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Cry, beloved country, cry!
Mourn your sons and daughters, weep!
Fathers should be first to sleep,
not be singing sorrowed lullaby.
Rage, beloved country, rage!
Evil penetrates thy door.
Trusting neighbor nevermore,
untimely death, a dour, bitter wage.
Plead, beloved country, plead!
Call the nations to thy side.
Clang the bell both far and wide!
Harken all to join in time of need.
Fight, beloved country, fight!
Rally every ounce of strength.
Spare no measure, any length.
Dawn will soon break over this dark night.
Pray, beloved country, pray.
God has heard your sad lament.
Breaking forth, the Son is sent,
comes the joyful resurrection day!
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For the A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Written 04/14/2022
A Lind30sr
—An Astronomy of What Love Leaves Behind—
There are nights when heaven dons
its argent hush, and all the stars seem less
to glitter than to keep their elder watch
over the fathomless remainder of the world.
A train goes through the fields. One window
briefly ensnares a face—then yields it back
to night.
Yet nothing yields back what it has touched.
A word may enter blood.
A kindness, long after its utterance,
may burgeon in another's darkest hour.
A father's voice, long since surrendered
to silence, may haunt the cadence
of a daughter's speech.
Thus absence is no vacancy.
It is continuance
wearing the vesture of loss.
The dead do not ascend.
They permeate.
They pass beneath the common skin of things
like telluric fire beneath a winter field,
altering what they nevermore can touch.
What love once enters, time cannot expel;
It makes the soul the place where causes dwell.
And far above, the stars—
those sepulchral reliquaries of flame—
still pour their antique splendour down
long after their furnaces are ash.
What strange celestial jurisprudence:
that light should outlive its begetter,
that tenderness should outlive the hand,
that one mortal life should leave its impress
upon a life it shall never behold?
Then, between two stars, the darkness opens—
not as a wound,
but as an iris
for which creation has forgotten the colour.
For one breath, the void grows lucent.
I look away.
Some immensities become profaned
the moment language lays its hand upon them.
And I understand—though understanding fails me—
we are not preserved by remembrance.
We are preserved by alteration.
Whatever has entered another soul
has crossed beyond the sovereignty of return;
it cannot be restored to what it was
before the crossing.
I thought the stars preserved the dead in light;
They showed me how the living make them bright.
The stars may perish into their own abyss.
The dead may relinquish every name.
But what has once entered another life
becomes an irrevocable syllable
in the grammar of its becoming—
and what has altered the living
cannot be made unborn.
"What becomes of the broken-hearted, who had love that's now departed."
(Song Title, Jimmy Ruffin, 1988)
Hearts meant to be whole
When broken, tear asunder the soul
When our love was on the upswing
Our hearts flowed from one wellspring
Of tenderness and devotion, empathy, care
We sailed through the skies, daring to dare
And just when we thought we'd reached
The pinnacle of Heaven, with a screech
Such a shriek, our hearts tumbled down
Cruelly failing us, 'till they burst on the ground
The blood seeped into crevices and cracks
Nevermore to be felt, there was no turning back
For the tears that attended this heart-wrenching sight
Blotted out the sunshine, turning day into night
Hearts meant to be whole
When broken, tear asunder the soul
July 18, 2019
Writing Challenge 2, July 2019 -- Melancholy
Sponsor: Dear Heart
There was a dim light
But I want it darker still
A fading… alike into ever night
Just so I wouldn’t see but feel
I draw comfort from that dark
To barely see… to only hear
The beating of one’s heart
To be afraid of and no more to fear
I let the dark envelop what I see
The last of light… I watch diminish
Did I feel what I cannot be?
My seen life… did I relish?
I wanted to go in deeper
And perhaps I did just that
I did not want to leave sooner
In an encompassing dark… I am glad
It was a fading into the night
But wasn’t dark enough still
Dimmer becomes the fading light
Just so to nevermore see, I’ll feel
Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay -
from the poem 'Under the canopy of pine trees by Eve Roper
UNDER THE CANOPY
Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay.
Fervent scent gives undertow noses a heady sway.
Four eyes closed, we swallow the coniferous forest.
Love thrives in our paradisiacal protraction of rest.
Blinded to adversity, verdancy thrives in aurora splay
As our minds run into the river of sunlight to play.
We make promises — nothing sovereign outside our love.
He squeezes my hand, our engagement rings think of
Only this moment, the splendor of our crashing lips.
Our bodies envelope each other like an eclipse.
The force of nature — the arcadian elixir, its bliss.
I shall nevermore forget the chill of reminisce.
4/10/2020
Poetic lines from a Poetry Soup Poet - Eve Roper Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Silent One
One couple of days, clothed in nakedness, singly composed, and all in dismay
stayed off course, legally corrupt, credit a bill, and comp a tip, to leave and stay
yet, the nightmares I dream, on rocky feather bed cot, are dry bed streaming
ripped from their seam, well dressed, blessing and cursing all steaming.
Second of the first, the last day starts in May, friends are out and in friction,
seas don't rise for joy, nor can a drowning soul, can't will be truth in fiction
I blindly see an eye opener, lose luck, hear muted sighs, tighten, and roar
gone now loosely stuck in the lost and found, again and nevermore.
Like single-minded soldiers, we rise at heaven’s call
To answer Christ our Captain and surrender Him our all
Not wavering at His orders, not questioning His way
We march beneath His banner through the labor of the day
For He who leads before us has conquered sin and grave
And those who follow closely learn what it means to serve: be brave
Like farmers in the fields, we labor through the heat
Sowing seeds of faith and mercy where the weary people meet
We wait upon the harvest with patience, sweat, and prayer
Trusting God will bring the increase from the work He planted there
Like athletes in the race we discipline the soul
Not beating at the air but with each glancing blow
We cast aside distractions we keep our footsteps true
Lest careless hearts be hindered from the work we’re called to do
Like workers before the Master approved and unashamed
We handle Holy Scripture with reverence for His Name
We cut the truth with wisdom keep doctrine straight and clear
So wandering hearts may listen and the humble soul may hear
Like vessels cleansed for service made useful in His hand
We turn from what would stain us and obey His pure command
A cup prepared for blessing a dish made clean and bright
Fit for the Master’s table and the Mephibosheth invite
Like fishers of the waters we cast the gospel net wide
Calling souls to Christ the Savior to His mercy, to His side
With nets of truth and kindness with patience, love, and care
We speak the news of pardon to the lost ones everywhere
Like salt within the earth, we preserve what God calls good
Seasoning a darkened world with the life of brotherhood
We make the thirsty wonder where living waters flow
That hearts may seek their Maker and His saving grace may know
Like lights upon a hillside we shine because He shines
Reflecting Holy Beauty through our actions in our times
We point to the road of mercy, to reconciliation’s door
Where sinners meet the Father and are strangers nevermore
Like branches on the True Vine, we bear the fruit of grace
Drawing life from Christ alone, Holy Spirit in His palace
Apart from Him we wither, but joined to Him we grow
And from His living fullness our cruciform services flow
In this world there lived a boy
who was unhappy and found no joy
He felt there was no life for him
without someone to love
His life was too routine and dull
So he asked for help from high above
From out of heaven came a girl
In answer to his plea
She was an Angel sweet and kind
Especially meant for this boy to see
He saw this girl one day and said
That nevermore life would be dread
For his heart felt love at last
And his yearning was in the past
This girl fell in love at once with the boy
And their hearts were so full of joy
That they agreed they should be wed
Hand in hand forever they would tread
But even though life for them was set
As for everyone in love you see,
They hurt each other quite a bit
But their hearts would agree
That their love would last forever
And just being human would never
Take their love away from them.
By now JoAnn my Angel from heaven
Who I love with all my heart
You know I’m talking about our love
And nothing can keep us apart
You are that girl so beautiful and kind
And in this world no one can find
An Angel as wonderful as you
Who gives her love to me so true
I love you my darling and I will try
To correct my selfish ways
So from now on there will be no reason why
For you to feel so bad for days
Please understand my plea my darling
For you mean so much to me
You’re always in my heart my darling
I want so much for you to see
That if ever something would take us apart
It surely would break my heart
And I would really have no life
Without having you to be my wife!
I write of a man named Edgar Allan Poe,
Whose dark, tortured soul could not rest,
His work is something every poet should know,
These stories are among some of the best.
"The Raven" was never more ghastly and grim,
"The Pit And The Pendulum" which tortured him,
"The Valley Of Unrest" was such a quiet place,
Where "The Sleeper" dreams in peaceful grace,
"The Murders In The Rue Morgue" were a mystery,
"The Fall Of The House Of Usher" had a gloomy history,
"The Black Cat" was dead, but suffered no pain,
"The Tell-Tale Heart" is what drove him insane,
"The Masque Of The Red Death" did conceal,
While "The Purloined Letter" did reveal,
"The Premature Burial" meant for the dead,
"Annabel Lee" was the corpse bride he wed,
"Spirits Of The Dead" found themselves alone,
"The Conqueror Worm" that fed on human bone,
"The Haunted Palace" was wandered by ghosts,
"Tamerlane" written for one he loved the most.
As the poetry flowed from his heart,
One tragic day, death came to his door,
Finally his tortured soul could depart,
He would then pick up his pen, nevermore.
Where the tree dips in water, ripples propagate wavy motion,
Meandering with zealous vigor in memories of yesteryears
As eerie pause encounters skeletons of bittersweet emotions.
Emerald green leaves flutter, beset in spring’s windy signals
Recalling first kiss of a young couple, quivering in tiny ripples;
Again and again they came here, until a day said nevermore.
Its branches sway depth of water reminiscing of a youthful girl
Treasuring her secret wishes--a penny in the wind she whirled.
She now comes with grandkids, to cheer its beauty evermore.
A sigh of distress echoes there, tearing bawl of hearts broken
By shattering glass of wine-bottles in a nasty drunken break-up,
And lonesome man’s solo visits escaping his perturbed world.
Life it has cherished, death it has grieved, as time took its toll,
But seeing happy faces it enters new cycles full of green gusto;
Wider it grows to offer its shade to summers of troubled souls.
Colors it blends in romance of sights invoking vibes of autumn
Shedding its leaves, floating on dreams, in colors of meadows—
A nature’s painting preserved forever, adorning life’s museum.
March 13, 2020
Placed 1st: GIF #1 Your best contest by William Kekaula
HM: Strand choice H contest by Brian Strand