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All the questions answered
All the feeling shown
All of loves reality all the way
to the bone
All the sit beside me's
All the time on the phone
All secrets finally revealed
we made ourselves at home
All the meet my relatives
All the things I own
All the giving pleasure
especially when we're alone
All the heavenly wishes
All secret jealousies known
All the Earth could give us
till suddenly you were gone
All the Angels mourned us
All of our worlds time was gone
All that I had given suddenly
battered and scorned
All the meaningful weeping
All the shock of alone
All the weary depressions
irresistibly shone
Yet all of you I gave to God
Who gave me to you
All I know is waiting for me
with in my faithful view
All of Us, this part of me that
God has joined with you
Just waiting for a better beginning
When God makes all things new
Form:
Differences can tear apart or bring you close together
Sometimes songs have harmony when sung by birds of different feather
Listen close and you might learn about a thing or two
Close your mind and shout a lot – no one listens to you
I jumped in the soup, a neophyte, afraid I might get burned
But found support from learned souls, everywhere I turned
Taken to places I didn’t know exist; a new world opened up to me
People willing to share their gifts of limitless possibility
But, some were stubborn and fought a lot about forms and certain rules
Some were full of jealousies and were being rather cruel
And at times, the soup began to acquire a bitter taste
But soon you learn what ingredients to savor and which ones are simply waste
Differences can tear apart or bring you close together
Sometimes songs have harmony when sung by birds of different feather
Listen close and you might learn about a thing or two
Close your mind and shout a lot – no one listens to you
So, jump in,
Take a swim,
The soup is oh so fine;
Add some spice,
Help make it nice,
And bring along some wine;
Sit over here,
And bend my ear,
With thoughts I never thought;
I want to learn,
From everyone,
The things that they were taught.
Differences can tear apart or bring you close together
Sometimes songs have harmony when sung by birds of different feather
Listen close and you might learn about a thing or two
Close your mind and shout a lot – no one listens to you
by Joe Flach, written and posted on 6/2/2014 for Dave Wood's contest
There are some who say,
that we were never close.
They are the ones who
made the connections impossible.
When you were born God had smiled,
and I cried.
Because we were told,
you were born without fingers and toes.
Father had lied to us,
and I never forgave him for that.
Such sad and wicked things,
we endured.
You were perfect,
in every way, Angela.
A new little sister,
A beautiful little Angel.
We grew up,
In a household full of stress filled commotion.
We never had stable love,
But you always looked up to me.
And I always tried to be,
Like a Mother to you, when you were small.
Angela this poem,
Is dedicated to you.
__________________________________
DELIVER US
The years have passed,
since you've gone,
thrown to heaven,
On a song.
I believed in you,
and the things you said,
I never acted on it,
It was so wrong.
Jealousies from the one,
who told you don't ever call,
I always waited to hear from you,
but she helped to build your walls.
I remember you telling me,
condescendingly she said you looked like me,
she had evil intentions,
hiding way down beneath.
I will always remember you,
you remembered me too,
It was me and God,
In your hour of need, that you last spoke to.
God has you now,
and some day,
I will join you,
together we shall pray.
For all the wicked ones,
who have no conscience,
no morals,
who are in this life an evil constant.
Rock-a-bye my sister,
sleep well and stay safe,
know that I love you,
forever and a day.
Vickie Hurtt-Thayer Poet
It smells like pickles green in Autumn
Aromas arise like Frankenstein in formaldehyde
Tubular, somewhat spiny, objects plump
Ready to be plucked at midnight
Be not pickled in perpetuity
Be not afraid of the moon in gravity
Be not drowned in your own juices
Harvest arrives on time within the margins
Gardeners gather up the treasures in the fields
On gentle breezes in their mysteries
Command attention to details
Wherein the Earth gives up its riches
Auras of famished women come with hunger
Peculiar are the agencies of pickles
Beyond our comprehension of pregnancy
Textures and substance stand there implied
More than compromised, more than desired
Commingling in the thickening brine
There comes a time for pickles to arrive
Baptized in juices cloudy
In favorable conditions facing south
Towards flavors drenched in dill savory
Splendor is found in jars kept from light
From tidal forces and moons influence
And sun’s petty jealousies
With lids turned right, twisted tight
Held by forces anesthetized
Pregnant with possibilities
Pickles scream at insatiable women
In pain with a blossoming womb
As plump as their cries in child birth allow
And a hunger for life itself consumed
What's the purpose of these tears...
They are the testimony of my heart's truth...
Testimony is not purpose,
it's a telling of trauma teaching,
what has taught your heart
these priceless tears...
The teacher of my heart is love relentless...
Who is this love teacher...
My soul~flame, Inamorato of pulse tornado,
the love leader of my poetry...
How has he led your life
into the battlefields of love heroic...
He lifted me from longing
into a kiss of belonging...
How was he able to achieve
this romantic rescue...
He judged not my jealousies,
held me when the night spoke of sin,
when my demons dared to drag me
my phoenix Inamorato immolated them
with a voice of victorious thiunder,
and his technique of touch
a passion revolutionary...
What makes your hero lover a phoenix...
He has survived the conflict
of Time and competition,
he has defied distance
and collapsing dreams,
his heart has continued to listen
to my lips
as they have spelled his soul
with endless ink...
Is this phoenix in your possession...
We possess one another dire,
He will fail without Me,
and I will die without him...
Toy mentioned a love song
that only you and he sing, please share...
Melt my tears into your sweet fire...
Drip your tears onto the lick of my fire...
Take my tears into your raw fire...
Spill your tears into the warm hands
of my fire...
Convert my tears into catharsis...
Smolder me with love tear spirit...
Take my tears into Time's curse...
Rain your love diamond water
into my open mouth...
Save Us from Death's envy
of love immortality...
J.A.B.
Yeah,
go ahead, stare at my crow's feet,
I don't mind
I'm proud of them
earned every one...
broken my back
broken this
broken that
ninety proof patch
thatched hut for a heart
and broken clock soul
Yeah, crow's feet, look closely,
there etched in unforgiving-unforgivable
tin miscarriages
cornucopias spilling the seeds of lust
sticky-petty jealousies on a path of forever
the broken flesh of those never born
gouging at the skin around the soul.
You, on the other hand
don't have any crow's feet
your palette and brushes are clean.
haven't earned any
haven't buried what you love...
enough
given (it )all to a heart
only to retrieve (it) from the earth
to be put out of its misery.
you haven't gotten those pixie dusted eyes broken,
but you'll catch up... someday,
it's coming
way-way down the tracks...at the empty station,
where nothing breathes but crow prints
in a fragile evening mud-
In the shadows of my heart
I feel the shame growing, strengthening
Itself through the memories of a past
Where I just didn’t grasp the meaning of His Grace
His love and His kindness, His mercy
So inspiring…
In the shadows of my heart
I feel like I should just give up, but where
Oh where could I go…
Even in doubt, even in despair, even in dishonor
He is my only answer. He is the only way
He is the where who I embrace when I can’t see
Past the fears and tears, through the darkness
That seems like it will never lift, - feels like I will
Never see the light of the SON, THE SON
The MOST BEAUTIFUL SON!
In the shadows of my heart
I feel the humiliation of my own jealousies,
My own fears, my own dishonor and indignity
Destroying my hopes and dreams, discrediting
Me, my belief… oh, please – Savior, beautiful SON
Shine down through my soul, bless me with Your love,
Silence the doubts, the sorrows, the destroyer…
Who comes to kill and wreck the beautiful that
Will never fade, the beautiful that is the way to see
Into the spirit of those who believe HE IS THE LIGHT
He is the King! He is the reason for everything –
He is the SON who lights up my soul!
In the shadows – there are sorrows untold,
Fears that I’ve never spoken, tears that have never
Fallen – yet, when I remember Him, the SON
Who abides with me, through every dark place,
Through every disgrace… I remember this LOVE
That gives meaning to the word – JESUS!
In the shadow of my heart, I know SOMEONE
Who casts away every hurt and brings me into the light,
Where I can finally see – He is brighter than the sun,
More beautiful than the moon – He silences every hurt
He is the ONE who brings me hope, faith and love
He is the only REASON I seek Him, overcome with the knowledge
That HIS LOVE abides through every shadow, every fear
WITH HIM, I can face the worst there is with the assurance
That WITH HIM, I will never be without a prayer
Because of Him, my intercessor, my prayers are met
With God’s acceptance!
I love HIM more than I can say – with love that never doubts or fades
Thank YOU, Jesus.. for everything!
No mirror shows reflection
were it not for light and
dark, that which surrounds
and enfolds us, warms and
chills our inner – the deeper
degrees of being. Numbers,
weights and scales are our own
inventions, for God keeps no such account,
seeing only, who walks in with
us, and how we arrived –
Our internal image charged
by those oscillating fuels of love
and hate; spoken and driven~the
engines moving us forward
and back as a humanity...can stall at
the foot of a mountain, or on a one-way
bridge – gleams that never find
a return channel to steadier stars,
unable to escape the firmament-gravity
of super-glued ego –
Lust for Power, jealousies, need to control
others and all else in our environments,
are some of the Balls And Chains we
sing about, rhyme and push our poetry,
while leaving our souls trailing behind –
True Soul-life, not only sentient feelings, but
the spirit body of God appealing to us, from out
the mist of our wanderings, longing for conscious
reunion –
It's silly that you have your secrets
and I have mine; they make us kind of cheat
living out our sensual fantasies,
giving no attention to jealousies:
we live for one thing and burn in their heat
of passion, tasting all delights!
Hiding secrets, living on lies
seems wrong to others, not to us;
we aren't the faithful ones
who aren't sorry after causing tears!
It's strange to fit in a normal world...
where most people believe in themselves,
they look at us and move along;
we aren't admired, we aren't loved...
we aren't perfect, we just drift along
living in the moment, indulging in desires!
Hiding secrets and living on lies
is breathing air, without it we won't survive;
I am weak Adam tempted by sinful Eve:
whatever she gives me is sweetness!
Will our foolishness ever end
and put a stop to madness?
What do you tell two blind people
that the road to pleasure is not always
the one to choose but a bad example?
Change your belief, don't be condemned!
Hiding secrets, living on lies...
is a smart way to avoid cries!
The
three-fold
flame of Christ
must be embraced
first with love we give
to all the world. This is
how God wants for us to live.
Once we let go of childish ways
like petty jealousies, pride and greed,
love can then grow to light our earth-life days.
With love comes also something we all need:
wisdom to know best how to proceed
along our pathways, and with this
something else then comes along
to bring more peace and bliss:
The power to glow
as we grow with
the three-fold
flame of
Christ.
June 17, 2022
for Unseeking Seeker's The Three-Fold Flame of Christ