Long Jolting Poems
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The Eagle of Isaiah 40:31*…
Activating achievement-appearance
Blowing blessings’ brilliance
Carrying changes’ chance
Directing drive-dare despite distance…
Extending endurance effortlessly
Fueling faith-fervor fully
Greeting God’s goodness’ glow graciously
Hoisting hopefulness-height hastily…
Increasing influence in instructing
Joining journey’s joy-jolting
Kindling kindness keeping kindred-knitting
Leading love’s lighting…
Moving miracle-magnification mightily
Nurturing nourishment-needs naturally
Optimizing obedience-opportunities openly
Pushing productiveness powerfully
Quickening qualm-quakes quickly…
Refreshing revival-rejuvenation
Satisfying secured salvation
Tossing triumphant transformation
Unleashing understanding’s utilization…
Vanquishing villains victoriously
Working well worthily
Xing ‘xcuses ‘xcellently
Yelling Yahweh’s yeas yieldedly
Zooming to Zion’s zenith’s zealously!!!
*Isaiah 40:31 But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
May 3, 2018
5th place, "I Wish That I Was Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Viv Wigley; judged on May 6, 2018.
Pope Benedict will leave his post,
A move unprecedented.
This news has come as quite a shock
To those he represented.
The Pope before him to step down,
From info I could glean,
Was Gregory XII, who left
In – yes! – 1415!
No wonder headlines blast this news,
For even laymen’s ears
Must hear how jolting this must seem –
It’s been six hundred years!
The Church will locate someone new
By searching ‘round the globe;
And surely they will find the man
Deserving of that robe.
Yet even though his subjects bow
And kiss his Papal ring,
I think that being Pope must be
The world’s most stressful thing.
The problems in the Papacy
With which a Pope must cope,
Seem so colossal, candidates,
When asked, should just say “Nope!”
Being the giver of my life:
Jolting me away from strife.
Loaning me to joyfulness
Graced with love and happiness.
The hunting wolves measuring the depth
Of the promiscous earth:
You tossed me above their claws,
Raising me beyond all flaws.
Even when the leopard figured my brights:
Even when i was wroth in its sight.
It intended to make me and destruction bethrot.
But dashed apart was it like cedar by his wrath.
Under his wing my shelter be:
Even like the mother hen's:Little mild chicks.
Through the hole of the wings my eyes perceived the foe:
And yea,by him,i did words throw.
'Come take me now' i'd said.
To the wandering timid chick who fled.
And i who once dwelt in the cave of fright,
Now take against all my plights.
Traces...
The beauty of your holiness,
Even crazed with indisguise awesomeness.
At the awe of your generosity,
My glottis soar in it's velocity.
Chewing: 'Oh how grateful am i'.
To the one who raised my arms!
17:21:17:20:56
Form:
when rustic rhythm tramples thought
that felon feelings, fabrications fought
thorn thumping merging meagre moan
I tell you! Lanky love glibs gaunt growth
a man with worth wields guts
trails tramples, smothers sassy lust:
damp decisions seeped'n salient acme
fractured features foil strained spree
jolting joy has met with dainty disgrace
squashed semantics prune its pulpy praise;
some with whooshing wealth think they afford joy
when 'twouldn't even to punctured power coil
jumpy joy lodges in hoisted hemisphere
but visits varying variables; more cum mere.
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Note: of reeling reserata.
The poor little thing, he was just a’shivering
Scared right out of his wits I’d see him jolting
Bewildered, seeking strong arms to hold him tight
To make him feel a little safe and calm his fright
Though at times I’d feel earth’s sudden trembling
To me t’was but torrential rains with bolts of lightning
Everyone knows I’m deaf since birth just like my aunt
But my dear little dog didn’t buy my being nonchalant
He shivered violently with those pitiful large eyes
As viciously outside the storm continued to terrorize
I took my pooch into my loving arms, got warm
Curled up and together waited out the storm
Tried to appease his pounding heart
Confident was he we’d never be apart
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 14, 2018 for contest DESCRIBE A THUNDER STORM WITHOUT THE SENSE OF SOUND sponsored by BRENDA CHIRI - RANKED 3RD
Dark.
Cool air breathing across my bed. Stomach in knots and a dull ache in my chest. Pressure rising in my throat, I can’t breathe.
Am I dreaming?
I gasp for air, jolting up from my bed. My familiar room, lit only from the glow of the bathroom light.
BUZZ.
A voicemail from an unknown number. The unrecognizable man’s voice telling me to call back immediately. I press call.
RING. RING.
The same masculine voice pierces through the speaker. We confirm the information and nothing could’ve prepared me for those next few words.
Life altering.
The kind of news that literally knocks all the air out of your body. Your dad, he’s deceased. My eyes grew blurry in an instant. Ringing started to fill my ears and unknowingly, I screamed.
Pain. Emptiness.
The echoing pulse deepened and expanding into this suffocating weight. Pounding through my head until it became unbearable. And this sharp, jagged feeling inside my chest. How can my dad really be gone?
Mute.
Questions unasked and answers left unspoken. Like a dark hole on a rampage, whirling around my core. My life on fast forward and my body stuck. Lodged in time. I open my mouth to speak, but the words never escape.
The abyss.
This agony, I feel it in every trace of my being. In every silence; in every fleeting moment, there’s still this echo of you.
Grief.
It’s literally love with absolutely no place to go. No one to share it with. Most days I still wake up feeling that void. Grieving can be loud, it can be quiet. It can be dancing to a song that reminds you of that person. It can be eating a tub of ice cream while crying, staring at old photographs. But me; I hear your voice still, like a whisper carried in the midnight breeze. Or your warmth; in the rays of sunshine that beam across my face. I’m holding onto all these memories; to paint the beautiful story of your life, for your four grandchildren. They’ll know about you; your gentle ways, they’ll know your name dad.
*Reserata Carcerem XLVI*
Salient Sufi quondam was hexed;
haggard hags hoisted hurls 'n' were vexed,
apt alakazam gin behoved -
ere, he'd betrothed marred mercies thrown.
Pestered paddock anon hurled hymns,
pored panther knocked 'p gaunt 'n' gullible thrill,
apared asp pruned pulpy foils time tossed,
taunted trio 'n clumsy cauldron washed.
Sent they then wanky winds t' bear thence
ere sassy Sufi wh' loathed rec'mpense.
T' transient agora bore they him;
a felon furrow 'n an isle's lips.
Jolting judgement torn trio ñ him leased;
an attendant t' paddock 'n' asp's spree.
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Note:
a) of jolting judgement.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Sufi - A mystic Muslim
ii) Hexed - to cast spell
iii) quondam - long ago
iv) hags - witches
v) gin (obsolete) - a trick
vi) behove - befit
vii) paddock - toad, frog
viii) Anon - immediately
ix) Apar - armadillo
x) asp - snake
xi) thence - from there
xii) ere - before
xiii) Agora - a place of gathering.
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) 'n' - and
ii) he'd - he had
iii) 'p - up
iv) 'n - in
v) t' - to
vi) wh' - who
vii) ñ - on
(Posted today 30th sept 2020)
I'm not quick to be fanciful
as I tend to explain every mystery
in a natural, rational, scientific way.
Yet one of the few unexplained mysteries in my life
which refuse to be erased from memory
was when there was an earthquake years ago
And both dad and I felt the presence of heavy
ginormous wingspans beating on our roof
as if that huge flying creature
was causing the quaking and shaking of the earth beneath us.
Lots of thoughts still roll in my mind to explain it.
Was it a supernatural Angel causing the jolting
or was it some flying dinosaur like a pterosaur
which hadn't gone extinct but was too evasive and elusive?
to be documented by discoverers.
I could try inking a dactyl on pterodactyls
but I just can't think of a rational explanation of what
we heard and felt but never saw .
Seeing is believing but so is hearing and feeling.
Its wings and flapping wing beat had felt and sounded
like some mammoth bird bigger than an ostrich .
So what in the big wide world was this creature
right on our roof overhead
that we never got to see?
Through the whispers of the evening, when the moon weaves songs on strings of light,
Who has fancied that love is weighed in pearls of spoken syllables aligned?
As dazzling hearts follow their cosmic tango in an endless pulsar’s flight,
And hidden gazes cross in the void, just intertwined spirits, unseen, entwined.
Who dared to claim that grand amour wears the cloak of solemn deeds on parade?
It reveals itself dreadfully tender, in small moments planting roots so deep,
In the convulsions of purified laughter under the astral vault that secretly cloaks our union,
In the lenient silence that echoes more slowly than litanies of orphaned words, forlorn and steep.
No, our love does not mold its path in ephemeral gifts or in phrases that shine,
But it lies hidden in the embrace of fingers declaring silent serenades, in entangled looks,
In laughter bursting without summons, in the echoless symbiosis of quiet being,
In that spectrum of sensations more vibrantly jolting in silence, not tossed like books.
In the core of a world that bellows and blinks amid clamor and chaos,
Where words roll through the air, delicate but devoid of meaning,
You are my silent haven, in your canvas I smile, exuding serenity,
In the way your eyes roam as if they’re painting our great odyssey in the sacred eternal leaning.
So let me, please let me lay my eyelids above you, to touch you only with glances,
To luxuriate in the chapters of you unexplored, to dissolve the shroud that veils your blood,
Allow me to discover you, to embrace, to paint my love in elongated strides,
For the story we inscribe never halts at words, but in seconds that flow gently, without a lengthy thud.
Memories dance across our minds
Day to day memories surround
Stand and look at scenery that astounds
Jolting us into times gone by.
Family, closely followed by places you visit
Always with our forever friend.
Other memories jump the queue
Land of your birth waits to welcome you.
Returning for a visit long overdue
Journey, long and arduous.
Arrival, brings a smile to our faces
Bridge in view, brings homesick feelings.
Onward, onward, signs point the way
Arrival at birthplace, causes laughter
Families, friends, all waiting eagerly
Visits, mealtimes all sorted early.
Where to start, planning is a pleasure
Visit haunts that were treasures.
Breathe the air, so joyful to be here
Now, time to start that fateful journey.
Where you started childhood
Does the home still exist?
Always a welcome on your return
Other visits, lots of sadness.
Stand there looking at concrete and brick ruins
Memory banks start a slide show.
You just sit back as memories wash over you
Voices, laughter, fills the void.
Faces appear clear as day
If only you could touch and have your say.
Time to turn and walk away
Sadness presses itself upon you.
Bump into long lost friends, hugs, and kisses
Hold on tight to your forever friend.
Leaving this place, your heart it aches
Back to where your future called.
Another bridge, clearly seen from the air
Your other Country wants to welcome you.