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"The Sky Cracked Open"
One day
the Sky cracked open
the yolk of life
shined through
Splinters shifted
blooded angel quills
flew amongst the
black spots in the iris
20/20 vision
wild joy ensued
imbued clearly
rapturous ambiguity
Don’t look back
this read
coded in the
chivalric Quixote
ridden on a donkey's back
it’s all fried
Prophetic
suspended
in control
of nothing
ah dreams
soft pillows
lots lost
pillars of salt
stasis
genesis
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Low Five" Splinter / Sneaker Pimps
https://youtu.be/2IevyK68dgQ
"For still the vision
awaits its appointed time;
it hastens to the end -
it will not lie.
If it seems slow,
wait for it;
it will surely come;
it will not delay."
***
“It's not that you should never
love something so much
that it can control you.
It's that you need to love
something that much
so you can never
be controlled.
It's not a weakness.
It's your best strength.”
***
Control
***
Freedom
LYRICS/ "Low Five" Splinter, Sneaker Pimps
https://genius.com/Sneaker-pimps-low-five-lyrics
1. Prophetic Dreams / You Tube (at Christmas, Home Alone....again, rolls eyes)
2. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_Quixote
3. Control. Freedom.
enter piano...
These altered states and egos
Potential less than zero
Found God in San Diego
Nothing comes to mind...
The man in the elevator hastens,
He feels ill at ease, with most teeth broken;
He pushes the button, marked in red ‘Ten’,
And seems very much anxious, now and then.
But halfway up, the elevator stalls,
The man frowns, apparently quite appalled;
He presses the ‘Open’ switch, rings the bell,
And yells at top of his voice, “what the hell?”
“I need to use the restroom,” he then screams;
Soon the lift kicks open as in a dream,
A woman standing there squeaks, stern but calm,
"So late again today? You know the qualm!"
Dawn slowly awakened to supplant the moon
Empty, the canopy where stars had been strewn
In repose, Luna slept after wandering velvet skies
and spider webs shimmered in the flight of sunrise
Dew drops evaporated upon the fragrant tuberose
as a playful breeze billowed my sheer nightclothes
Seagulls swooped and scurried along amber shores
A salty crew grappled with the sea on labored oars
Muscles pulled in rhythmic chorus, as if in lyrical rote
as surging waves rocked the hull of their fishing boat
They surpassed each crest and triumphed over swells
The sun's prisms painted the horizon in muted pastels
Inspired by the milieu of ruffled swirls across the sea
sunlight dappled over its surface in sequenced litany
I sipped a second cup as thoughts were being seeded
Poetry spawned inside of me; a birthing to be heeded
For as driftwood hastens down rapids to a new frontier
I needed to ledger my verses, ere they hie to disappear
August 13, 2022
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 12 Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
June 23 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 60-65
Key Verse – Psalms 60:12 Through God we shall do valiantly: for he it is that shall tread down our enemies.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ENABLING US TO DO VALIANTLY
Praise be to God for enabling us to do valiantly with His:
Power we can optimize
Provisions for our offerings
Peace as His precepts we obey
Promise for outreach-opportunities
Protection midst protests and offenses
Psalms 61:5 Praise be to the Lord
for hearing our vows while:
Rebuking our selfishness
Reproving us against sinfulness
Reminding us of our secured salvation
Restoring our souls with His sanctification
Reviving our spirituality midst our stewardship
Psalms 62:8 Praise be to the Saviour for
He is our refuge by His:
Majestic might
Magnificent miracles
Magnanimous mercy
Marvelous mindfulness
Meaningful and mysterious moves
Psalms 63:1 Praise be to the Almighty
Whom we seek for His:
Leadership’s fortitude
Law that fixes our final flight
Light we long for from faltering
Lovingkindness and faithfulness
Landmark upon our faith’s foundation
Psalms 64:10 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
Who makes us glad while He:
Hears our prayers
Hides us in His presence
Helps us by His providence
Hastens our hopeful petitions
Hoists us toward His perfection
Psalms 65:5 Praise be to our Creator for
answering us with His:
Confident direction
Comforting delightfulness
Courageous determined drive
Circumspect and careful discretion
Compassionate decisive destination. Amen!
June 23, 2024
In those days, when we feared the truth
not for ignorance of it within ourselves
but for the dangers posed by speaking aloud
against the prejudices of masses too well-tutored
in lies and hatred, we kept our secrets
and hid among the crowds, assuming
their rabid colorations, spewing the same
evil venom, spreading all the same lies,
pretending that the past was better
than the present, that regression
to our yesterdays, the years gone by,
could create for us, anew,
that Eden we all lost, that sanctuary
from our knowledge of the world, of evil;
and, our regained ignorance
would restore the bliss we lost
with our innocence. That, the biggest lie,
feeds our growing xenophobia --
hastens humanity's ultimate demise.
Time does not flow backwards in this universe;
and there is no "us versus them" --
we are all crowded here together
on this fragile planet, all in this together.
We must be kind, and love one another, or die.
Yet upon another reflexive routine dash
skipping to Waterloo, I got emboldened
with idea praising basic vital functions
aware requisite elimination of liquid
and/or solid waste any obstruction
disallowing body to expel toxins would
prove fatal, thus gratitude toward
regular unpicturized, unhindered, and
unaided intervening measures undertaken
to experience thee nonpareil pleasures
actuated without purgative, yet should
instance arise finding impossibility
to exercise sphincter muscle
(constipation worse fate than
perdition) alleviating solid state brick
like blockage spasm inducing agony
within me bum, yours truly racks impound
did severely inconvenienced physical
self accessing natural remedy to soften
stool temporarily incapacitating peaceful
ease zee ex-lax feeling accompanying
experience that approximates how pregnant
mother inundated with contractions ready to
give birth, whereat merciful joyous crying
emanates courtesy this humble human, no
matter he never tested his steely ironic
mettle say completing wilderness survival
course, but rarely speculates such grueling
boot camp self inflicted challenges
pale in comparison to loosing bowel
movement big enough to sink battleship, and
mighty exertion finally dumps payload,
the toilet bowl hastens meteorologists to
issue tsunami warnings insync with "Damn
the torpedo" this ole windbag blasted clear
across contiguous United States, where
whizzing, sounding, jet setting like
speeding bullet (self Mach re:) puzzled
onlookers mistake me for some foreign entity
lost in space analogous to detect a stylish alien
(pants bunched around ankles - most definitely
tell tale clue, asper rating him hip hopping
longfellow), yea undoubtedly a messenger
from outer limits of twilight zone sent to...
wait...his trumpeting tush gaseous, an utter
farts feigning "FAKE" comet tee.
Silencing thought din in our head,
we shift into our heart instead,
granting strobes of bliss beats consent,
God’s touch about naught can be said.
Being blind, we follow the scent,
our faith held firm, will to God bent,
that soft rhythms of the universe,
words penned, love’s whispers represent.
Without any need to rehearse,
poised in repose we pen a verse,
with each flicker in space portrayed,
that the vast void we may traverse.
God Himself hastens to our aid,
that by mind we be not betrayed,
so therefore choosing to be still,
we sing songs our ego forbade.
Every time we pick up the quill,
auto-writing gives heart a thrill,
signalling we’re with God entwined,
Who makes easy ascent uphill.
of the chakras seven, where energies play
prior to refraction of the rainbow’s hues
the zone where polarities commingle
glows God’s light in heart’s womb
light of a star, viewed from afar
the bubbling joy of children at play
building sand castles on the sea shore
soul’s smile at morn when stretch and yawn
pristine snow flakes mark birth of empathy
enabling us to hold the hand of a beggar
the agendaless vibrance of innocence
hastens to forgive errant brothers
coming of age, compassion dawns
the robe of a pope, the symbol of purity
recognising underlying unity of the universe
love’s luminosity expands beyond all horizons
bliss magnetism pulsates in mind-body prism
we become love’s flame that has no name
touched by spirit our eye is now single
pulse mirroring heartbeat of God
The lion has roared
But has anyone heard?
The jungle wilds have listened
All have scattered and hidden
Each time a sparrow falls
Our Heavenly Father sees all
And hastens to the birdy's fall
The Divine questioner has spoken
But the human hearer has not heard
Our busied hearts have yet to be stirred
Too many think repentance is too absurd
We dismiss God, refusing to be disturbed
The trumpet is sounding loud and clear, Far and near, but where is the fear?
Nine questions of obvious "No" answers*
Obvious answers but total blindness
Divine secrets have been revealed,
Released to restore and to heal,
In order to avoid the bitter pill
Lord, turn your face our way still
Lord, may your judgment be rescinded
May your magnanimous mercies be extended
We are easily frighten by pandemics and stall
May we not fail to hear and heed the clarion call
071820PSCtest, Strand Completely New(13), Brian Strand *Inspired by Amos 3. 1P
The smoldering sun shines incessantly
Until the earth’s humidity hastens
The forming of cinereal clouds calmly covers
The spacious skies above and suddenly
Gentle rain soft but steady
Begins to fall, splattering and wetting the soil.
The pitter-patter pronounces a petrifying tune
Upon the roofs, amorous rondel tunes.
Oh, how I love the fresh feeling of the rain.
I feel like singing in the heavenly showers
I get dishevelled and drenched.
Yet I will sing a symphony of love,
For I am happy even more.
Love is in the air.
Thank God, no lightning spoils the sky.
Yet it rains even more.
The grass is even greener now.
It sparkles with dewy drops,
And sheds its pleasant petrichor,
A harmonious and happy fragrance
In our vast verdurous vale.
Meantime my Mary joined us in the melee`,
We dance a Dougie under the deluge,
Until tired we went in for a warm shower…….
Placed 2nd