Long Maturity Poems
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Life greeted Death
with an epoch
from the depths of dusk
with a dawn,
the sun rose lucid
with it's soft spotted infant rose
now awake,
hanging heavily harnessed
in the steaming swaying sky,
the sun's aura
lit the sands of the silent Sahara
liked an aged ocean of butterscotch beauty,
and the starch strung clouds
maneuvored like vanilla lace
avalanching outward
kissing the hips of the woven horizon,
my sight probed to ponder
the powdered blue glow
of the desperate distance,
where the shadows
of the dune's palms
insult the posture
of the ivory sanctuary
that sat balanced for sake of Bethlahem,
I sat megerly meditating,
watching the subtle creases
in the Meditterraniean Sea absorb the sliced brass shingles
that weave the waters wealthy,
as the morning properly transcended Westward
manipulating nature's maturity
by rambling roughly to the seas
for wandering waves of bolted blooms of blue
for the twinkle of a jewel
which sits on a stool as a star
as far as North,
soon the violet velocity of night
approached the set,
electrifying the ending day,
and the Sister of the Sun
landed on the sky's chest
like a sheild on a knight,
as I listened lightly
the Moon politely announced,that evening is back to stack
the black symphony -
J.A.B.
January 12 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 35-37
Key Verse – Genesis 35:3 And let us arise, and go up to Bethel; and I will make there an altar unto God, who answered me in the day of my distress, and was with me in the way which I went.
HEART THAT CLAIMS FOR THE ANSWER OF GOD
Our heart claims for God’s answer toward bringing us to His promised land
Where the Lord nourishes us with His loving hand
As He has dominion over us by His peaceable command
Making us give obeisance to Him and His demand.
Our heart claims for God’s answer toward giving us His profitable contentment
Where the Lord clothes us with His comforting holiness-raiment
As He warms us by His assurance-garment
Making us stay under His deliverance-settlement.
Our heart claims for God’s answer toward securing us in His protective righteousness
Where the Lord guards us against fatal destructiveness
As He leads us to truthful testimony in conquering foolishness
Making us abide in His wisdom of discernment and prudence-fullness.
Our heart claims for God’s answer toward blessing us in His perfect favour
Where the Lord pours to us His abundance favour
As He provides for us, bestowing us His goodness in our endeavour
Making us remain in His care around His kindness-fervour.
Our heart claims for God’s answer toward enabling us in our productive supplication
Where the Lord responds to us well with His Word’s instruction
As He encourages, inspires, and exhorts us along His gracious restoration
Making us feast in His presence, fellowshipping with us in jubilation.
Our heart claims for God’s answer toward leading us by His powerful authority
Where the Lord directs us to His kingdom’s plenteous service-prosperity
As He governs us for spiritual ministerial productivity
Making us trust Him for our faith’s increase and maturity.
Our heart claims for God’s answer toward fueling us for peaceful worship
Where the Lord carries us along His sovereign leadership
As He cheers us up midst ministerial partnership
Making us abide in His compassion upon stewardship and discipleship.
January 12, 2026
Playing poem-making today. Twisting my brains into position.
They are resisting in no way, realizing grown up Caren is in charge here.
I start a little gorilla missive.
It is going along nicely, and I am humming the rhythm.
Pleased with myself.
Suddenly two of my childhood dendrites grab it, throwing roller skates on it.
They turn my darling purple gorilla into a Scottish Eunuch who is running from a custard-pie shop owner.
“No, no, no,” I yell. “WHOA! STOP! SLOW DOWN! QUIT THAT!”
I am furious.
I have no idea how to spell Eunuch.
Look it up, stupid! One of them yells.
Yes, idiot, look it up, another dendrite hollers.
They giggle, and I watch them give each other a high-five,
They think they are in charge again.
But they are not!
These are two of my most
Un-favorite bullying, internal
Childhood voices.
I recognize them as Chip and Dale.
Extremely annoyed, I
Throw my pen and tear up my computer.
I can feel myself screaming internally.
My heart is racing.
Thank goodness I have matured.
I learned the art of sulking in my mid-teens,
and told to get off my fat **** by all means,
It was the best time on Earth in my twenties,
parents released strings and no longer sentries.
Maturity started to ease me in the thirties,
someone said that all men were bastards,
traits, imperfections smoothed out in forties,
advised to watch out for incoming penalties.
The involuntary half-way was the fifties,
when you by-passed sex and stupid infidelities,
suddenly you were younger reaching sixties,
and dreamed of twenties, ********, more not less.
Eyebrows raised when a young wife greeted seventies,
but you may take a lifetime to find the right qualities.
Radiantly rewarding, yet difficult to do...
Expressed emotions excessively and exceedingly so
Pouring forth your heart to God and His merciful forgiveness sets us free
Exquisite prayers of humility
Nothing like changing my life around 360
Tranquility-bound
Angst and regret drains out and allowing in hope
Nostalgic memories of past events - both pros and cons of plenty
Collecting the cure of godliness
Extremely was engulfed in evanescent pastures...it’s only temporary - now, engulfed in efflorescent rainbows of cheer
fervent faithfulness fires up my brain...my mind...my love for You and You alone I cradle in my cranium
oh, God! How I love You and Christ...I’m so sorry for subbing and I apologize for my wicked human nature - righteous me up
roam with me to the narrow pathway...rove with me in pastures of purity and maturity - make me as pure as olive oil upon my pigmentation skin
the end of me will still be the beginning of You...I trust You wholeheartedly - this, I say is oh so true
hope you will lift up the veil of my mind and heart and reveal to me Your utmost knowledge and uplift me with wisdom and understanding altogether
extra anxious for what lies ahead of my repentance as a whole...honestly...
Soon enough, my spirit will lift up the veil of vitality and vibrancy...vivacious wittiness has brought me ascending above the universe - up above heaven...Your hopes and Your Word of Love gives me strength to do happiness in the long run and do it with all my and Your might
And yesterday, I was a fool in Your eyes I bet - Wise in my own eyes, no lies
Knock at His door and He will answer kindly and feel free to pour your heart out to Him
Ending my prayer with In Jesus’s Name, Amen
obedience always counts for us, not against us
flourish in gratefulness and live a life of give...let go and let live
Lament turns to joy
over and over and over again
vitality is God’s reality -
enveloped in blankets of His Love!
Not so many years ago,
In the mirror, my reflection would show…
Gentle eyes, a giggling smile,
Ivory skin that looked pudgy and smooth,
Like the subtle whisper of a child’s breathe,
Smooth and revealing what it is…
To be filled with innocence, naïve, sweet.
It wouldn’t be long before I’d see,
There in that mirror, looking back at me…
Knowing eyes, a captivating smile,
Risking the eventual brilliance of a heart,
Who knows what it means to see…
Light, love, laughter in the moments
When a heart touches hope, when a light
Touches a soul…
Not so many years have passed,
In the mirror, my image would possess…
Twinkling eyes, like a tender caress,
Feelings echoed in the promise…
Reflected in the silence, a sincerity,
A moment of insight despite all the darkness
A moment of kindness despite all the fear
A moment of love despite all the dread.
It would be only a breathe before time revealed,
There in the mirror, a dream turned real…
Fading colors… where azure eyes once appeared,
There were stonewashed and dim iris’,
Feelings blended with the ache,
Stones who were breaking, yet never saying…
Just how beautiful this life has been,
This life, this love, these moments…
So much joy, so much hope, so much growing.
Yes, growing up has brought me a friend…
There in the mirror, where I see a toothless grin,
Lives someone who knows me well,
Someone who never will kiss and tell,
Someone I believe can make it through this life…
Without giving in to the doubts or the gloom.
Because I know that one in the mirror,
I know that, even though she grew up too soon,
She can make it to the end without betraying her friend,
The lady in the mirror who looks back at where she’s been,
Remembering… remembering that growing up with her…
Has been more of a blessing than she can grasp.
This is the blessing of a heart who knows,
There in the mirror,
Her soul has known what it means to love and loose,
What it means to grow with the truth,
What it means to grow, through and through…
Grow wings and grow more beautiful,
With each passing dawn, her heart has known…
What it is to grow like the song of the soul,
The song that sings on, even when we’ve gone!
SHATTERED DREAMS
When I was young and still had dreams, with all my life before me
I dreamt of fame and fortune, where all the world adored me
Perhaps I’d grace the silver screen, the T.V. and the stage
And be acknowledged as the greatest actor of the age.
Or, if I didn’t make it on the screen or on the boards,
I’d be a sporting colossus at Wembley or at Lords.
And, when I got too old for that, I’d be a politician;
I’d quickly work my way up to a prominent position.
I’d be the Leader of the House, run ministries and then
The crowds would wave and cheer me as I entered number ten.
But now I’ve reached maturity, it seems it’s not to be
And public recognition is simply not for me.
No-one’s illegally tapped my ‘phone, my e-mails haven’t been hacked
My wife’s not been photographed down at the gym while her ‘trainer’ massages her back
The tabloids all ignore me; they’ve found nothing to chase me for.
When I peep through the curtains each morning, there’s no paparazzi surrounding my door.
They’ve shown not the slightest interest in the contents of my diary,
And I’ve not been made the subject of any public enquiry.
So now I have to face the fact that fame is not for me
And, when I die I’ll literally – go down in history
25th June 2021
A Broken Person Poetry contest
Sponsor - Faraz Ajmal
To God I am thankful for many gifts;
But none more than a creative mind,
And the hands which are the finest tool,
With abilities to create that I easily can find.
As a child I first learned to cherish
My God-given opposable thumb,
Knowing how versatile a device
It is for whacking a fortuitous homerun.
And stubby fingers were early to meet,
And with artistic freedom employ,
All the many vividly colored crayons
To make graphic forms and scenes to enjoy.
And off running into the world of nature,
My hands kept quite busy in work and play.
Without them I found that I couldn’t climb
Nor protect myself in the occasional fray.
My hands loved to tighten and repair my bike,
Seeming to be a mechanic of special training,
Taught by a higher intelligence unknown
For handling every task without complaining.
With maturity the hand becomes more adept,
A magical marvel for all creation to behold.
And in God’s world of many forms to grasp,
It becomes an unique gift worth more than gold.
Then you find there’s nothing your hands can’t do,
‘Cause God has made them in His special way,
With the same loving care you make toys for a child,
Who might find nothing any better for hours of play.
We need to show God that we feel very blessed,
That He was the architect of this precious treasure;
So that we may join with Him in majestic fashion,
Giving the world with fervent impact endless pleasure.
Maturity is something which
Has come and gone with me.
I am a man - but then can be
A boy again, you see.
Sometimes, I can set aside
My adult obligations...
Trading them for short-lived fun
In said sad celebrations.
Something deep and within me
Is triggered in my mind.
This, I ask - is what I seek
In life so hard to find?
Maybe so, and why I choose
To often make a task
Out of escaping who I am
By putting on a mask.
Saying this, I am aware
There is another choice...
This depends on me more so
To speak and use my voice.
How will anybody know
If I do not express?
Keeping it inside leaves me
With nothing to address.
I know that I am good enough
And that I will succeed
As long as I keep this in mind...
That I am all I need.
Being immature will not
Get me anywhere.
Instead, deciding to man up
Is sure to get me there.
MATURING
Yesterday, I plunged into a whisper.
The fiery red marquee that blasted my existence disappeared,
Like a B-film star at the Oscars,
And only a faint shadow obscuring its source remained.
Today, I began to climb a mud puddle,
Sweating brown slime and panting organic putridness
Like a Ferrari submerged in flood waters
Needing to be recognized as a treasure hidden by an unnatural disaster.
Tomorrow, I will rest on a bucking bronco,
Riding the turbulence with ease and poise
Like a skater glides across smooth, glassy ice
Experienced and unfazed by the bumps that once threatened to unseat me.
April 26,2016
Entered in free verse, judged 5/2