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I stare at the single rose
Resting in a red crystal vase
The light of the morning sun
Shines though the split in a dark black curtain
Hitting a single drop of dew
As it rolls down the velvety petal
Falling on a green leaf
Almost dropping to the floor
It looks like a tear at the beginning of a new cry
Sitting at the precipice
The edge of what it knows
And the unknown chasm below
It teeters on the edge
Not knowing what do to
It sits and waits
Trying to hold on
It finally falls into a ceramic dish
Resting for hours
Again it waits
Until it again finds itself rolling down a velvety petal
And the cycle begins again
It was nearly without sound,
Save a tree-brushed mountain breeze
When I rose beneath fog's blanket
And stepped lightly through the trees.
In reverence of the aura there
Subdued in temperance;
Without a word, just in tears
I offered holy reverence.
Before me in this quiet place
A lake, in still perfection,
Lay without the slightest wave;
Heaven's mirror gave reflection.
As I gazed into the glassy lake
My soul and spirit swooned
With God's creation holding me
He healed my hidden wounds.
No greater ambiance nor scene
Has since renewed my core.
I found the Prince of Peace that morn
On a pristine mountain shore.
Next, the sun began to rise
And the Quakies clapped their hands
Creation birthed a brand-new day
And I began to understand:
God is a God of perfect peace
Who in countless ways can bless
Whether heaven sent or by a stream
He gives the seeker rest.
If your world has left you wounded,
"Come unto Me, sons and daughters"
God offers early morning grace
To bless beside still waters.
Psalms 23: 2 (KJV) “He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;
He leadeth me beside still waters.”
This thirsting land, parched by the sun
An autumn drought, that summer spun
Without the rain, no colors found
Fall foliage fizzled, green to brown
A cheated heart, now feels shortchanged
That natures brush, has been restrained
The trees are bare, north winds have blown
Like fleeting thoughts, how time has flown
Whilst winter waits, at fall's deathbed
To lift my heart, I look ahead
I see bright colors, of early spring
The awakening, of everything
Today the skies are clouded gray
The sun will soon be back to stay
Springs rains will come, Nature will bloom
Reviving hope, replacing gloom
Daniel Turner
Winter Hope
When Winter winds begin to whirl around
and whisper through my long and lonely days,
I’ll light the fire and stoke it with a poem
and hope I find some comfort in a phrase.
When flowers in my garden turn to seed,
and all the trees stand naked in the field,
I’ll plant a poesy on my window sill
and hope I find contentment in its yield.
When daylight seems scarce as a fresh-cut rose,
and darkness settles in for months on end,
I’ll write a song to keep me company
and hope the melody will be well penned.
The winter chill will not discourage me,
when I can create hope with poetry.
The Wise Old Tree
Wise Old Tree
What have you seen
What have you learned over the years
Did you see the first person to walk this land
The sadness of all those who died in wars
Who was the first to look at you in the sunset
How many couples fell in love beneath your boughs
Began their lives together
Shared gold bands with you and God as their witness
Did children tell stories of the creatures in your branches
Did they run when the wind rustled your leaves
Wise Old Tree
You have such a glorious history
A life all except you can only dream of
You are immortal
A god hiding in the forest
Keep your stories
Your secrets
Until you feel we are ready
Then we will listen and learn
And we will be better for it
For all around, this world I can see
Destruction, betrayal as the impoverished plea
Palestine, Israel and these Belfast child's
A world of man, in destructive wild
We have been here
For millions of years
Why in over two thousand
We have many tears, and many fears
People became leaders, their population steered
An unknown word suppression, alleyed their fears
They were told what was right, told what was wrong
The unbelievers, well they never belonged!
In every society, there has been a written book
Through modern centuries, we have been told to look
And if we look, and these words have been found
Is is purely belief, or are these words so profound
I am no seer, but my eyes can see
My name is Semaj, and i have no plea
You are here today, respect your tomorrow
For my words above!
My entry into Matt Caliri contest " If i Could Talk to God "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-6.php
the causes i have lost
ever think the clouds
are hiding something
unfelt from birth
bounced around by atoms
grounded to beneath the ground
down
beaten like a beg
with no
rested pecs
Hero to nuns
ashamed suns
ending just befor
be
gin in a gin ring
unnoticedly unnotice a
bubble
dying from time
denying the seconds
out
round 2
this er keeps getting up
how
looking right threw me
with a listing lisping lips lubricate lusciously less
than naught
no's brought
the anti existent uneffisent to
cause a fuss
Spitting pity like leaded aero plain
as the knows on your face
ends of the human
race you to the bottom
Stop dare any God
stop my wor
nope no takers
ok demons djinns
here my jutting chin
Nope no one
you belittle me humanity
devolving so i dont belong
hope nature kills you
well thats your natural
state the truth
no fear for me
i dont believe the
now i put the instead of thee
what does the mean how many
dont know the meaning of simple words
watching love sold on revolving
on a crystal shelf
marked priceless
for all to bid on
and on this poem goes
but listen how the lines doth flow
almost hear the whispered wishes of a wave
forever breaking
a storms applause
or throw money
What co-arises together
must co-exhale to part.
Last night my HIV+ hunted down my negative,
my darkside,
death and fear,
my anger about my mortality,
my greater anger about our mortality as a species,
my greatest anger about our mortality as Earth's DNA/RNA Tribes of Life,
that we all are so wrong and pointless
given limitations of our time's memory
riding,
hiding,
hunting inside our skin
for how to not let this incarnate hunt ever end.
Yet, with dawn's light,
this haunting by endless nothingness,
as if we had never become, so never been,
this fear of death and anger against its organic final demand,
we hope to end
with seamless faith in eternally timeless ego-identity.
Where did this ego emerge from?
Endless nothingness?
Or, a paradise womb of cooperative eco-normics,
eco-logically self-optimizing nutritional health,
perfect temperature care,
nurturing co-abundance
between this seed of ego and this Mother Earth ElderEcoSystem,
sufficient well-being wealth
which, as decomposed,
became creolizing syntax
Natural elements with spiritual flows and functions
progenerated by co-arising gravity of time's folding
and refolding
and unfolding revolutions,
the stardust structure of Father Time's seasonal
reasonal
primally relational language.
How do we ecologically reason and induce,
expand and contract,
regenerate and decompose,
produce and consume,
this emergent hypothesis about ego's discontinuous nondual co-arising.
Inevitable mortality,
just how frightening and maddening is this,
to embrace
absorb
devour
soak up
co-prehend
Ego v Eco-science
co-arising to co-decompose
integrative/disintegrative folds
of cosmologically progenitive
dual-destiny transparent
Eco-Time?
Those who surf our co-arising together
must learn to co-exhale dismount
to co-arise the waves of future's time
now foreshadowing sacred co-presence.
I enter the field, colored by sun's flames
Dark distant mountains, mystery lures
Life now survival, without any games
I am alone, reliant on my own cures
The bright distant light, soaks me with warm hope
As I make my own path through the tall grass
There is a reason that I strive to cope
To reach dreams that could break easy like glass
My heart is softened by few clouds that drift
Lifting my spirit to some place unknown
That eliminates my fears, as they sift
Falling into the sunset that is shown
It is all in the way that nature tames
I enter the field colored by sun's flames
5/14/19
*Entry for Nature Scene Orphan Sonnet contest. Sponsor: Dale Gregory Cozart
Boots buried deep in the ground
Boots concealed under mounds
Boots with shapes and restless frown
Boots marching underneath the ground
camouflaging the heat of a cruel folly.
Boots of young women and little children
Lay indefatigably under the troubled ground
Sealing the fate of the sparsely populated town.
Just before dawn I drifted in a fiery doze
I found myself at the foot of an unfamiliar hill surrounded
by numerous dwellings wrapped up in the company of unknown people .
I started digging in a garden encircled by a mysterious plot
Gardens that have been watered and well kept
Conceal dark secrets exposing shadows of death
Gardens pruned and overgrown packed with
Spinsters’ boots and children abandon in their youth.
Boots that flourished in spring; boots bearing woeful tides
Remain deep under the earth waiting to be unearthed.
I digged and digged deep down in the ground
And exhume a boot knee length long and another
a quarter foot long; I showed them to my daring neighbor
but neither of them had a rightful owner.
I suddenly appeared in a house at the foot of the hill
And a man of fine nature abruptly walked in,
He asked for buns, picked up some paper and said that he was
going to attend a meeting on top of the hill.
Yet the mystery remains a puzzle in numerous gardens in
A sparsely populated city on the outskirt of town.
©2014 Christine Phillips