Long Illumination Poems
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Light Chasing Shadows
How pompous
These times of bait and catch
As famished minds fan their dwindling flame
Amidst urban collisions of spirit and heart
As witness the controlled starvation of energy's appetite
Leaving thinking landscapes raped and pillaged
To later be exhumed...
Yet
A child's imagination holds desperate its wonder
Sensing via eyes
Ears
Taste
Smell
And feel
Their innately wired candles
Desperately protecting the flames
While their obvious needs experience exploitation
The benefit of which
Stretches
Invades
Smothers
The very extension of their right
Their entitlement
And yes
Their genius
Without light there is no illumination
Still
With light
Shadows are cast
Imprinting what is
What might be
What a child dreams to be
Light will always chase shadows
But at some point
There should always be the overhead moment
When shadows cease to be
When what is
Just is
That moment of singular and infinite identity
What a price children pay for that opportunity
Staring into the abyss of crises’ appearance
I’m stricken with panic, disclosing my unbelief and ignorance…
Yet with God’s radiance, I can behold His gracious sustenance
Indeed assuring His provisions of bountiful abundance
Midst wellness of healthy satisfaction-extravagance;
Thus, I thank Him for His timely deliverance.
Staring into the abyss of insecurity’s disillusionment
I’m gripped with anxiety’s tormenting predicament…
Yet with God’s vision, I can perceive thru His enlightenment
Indeed opening my sight to His sufficing contentment
Midst His blessings for spiritual fulfillment;
Thus, I praise Him for His compassionate engagement.
Staring into the abyss of uncertain future
I’m attacked by doubt’s torture…
Yet with God’s illumination, I can see His grace-gesture
Indeed expressed by His Scripture
Midst His promises for triumphant faith’s venture;
Thus, I worship Him along holiness virtues’ posture.
Staring into the abyss of life’s grueling difficulties
I’m paralyzed, confronted along terrorism’s realities…
Yet with God’s lens, I can see His miraculous verities
Indeed highlighting His mighty goodness-certainties
Midst His power* controlling universe entities;
Thus, I trust Him with my yielded faculties.
*1Corinthians 2:5 That your faith should not stand in the wisdom of men, but in the power of God.
March 11, 2019
3rd place, "Pick A Title, Vol. 2 - Rhyme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward; judged on 3/23/2019.
With beams of divine illumination
my heart is unveiled from shielding curtains
exposing verities of motive-throbs
surely God can discern
bereft of humanistic favoritism.
Lurking drape of hypocrisy evades from truth’s gleam
while vanity lace lingers
seductively winking in deception
awaiting the cleansing bleach
only the Holy Spirit can fulfill.
Clinging tenaciously is the Venetian blind of arrogance
made heavy by self-righteousness fabric
with virtue-vice threads of dominant scarlet hues
needing the conquering meekness of the Saviour
for humility’s beauty to glow.
Hanging loosely with suffocating shade is frustration jalousie
always ready to engulf heart’s disposition with despair
while soul struggles for hope upon faith’s buttress
oh! how terribly awful is its vexing presence
along loathe some display of condemning* defeat.
Amidst spiritual disclosure through Sovereign enlightenment
my heart is now enjoying freedom from curtain’s coping accessories
while repentantly confessing “just as I am”
thanking the Almighty Lord for His compassion
so I can serve Him and be a blessing to others with all my heart.
*1John 3:20 For if our heart condemn us, God is greater than our heart, and knoweth all things.
December 24, 2020
2nd place, "Curtains Of Your Heart" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 12/26/2020.
HUNGARIAN RHAPSODY
Her hand’s swan-like dance,
ivory shadow puppets
romance. Hungarian rhapsody.
The musician sans existence
as emotive fingers move
imaginary marionettes
with splendiferous precision.
Drama drops onto piano keys
occasionally taking a gentle stroll
then in sensuous sway, sashaying
like an exotic dancer. The musician
plucks and plinks as if
with chameleonic charm, like an
angel playing a harp.
Her fingers fast walk the keyboard
then resound tremulous keys.
(The audience swoons, spooned
by a rapturous torrent that enters
the heart, strokes and kisses
the yearning flesh, like the taste
and feel of brandy, burning and
tantalizing in breathlessness)
The musician’s slender fingers
now strum along in gaiety, like
paramours on the streets of Paris,
Springtime in the air. Palms nearly
rest upon silent keys as if two lovers
lay back upon a bed with puffs of smoke.
Dawn’s crescendo, with peaks of happiness
reside upon streets of ebony and ivory.
Life’s serendipitous monologue begins
once more with foreboding or adventure
or both. Is there loneliness upon this crest
for what has happenstance brought,
are they star-crossed? Do we see the sun
and the moon racing through their pulse —
days of birth and mourning?
(The blond marionette in concert black
seems to be mesmerized or hypnotized
by the muse of music. She’s like a dream
on a performance stage. Practiced in
illumination of flame. She releases the arrow
and the audience brightens up like a chandelier
with clinking and brilliant crystal pieces)
Happiness once again but with ferocious fervor
sends the keys to a heavenly place - to ears,
to mind, to soul...a cheer of a great parade,
and then the shivering of climatic peak,
followed by a lullaby of dreams - we imagine
a newborn wrapped up in a life well-lived.
The darling gal still doesn’t give up the ghost
but plays and plays...can you hear the needle
stuck at the vinyl’s end...spending all love gives?
Only the Creator Himself can lift the arm and
carry the musician still incubating all her charm.
3/19/2018
They say that the moon can paint a picture of a tomorrow to find,
tinted with feelings and impressions that make rationality blind.
Inherited desire and invisible habits it contains,
challenges and temptations for all it refrains.
When sculpting the shape of precious destiny,
and weaving the forces of dark and light in unity.
Unfolding within the secrets of mystery of all,
new claims of hope is needed for the crystal ball.
Illuminations of expressions is the final ingredient,
for the midnight ocean fare convenient.
The moon then will rain out its silver sphere,
irresistible light beam rendezvous for the nightmare.
Waking or asleep in this subtle mortal sleep deep dream,
flowing in this astral stream, all must deem.
That dream where one can look before and after,
and decides what is not with a laughter.
Making sense out of wondrous madness,
when the queen of night smiles at you with gladness.
For in many eclipses no light will flow,
then every illumination has the sense to grow.
Motions are the sacred force as far space can reach,
the catalyst that triggers the stars in poetic speech.
LIGHT THAT LIGHTS ALL LIGHTS
There must be a certain brilliance
A glare that matches an atom split
That leaves even the brightest sun
Shamed in shadow, just set to stun
Yet it really exists, I am sure of it
The potential for blinding millions
Or it’s an analogy for understanding
That sudden flash of full realisation
That light when one may finally know
Perhaps resting in a bright afterglow
As almost an everlasting illumination
Only those who see are left standing
Perhaps for some, it is an inspiration
When meaning finally becomes clear
Seen by the light that lights all lights
Grey shadows now lit by bright whites
It leaves lasting joy, dispelling all fear
Now all part of a larger convocation
November 2 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Luke 23-24
Key Verse – Luke 23:2 … He himself is Christ a King.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR BEING OUR KING
Praise be to God for being our King Who is the:
Good Shepherd, grooming our sanctification
Great Saviour, guaranteeing our security
Governing Standard, grieving over our sins
Gracious Satisfier, girding our sufficiency
Gearing Sender, guarding our stature
Generous Supplier, giving our sustenance
Guiding Scriptures, grasping our supplication
Granting Source, generating our service
Luke 23:43 Praise be to the Lord for promising us
eternal paradise of:
Jubilant saints with His justification
Joyous stewards along His justice
Joyful sowers midst His jurisdiction
Jovial soldiers by His judgment
Jeweled servants for His job
Luke 24:27 Praise be to the Saviour
for expounding unto us the Scriptures of:
Holy instructions for eternal hoisting
Helpful impact for enduring happiness
Heavenly influence against haughtiness
Hopeful impartation of everlasting honour
Healthy illumination midst ecstatic heartfulness. Amen!
November 2, 2024
Pleading for redemption delight
Toward heavenly peaceful light
My soul’s cry … the Saviour did hear
Granting freedom from hell-propped fear.
For gift of life indeed precious
Packed with compassion* so gracious
My soul’s cry of gratitude-zest
Praises God Who answers request.
Overwhelmed with guilt’s misery
Drowning in bitterness fury
My soul cries for pardon’s fullness
With Christ’s sanctifying pureness.
Midst grief in toilsome hardship
Distracting my earnest worship
My soul’s cry asks for joyous gain
Vanquishing torment, woe, and pain.
When pride attacks, inflicting doubt
Hindering faith of truthful shout
Soul cries for illumination
To conquer creeping deception.
When triumphant stewardship zeal
Bears fruits along prayerful seal
My soul’s cry exclaims thanksgiving
Prompted by the Lord’s sweet loving.
*Luke 7:13 - And when the Lord saw her, he had compassion on her, and said unto her, Weep not.
March 13, 2024
4th place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 42" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 3/19/2024
"live and breathe"
as winter falls with her crystal whites
fires light lovers to hold one another close
living such warmth as snow falls
when spring arrives with her rebirth of new
beauty surrounds the blessing of passions
living within marvels of life
as summer unveils the sun shining her glory
hearts walk hand in hand waiting for the moon
living under such illumination
with the turn of autumn and her unmatched flair
fantasies surface circling to the lit fires
living among extraordinary imagery
seasons shine stars for the blessing of love
never to be far away to have to hold to stay
the gift is free to all to live and breathe
SkyWatcher
05-29-21
Our spacecraft is fast proceeding
towards nearest neighbour Moon right
where we have planned to celebrate
Sweetest Honey Moon night.
Sky to look dark pitch black at space
as is shown in natural hue,
though atmosphere of earth reflects
the sky in cerulean view.
Space travel makes us realize
the emptiness so wide and vast.
Earth’s sky appears as a blue strip.
Safely landed on Moon at last.
Time was night on that region,
As expected , Sky was pitch black.
No air, no oxygen to breathe,
but we have oxygen back pack.
Full Earth was illumined to glow
From Moon seen as a Full Earth night
Size shown four times bigger than of Moon,
also looking seventy times bright.
My sweetheart was blooming
in intense illumination.
Full Earth showered bright light
on lovely appreciation.
We murmured, whispered, voiced thought.
No air flow to propagate sound.
We yelled utmost, nothing is heard,
Yet we enjoyed and talked loud.
Moon surface : rough, full of craters
devoid of atmosphere.
We carried our useful stuff
and have enjoyed two days there.
Adieu Space! Adieu Moon! Adieu Sky !
Mother Earth will call us too soon
to greet with air, and greenery.
From Earth we will like to watch Moon.