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God spoke, and light from darkness came,
while making earth, He did the same.
The moon, the sun, the stars, and birds,
were all created by His word.
As sovereign God, He rules o’er all
His power none can ever stall.
Yet power does not fully show,
the essence God wants us to know.
As Elohim, God transcends all
His greatness can create a wall.
If this is all we know of Him,
Our view of God will then be flawed.
As Yahweh, God is near to us
O’er human beings, He makes a fuss.
That’s why He sent His only Son
to rectify what sin had done.
Immanuel was God with us.
God in flesh left us nonplussed.
Creator God as creature came,
to redeem us and take our shame.
Who would not love a God like this,
Such love deserves a holy kiss.
So, why do humans reject God?
It’s surely not because He’s flawed.
Satan presents God as aloof
and cites sin’s effects as his proof.
He smears God’s nature with his lies,
and God’s true goodness he denies.
Search for yourself, the sacred text,
Then review history’s record next.
With an open mind, ponder the facts
Carefully examine God’s acts.
If due diligence you would do,
you may just change your point of view.
Read Chesterton and Lewis too,
and you will see that God is true.
God is powerful, yet personal,
His attributes are supernal.
May we who God’s own image bear,
desire to, His likeness share.
Since time immemorial
happenstance bestowed *****sapiens
ability to become self aware
double edged figurative sword
allowing, enabling, providing...
forebears of yesteryear
to marvel at life, and
reckon with death,
which mixed blessing
confronts twenty first century
man/womankind with dilemma,
albeit reconciling mortality
linkedin with consciousness
heightened, tested, under_scored...
particularly at demise dearly departed
inadvertently affect
upon surviving family members
hijacking, offsetting, upending...
fracturing emotional composure
prompting immediate questions
regarding purposefulness living
nee, being born essentially to die
predestined to pass away
identical fate decreed upon
all animals and plants
bolstered by believing deity
foreordained every creature
past, present, and future,
yet most pronounceable afflicting
non denominational, non
religious, non sectarian
case in point Unitarian,
vis a vis visa versa secular humanists,
especially nonsensical poet wannabe
riddled with perplexity
about nature of being alive
wondering what explains
essence constituting individual fluke
finding meaning scuttling
across world wide web
hither and yon, to and fro
dumbfounded at futility
absolute zero adequate answers
(again, unless one subscribes
to codified doctrinal dogma
i.e. religion, faith, creed...)
I attest as garden variety primate
baffled, flummoxed, nonplussed...
why chance genetic dice throw
gifted me finite time
solely to contemplate
(more than just my navel)
meaningfulness analogous
to scrutinizing Möbius strip
unable to identify
inscrutable mystery
defining random existence
specifically essence
happenstance/circumstance begat me
Matthew Scott Harris.
In antediluvian times, so pluviophilian
Red and gold adorned the grandiloquent pavilion.
With circumlocution's mellifluous elocution
Yellow frankincense sparked a yuletide revolution.
Colors of Christmas idiosyncratic and bright
Symptomatic of joy a quintessential sight!
Black's defenestration led to white's sequestration
Blue myrrh, an epiphenomenon of celestial creation.
The floccinaucinihilipilification of green
An obfuscation of nature's loquacious sheen!
Colors of Christmas idiosyncratic and bright
Symptomatic of joy a quintessential sight!
Orange juxtaposition a kakistocracy of hue
Violet and indigo a perspicacious view.
Silver's mellifluous tone, never superfluous
In this chromatic prolegomenon, so wondrous!
Colors of Christmas idiosyncratic and bright
Symptomatic of joy a quintessential sight!
Nonplussed by colors we're rediscussed
This verisimilitude leaves us all nonplussed.
Recalcitrant shades concomitant with glee
A serendipitous fortuitous Christmas spree!
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia aside.
(Fear not these long words let your aichmophobia subside!)
With tintinnabulation and confabulation
We revel in this spectrum's elucidation!
Colors of Christmas idiosyncratic and bright
Symptomatic of joy a quintessential sight!
From soliloquent red to audacious gold
Our multitude of colors both new and old.
This Christmas palette so efficacious
Renders our celebration truly vivacious.
Yet beyond these hues lies a gift profound
A child is born; in Him true light is found.
For unto us a child is born
Unto us a son is given
And his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor
Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
(Isaiah 9:6)
Descendent of proto humans
dumbfounded, mystified, stupefied, et cetera
despite plethora of technological trappings,
whereby world wide web virtually linkedin
allowing, enabling, and providing
instantaneous electronic feedback,
I still experience dearth
of mental, psychological and social
meaningfulness amidst cerebral chaos
courtesy healthy mailer daemons
occupying sixty plus shades of gray matter
more valuable then any terrain
designated as Silicon Valley or Wall Street
constituting nexus of brain power,
where metaphysical thoughts proliferate
and ponder such basic thought
such as who art yours truly
what (I declare)
will constitute date with death
and where will corporeal flesh
and spirit separately journey?
Since time immemorial
millennium generations
happenstance bestowed *****sapiens
ability to become self aware
double edged figurative sword
allowing, enabling, providing...
forebears of yesteryear
to marvel at life, and
reckon with death,
which mixed blessing
wrestling with living and dying
also confronts man/womankind
during twenty first century
said inscrutable dilemma,
albeit reconciling mortality
linkedin with consciousness
heightened, tested, under_scored...
particularly at demise dearly departed
inadvertently affect
upon surviving family members
hijacking, offsetting, upending...
fracturing emotional composure
prompting immediate questions
regarding purposefulness living
nee, being born essentially to die
predestined to pass away
identical fate decreed upon
all animals and plants
bolstered by believing deity
foreordained every creature
past, present, and future,
yet most pronounceable afflicting
non denominational, non
religious, non sectarian
case in point Unitarian,
vis a vis visa versa secular humanists,
especially nonsensical poet wannabe
riddled with perplexity
about nature of being alive
wondering what explains
essence constituting individual fluke
finding meaning scuttling
across world wide web
hither and yon, to and fro
dumbfounded at futility
absolute zero adequate answers
(again, unless one subscribes
to codified doctrinal dogma
i.e. religion, faith, creed...)
I attest as garden variety primate
baffled, flummoxed, nonplussed...
Daffodils are humble flowers
Which inspired great Wordsworth to sing
Flowers have attractive powers
We see them with eyes adoring
What is a flea to write upon?
A normal man might show disgust
But it's where Donne's insight is drawn
We find it stirs, don't get nonplussed
A Grecian urn isn't noted much
Unless you read Keats' ode on it
Now, he gives it a magic touch
We see how 'dull' becomes a 'hit'
We see just what we want to see
Be it the truth, or plain beauty
We exalt things through poetry
And that is us poets' duty.
05.23.2021
For Daniel Turner's "We see what we want to see" contest
An app on my phone says they’ll be snow tonight - we can expect .2 inches in New Haven. I can’t wait because where I come from snow is an event.
In Georgia, the mere suggestion of a snowflake in a weather report results in businesses closing, the freeway being blocked-off, and the entire city being evacuated.
Some poor, non-essential civil-servant is sent to his (or her) probable death in the cold, in order to try and startup the state’s single, neglected snowplow.
Reports of “snow” can provoke vicious, panic shopping for essentials, like Totino's Triple-Meat-Pizza-Rolls - known for keeping teenagers alive in weather-pocalypses.
As the snowflake is tracked-in by radar, wooden furniture is chopped up for strategic placement by the fireplace and beloved family pets are evaluated for their fur and nutritional values. Has Grandma really been pulling her weight lately?
These New Englanders seem completely nonplussed by snow, like republicans facing unnecessary death or the loss of American democracy. I think I’m going to video this.
Interesting fact: Snow actually falls from the sky. I know, it’s terrifying.
I've a bit of a problem here...
in a higgledy-piggledy pickle
torn between housewifery
and creative muses fickle.
Scattered, shattered fragments
of odd ideas, dreams
lay about my den, disguised
not nearly what they seem!
Bits of whimsy, what-nots
all cluttering my desk
covered in thick pixie dust
my housekeeping grotesque.
Higgledy-piggledy hodgepodge
my convoluted mess
a sign of utter genius
(or else mental distress).
I'd planned to tidy up...
to toss a few things out
but as I gaze upon them
they sniffle, weep and pout.
To think that I'd discard them!
Those former hopes and whims
unborn poems, paintings
their destiny quite grim.
Delicately backing out-
I apologize with care
as they cold-shoulder, look away
with such dramatic flair!
And when my husband asks me
just what I've done all day
I simply shrug “not much”
not knowing what to say.
How could I ever mention
the lurking living things
inside my head, upon my desk
that gently pull my strings?
The odd creative forces
that captivate me thus
wildly penning amid my piles
while he remains nonplussed!
Anguished pained introvertedness
choked, immobilized, paralyzed...
rigor mortis frozen state held sway
over mine adolescent body as if...
scared to death upon unavoidable
close encounter (perhaps maybe
third time within same number of
days), sans wretched mortified
inevitable orbit, this bodily Earth-
ling on trajectory to intersect app
roach ching young pretty thang
invoking atavistic stir of echoes
invariably prayed for golden glo-
bull opportunity caught unaware
this thunderstruck, lovestruck,
dumbstruck, nerdy kid, suddenly
emotionally blindsided for naked
lunch aflame with unspeakable
embarrassment rendering me to
blush the color of port wine, yet
miserable cowardice overtook me
the stunning aesthetic of female
attraction totally oblivious dweeb
experienced head over heels heart
stopping pang of primal hunger
(game to spill forth endearments)
simply nonplussed, transfixed,
predicated...by beguiling, enticing,
intoxicating...vision before these
brown eyes (despite myopia), who
diverted stone faced countenance
within fleeting second, when risk
into uncomfortable zone (asphyxia
more welcomed at that moment),
when likelihood of rejection out
bid any feeble attempt to muster
even a broken smile, which oft re:
curr ring defeat summoning forth
even a meek utterance rents mine
psyche asunder even to this living
instant, where flashbacks remind
this sensate being, asper the scent
of a young woman countless times
ideal circumstance left to wither on
figurative vine suppressed vitality
stunting psychological branching
developing only withering shoots,
forever atrophied, gnarled, tangled...
constricting functioning, warranting
a machete to clear cut dead growth!
Why is there so much distrust,
Fueling hatred, malice and lust?
We're caught up in every scam's gust
Leaving many financially bust
Including telemarketers' thrusts
Continuously feeding disgust
We're riding social media's cusp
Allowing real friendships to rust
Causing us to constantly adjust
Leaving us completely nonplussed
Making too many tasks a must
Till we nigh spontaneously combust
Perhaps leaving God's Word thus,
On the shelf gathering dust
This matter needs to be sussed
Not with haphazard zeal but robust
By a brotherhood of people we can trust
With a worldwide campaign to discuss
Preventing impending zero-sum bust
Before we're all planetary dust
Submitted on 12/12/2018
"Standard Contest 145, Any Form..." Poetry Contest
Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor
Our nephew Rick and his wife Laura in a move we found quite sweet
for Deborah’s belated birthday…invited us out to eat.
“You have a choice to make.” Laura would assert
“We could take you to a restaurant for lunch and then to another for dessert.
“Or…”Knowing your affinity for sweets”.
(it’s true…sometimes we eat sweets until it hurts)
“We could skip lunch all together and just go for the desserts.”
Deborah did not hesitate…it’s as if my mind she read….
then smiling into her phone…”Oh, just desserts.” She said.
They took us to a restaurant named Sucré where we knew our sweet desire would be quenched…
because as we would soon be learning sucré means sugar…in French.
We were greeted with a cornucopia of sweets…
the moment we walked into the store….
beautiful pastries in shapes and colors we’ve never seen before.
After taking our order for 9 different pastries…
the woman behind the counter seemed nonplussed…..
when she asked how many more people would be joining our party and we said…
Why, it’s just the 4 of us.
We ate beautiful concoctions…made with things called yuzu curd, and strawberry glee
and with each bite we felt this need to enthusiastically applause
Did I mention the goat cheese carrot cake, the blueberry tart…or the hazelnut dacquoise?
One of our favorites was a Kouign-Amann…which in each of us caused a happy tear to drop…
It’s basically a croissant made with extra butter…and caramelized sugar on top.
Any time we get together with Rick and Laura…we laugh…we talk…we eat…
this particular time…the conversation was augmented by all that sucré in the sweets.
We feel blessed and loved anytime we see Rick and Laura
and this time…as we ate sweets until it hurt…
I realized this particular moment
was so much more than just dessert.