Long Gloried Poems
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Long live in halcyon days
of yore the golden age
of my history mysteries
known to none but one.
My inner terminal washed
in ancient memory and gilded
in halcyon rays...
Of a memory remembered differently
known to none!
But one my inner sight encrusted
in a veneer of a golden age,
starting to crack
and
peel…
The Falling Away.
Reflects the truth of a mystery
burred deep in my history
like a corpse of a former life
longed to live in halcyon days...
Gloried in fading gilded rays of memories…
A lone.
Long
live
Halcyon Days!
Early summer flowering deciduous shrubs,
And I among them came and went with
Philadelphus virginalis,
Their brightening solar ships.
Its natural tendency is to grow vase-shaped,
Clipping encourages the plant to fill out
And become dense, and in my final spring
It performed beautifully, flowering prolifically.
Mock orange is not a heavy feeder.
It loves sun and reads memories
On cactus leaves with sideways glares,
Though on an "established" plant,
One should prune out about one-third
Of the old growth (the trivialities of life's Agur),
Allowing the gloried lightness of day
To seize upon bright green leaves.
Simple words left unsaid
this blindness of pride
unpinning the twine
a haunting
———-
Draping her shadow
crescents of blood
thickens to drizzle
a river of mud to
his presence
———-
Gloried divine
Savior to sole
unhealed in misery
no growing old
the revelation
———-
Centipedes crawling
pains again
poisoning floods
these misty rains
in exorcism
———-
Easing confessions
of screaming torture
reeked a misery
expelled in anger
a cleansing
———-
Unhitched by grace
serendipity flowered
this breeze to face
tendrils of love
seeped to core
is forgiven
Form:
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Like
all of life
this requires effort
perhaps more difficult
than
I could achieve today
but church hymns rang out
the wonders and the gloried awe
while in the shadows poor and sad walked
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and/ \ but
there/ \ no one
she / \ nothing
stood / O \ deterred
small / / I \ \ her purpose
frail / / \ \ not cold or rain
aged / \ neither ice nor snow
in her cumulative years
in her coat and scarf
blushing from her salty falling tears
the house itself, scantly decorated
with colored lights, green, red and blue
in her solitary steps, alone chilled and cold
she walked slow and steady from church to home
and the smile formed deep round upon her waiting face
in tinsel glow with familiar song and softest Christmas lace
one more year welcomed memories came the season of Holy Grace.
Remember the alone during this holiday season, send them a card, a gift, a flower to brighten their day and help them know, they are remembered.
Exquisite are the nights
this shadow walks to lean,
transcending did excite
feeling feeding in it teams,
ravished senses blushing
ached blessings torqued ignite
drawn enfolds in lusting
Water,Fire,Wind … Earth brightened
A rasp of gentle breath
tasting silk dripped nights,
falling sighs in little deaths
sensuous knowing sighted
No reason in the flowing
of interlocking vows,
ecstasy trapped the banging
drowned out screams of now
trickled kisses sprinkled
wicked rallied into fumes,
heating bellowed winds
spell thrown around the room
Unfurled in slowing motion
a flower in the bloom
Sweet the gentle floats
a feather in the wind
languorous is the wanting
being ravished in this sin
throwing off restraint
bedazzled witches bound
beauty in the spooning
can always be profound
Breathing in blasphemed
gloried velvet charms
glowing in the eddy’s
I am sated and disarmed
Before the cedar learn'd the speech of steel,
Or heartwood yielded to the carpenter,
Its argent rings kept covenant with the weal
Of thawing springs and every pilgrim star.
No bough begrudged the tempest what it took;
Each wound became another living book.
Then came the hands that quarried trunk from loam.
One sought a boundary where lambs might rest;
One sought a crossing, calling strangers home
Across the torrent's vehement unrest.
The timber neither gloried nor complain'd:
It served the purpose into which 'twas grain'd.
Long years I honour'd bridges for their grace,
And deem'd all fences born of timid fear,
Till autumn, in a lichen-haunted place,
Unveil'd a quieter arithmetic there.
An ancient rail, half-vestured now in moss,
Kept not one flower, yet shelter'd all from loss.
Beyond the hill a broken arch was thrown,
Its patient span relinquish'd to the stream.
The river mourn'd no less, yet journey'd on;
It would not counterfeit a perish'd dream.
Some crossings, once unfaithful to their end,
Grow holier by refusing to pretend.
Then first I saw the oak had held no will
To part the meadow or unite the plain.
No fibre cherish'd malice, good, or ill;
No grain distinguish'd blessing, loss, or gain.
The tree gave only what its nature could;
The hand alone interpreted the wood.
I search'd my heart and found, with inward shame,
How many fences I had call'd a scar,
Though they preserv'd what tenderness became;
How many bridges bore me from my star.
For every road I should have left untrod
Had ask'd my feet to wander out of God.
There are estrangements mercy ought to heal—
Proud silences no sunrise should forgive.
There are departures only fire can seal,
Lest dying falsehood counterfeit the live.
Discernment is the rarer, sterner art:
To know which timber waits within the heart.
So now I bless neither the flame nor nail,
Nor praise the wall, nor crown the spanning frame;
I ask but this when love and judgement fail:
What keeps another soul more true to flame?
For wood remembers only how to give.
It is the hand that teaches it
whether to divide—
or let another live.
A Leaf in the Woods 8-6-26
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A Leaf in the Woods
From high above the quiet forest floor
I see the memoirs of the summers passed
Frost eaten veins reveal forevermore
The remnants of a supple life’s repast.
The leaves of maples, umber oak and birch,
Here blend into a testament of life
Prophets gone, tell of once gloried church,
Their voices speak of icy winter’s strife.
Yet I still drink the saps of summer dreams
When galaxies spin through each solstice night
Their symphonies lament the lost moonbeams
Remembering their souls through forest light.
And, when for me this summer passes by
I pray my life to grace will testify.
Exquisite are the nights
this shadow walks to lean,
transcending did excite
feeling feeding in it teams,
ravished senses blushing
ached blessings torqued ignite
drawn enfolds in lusting
Water,Fire,Wind … Earth brightened
A rasp of gentle breath
tasting silk dripped nights,
falling sighs in little deaths
sensuous knowing sighted
No reason in the flowing
of interlocking vows,
ecstasy trapped the banging
drowned out screams of now
trickled kisses sprinkled
wicked rallied into fumes,
heating bellowed winds
spell thrown around the room
Unfurled in slowing motion
a flower in the bloom
Sweet the gentle floats
a feather in the wind
languorous is the wanting
being ravished in this sin
throwing off restraint
bedazzled witches bound
beauty in the spooning
can always be profound
Breathing in blasphemed
gloried velvet charms
glowing in the eddy’s
I am sated and disarmed
Speak not rose of lady youth in manner now barbarian,
In presence yet uncouth.
Unworthy of a dirt which lives traverse.
A specter of recluse, a sum indeed perverse.
Finger of defiance, solitary stone.
No right to see a sun hath ever shone.
Those agree will likewise see a darker hour.
Compassions mote wherein will stay no power.
Door of redemption, light high-gloried path,
So spilt each night in blind were I a different
Troubled mind,
Each time left un-renewed,
But never left behind.
Self-imposed injunction, writ of fear upon us all
For lessor treasons to each heart.
A scaffolding erected long before all conscious minds
Could comprehend.
Hateful bully, now forgiven, intellectually sad.
Shallow grave lain upon a lifetime lived.
Presence of a lonely heart from start to start.
Am I my sister’s keeper after all.
Could I become more than I am.
Released to choose a life I’m given.
Die a death to which all souls are driven.
What life but lonely search unknown.
Touch or sound from whence we come,
To walk upon this earth left splintered,
Shaken un-mistaken, for the life to which we’re bound.
Give me the ball, sir, I will go with pride so forth.
All iniquity done for less the worth.
I have no tear to cry.
I will love this life and all until I have no will to try
Then close my eye in awe
And taste nor tarry blood now un-remaining.
Relinquish proof of sound
To both thine ears un-staining.
Break forth, o dawn! Rise up and sing the sun
from underneath the hills into the light.
Put out the crimson fires and take a run
through azure laced with lazy wisps of white.
To sleep, o moon! It’s time for you to wane
and nestle in below the canopy.
Dear child, there is no need for you to strain
or stretch. Just rest; put off that jealousy!
Stand down, o stars, and watch above them all!
Go, fade away into the bright of day,
and light again to hold them in your thrall
when dark no longer can be held at bay.
The unseen hand thus orchestrates their course,
as they, in turn, reflect their gloried source.