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Premium Member Participles Tripping Transcendence

No petal knows the flower it helps become.
Yet every edge contributes to its net sum.
What petals cannot see, the bloom makes whole.
Each separate curve completing one shared soul.

A boundary gives every petal, grace and form.
Its edges hold through sunlight, rain, and storm.
We cannot grow by leaving limits far behind.
We grow between the lines that shape within the mind.

Perhaps transcendence isn't traveling so far away,
But opening wider to what's within today.
The bud becomes what folded silence knew,
By letting what was hidden freely move through.

So nothing leaves the pattern we pass through.
Bud, petal, bloom keep coming into our view.
Transcendence is to become, not to enclose.
Beyond the petal, yet within the waiting rose.

No petal knows the flower it will help create.
Each keeps its edge, yet joins a larger state.
What petals cannot see, the flower makes one.
The whole emerges as all the parts are spun.

Beauty needs boundaries; edges give each its place.
Petal beside petal slowly shapes the flower's face.
We need not break the borders that limits define,
But meet between and through them, to yours and mine.

Becoming, opening, flowering as we grow,
Participles trip wherever changing currents flow.
No finished noun can truly tell us who we are.
We're verbs still blooming, reaching past the bar.

So nothing truly leaves, and nothing stands alone.
Each petal joins a pattern never fully known.
Transcendence isn't escaping, what we yearn to be—
It's opening just enough to find, what we can't see.
Form: Quatrain


My Heart Holds My Pen

Soft flurries of affection
find my eyes lost in the prism
of the beauty that engulfs my world,

for to inhale is to fall into
the scent of sweet essence floating
the breeze exhaling from your skin

You slumber, silence caresses gently 
while phrases of euphoric devotion
gather within of this angelic vision,

a smile appears, perhaps dreams of us,
morning glory vistas full abloom,
as I reach for pad and pen

Words pour on the page, 
my fingers dance in rhythmic patterns
now wrapped warmly about my thoughts

and I wonder quietly to myself,
where is it they are born,
how do they flow so easily

From this mind that constantly spins
in whirls of enchanted visions,
heavenly views and frantic desires,

where each vowel, noun, adjective or verb
in feathered shapes of ink, somehow
scribble silhouettes of my love for you 

It is now that I notice, while
sitting in the frail sunshine of the dawn
whispering from an awakening horizon 

that my hands are empty, my fingers barren
for it seems as I write of my love for you, 
it is my heart that holds my pen

Premium Member A Heart Who Bleeds Words

My heart bleeds words which take the form of poetry – by poet

There is grace in the nouns
     Freedom in the verbs
          There is music in the prose
   Whispers of light in the poem

There is hope in the thoughts
     Promise in the ideas
          There is silence in the heart
   Joy in the kindest breath

There is faith in the inspirations
     Rhythm in the stanza
          Laughter in the romance
   Feelings powerful and clever

There is expectation in the lyrics
     Recovery in the soft conjunctions
          Pearls of wisdom in the style
   Life that welcomes gentle insight

There is harmony in the quiet songs
     Magic that reminds us to love
         Beyond the words and phrases
   All the way onto the blank pages

There is beauty in the compositions
     Tunes of melodies easy and gentle
           Coloring souls in hues of serenity
   Peace that surpasses the empathetic

There is kindness in the starry shimmers
      Hearts both breathtaking and brilliant
          Souls so warmed by their passions
   They are shadowed by love without conditions

There is longing in the one who writes
     Both sad things and glad things
          Whatever details might enlighten
   Bringing to life the story, the poem….

Felt by a heart who knows words
     Give their lives the dance, the waltz
          That brings life to their souls
   And a narrative to their goals

Written by a heart who bleeds words!

Premium Member Black Cat

"BLACK CAT"



SILENCE
prowls on soft paws 
with sharp claws
Cutting up the 
Middle Road
Dark shadow moves 
SILIENCE
In absentia 
Empty Absynthe
Puncture wounds
Cold wind blows
Over tracks
Skids softly
like warm 
gants de Suède
on 
Poets’ Row
Rat goes 
Rat goes
Red scream 
scarlet ribbons 
LIFE
flows
Le Mort
blushes colour
a trite persuade
different streets
different gutters
Torn canvas sheets
contained between
prison bar margins
Drafts on the floor
crumpled
Blue fountain
Heart bursting
Love and Hate
Grows
Save Our Souls
Save Our Souls
Sins 
Sisters of Mercy
and 
Salvation Army Sargents'
Tambourines
Communion
Nibs lying next to
Garbage Bin
Finally Ash Felt 
Rain on her 
Bitumen face
Black Minx 
Fur Pelt
Unfurls lazy stretch
Glass eyed
Minx
Back Alley Dreaming
Bad Luck
Bad Luck
Rolling loaded dice
blood boiling steaming
Brush strokes 
Like glyph a glitch
Like glyph a glitch
Familiar mirror
Walks through Witch 
Yesterday
Screams
Like glyph a glitch
Repeat curse
Repeat curse
Black Cat purring
Never lose
Hold tight 
Pearls in Purse
7 Devils Dreaming
Sleepwalking
Graffiti Warning
Black Cat
Witch
Glebe 
Last Stop Station
Rehearse a 
Hearse
LIFE
Glyph a glitch
Reverse


(Lovejoy-Burton/May 2018)




1. Hanged Man
https://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/major-arcana/hanged-man/

2. Death
https://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/major-arcana/death/

3. Temperence
https://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/major-arcana/temperance/

4a. Glyph
noun
a pictograph or hieroglyph.
a sculptured figure or relief carving.
Architecture. an ornamental channel or groove

4b. Glyph
https://www.thoughtco.com/what-is-a-glyph-2086584

5. "Black Cat"/Ladytron (Translation)
http://songmeanings.com/songs/view/3530822107858716200/

6. Silience
http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/49792543182/silience

7. Seven Devils
-  Is a Solitaire card game.
-  Seven Deadly Sins
-  The Seven Devils of Mary Magdeline
-  Florence and the Machine, Seven Devils

8. La Morte, Le Mort, La Mort 
Le mort = dead man = un mort, a dead man 
La morte (with the e on the end) = dead woman, une morte = a dead woman 
La mort (no 'e' on the end) - death; as in the concept of death

National Thesaurus Day

To honor Peter Mark Roget,
Whose birthday would have been today,
This date, each year, is set aside,
For his Thesaurus helps to guide,
Or lead, all those who opt, or choose,
To write, or pen, our thoughts or views.

My old Thesaurus, worn and frayed,
I’m sure (or certain) raised a grade
When an instructor did require
(Like every teacher who’d inspire)
Papers which, when all complete,
Did not have words that did repeat.

At minimum, or very least,
A synonym adds to the feast
Of parts of speech which we might know
To help vocabulary grow.
So thanks, Roget, for time you took;
I’m grateful for your word-filled book.

To me, it’s awesome, smashing, great,
Fantastic, glorious, first-rate,
Magnificent, divine, superb
(For adjective or noun or verb),
Amazing, super and sublime
And so much more that doesn’t rhyme!
Form: Rhyme


Revolutions

"Revolutions"




7

We are all for the Fall
in the seasons of His hands
where He pulls in the strings 
of all His puppets 
calling in cold legions 
in a bitter Winter bleeding
before Spring arrives again
bathed in Light
and a new Summer stands

7

(LadyLabyrinth/2020)



Rev 21:5 
Gen 1:1-31
Gen 2:2
Rev 4:5





"Keyboard Milk" / Royksopp
https://youtu.be/dF8ojPeSo3s














(1)
Revolution: 
noun
an overthrow or repudiation and the thorough replacement of an established government or political system by the people governed.
Sociology. a radical and pervasive change in society and the social structure, especially one made suddenly and often accompanied by violence.Compare social evolution.
a sudden, complete or marked change in something:the present revolution in church architecture.
a procedure or course, as if in a circuit, back to a starting point.
a single turn of this kind.
Mechanics.
    1. a turning round or rotating, as on an axis.
    2. a moving in a circular or curving course, as about a central point.
    3. a single cycle in such a course.





(2)
Revelation Logic/ The Number 7
https://revelationlogic.com/articles/the-number-seven/ 




(3)
The Nuremberg Chronicles
(3a)  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nuremberg_Chronicle 
(3b) http://scihi.org/nuremberg-chronicle/
(3c) https://www.faena.com/aleph/articles/7-days-of-creation-and-their-most-beautiful-illustrations/




(4) Nuremberg 
1561 Celestial Phenomenon over Nuremberg
The Battle of Nuremberg
(4a)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1561_celestial_phenomenon_over_Nuremberg
(4b)
https://science.howstuffworks.com/space/aliens-ufos/ufo-history2.htm




(5) Art & Celestial Phenomenon
(5a)
https://listverse.com/2016/04/24/10-historic-divine-paintings-that-clearly-show-ufos/
(5b)
https://hermoments.com/paintings-with-ufos/
(5c)
https://www.florenceinferno.com/madonna-of-ufo-painting-palazzo-vecchio/




(6) Art & Faith
(6a) Salvador Mundi
http://www.picknettprince.com/salvator.htm



(7) Bible/Clouds
Acts 1:9-11
Matthew 24:30
Rev 1:7

Premium Member Well-Rounded Citizens

I’ve got no beef with McDonald’s or Jack
‘n the Box weighing down American towns
with greasy sacks in thin hospital gowns.
They’re just a couple of clowns selling crack
to cavalier carnies who’d like fries with that
six thousand calorie corpulent noun
with a large diet Coke to wash it all down.
Where I live (Houston) everyone is fat.
Me, you, black, white, brown, yellow, straight, gay, trans:
fat, fat, fat.  Even the bum, with nothing but
a cardboard savior and his corporate name,
who begs from corners with two open hands
that dropped Vietnam, is blessed with a gut
that knows for greed to starve would break the game.

Mass Silent Sound Cloud Plunk From Das Bad Ass Monk Two

predicated on verb hose noun sense 
   with brain matter makes me astute
and this union with the trappings 
   of virtual reality tub boot
would be akin to heaven 
   within the domain of this atheist - ole coot

whose purr add ventures scripting verse
sit aisle feeble rhyme with no reason 
   moost definitely hi yam not terse
aye speculate yar facial reaction 
   (understandably) would be 

   toe step from this purse
son i.e. Daff Punk Matthew Scott Harris 
   when ma time to ride luxuriously 
   in a plushly jeweled hearse

carrying thigh cremated ash
disagrees with me credo, ethos, 
   faith no more much less brash
since be yen entombed 
   in a coffin resistant to crash
vis a vis atoms either 

   forcibly split (divorced)  
   or tum marry in a shotgun flash
   (fission or fusion respectively)
   exhausts precious natural race horses 
   cruelly whipped 
   stinging fresh fielded gash
where putrescent hide of Equus resembles hash

sheesh, how in the of Judas Priest
did hie veer off into the least
common denominator, 
   which absolute value increased
the totally tubular confusion 
   into a worthless jumbled gobbledygook feast.
Form: Epic

Premium Member Seeking Truths in Life

“as both this form and boundless space cravings of ego negated awake, 
vibrant yet nonchalant bliss drenched heart remains elated”
                                                                              ~ Unseeking Seeker

Once stripped of hubris and inhibitions,
our stygian streams will glimmer with light,
releasing us from tethered traditions
to gleam like bright stars each nebulous night.

Vibrant becomes the mind with truths in life,
once uncloaked from sorrow's dark mourning shrouds.
We're fulfilled, no vacant voids, stress or strife.
Blissful beneath skies without nimbus clouds.

Unmasked, we're drawn as a somatic sketch,
and mindful of our spiritual needs.
No motley abstract conceived as a wretch,
our hearts will exult as wheat among weeds.

Once unbound, we'll dance with terpsichore, *
as Aurora applauds our liberty.


*Terpsichore is pronounced. Terp sic o ree'
Greek Muse of lyric poetry and dance,  
as a noun it means a series of rhythmical steps
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

What We Gonna Do?

I don't have any money, means the check is in the mail
I ain't got no money, means the water's dried up in the well
black folks tend to use language, lingo and speech 
that can be considered bicultural
they can speak as refined as they want or they can talk guttural
but the message I want most to convey
Is what we gonna do about the youth of today?

when young people kill and maim, 
on whom do you place the sin and the blame?
Is It the fault of the parents?,
or Is It the fault of the children?
Is It the sins of the father that have been revisited since the beginning?
as sin Is a state of being, It's a noun and not a verb
so what are we going to do, 
to make a change in this world?
as people of the faith It's time for us to intercede
before It's too late so the evilness can no longer breed
our youths are in trouble
It matters not who Is to blame
we need to take some responsibility 
and stop naming names

so what we gonna do?
we either poop or get off the pot
show our children what Is Godly behavior and tell them what Is not
It's not do as I say, But do as I do
be a living testimony that the young can look up to
but in order to teach, you must be teachable 
to reach out, be accessible and reachable
don't compete with your children
It's okay to be their friend
as long as you don't blur that fine line
that exists between parent and children

so what we gonna do?
either we'll be good role models 
and teach our youth to take a stance
or be poor examples of leadership
not even giving them a chance
God is in control, but we are also in the mix
we can't  leave the raising of our youth for God alone to fix
as parents we play a major role in our children's situations
as parent we have some measure of control 
and considerable consideration
as children are taught by example 
we must also be aware of our behavior
so bring them into the faith, tell them about God
and let them know that JesusChrist is their Savior
It's not exegesis but extra Jesus that the youth of today need
plus concerned, caring and loving adults
who will help them in life to succeed

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