Long Hyssop Poems
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YOGA
As old as time thou art.
A rock of ages.
Hidden, the wisdom of
The ancient art. But
Through thee unraveled.
A pathway to purity,
This mystique, with eyes
Closed, deep breaths
Mind on nothing, to
The beyond my soul
Levitates to harness.
And my burden darkened
Psyche, thy energy, like
The swift current of the
Sea sweeps away.
And the nether world
For tranquility I no more seek,
For my soul, by thee like
With hyssop had been
Purged.
In the utmost serene
Plane I lay.
Greatest of all mirth
And sublimity I find
When my eyes I close,
Deep breaths I take.
Transcended, my fragmented
Psyche, by cares of this dark
Terrestrial realm, integrates.
For on an apogee of purity
Of the beyond it anchors,
Where a verdant pasture
Of serenity it relishes.
A pearl, but meretricious by
Skeptics christened thou
Truly art.
(A REPOST)
Here is God's servent caught up in sins
lust, adultery, murder and deceit
David himself a man after God's own heart
but like the rest of us having clay made feet
David pleads for God to be merciful
to remove all his iniquity blowing his fuse
for he knows his failure and his sins
against a God of purity being without excuse
God calls for repentance that's real deep
David turning from sin was so very real
pleading for hyssop so he is purged
like in Egypt years before the blood did heal
David's confidence was in God alone
so from sin, he would hide his face
and David's iniquity he blotted out
as God can with us in his blessed grace
Real repentance needs to be continuance
not just at conversion but every single day
when we put off sin we must put on Christ
so to grow we must die without delay
PSALM 51(ESV)
I found you on the humbled wheat fields,
Out in the dramatically flattened open
They used to stand so tall, and now,
In only a moment…all fell before you
So very little, in contrast,
You towered over their severed stalks
Your light radiated and pulsed from your frame,
Leaving rainbow-electro ripples in the sky
You beckoned me closer and closer,
And as I glided toward you in terror and wonder,
Life itself became pleasantly unclear
The word, how
Remained on my parted lips...
Instantly, all that mattered was your existence,
How you swayed back and forth so enchantingly,
Teasing the wheat that bowed before you
Your eyes, intelligent, dreamlike, and wide,
Having seen beyond my every capability,
Knowing answers I have died over every night…
I was drawn to you like the honey bee to the giant hyssop
Though instead of brushing against fragrant petals,
There was a looming gloom of potential doom
Marvel drowned out all such fear as I drew ever near
As questions, so many questions, ached to be articulated
This inquisitive soul salivated in your shimmer
With a prayer for all humanity to see what I see…
When time became merely a silly story rhyme,
You answered every question like a parent to a child
The awe of your wisdom burned my stubbornness,
For in that moment, learning was living
No science, no reliance,
No fact, no future to fumble
Only truth today
Was fed to a child who once thought she knew all
Screaming and pouting in hopes for victory
She knows nothing until she grows taller than the earnest wheat
To fall effortlessly at your strange, alien feet
Inspired by the song “Tiny Alien” By Katie Melua
“Just how far can you fall,
When you still feel so small?
Will you love me through the sorrows, tomorrows,
Whatever the future will bring?
Tiny alien”
And for the contest sponsored by: Silent One
Butterflies, with their superb colors,
are the most amazing
in the insects's kingdom:
our recompense for boredom!
One can ever wonder
how they vitalize
the ungleaming air,
and without them
spring or summer
wouldn't be that thrilling!
Bees are the other laborious kind,
not quite beautiful and docile...
and they don't divagate a single mile,
bringing whatever food they can find
to their deep-dug hive by a shady oak,
not too distant from the hyssop!
They enter and exit
with incomparabe ability: protecting
their hard-earned harvest...
from others with an insidious intent!
Watching them swirling over
the dandelions' and clover's filelds,
which they befriend with their finesse;
while the sparrows seem clement,
letting them have a minimal share,
but the solicitious ravens
attack them and exile them
from that unwelcomed territory...
so unsympathetically
and unpardonably!
Be an observer of the laborious insects:
they don't work for wages or worry about money,
but they gather seeds to feed the unborn ones
and pollen to make sweet honey;
their existence is brief and full of usefulness!
Being small is not a deterrent to achieving less,
even the glowing fireflies have a purpose
in exuding bravado and mystery...
trasforming a darkenig sky above flowers and trees,
as light flees from the shadowy orchards!
Whenever I sleep beside you
I wish I could touch you
Whenever I touch you, you go off in no time
I thought it would never be a crime
Whenever my heart burns for your enclosure
It brings instead an overexposure.
Whenever you are far my side
Little emmets retried
I wish they are far gone
As they make out my compulsorily learned turns
I wish the atmosphere is cool
My duvet should be a tool
Aren't it good enough a follow up
And sometimes; alarm's scrap of a hyssop
Found in fabrics designed to actively regulate temperature
Mattresses and bedding that feature Outlast pleasure
Perfect for couples as they absorb excess heat
Release it as you cool, store it
Thanks be to thee
What used to be shall stop to be
A great weird help
That would simply put a stop
To unwanted pregnancy
Hesitancy creating exigency
Though for the time being
And maintain common care keen
No more "hold me, I am cold"
It's now "shift, I am hot GOLD"
i am wielder of chaos
bearer of cozy poison
hidden son of jupiter
gestated from his thigh
supple strapping boy
follow the crooked
steps of spontaneous
capering i will soothe
your terrified gaze
summon frantic defiant
nymphs to slake
your thumping skull
with tender anarchy
my fierce priestesses
in robes of moonlight
diaphanous cobweb
will sing lilting implacable
spells to wreck
planets in their courses
wine and feral milk spouting
from tap of hyssop branch
i will swaddle you
in mother night caress
you with snake tongue
drizzle silky
secret language
of the rapacious
in your ear nudge
succulent fissure
yearning for arc
of scalding bliss
lightning bone
sap of brief
delectable death
Roads of gold and gates of pearl are thoughts solidified, finding resting place here,
having been purified, first, in a trial by fire-
in the bulwarked organ
of love's pineal desire.
Here.
Hyssop, Catmint and Cinnamomum share
her spirit animal, with makeshift technicality,
borrowed by her scent of purity.
The pervasiveness
of jasmine in the air in ulterior beguilement
the enstylement of my drive.
You are a banshee on the side of deserted highway,
a shiver of creep peaking near as I take a leak there.
A light orbing the mountains
and darting into the sea.
A 4D shadow cast upon 3D tolemetry of space and
time and think.
Was your curtsey before God pleasing?
Your arguments for my torment convincing?
An Elemental in a ballet of playthings.
O Ballerina of Love's rhetorical spectre,
boomerings-like crowns wearing.
Dancing in shadows, whispering in the night,
You ignite a fire, called daylight,
to show your darings.
But your love is fleeting,
a melancholic melody, of eel.
Leaving my heart in perpetual reverie,
I yearn for your touch, your tender embrace of feel.
Every graceful sway, every delicate step,
a conjugal congeal,
captures the essence of a love deep
at my core deficiency appeals.
In twirling pirouettes, passion's heart is kept,
and in arabesques, emotions start
to weep whispers as I sleep in Elysian fields
of milkweed and lobelia and nightshade,
chin on window cill.
Mesmerized by the Amber waves of your influence,
One hundred percent times two in-stilled.
My Love, Jesus
Your skin glows crimson hyssop, blossoms flourish as rose the hopes of spring;
My yearning heart rises your harp as a voice that leaps liken sheep;
At the whisper of your name, Jesus;
The evening ascends in on a great doves wing(My love Jesus);
I am calmed by your robe that I carry to the twilight tree beams held next;
To my hands arms and branches limbs(My love Jesus);
I am filled with the hope that I may dry your tears of water;
As my feet falls from my sandals, it reminds me of you a singer;
In the hushed, I listen for the last joyish praise of the spring;(My love Jesus)
My heated arms leaps to my toting sac, await I crystal moonlight for Christ;
Angels and men we maybe singing as one, arm to arm, in search of the glorious purple and spiritual Heaven of love (My love Jesus);
I shall sing unto you my love, Jesus(My love Jesus);
My love Jesus, Jesus you are my love(My love Jesus);
5/1/19
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Grandpa's tractor coughs, sputters and comes alive, acrid smoke sharpening my senses... gears engaged, lurches forward, disturbing clouds of fungus midges bursting in the sun from the damp clumps of weeds near the barn.
Anise Hyssop, wild spires along the barn, fill the air with licorice smells as the rear wheels brush by.
Proceeding to the field, the tractor hiccups over clumps of soil, jarring memories of Grandpa's firm grip around my waist, riding along, teaching me secrets of the earth...
...a cycle finished, Grandma brought out to the field at lunchtime, a covered basket filled with cold chicken, potato salad, creamed cucumbers and half a fresh berry pie, lovingly prepared the day before, sharing smiles and my excited recollections of the morning...
...another couple hours and Grandpa tires a bit, so we ramble back to the barn, spying Grandma unclipping laundry from the clothesline, softly singing beautiful hymns of praise.
A Blessed Day, Indeed..
LORD I WANNA BE WHOLE MAKE ME OVER
Lord, I’m dirty wash me
Wash me, wash me from my sins
Lord, so dirty am I
Cleanse me my spirit and my soul
Make me, Father cleanse me make me whiter than snow
I wanna be whole, be made o’ver
Be whole cleanse me white as snow…
Lord I am unworthy, dirty by my choices
Lord I am dirty by my world
Cleanse me my spirit and my soul
Make me, Father cleanse me make me whiter than snow
I wanna be whole, be made o’ver
Lord have mercy blot out y transgressions
I want to do your verdict I’m on your mission
Wash me wash me, thoroughly from my iniquity
Cleanse me from my daily sins
Make me ever so whole again
Lord, I’m dirty wash me
Wash me, wash me from my sins
Lord, so dirty am I
Cleanse me my spirit and my soul
Make me, Father cleanse me make me whiter than snow
For you are holy and I praise you your name on high
I adorn you for I want to be your child
Against you God and only you Lord have I sinned
And it’s you Lord only you whom I need
I was shapen in iniquity and in sin did my mother conceive me
I’m blessed, Lord give me rest forgive my future now and past transgress
Purge me with hyssop and I shall be clean
Lord, I’m dirty wash me
Wash me, wash me from my sins
Lord, so dirty am I
Cleanse me my spirit and my soul
Make me, Father cleanse me make me whiter than snow
I wanna be whole, be made o’ver
09/29/10
Inspired from Ps 18:38,39,40
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2010