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Poetry
The mind's calligraphy
Unconscious Desires
Pens in unison setting the world wide on fire
Capturing the essence of the human struggle
when time seems to crawllllll slower than an aging slug
or fast forwards like a spinning mouse on the wheel
Loneliness......... like frigid toes losing their sensation in ice.
Feelings of lust.......... so thick in pleasure it makes your thighs quiver
Loss and bereavement..... so heavy it aches the soul much more than a piercing dagger could ever.
Overwhelming joy........ just like when you lept over that waterfall in Jamaica
Words, sensations, emotions, make us connected like long lost seperated twins
Poetry My Love, my muse, my safekeeping, my confident, and my verbal eternity.
My protests were ignored!
He lept and then ran,
shooting out the door
at about a quarter to four.
Now, he is running free.
I know he feels good.
Frisky and full of glee
is how he likes to be.
I looked outside
when the clock said five.
There lay three critters
and none were alive.
These were gifts to me,
given that I may feed.
He was quite proud
to serve my need.
I called out his name,
played the waiting game,
standing in airy silence
because he never came.
With hands on hips,
I checked again at six.
There lay a mouse
doing tortured flips.
I had enough of this!
His behavior must be nixed.
His hunting must be stopped
before another life is popped.
I walked the streets
shaking his treats,
calling his name
and smiled when he came.
The hunting, fierce beast
now lay small at my feet
in the middle of the street,
Purring for his treats.
My anger was released
as I rubbed a soft crease.
He rolled over with ease
to show he was pleased.
Now, a little before seven,
I began some quick stepping,
heading for our home haven
to shelter my killing felon.
Snuggling him in my arms
so no other life was harmed,
I cooed in babyish tones
while walking my tiger home.
Now far offshore and beaten by the waves,
into the wind, they pulled to no effect.
The choppy seas, enough to quell the brave,
lept o’er the gunwales, merciless, unchecked.
He came to them, the fourth watch of the night;
not recognizing him, they were dismayed.
Thinking a ghost, they cried out at the sight.
Take heart; it is I. Do not be afraid.
Then Peter answered, Lord, if it is you,
command me, Walk, and I will come on out,
walked on the water till his fear broke through;
O you of little faith, why did you doubt?
Then, making far more progress than before,
with Christ aboard, they pulled for the far shore.
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------ this is meant with a degree of humor -----
------ but I know, joy is in the ears that hear -----
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To quote as truth a source for which
You otherwise show great disdain
Is humorous at best, a stitch
That some might say was not quite sane.
And if you cherish this sweet book,
But have not read it much of late,
It’s time you took another look,
And gave some other verses weight.
If Genesis is normative
For when it is all life begins
Then we should take a closer look
At other verses close therein.
For “breath of life” can only be
Applied to one by “Adam” called;
That you’d apply this verse to Eve?
Oh, exegete! Do be appalled!
In fifteen verses, very clear,
We see God do a nice ad lib,
Puts Adam in a heavy sleep
And liberates Eve from his rib!
Now something here just can’t be right;
No, something here just doesn’t jive.
God’s “breath of life” did not her grace;
The woman cannot be alive!
To call these verses normative
Is simply ludicrous, of course.
The “breath of life” God gave the dust?
Not air, but animating force.
And in this telling of our firsts
neither of them come from a womb,
So literal or figurative,
we need to give these verses room.
A babe will breath when it is born
On schedule or ahead of time.
You know that’s not the entry point:
As silly as a talking mime.
Way back in John, when Christ appears
upon arising, after death,
Gives the disciples Spirit then,
Conferring it with sacred breath.
Were they then dead before he breathed?
In some sense, yes, perhaps contrived
Christ’s Spirit thus has come to stay;
Spiritually, they are alive.
You don’t belive that labor does
Somehow propel those clumps of cells
By magic through the birth canal
And then form babes when they’re expelled?
Of course not, or there’d be a glitch
In logic with regard to sections.
But nobody believes all that;
it's just a case of misdirection.
We read a babe lept in the womb;
In Psalms, He forms our inward parts.
Christ, too, alive, ere left the tomb,
And now, he’s giving life to hearts.
Let’s study then, the scriptures well;
Bereans be: look for yourself.
Review in depth when life begins,
Not leave His counsel on the shelf?
She danced with the moon
For the stars in the sky,
Then into my heart;
I’ll never know why.
Her laughter, contagious;
Enchanting her looks.
Lept right of the pages
From storied old books.
She sings up the morning
And tucks in the night.
That lilting, sweet voice
Tells me everything’s right.
When she’s gone, I’m empty
And filled with despair:
An unfillable void,
Black nothingness there.
And then she returns
On the rays of the sun,
Glittering, sparkling,
Like gold thread, finespun.
She danced with the moon
For the stars in the sky,
Then into my heart;
I’ll never know why.
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for the POEM ON POETRY MUSE Poetry Contest
sponsored by Beata Agustin
written on 03/23/2022
*Image of Horse Carousel by Pixabay.
Paradise Holds A Horse's Crown
~o~ ~o~ ~o~
Tis naught mere magic to be found,
for they have lept beyond the ground,
All in plastic they wore as gowned,
smiled in pretense confused the frowned,
Paint ashen white and horsey browned,
ere their lift dips flowerbed drowned,
All earlier had been preowned,
earned their freedom per pound by pound,
For they had pranced purposed meant clowned
froze on carousels round and round,
~o~ ~o~ ~o~
Paradise holds a horse's crown,
~o~ ~o~ ~o~
Naught to gait frolic fixed they wound,
gift with horse sense made naught a sound,
In righteousness, they did expound,
wonders commenced and made a mound,
That they grew from merry-go-round,
launched by faith be now Heaven bound,
Sought was you deservingly hound,
enwrapped in dreams had you been found,
Enjoined in quest blessings surround,
collectively after fairground,
~o~ ~o~ ~o~
Paradise holds a horse's crown,
~o~ ~o~ ~o~
Upon a steed saw you profound,
rewards a lift be him spellbound,
Comes opened gate all are inbound,
a genteel spot e'er a playground,
Boy gifts release gaits all around,
beset in gold placed out a crown
Views linger as a boy propound,
a fostered life former background,
A boy realized belonged crown,
rightfully his steed be renowned,
~o~ ~o~ ~o~
Paradise holds a horse's crown.
~o~ ~o~ ~o~
Now John and Peter went, for it was time to pray,
A beggar lame from birth encountered on the way.
They found him at the gate, called ‘Beautiful’, this one,
So named because, at day, it glistened in the sun.
And so he met them there, in need, with outstretched palms,
And as they passed him by, he asked to receive alms.
So Peter caught his eye; he said, “Now look at us.”
For they had things to say, had something to discuss.
“I have no gold to give, but what I have I’ll share,”
And in the name of Christ, he healed his lameness there.
He lept up from the ground and danced with joy; he walked!
The people ‘round him stared; they could not stop their talk.
Then all were praising God; they recognized this man.
A beggar man was healed, the one with outstretched hands.
(From Acts 3)
They’re off! A half a dozen deer
Lept, racing up the hill.
For sure, it caught us by surprise;
An unexpected thrill!
We tried to remain motionless,
To hold perfectly still.
She lacks a certain discipline;
It’s not in Missy’s will.
It seems my little sledding dog
Then found me quite off guard.
Though she is partly Labrador,
She played her Husky card.
She pulled and pulled and we gave chase
Seemed near a hundred yards.
Successful, straining ‘gainst the leash,
She tried to move my lard.
I much preferred remaining still,
I’m now a breathless, sweaty bard.
On her, I guess I won’t be hard;
We too are now atop the hill!
White space. Where am I now?
No place. I'm awake somehow?
Know sounds, in the air around.
So I'll walk... On know ground.
"... 155..."
~Am I alive? I hear later on.
"... I gave you a song..."
~So, I walked. My middle is Long.
"Dragon..."
~Did I speak to you Snake?
White space. Where am I now?
No place. I'm awake somehow?
Know sounds, in the air around.
So I walked. Onto know ground.
Hey. You. Olld man there...
Where'd you come from?
"...speak your question, little one."
Do I dare? Was I here...?
He was content to take his Time.
I stood there, silencing my mind.
Then.Motion. Out of no motion,
His hand came round, from around,
left side, and through his dark eyes,
White.Paper flies....
And stunned was I, step back to dye.
No, lept! I cried! His eyes! I wept!
Steadfast. Straight past, fixed,
to the sun was I, in the midnight
glide while the stars fell by...
And in the light... his white,
Paper.Butterflies from the skies.
Stars.
Then silence.
I turn again.
So still til then. This old man.
He changed my Time.
He played the knic nac,
with the pretty kitty cat,
he played the switch.back,
with my mind...
"... I'm the Monk..." he said,
" and you're the bow tie, This Time.Love"
Noted:
Missed.Print.
To assume, the Lady would have given her ear to a snake again....
was too, simply assumed. ~We need two ears to fly with.Dragon~Sang.The Lion.
We learn first, the right time.
We painted it fuzzy, to reMind...
"And we ;pLay, all day Long..."
Love was in the wrong places
Out of luck, there'd none at all
Veered cross his eyes on faces
Ebbed men and numbers to call
Twilight drops an altered star
A Shephard field of lept sheep
Knight, armor, pixie friends bar
Ensues shambles wakes asleep
Time's that love takes a ferry
Id's was naught the main issue
Might next time there's no hurry?
'Ewes then fairies they'd won't do.
Thistles caught tweed bows untied
He'd seen somebody, seemed sold
Anyone, mind-freeze, shame; pride
Night shows, fine cuisine, digs gold.
Cautious, his are bottomless
And hers, plainly cupboard bare
Snaps, lest he'd be penniless
He'd share the ring. Ring bearer
'Tis times like this, hopeless
Help's on course, though bit too late
Entertain the senselessness
Need your eyes fixed seize your fate
Cruise control seems storm ahead
All deckhands, drop anchor --goal
Raised sails, prep boarding, unwed
Divorce, tagged chief walls, single