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Errands are available to run any time you want….confuzzled beyond belief…give us brief relief & relieve us from gripping, glad-less grief…sadness swept over us like a dust storm, spiraling like the fire in my stove-hot soul…blood zips through my veins and it’s giving me more brains to write with my eternal might with tranquility & peace in mind…clustered ruins reduce me to ash and dust…I’m not priceless as dashing cash, but to try my hardest to pass the test – I must! I must bust a move to win the audience’s attention and shake off the body-quaking sensation, leading me to falling victim to torturing tension . . . every move I make….every dollar I spend…every time I waste time…every time you lie to me instead of telling me the truth of the situation you’ve encountered or the stories you share with a fake smile of glee pasted on your moon-shaped face, I always find myself puzzled out of reason and logic! Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! Havin’ no where to write my feelings down, wearing an upside down time two frown! I drown in the tears of my sorrow…no tomorrow…for the meantime, it’s yesterday’s tomorrow…there’s so much treasure to dig up and there’s so much money to borrow still, though you still owe a few fines for an overdue book; however you have tons and tons of loans coming your way (I wanted to make your day the greatest day in your financial life, indulging you with dough and pride!)…read on & pen on, dear child…remain mild, calm, reserved and self-controlled, yet you should still be that wild child I adore with a passion so clever, playful and wild like the wonderful wind, put at ease with wishes without an end! Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! Caught under your wicked spell or a trippy trance … … … … … …I lost my train of thought & I am left to rot.
August 28 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Nahum 1-3
Key Verse – Nahum 1:7 The LORD is good, a strong hold in the day of trouble; and he knoweth them that trust in him.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GOOD STRONGHOLD
Lord God, You are my good Stronghold against attacking furious adversaries
Thank You for being slow to anger as regards my confessed bad stories
While rebuking me of my worries and doubt-caused miseries
So that I can stand before Your assured victories.
Lord God, You are my good Stronghold against pursuing grievous darkness
Thank You for being wise to counsel my mind from lurking hopelessness
While freeing me of my pride’s yoke by Your peacefulness
So that I can obey Your commands with willingness.
Lord God, You are my good Stronghold against fortifying carnality-might
Thank You for being excellent to correct my transgression-blight
While forgiving me of my confessed sins in my prayer-plight
So that I can follow Your leadership toward service-height.
Lord God, You are my good Stronghold against spoiling wicked iniquity
Thank You for being gracious to fill my nothingness and futility
While sanctifying me of my admitted void midst vanity
So that I can cling to Your truth of great certainty.
Lord God, You are my good Stronghold against hurting deceitful lies
Thank You for being merciful to correct my ties to worldly advice
While lifting me up from my stumble into materialistic device
So that I can seek first Your kingdom and spiritually arise.
Lord God, You are my good Stronghold against gripping painful affliction
Thank You for being gentle to comfort my soul midst critical situation
While helping me from selfishness and haughtiness’ destruction
So that I can stay in Your security-braced protection.
Lord God, You are my good Stronghold against terrifying breaking downfall
Thank You for being compassionate to uphold my faith from quitting call
While hedging me around Your fellowship’s blessing mall
So that I can serve by Your might, victoriously tall.
August 28, 2023
Blindingly bright: flames devour rocky:
the cliff.
Provide shape: pace matter falter:
into skiff.
Flaring lava: falls spinelike leaps:
as waterfall.
Mother nature: monstrous farce vast:
peak tall.
Roused dawn: shine grace glide:
from sky.
Sloughing paints: bright shades blaze:
the eye.
Scalding steam: flow plunge strong:
daze lava.
Erupting volcano: crater flame scent:
the java!
Defiant against: posh rough notched:
the assault
Cherry blossom: tree gripping charged:
a fault
Growing proud: bright shades stark:
the sight
Nature endearing: lovers blooms lust:
the blight
1st place contest winner
Written: March 06, 2023
Upto You Again Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Kuhlmann is a poem of two phrases interspersed with three related monosyllabic stem- words(nouns, adjectives, etc)with an integral title. The label and form are derived from the baroque poet Qiorinus Kuhlmann's special sonnet form Love-kiss XLI/ Inspired by the poem KUHLMANN the form written by Poet: Brian Strand
See “The Evil Hands of Tyranny” gripping coils and springs,
As they crush the throats and lives of all innocent people
Who cry for fairness and justice—but get only a deaf ear.
Dealing cards falsely makes a laughing stock of us all,
While we gaze at that “Dark Spirit” with his ghastly grin
And evil intentions to steal our very souls like Mephisto.
From power hungry fools—greed envelopes all who pay
Attention not to the real evil that some men do to others,
But to those who appear to be fooling themselves true.
This brings pain, suffering, bitterness—and not peace,
And disturbs mankind’s harmony and hope for a better
Existence as the rapacious “Dogs of War” are unleashed.
Twisting wars to suit underlying issues is that all-too
Occurrence in our world as the young, old, and weak
Face “The Grim Reaper” who snickers at this chance.
The rich get richer with ill regard, or even no regard for
Others not so blessed who live this precarious moment,
As the innocent endure such monstrous and virulent evil.
This manifests itself in a hideous mask of hateful deceit
And true lies toward any poor person who objects to this
Horrid reality and challenges “The Evil Hands of Tyranny.”
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (September 22, 2015)
(Unrhymed Tercet)
The Evil Hands of Tyranny
See “The Evil Hands of Tyranny” gripping coils and springs,
As they crush the throats and lives of all innocent people
Who cry for fairness and justice—but get only a deaf ear.
Dealing cards falsely makes a laughing stock of us all,
While we gaze at that “Dark Spirit” with his ghastly grin
And evil intentions to steal our very souls like Mephisto.
From power hungry fools—greed envelopes all who pay
Attention not to the real evil that some men do to others,
But to those who appear to be fooling themselves true.
This brings pain, suffering, bitterness—and not peace,
And disturbs mankind’s harmony and hope for a better
Existence as the rapacious “Dogs of War” are unleashed.
Twisting wars to suit underlying issues is that all-too
Occurrence in our world as the young, old, and weak
Face “The Grim Reaper” who snickers at this chance.
The rich get richer with ill regard, or even no regard for
Others not so blessed who live this precarious moment,
As the innocent endure such monstrous and virulent evil.
This manifests itself in a hideous mask of hateful deceit
And true lies toward any poor person who objects to this
Horrid reality and challenges “The Evil Hands of Tyranny.”
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (September 22, 2015)
(Unrhymed Tercet)
The stars will fade into the night,
A thousand things lost in the fight,
And what is left but silver light,
That soon will perish through evil's rite.
The Darkness overturned so much,
It mars what good is left, and such
Is Evil spreading gripping clutch,
It kills all things; by feel, by touch.
The battle is fought, we cannot win,
He leers at us with evil grin,
While Enemies seek foes to pin,
Doomed as we are to fail, to ruin.
The cold draws closer, and flee we must,
Abandon earth, forsake our trust,
For Death's dark greed has turned to lust,
And we can do no more for dust.
Form:
Frozen sky and frost fastened ground
In the mystique mask of departing light
They meet in the abode of those departed.
The identities dissolve in inseparable oneness
Bringing together in seamless proximity
The living and the dead
In gripping stillness and in deafening silence
In fading light and in gloomy desolateness
Of the graveyard in the wasteland reclaimed
All engraved in the consumed life’s winter frame.
Defoliated trees clad in somber grief
Stand static as the shadowless sentinels
Lest those lying beneath the stones resurrect
And fly away with the northern wind.
The children of the past born under the sun
Left behind the warmth in the distant hearts
When time came to find a place within the earth.
The lonesome bouquet laced with love not yet dead
Carries the frozen fragrance of remembrance.
The defrosted soul may rise someday as mist
Enwrap the lives enfolded within despair
Of the cold embrace of the dried drops of tear.
Written : September 16, 2017
April 24, 2020
Contest : Strand Pick D, Any Theme, Any Form
Sponsor : Brian Strand
I have a teapot from many years ago
From where I grew up, taken by the under toe
That stole me, from the days that I had there
Where I could be free and play everywhere
I also have the baby spoon from the early days
When later devilish wind took us separate ways
The new times were bad, with fear day and night
Gripping stuffed animals, holding onto them tight
So, I think back to the beginning; where the teapot came from
I pick memories like flowers and then hold onto some
The teapot whistles stories that no-one ever heard
I will keep on writing through it, with every single word
From the bright start of morning, to the dark fallen night
The words will travel on, beyond every new sight
I was there to see the teapot then and here to see it now
The painted flowered teapot and I, survived it all somehow
Heidi Sands
9/25/17
Fear eats within my soul
unknown moments where failure is
agony collapses giving away
falling swiftly downward stopping hard
black iron lines angles down
parallels joined in molten bonds
repeating rolls identical bars
anchors are driven securing strong
jagged sharp edges down to doom
to bite hard into yielding flesh
fear of slipping stumbling falls
pounding apart in trembling flesh
seizing gripping clinging strong
carefully edging descending down
memories of failure weaken resolve
need to forces onward going down
straight lines bend in weakening curves
strength is yielding giving away
fear is rebounding eating away
resolve is weakening yielding to fear
careful slow movement continues down
nearing an end carefully sought
freeing from dread at journeys end
escaping too briefly at dangers end
The Trio
Sitting in your wheel chair – no one caught your eye;
Your posture saying – so alone - leave me here to die;
Meeting the pain, the loneliness, living in your face –
Cold despair gripping your soul – no one could erase.
Wandering on the city streets – calling sidewalks your home;
A heavy pack upon your back – everything you owned;
But at the end of a ragged rope lease, a puppy that you found -
Two abandoned wanderers resting on the ground.
Begging on the city streets – hunger in your hands;
The doorways, your cradle – you could hardly stand;
Finding you a shelter – maybe money for a meal –
A smile, a word, reaching out - shattering this daily ordeal.
Knowing in this world many people face each day alone;
Living in shacks, in shelters – living in senior homes;
Just too many folks for these two hands to reach
But touching each and every one - remembering them in prayer.
Always remembering to pray for you – Lord, don’t let me forget –
Haunted souls touching my heart – pain that I have met;
Always remembering to pray for you – the ones with nobody else;
I can’t change the road you walk, but I’ll remember you in my prayer.
I can’t change the road you walk, but, I’ll remember you in my prayer.
Dedicated to the three people who changed my prayer life.