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Nameless nomad from nowhere
needed nurturing in nestling niche,
where enticed excitement exuberant
enveloped enshrined emotions evermore.
On valiant venerable voyage,
vague venture veered in verdant valley,
ever eager to enter enthralling enclave
of enduring endearment enchanting,
reminded me to revere romantic rhythm
of reverie rippling on rapt rapture.
In storm of strife sad shadow swathed the sky,
in my life’s listless landscape
I lost lunar luminosity of your lilac love.
Exceedingly eager I emerged enamored
at the euphoric edge of ebullient ecstasy,
tried to tread the tantalizing twilight trail,
travel to your tulip tinged turquoise terrace.
My mind marauding in mauve meadow
murmured mesmerized, “don’t maroon me”,
even if eroding emerald enchantment
ever ended embittered, embedded in ember.
My grey garden got green glitzy glow,
fervor filled my firmament for I found you,
owned you overtly orbiting my obscure orb.
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LOST AND FOUND
Life once lost can never be regained,
Often taken for granted, by sin it's stained,
Verily, verily, once your soul is lost,
Everything put together can't pay the cost;
Remember there is only one way,
Do it now, there may not be another today,
Listen carefully to what I say,
What you sow is what you pay;
Lord Jesus is the only bright ray,
In this dark world dwindling away,
Look to Him, repent and pray,
He will become your only stay;
Without Lord's love, don't live a lost life, so feigned,
Men, women, girls and boys, this is your choice,
Listen to His voice, find Him and rejoice;
Life once lost can never be regained.
DATE: 08/02/2016
In the depths of the night, when stars tell their story on the vast and eternal sky,
she walks like a shadow of light, with steps of butterflies in colorful flight.
Her beauty is an enigma, a dance of the sun on fields in bloom,
a gentle warmth like the dawn's awakening, embracing the earth.
Her gaze is a sunrise that knows no sunset, an eternal light,
and her smile, a symphony of rays dispelling shadows from the soul.
Her scent, a fragrance of childhood, sweet and refreshing like a cool drink,
wraps thoughts in memories of summer, under a clear and pure sky.
In her presence, time expands, becoming an ocean of endless moments,
where desires are lost and found, like the sea waves that never tire.
I could utter her name a thousand times, but it would be just a whisper,
words are too pale to encompass her essence, too poor to express it all.
In her eyes, I find a universe of light, an eternity of undeniable beauty,
for she knows no uncertainty, only the certainty of her full radiance.
Like a sun rising unabashed on the blue summer sky,
she carries her beauty with grace, without shadows of doubt or hesitation.
My life, is mine to live and I will choose how to live it.
My path to walk awaits.
It lies before me, I can accumulate
Good or bad I can become rich or poor
As time and circumstance dictate
It will not be 'all' my choice
(Apart from) giving my life to Jesus,
That is a soul’s choice alone.
So would I at some point give everything I own away?
Will I 'choose' to leave myself utterly helpless?
That would not be a good move.
And yet when life is ending,
All will be removed from my ownership
Even 'this my life' I will not be able to operate it anymore
And who will possess it?
Who searches in life’s lost and found?
At closing time?
Who will own my destiny? Would it be better
To freely give my short human life to Jesus; right now?
Or wait until its eternal lease is assigned, and to whom?
©Joe Maverick 27-3-2018
Have you ever forgotten
where your happy place is?
I have reason to believe I’m
the only one who has.
Sondering too deeply,
selfishly playing the victim.
I’m good at that.
I have questions for those
whose minds are not clouded,
lost, broken… like mine.
Is your happy place a luscious field,
blanketed in buds and fragrant blooms?
Does it have evergreen grass,
neat and perfect, never wild or unruly?
Or is it a beach where the sand
waltzes between your toes,
soft as silk, a tender caress?
Do the birds sing sweet harmonies,
while the sun paints golden patterns
on perfect skin?
Are familiar faces smiling, not just greeting,
but anchoring you in warmth,
washing away your doubts and fears,
until you forget what it feels like to ache?
Or do you find your peace in shadows,
where silence speaks louder
than sunlight ever could?
What about beneath a darkened sky,
where specks of glitter whisper old stories?
A crescent or full, is the moon there too?
Do you dance in twilight,
hum soothing tunes as firelight ignites your stage?
I bet you’re thinking of your place now.
Is a smile creeping onto your face?
Maybe just a curl of the lip,
or a spark of imagination invading your thoughts?
I’ve lied, so here’s the truth…
Poetry saved me - I’m breathing,
alive and kicking with every word.
I’m at peace here, happiest I’ve been,
free to express, to decompress.
So I leave you with this,
a wish and a dream.
I hope, somehow, these lines,
and everything in between
helped you rediscover your happy place,
or at least reminded you,
shaken you to your core,
it’s still out there, it’s yours.
Present cold damp days will soon be gone;
Fresh blooming flowers will soon return;
Squirrels and trees no longer apart and alone;
And we’ll be happy out there with our sunburn:-
Low temperatures will soon high;
Present short daylight will soon be long:-
New happy rain, will leave rainbows in the sky;
And soaring birds will soon fill the air with song:-
Frothing waves and warm sands await us;
Parks and lakes will be festive again:-
And fruiting trees will be fruitfully gorgeous,
And beautiful nature will daily keep us entertained:-
Wow, nature canvases so much allegorical
Wisdom,
Guiding and springing us back into cultivating
Our liberationism:-
I want you and your beautiful spirit
I want your fruitful bliss - I want all of it
I've never been so moved before you came around
But, my heart has been put into the lost and found
The nourishment of life
Has drowned out all the strife
The thought of you leaving me behind
Makes me think life is so unkind
The lives of a million people,
Driving through the lane of thought
The lives of a million people,
Driving through the lane of thought
The lives of a million people,
Thriving day to day productively
Longing to be free from captivity
Everyone's a winner in my eyes of honesty
Their tired eyes will rest
They will wake at the break of dawn
I'll try my very best
To belong in the arms of peace-abiding angels
The nourishment of life
Has drowned out all the strife
The lives of a million people,
Driving through the lane of thought
The lives of a million people,
Going through hardships with the strength they got
Dismay and chaos overwhelm me so
It reduces me to mere anxiety and woe
I can't go on...
I can't go on...
I can't move on...
Without you near my side forevermore
I swore you're the one that I adore
The lives of a million people,
Living their life in the fast lane
Living their life for the sake of gain
The lives of a million people,
Driving through the lane of thought
The lives of a million people,
Tired and worn-out by the wars they fought
Living their life,
Trying to remain sane
Peace and strife
Goes through our thought train
The trace of grace is upon your face
Trying to kéep pace in this life's race
Your support is a rose in the field of blessings
Everyone has their difficult upbringings
I was meant to live this life in glorious ray
I was meant to live life to the fullest day by day
But, I keep on thinking
My mind is rising and sinking
The lives of a million people,
Dricing through the lane of thought
The lives of a million people,
Working hard till they are as dead as a vacant lot
Love And Other Gambles
There is no gambling hall to fill that hole
That giant vacant vacuum you call your soul
There are no lotto tickets or tricks to mend your heart
Cold blood and venom make you what you are
Luck follows you in the dark
Where you call Jesus your best friend and then
Quick as lightning to step on Him
Crush His face while praying
And tell me to my face that Jesus is your savior
But behavior shows not the holy girl portrayed
Sin is your real favor and flavor of the day
I hope your luck holds out, with pretty face
And social graces in the lost and found
Where hooks and lures and smells of rotted fish and flesh abound
It is not nice or right or kind to use Christ as your favorite bait
I pray you find another fishing hole
Another gambling place to hang around
One that fills you up when you burn out
Perhaps a soul lurks there somewhere about
Is war coming? Are we headed for another crazy cataclysm?
My sons, draft age. Only now can I appreciate the pain
so sharp it drains the color from one's eyes, your reason
for living gone in a spasm of violence to be forgotten
never by survivors. This fear could become real as no movie
is surreal enough to distract attention from the certainty
you did not do enough to deflect man's trajectory.
All could be well in the end but history portends
a periodic bloodletting followed by a quietus
without mercy. What's the best that can be said:
he died beside his friends and buddies. Steady
on to your own inquest and rest. A perfect rest
that improves upon the inadequacy of your efforts.
What solace can be found in the remains of marriage.
So you better fight back now even if that means
war comes sooner. At least you're fighting back, but how?
Take a minute to meditate on purpose. Science
cannot save you, neither can religion. Abstaining
from violence with love, letting prisoners go, detaining
no one at the border, inviting Chinese and Russian
scientists to our shores, defusing your own anger before it detonates,
none may be enough to save your sons.
A war president needs war, whatever. A trained
and deadly warfighter. You become what history wants
you to become. You survive if you're lucky, if not
so what, your old parents will be alive only briefly to mourn.
Then they too go to their good graves and the pain dies down.
In the meantime a new generation builds a new space station.
Since the vortex will be sucking up the poor,
let's not let the rich escape untouched. All go down
together, no one hoards gold or gets away with fiction.
If we have to fight let's make sure we fight as one,
the sons of the rich side by side with the poor's sons
and their daughters. You want slaughter? Then
let every city and back road know the new order.
I would rather watch Lalaland ten times over than have
to write this poem. I can leave home and live
in a tent or bunkhouse, eat dinner out of a tin cup
and drink water from a wooden bowl, give up
music and most of my memories to save my sons,
to save the world and avoid this war.
But that rarely happens. One is lost and found in what happens.
Discovering a heart in the lost and found
He put it in his pocket
Took it home and carefully placed it
In a silver locket
Around his neck is where it hung
Oh what a lucky find
A lonely heart to hang with his
Together kept perfect time
When one day a cry went out
A voice of such distress
Description of the heart he found
He became, deeply depressed
The love he'd found he couldn't keep
It belonged to someone else
Now empty locket and his heart
Were both back on the shelf
Distraught with sadness everyday
How hollow he'd become
His locket tarnished and turned black
Poor heart was cold and numb
His days grew long, he couldn't sleep
Just sit all night and cry
Until the day their time ran out
Then both just up and died
Feb 5 2016 an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner