Long Guideposts Poems
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Acknowledging God as the omnipotent Creator
I believe that all components, elements, and substances
both of the Stonehenge and Georgia Guideposts
originated from the Almighty Source
Who can ultimately produce out of nothing…
… s t o n e s, s a n d, g r a n i t e
that upheld such monuments along their stature.
Appreciating the Lord’s perfect omniscience
and prevailing control above all circumstances
I assert that He has allowed in His sovereign calendar
the construction, preservation, as well as the sustenance
of both the S t o n e h e n g e and G e o r g i a G u i d e p o s t s
for a purpose, though seemingly mysterious with enigmatic impact
to admonish mankind’s search for HIM by faith midst spiritual relationship.
Admiring the supreme kingship of the Saviour
I bow to Him, exalting His name in worship divine
which my heart admits to be the meaningful message
of both the Stonehenge and Georgia Guideposts…
revealing mankind’s need for redemption of souls
toward eternal life, only He can grant
by His grace, mercy and love.
*Isaiah 40:28 Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the LORD, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary? there is no searching of his understanding.
November 23, 2021
6th place, "Georgehenge Stone Cold Minds Reflect" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joe Maverick; judged on 11/28/2021.
Love Shines
Love shines in unclaimed shadows
Of tarnished souls like polished platinum,
Like burnished bronze in solid darkness –
A golden lantern of serene solitude –
With luster of the eternal living star
In the moment when time takes a blinded breath
Re-igniting fireflies of solar milestones,
Glowing guideposts,
Leads to gates of pure illuminated paradise
In unchained brilliance,
In exploding bits of fireworks
Like radiant celestial fireflies
To shine upon the shades of darkness battles
Exposing hidden hearts of cunning
In silver sterling healing –
Gift of the pale moon’s melody serenade
Love shines.
4/16/21
Contest: Shine Prompt
Sponsor: Constance La France
The fuel, fury and addiction,
stupendous depiction.
I’m magnetized; my nose buried
in vellum sheets. Varied,
the construct of complicated
simpletons located
on cliffs, near harbors, with their ghosts;
misdirecting guideposts.
The injection of crafty twists;
flying ink insists
you sink deeper into its thick.
The turn of pages, a joystick.
Wanting to finish the story;
feeling’s transitory.
Compose a series, Author, please!
Your book ended with tease.
I’ll have eyes on antagonist,
tea with protagonist,
follow breadcrumbs and red herring,
and choose to be daring.
T h e E n d
O’ Pat Pattison, you, my brilliant teacher,
I would shower in praises, had you not
taught me better! for cliches void of thought
are as worthwhile as a couch surfin’ moocher!
O’ masterful and deepest sort of creature,
shocked then, in the thrall of churning wounds, distraught
I found your grace—and for my breaking clot
you gave me poetry, this soothing suture.
Trochees and iambs, blank verse, Shakespear’s form—
you illuminated a path obscure
to my sight. The subtle rhythms and rhymes
you used as guideposts through a ruthless storm
are now the tools that fix me fast,—secure.
I’d take your class again a million times.
We in are in a time of darkness,
A season of sorrow and regret.
Like a great fish caught in a current
Rife with unexpected, opposing tides.
All are tossed ever farther
from lives all hoped to access.
Striving against this typhoon of violence
Perhaps our hope is bereft?
As this devouring night surrounds,
No egress to safely accessed.
Losing strength, all fight this unyielding tide.
Vainly seeking the shore.
Loss and grief are everywhere
With no light, they can find no haven.
They are lost within this black storm.
My Bride I have chosen you to be guideposts
Given a specific task to play.
In one hand hold high the gracious lamp
Filled with Holy Oil stored for this day.
Climb high upon the rocks
Light the wicks to combat war’s fray.
Now the Holy One commands the light stands to light!
Making the darkness fall away.
The path is narrow, the way is hard
“Bride of Christ, light your lamps
Save all that you can on this –
The End of Days!”
God’s promises are everlasting
Christ commanded us to not lose even one.
So, My Chosen, light the lanterns,
the Bridegroom’s feast awaits.
They say “You are only as strong
as the person standing beside you.”
There have been times when that thought…
frightened me, for the person standing
beside me……..was……..well……
let’s just say….. I didn’t choose to stand
beside them.
Perhaps it was a strange twist of fate,
you know…..a karmic curve ball –
and I was supposed to be the strong one.
I have been in rooms full of people,
all standing beside one another,
and thought: “We’re all screwed”,
“look at this collection of inbred inhumanity.”
I now know – sadly – they were thinking
the same thing. No one asked for a show
of hands as to who the “strong” ones were,
no “leader” T-shirts labeled them, no super
hero music played as they entered the room.
They were there – throughout my life –
those ubiquitous stalwarts, friends,
mentors, speed bumps, guideposts,
showing up to stand beside me
even when I didn’t know why they
were there.
I know now – why they were there –
coincidence, chance, providence,
the kindness of a humorous god,
the gift of serendipity, the luck of the draw.
I know now why I was there, why we were there.
We are only as strong as the person standing beside us
and the person standing beside them and the person standing……..
Well, anyway, I’m proud to be counted among this
collection of screwed up, inbred, inhumanity.
It is a pleasure to stand with you all.
John G. Lawless
1/17/2015
Life . . . and of course, living it, requires
Some freedom with few constraints.
As energy is bound by time and space,
Along with the will of many saints.
From the macro to the micro, the
Guideposts are sought as we learn to behave.
While the tunnel between material and spiritual,
Focuses visions that are often concave.
This reality is fed by observation,
Yet imagination often adds to the mix.
Where our curiosity may be satisfied quickly,
Building upon foundations with new bricks.
Even though the limits seem rarely accessible,
Our nature looks for any loophole to find.
Since the only boundary that has escaped
Beyond . . . is that of the human mind.