering to exalt Him, basking in His light.
*Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. But his delight is in the law of the Lord; and in his law doth he meditate day and night. And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
May 18, 2024
2nd place, "A - TYPES OF FORMS" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 5/25/2024
Abiding in God’s faithfulness*, I live for Him
Blessed to do His perfect will along His righteousness
Called to conform toward Christ-likeness…
Driven toward His triumph!
Ever-upheld by God’s faithfulness, I’m thankful
Freed from grip of vanities’ worthlessness
Graciously geared-up to worship Him sincerely…
Hoisted for faith-ascent!
Inspired with God’s faithfulness, I continue in His teachings
Jubilant in reaching-out to others midst constraints
Kindled for achievements, meaningfully fruitful…
Loving Him while labouring with commitment’s joy!
Moved by God’s faithfulness’ might, I press on for service-fulfillment
Nurtured to grow in His grace, led by His light
Offering myself with obedience optimized…
Persevering to do my best ways for His name’s exaltation!
*Psalm 36:5 Thy mercy, O LORD, is in the heavens; and thy faithfulness reacheth unto the clouds.
October 8, 2018
1st Place, "LATE OCTOBER 2018..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 10/25/2018.
Midst oppressive Summer season
“Come now, Fall” is my heart’s yearning
With prayer-plight of faith’s lesson
Since I trust God’s perfect planning
For life pursuits’ vital learning.
I thank God* for Summer breeze-blows
Reviving spirits for service
Prepared for Fall’s stewardship glows
Along assured provision-promise
Vanquishing gloom of dearth’s crisis.
I look forward to as always
God’s grace during Fall’s occurrence
Toward glad transformation days
Geared-up for goodness’ prevalence
Brightened with hope’s iridescence.
*Romans 7:25 I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord...
August 29, 2018
In The Mood For Love Again
Insomnia comes on again
Night slows the pace of nature
The show girls hit the clubs
Hide from love
Ethereal sounds fill the air
Music comes from everywhere
On Tuesdays drinks are free
Only police can keep the peace
Drunks walk the streets like zombies in a sleep
For hours finding nothing there
Ordinary couple’s watch their children slumber
Remembering when they themselves were younger
Love would fill their waking hours
Over bridges and past the mighty towers
Vigilance and light would guide them on their walks
Eternity was always with them in their secret talks
As they found their favorite bar
Geared up to party near and far
And give the night a chance to find romance
Intrinsic in loves eternal dance
Night clubs fill in that void to love again once more
5/16/14 Acrostic -In the mood for love again contest