Long Infuse Poems
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Don’t try to straighten tulips, dear - they spread.
They lean and bend…they bump and crowd…infuse
Their sunrise glow - the perfect rainbow-red.
The priceless, Holland-choice, symphonic hues,
Impress a smile from lovers’ lips, a test.
They lean and bend. They bump and crowd. Infuse.
In comely youth, great happiness expressed -
Relinquished to the bulbous fate of time.
Impress a smile from lovers’ lips, a test.
The glass panel aflame - half-dozen rhyme
In partial sun. Such glory circumscribed,
Relinquished to the bulbous fate of time.
Across the morning sky, their light imbibed.
Each vibrant cup with verdant leaves adored.
In partial sun - such glory circumscribed.
When glimpsing life through glass, don’t bind with cord.
Don’t try to straighten tulips, dear - they spread.
Each vibrant cup with verdant leaves adored.
Their sunrise glow - the perfect rainbow-red.
4/20/2022
AN ORIGINAL TERZANELLE
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Lovelies, let’s gather ‘round.
Grab your citrusy orange.
Hold it in your palm —
it’s the whole world.
Each one contemplates
the world. We have a world
of thought inside of us.
Christ born! Christ died for us!
Lovelies, have you got
the whole world in your palm?
Find a birthday candle, push
into the center of your world. Light it up!
Watch the flicker. He’s the center
of our belief. The light — savior
of this dark world. An orangeburst
of life, the craving for eternity.
Now a red ribbon, fasten ‘round
the waist of the world.
Lovelies, this is the blood of Christ.
He didn’t waste a drop.
Christ’s side was pierced, no red.
Water ran out instead. Completely
drained, his human experience profuse,
Our transfusion of mercy and grace.
Skewers, four seasons of fruit.
Juicy or dried, but delicious, satisfied
sanctification of each one, the saints.
Look to the Bishop of our Souls, the flame.
Fruit of the Spirit — love, joy, peace,
patience, kindness, goodness
faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.
Remind us! Let us see Christ inside us.
Christingle, look at it!
The loveliest of the lovelies
we celebrate. His birth, life,
death, resurrection and ascension.
Christingle reminds us
to remember his sacrifice, his love
for the whole world. What you hold
in your palm, infuse in your heart.
12/21/2020
** Winter’s Last Surprise **
How strange it seems
Being within a few days of Spring
To see the landscape
All covered in white!
How odd it feels
For all the trees’ branches
With all their twigs, too, showing
Every tip accentuated
— Ready to bud
Open to Spring —
But now how so jarring
To see the frigid air’s blanket
Of snow fallen
Heavily over everything…Is this a
Wanting act by Winter,as if
It were wishing to kill
The early-risen daffodils? To
Infuse despair into
Winter-weary trees along with
All the early green
Of the ground being turned white?
And, too, we must wear our gloves
Yet one more morning, going out
To clear the cars and walks
Of this snowfall’s final hoorah.
How much more marvelous will feel
The opening days of Spring’s clear,
Soft, azure blue skies!
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(c) sally young eslinger 3/12/22
Thanks be to God
If only I could hibernate
To awaken in the spring
To see sweet swathes of snowdrops
A welcome sign as spring begins
With daffodils and hyacinths
And tulips on their way
And pretty blue forget me nots
In gentle breeze shall dance and sway
The sun she rises higher in the cloudless bluest sky
Great feelings of expectation with every passing day
If only I could hibernate
Just like my tortoise Alfred the Great
For Alfie has the best idea
Snuggling down this time of year
Tummy full
And time to sleep
Not missing winter chills
Or other seasonal ills
I will awaken to spring sunshine
When all around is sparkling
Birdsong t'will infuse the air
There will be green shoots everywhere
Melodious love songs birds shall sing
To celebrate first day of spring
So now as I retire to bed
Snuggling ‘neath my duvet
Time for me to hibernate
And sleep until that special date
When sunshine takes the chill away
I’ll open up my eyes and say
hip hip hurray ~ it's spring today
‘tis time for me to celebrate
my happy springtime birthday date
Written 14th November 2020
Anxiety has me in a chokehold
Frustration causing me to lock and load
On the ropes trying not to emotionally drown
Life feels like quicksand dragging me further down
I’m on my knees praying for relief
Begging God to take away all my grief
I yearn to have a freedom in Christ
I desire to surrender to Him my life
I yearn to release my ways and my will
I need the Holy Spirit in me unsealed
I tried to do this all on my own
I now know I need the power of God’s throne
To shift me, to lift me, to set me up right
To strengthen me, to lengthen me,
to take away my plight
Lord cover me with the sacrificial blood
Grant me Your indefatigable love
I’m trading the pressure for the promise
I’m trading the panic for the peace
My hands are now wide open
I’m ready for the Spirit to be released
Fear is a memory, the future is here
Lord come unto me as I lay my soul bare
I yearn to have a freedom in Christ
I desire to surrender to Him my life
I yearn to release my ways and my will
I need the Holy Spirit in me to now heal
Fill me with Your goodness
Saturate me with Your grace
Let the Holy Spirit empower me
To possess an unwavering faith
I yearn to have a freedom in Christ
I desire to surrender to Him my life
I yearn to release my ways and my will
let a freedom in Christ to me be revealed
fill me with Your goodness
saturate me with Your grace
let the Holy Spirit infuse me
with an unwavering faith
cover me with the sacred blood
bestow to me your indefatigable love
fear is now a distant memory
the future is now here
Lord enter unto me as I lay my soul bare
I yearn to have a freedom in Christ
I desire to relinquish to Him my life
I yearn to release my ways and my will
Let a freedom in Christ in me be revealed
Clusters of refugee bubbles
Expelled from the side of my tank
Rise expanding in upward travels
Escaped depths, burst at surface
Forging against their vigour
Persuasive stream broken
by my bulky silver body
Interrupting incoming ongoing
Enthusiastic thousands
Spurts of filter flung hum
Tickle my sheer cycling fins
Tell me to nose dive again
Breaking trails of oxygen globes
Until Billy Bully Salmon slices in
Languid flicks follow frantic fro
Gyrating spotty specimen vie
Lunch pellet plops induce swished thrashing
Tumult on top flung untimed as ocean fury
Gaping lips capable of feeding incidentally
Cylindrical home groans, crowded by peers
Graduates from Tank Eight are due soon
To meet with intention, purpose imposed
Sight of orange net scooping candidates
Occasions mayhem, frenzied to catch bus
I surge with the fastest, fattest prime
For my place in net destiny
Overexposed oxygen exhausts me
Begins cressendo to deliver my bounty
Dry eyed tribute to nurtured practice honed
My splatting undulations
boast industry success
Cod calls me to lemon rained plate haven
Farmed fellows raised by deliberation
Egg nursery, microscopic sluge whirls
Infuse infant entire crew with dedication
To feed, to fulfil, crisp silver skin served
If you think eating me equals ocean depletion
You'll be pleased to imbibe controlled science
Take it from me, fat salmon, Raymond
I am desperate to get in your gut!
My reason for existence is to be ravished
Don't reject majestic fish - re-examine
The pearly peach flesh down throat glide
Indulge charitable fridge wrapped salmon
on the verge of being crucified
for our sins destined to die
He asked we keep His communion true
and never forget all He went through
Jesus promised to never forsake us
for us He atoned
He gifted us the Holy Spirit
so we'd never be alone
His presence a gracious entity
the Holy Spirit of godly intensity
let it to manifest in its totality
consume us with a godly propensity
Jesus promised to never forsake us
for us He atoned
He gifted us the Holy Spirit
so we'd never be alone
passionate purposeful
focused is our emotions
joy-filled, divinely driven
our dedicated devotion
the Holy Spirit of godly intensity
the Holy Spirit of godly sincerity
let it compel us, impel us
to be like Jesus the Christ
let it urge us, converge us
as we walk this Christian life
let us be like Jesus
who prayed through adversity
let the power of the Holy Spirit,
infuse us with it's intensity
let it break us to remake us
let it mold us to now enfold us
engulfed by its fires
as it burns away our sins
immersed in its desires
as it renews all over again
Jesus promised to never forsake us
for us He atoned
He gifted us the Holy Spirit
so we'd never be alone
the Holy Spirit of godly intensity
the Holy Spirit of godly sincerity
"My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain."
(Richard, Act 5 Scene 3)The Tragedy of Richard The Third, Shakespeare
Richard the Third was an evil, tyrant, a murderer. Ugly and unloved, deformed and hateful.
Shakespeare wrote this grim play, long with words and lines, with meditations, and death,
to infuse in us Richard the Third's villainous short rise to power . . .
Richard III, confesses to murdering King Henry the VI. He ordered many others to be
murdered also or put in the Tower of London, for extended stays ?
He presents himself as the true heir. A gentle and kind man. Pretending to be modest,
devout and humble. Anyone who protests is executed, brutally.
He claims that two children the true heirs are illegitimate and orders that they be killed,
and so they are. With no one in his way, he claims the throne of England.
But, his dreams are full of the ghosts of his victims. He wakes screaming to Jesus for help.
He is alone in his misery, making him even more miserable.
He loses popularity as his ways become known. His followers are stepping back. No longer
supporting him. It is a matter of time . . .
On a battle field, he is unhorsed. Shakespeare pens his famous quote, "a horse, a horse,
my kingdom for a horse." He is killed on that battle field but by who ? Many tales are told.
A bit of history. Richard the Third's remains were found and confirmed, in a former Greyfriars
Friary in Leicester, England in September 2012. The bones did indicate a curve to the spine.
Later, he was reburied with a grand funeral where anyone can visit now . . . But, did he deserve
a grand funeral ?
An ethereal dichotomy
governs my magnificent
muse,
Where adversarial forces
seamlessly, elegantly infuse.
They walk the knife- edge of
a psychological design,
A gorgeous synthesis of the
Deviant and the Divine.
One side is draped in
celestial, shimmering grace,
The other, an abyssal,
beautifully wicked embrace.
The divine architecture rises
in a cathedral of light,
Forging pristine inspirations
out of the chaotic night.
It whispers of high,
transcendent, immaculate
art,
Pumping absolute perfection
through a mortal heart.
With fingers of gold, this holy
aspect creates,
And opens the grand,
celestial, welcoming gates.
Yet, a dark necromancy stirs
beneath the serene facade,
A rebellious, deviant spirit
that refuses to applaud.
It is the wild, untamed, and
provocative flame,
Unbound by conventions,
entirely impossible to tame.
This shadow- dancer shatters
the sacred, fragile rules,
Mocking the stiff, puritanical
doctrines of fools.
Without the deviant spark,
the divine grows completely
cold;
Without the celestial
majesty, the chaos cannot
hold.
Together they twist in a
magnificent, creative dance,
Holding my captured mind in
a perpetual trance.
They are the opposing pillars
of a singular, brilliant throne,
The most intoxicating
masterpiece I have ever
known.
Oh beautiful friend, where are you?
I need you and you don't have a clue.
Without you I can no longer fly,
come back so I can soar above the sky,
You cause me to dream, now I’m so blue.
But you're gone, what am I supposed to do?
You are the main ingredient of my stew,
And cause sadness to say goodbye
Above all you brought hope.
Oh my imagination, I don't want to bid adieu,
You infuse and indwell only a selected few.
Now that you're gone I just sulk and sigh,
You were soothing, you didn't force nor pry,
Above all you brought hope.
Alexis Y.
9-24-17