Long Inquiry Poems
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Line of inquiry:
“a heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I Am that dwelling in unbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation” - Unseeking Seeker
The great “I Am” has said,
“I will be what I will be.”
No beginning and no end,
Creator of ALL is He.
Mere words cannot describe Him.
We have no category
in which to put the LORD
with His omnipotent glory.
He’s yesterday and today.
He is omnipresent,
immutable, outside of time,
and totally transcendent.
We cannot comprehend
The One Who is “All-seeing.”
We are just becoming
while He is ever Being!
He’s the Way, the Law,
the Truth, the Door,
and the Bread of Life;
the One that I adore.
Brighter than the sun,
in fact – He’s Heaven’s Light,
and what He wants to do
is bless us with delight.
I praise the Word Yahweh,
Who gave us all first breath
and a hope in life eternal
which frees mankind from death.
Yo poets, preachers, and prophets,
Here this game, cause there are two prophets,
That inspire me, to keep raging against machines of injustice,
One white, one black, one academic, the other spits music,
Two preachers, two prophets of corporate imagination,
Wyclef Jean, takin’ grunge gurus, hindu songbirds, Christian taggas, and
muslim daggas,
Ragin’ war on hatred, one world, one groove, soothin’ with psalms, I mean
balms of righteous guidance,
And then there’s timothy, like biblical prophecy, he’s a young monster of
academic precision,
And on the side, he writes rhymes in secret,
And though kind of agnostic, he walks with God, cause he trusts the universe,
To help him write poems and papers,
But yo, suffering found him, in the boat, he hit the storm,
Dark forms of stress, they came to test him,
But he never lost faith, like job, he drove to daydreams of new beginnings,
Cause yo, tenure don’t define us, and neither does ASQ,
We few, who see more, can take business to new levels,
Through honest inquiry, regarding questions of justice, yo hear me bust this,
He is unstoppable, and if he simply holds on,
Like Wyclef Jean and the fugees, like Carnival Volume II,
He’ll create a symphony, that defines a hold new way of seeing,
Yo I’m seathing, believin’ in his power,
This young timothy, let no one despise his youth,
He spits truth,
And soon, he’ll hit breakthrough,
Publishin’ books, papers, and straight new frameworks,
He’ll show us how the game works,
Cause though perhaps agnostic, my God is with him, like Yoda and skywalker,
He’s gonna convert vada, through the wisdom of the Savior,
Yo avatars, coming up and going down, I’m glad I found a scholar,
Who’s got the groove, to loose his mind to find God’s rhythmic answers,
To cancers of the soul and body too,
Yo hold on, cause two poets, one black, one white,
About to take flight, and that’s real!
I Am That I Am
Line of inquiry:
“a heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I Am that dwelling in unbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation”
My Poem
I sought Him - In the lows and highs,
In the darkness, in the light
In the warmth of spring,
In the chill of autumn’s breeze
I sought Him - In the joy and the pain
In the sunlight, and the rain
In the wonder of life’s blessings
In the knowledge of each lesson
I sought Him - In the beauty and the fear
In the laughter so sincere
In the song that robin’s sang
In the gentlest winter snowflake
I sought Him - In the knowing and the naïve
In the distance and the familiar
In the quiet and the madness
In the sweetness of a favorite prayer
I sought Him - In the melody of falling leaves
In the silence of imploring grief
In the wonder of echoed praise
In the beauty of heaven’s grace
I sought Him - In the mountains and the seas
In the colors of hope and humility
In the heart who truly believes
In the truth of spiritual empathy
I sought Him
And found Him
When I knew
Wherever I am… God is there, too!
Line of inquiry:
”The dream seems real since we don a form,
borrowed from elements of that domain,
but if we simply chose not to conform,
we wake up when desires to rest are lain.” Unseeking Seeker
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The world we touch, looks like solid surface,
A certainty that seems to hit the face,
Like the floor beneath us, the chair we grace,
Like the unbending stone, the stable space.
But if we glance anew, with inner eye,
Where vanishing vapours veer to the sky,
Or the age long mountain stretches in time,
They are but perceptible shades that mime.
The river's flow, a continuous stream,
Is but water borne from a fleeting dream,
A wild warm whispering light, a shrewd fray,
Unraveling its cute form every day.
We build walls, from neighbours to shelve ourselves ,
Render arid deserts our inner self,
Yet in its appearance, though rough and small,
The spaces shine, beyond any recall.
The nearby earthen field on which we stand,
Sprinkled with cosmic dust from distant lands,
Is constantly in motion, round and round,
But it is not felt, nor a settled ground.
So, let us not trust solely what we feel,
The touch that renders all matter real,
For all that we may grasp, all we may see,
May just be shades of a frail tapestry.
The touch can deceive as the sight can lie,
Beneath the clear celestial open sky.
For all objects are in motion, in flow,
The only truth we`ll ever truly know.
I fumbled across it,
whilst tunnelling under a tree
The one superfluous atom,
left over from reality
Now positioned straight ahead,
looking directly into me
Emerging from some quanta,
imperceptible yet I can see
The missing nucleus of balance,
and pinnacle of all belief
No evidence required
No probability,
No examination
No stewards inquiry,
No foggy darkness
In absolute clarity,
Came from before the beginning,
to remain when everything ends
Past present and future,
in the same uninterrupted tense
Oh one superfluous atom,
creates an omnipresent sense
Continuums of structure expand,
simultaneously as they condense
Equilibrium could only arrive,
when this surplus atom went
I wish I may
I wish I might
today’s the day
I’ve seen your light
Superfluous atom
grant my wish tonight
Giving me this moment,
I’d longed since being born
Banished all misconception,
taking away my thorn
Drew back deaths curtain,
opening every possible dawn
Spacetime unwinds,
into a smooth universal lawn
At last I can see beyond,
even the Big Bang is gone
Eternity vanquished
Infinity overcome
Barriers relinquished
Perpetuity’s done
Theories extinguished
Equations equal none
All because one superfluous atom,
chose to remain alone
This God particle, self evicted,
so our space could be freely grown
By
David Kavanagh
In regards to your inquiry
Concerning my anticipated fate
I've become my own attorney
Representing my estate
It has come to my attention
I am surrounded by greedy leeches
The inheritance of my pension
Is solid with no breaches
I was granted a hefty loan
A bit more than than you might expect
A sweet old man on the phone
My future payments, she would neglect
Her voice was utterly ginger
And I felt she should retire
I'll enjoy my adventure
She'll finish when I expire
The rules, we may have tooled
But she is long gone by now
Successfully I fooled
I'll give myself a bow
As you hear these words on paper
There is nothing you can do
My home is burned to vapor
My street name is Stew
The cops are in a riot
searching for Bonnie and Clyde
My tombstone, I did buy it
Leaving with my pride
Bonnie is very intelligent
Much more so than you
There's no telling where she went
Or the money she has blew
She has a new identity
My plan was fool proof
Her destination, infinity
The banks will be aloof
When I had you sign that document
The one I claimed was just a legality
I granted myself access to your every cent
Such a bitter sweet reality
You can teach an old dog new tricks
Especially one with a vendetta
Now, your problems, my money can't fix
No shoulda, coulda, woulda
Line of inquiry:
“What if life is a lucid dream
Borne by thoughts we ourself did stream
Wherein our designated role
Is to dance atop love’s moonbeam”
It happens when I don’t allow myself
The time to think of what is to be
As I let myself put the past on a shelf
I remember bruises, pain – and fall to my knee
It happens when I feel the dark shadows
Revealing the way fears have taunted me
Silhouettes who’ve haunted, only God knows
There was a time when I was so carefree
It happens when I grasp time that’s passed
Past tears remembered, revealing my soul
What once was, my memories, hopes holdfast
As God tells me His love can make me whole
It happens when I feel the pain settling in
Telling me that even love can’t restore
What has been, the sorrows and the sin
Only His grace and peace comes before…
And I remember what it is to believe
It happens when my heart realizes He relieves
I don’t have any need to grieve
Because His love never leaves…
His love never leaves, so I can see
Past the pain and fear, the tears
Though I feel haunted, I am free
Because He silences all my worst fears
It happens when I think of death
And know that this time on earth will end
In the silence, I feel His gentle breath
Soothing away the darkness like a true friend
He is a friend who will ever be with me
Gentling my tears and restoring my heart
So I can know, whatever is to be…
He is the light whose glow will never depart
He is the light who rises in my soul
Lifting the worries and grief
He brings back what the devil stole
And relieves me with sweet belief
I believe He is the way, the truth, the life
And, because I know Him – I can find
The wonder of a faith that silences all strife
He is the Lord and He is always kind
It happens when I realize He will ever be
The Joy of my soul, the music in the song I sing
The Lord, the Savior, the One who set me free
Listen to the rhythm of the One to whom I cling
The epiphany is that He can take away
All the shadows, the pain, the fear
With Him beside me, come what may
I know that He will bless every tear
Lines reign rectangular beyond widely
sombre dour density of inhabitants
Living rendered responsible behind wisely
secure doors definitely insure us
Neighbours harbour unfamiliar stories
Measureless textures hold untapped instruction
Sectioned protected fences forbode inquiry
Composite dismissed in driveway's reflection
Stranger to Earth's purposeful cycle
Continuum of plenty and scarcity
Cup overflows with options available
Convenience success declares to be
Money making matrix of tyranny
directs development's doctrine devours
Cataclysmic quick fix erect a thousand
nature inhibiting pattern of houses
Maze Ministers administer complacency
Tempered treacle assertions anethetise
Placated patients injected with necessity
Propel dominance of capitalism's rise
Studious city sews a hem pressed wide
Insidious greed knows a slow demise
Commodities local harvest would provide
Remote industry manoeuvre bulk supplies
Creek dipped reaching tree to residents listens
Combined myriad of incessant insects minuscule
Comical tousles, tasks of a toiling existence
Trials surmounted gain victories incremental
Environmentally in tune communities
easily trade effort borne resources
Trust, patience, guidance received
Compassion's fountain pours importance
Muscle of masses hinge bones as ligaments
Harvesting knowledge of fecundity's longevity
Endurance and learning with strength intersect
Woven contribution formulates society's liberty
Ghost Light
The palace used oil lamps for centuries
It came time to make a change
Electricity installation and wiring began
One thousand light bulbs were delivered
One hundred fifty watts should light things up
Each light was sealed within its box
No way could they get out on their own
The small boxes holding bulbs began to rise
Broke open the crate that housed them
Floated down the hallways of the castle by themselves
Then began to light up on their own
No electricity aided in this process
As wire installation had only just begun
The bulbs in all their mystery flew free
From the boxes that restrained them
Hovering along the corridors at night they roamed
Lit up brilliantly expanding but only for a moment
Before exploding, glass fragments, filaments flying
Cascading in the air in one big storm and burst of life and light
Before falling to the floor in one strange ghost like mist
A green dim glow of mystery, mess and chaos
The owners of the palace did not say a word
Did not venture the smallest guess or inquiry
Being dignified, regal and obviously, intelligent in front of friends
The palace went back to using oil lamps
In Saudi Arabia they say…. Oil is man’s best friend….. Oil is the best
Ranks of glossy printed editions
squeezed into a concertina of space.
The acrylic smell of new books
is cordite to my nose.
Then in softer contrast,
the musky ambiance of the old and well-thumbed,
a well used dust on dust-covers.
A tactile nosegay of leather-bound
classics.
Fact or fiction,
all are revelations revealed.
The appeal of the alphabetically ordered,
arrayed in an athenium
of only passing inquiry.
Movies have usurped many of these stories,
as well as Wikipedia factoids, reviews, e-books,
and word of mouth accounts.
I crouch and stretch
in a confined alcove for a few volumes
that have kept their obscure tales
under cryptic wraps.
I could take them home, maybe fill a single shelf;
speed-read my way through,
read the blurbs and the last chapters,
just in case I am ever asked.