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O glorious dear sun, sovereign of the day, in the sky above
you’re one whose radiance resembles a little of God’s love;
by nurturing all creatures in the world with your unique rays
and setting such a high standard that homage everyone pays.
The Earth and all known planets habitually revolve around thee
as children do their parents whose offspring they happen to be.
Your emissary in the night sky, the moon, a bright reflection is
serving us as a reminder of thy glory while displaying all of his.
You shine on one and all and no discrimination ever make
regardless of who they are and what they do for their sake.
It is no wonder then that people have worshiped you as a deity in the past
and even now continue to do so in ways associated with the weather forecast.
When your light is obstructed by clouds all seems to be somber and gray
but when the sky is clear your majestic presence illumines the whole day.
The whole world in fact dances to thy rhythmic score which has been set
and plays itself out daily as the dawn and dusk through a yearly quartet.
You have such a strong influence on all life as we know it here
that whether we like it or not you’re a symbol of hope and cheer.
Though it has also been noted that you sometimes have an extreme side
but this depends on the whims of nature to which all things must abide.
All in all to the naked eye you alone reign supreme in the sky’s vast firmament
but to those who see further you’re one of countless others which you represent.
The stars in the night sky are your brothers and sisters no matter how distant they be
some being greater and brighter, but made of the same basic stuff, in the cosmic sea.
There are so many secrets hidden in your bosom which are yet to be revealed
that if and when the time comes much is to be known about life still concealed.
In fact the power and energy that flows to us from you I daresay has a divine source
because you yourself are a center and beacon of a universal benign and creative force.
And just as you really give so much and seem to ask for nothing in return
I humbly offer this ode to you in praise which by your inspiration did learn.
And although most intelligent creatures hold you in such high esteem
please also acknowledge our debt to you for allowing us to daydream.
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sleeping with my eyes open
with a flashlight on the other
side of the bed in a feeble attempt
to keep that side warm
it is my way of pretending that you are
here and reassuring myself that miracles
are still real
at times, i will sleep standing up in the hopes
that i will feel the gentle warmth of your
simplicity touch
though in vain, i continue to pray in the
internal rain of my now obstructed view
of you
everyday i maintain my sanity by talking to
myself and pretending your ear is near
as i go forward in this merciless and unsympathetic
life, i must teach myself to move on without the acidic
effects of the teardrops that have become so commonplace
since you left
as your side of the bed becomes cold again, i close my eyes
tightly to alter this agonizing reality
when i open my eyes again, i realize once again that reality
is a foe with an artificial heart mutiplied by multifarious
platitudes of nothingness
Good morning, men;
We wake this dawn on a battlefield prepared before us.
The dew has not yet dried and the scent of earth comingles in the mist.
Some of you wake alone, while some of you wake with company.
But rise you must and be prepared for your test.
This is your time... this is your moment of preparation.
This is the moment that will dictate victory over great distress
Keep strong in the absence of our meeting and being in God’s home, together. But in spirit we are united, and have strength in Jesus Christ…
to conquer all things of this world,
and to love as he loves us,
to lift up as he lifts us,
to care for as he shepherds us.
We are his instrument and do only as he instructs us, for His glory alone.
And with absolute faith, un-obstructed by fear, submit to his authority, knowing that
he is the way,
the truth,
and the life,
That thru him we have Mercy,
and want that mercy for all mankind.
And our enemy, who surrounds us...
by dusk, will be laid to waste.
They have no power over Christ and will be denied the victory they desire.
This will be their doing, for it is their decision alone, to rule this world.
And in this world, they will be buried, and remain forever.
While we, his servants will join His feast in the everlasting.
Have a great day, gentlemen… and keep being men of God, and strength to one another.
Your brother in Christ.
by, Martin Braun
3/25/2020
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z2RJ8QZwhn4
Taking second base in New York City your love could not be pretty.
When it comes to synchronization it is just up to time and its location.
A professional gambler doesn’t always win its when he triumphs the game begins.
The endless element is not complementary when love escalates as in past centuries.
Cleopatra & Anthony, Romeo & Juliet, Marilyn & JFK are just loves that have gone astray.
As a quantum leap the power of love is not discrete it can end in just a heartbeat.
It curses though the veins when obstructed it is anemic and hard to drain.
Necessary to maintain a smooth motion love must move unlike a locomotion.
Form:
My mothers eyes connect me to God above.
My soul knows his hand with her love.
In my heart she see's all I know.
In unspoken knowledge her kindness flows.
An angels vision is beyond eye sight.
In the darkest hour you'll see their light.
As days pass by, I see her fading.
Somedays I know, that she's just waiting.
My life and hers will never end.
She has always been my truest friend.
Theres no age limit to this kind of thing.
It's pure harmony when mother and child sing.
Her visions obstructed from disease.
But in my heart she always sees.
The joy and pain that bonds forever.
No force on earth can ever sever.
To have lived this life I’ve led and followed, to have given, to have received, and not forgotten what trespassed, remorse has ran its course. Our ancients DNA, and futures generation from me giving way. It was what on earth I was born for. Choices have been made, patterns set, pounded dogs on obstructed pavement met, trekking through jungle’s wilds, and massive labyrinths. I am not the same as before, and possibly ever shall be again. It all seems small. A dimensional me lingers, as well it should, as a reminder of the unfree, mazed in confinements adrift. I sit in a cloud amongst the other clouds, weighing heavily, measuring my myself, maturity, legacy, releasing ego's symptoms, until I acknowledge me, [karma] slowly shall I ascend into its black hole. Set in perpetual motion, an abstract me. I look back with open eyes, wide awake and I begin a new journey, a journey
of all journeys. To keep on path...
...let open your eyes
self-redeemed, shakabuked _/\_
broken & subdued
JUXTAPOSED
Standing either side of a door that is closed
One might feel the other, just an inch away
As two hearts that appear to be juxtaposed
Just a whispered word, that the other might say
Would be enough, despite the obstructed view
Perhaps a touch must wait for another day
Feelings both felt and expressed, are ever true
Love permeates even the grain of the wood
But with a locked door, what can one ever do
Wanting to break it down, if one only could
To restore that sense of being together
Just the one time when face to face, was so good
Fearing separation may be forever
A linking of minds that neither will sever
ELEUTHEROMANIA
I suffered and recovered from depression;
but did not know I have an obsession
with freedom until I read Eleutheromania.
I thought I only have bouts of Beatlemania.
This great desire to be free started
when I was a child; but obstructed.
At seven, I did not know where to go,
so I decided to forget and forgo.
At eighteen, I ran away several times
for I did not know where I belong at times.
I always felt lost and just wanted to be free
from living with two contrasting families.
Soon enough life got more complicated.
Married twice and divorces contemplated.
Freeing myself from an insecure jealous guy
and an alcoholic, to both I said good bye.
11/17/20 Pick-A-Title, Vol 25 - Rhyme 2 Poetry Edward Ibeh
No free version
A free verse
And a free speech
Hunger violates the norm
Behavior is a free will
Commerce obstructed is conjecture
A high court or otherwise assembled congressional hearing is caused for speech
A matter of hunger mustn't prevail as wage
In Irish when it is said by another
"I'm gonna need you to move"
The past tensing of need, nee'd
Is speculation on the appearance of the marketplace
In honest appreciation
The Crawford and Larabee families of America
And the thunder rolls
No mas comida
No mas mujeres
Mas gumballs
Go build the basilica
Benito arrives!
The American Elegant
I no afford the civilized
Lost City of Rucker
polish outside
royce, he hide a boy, called him sunshine
he so starch on the collar
he don't appreciate the cloth
till the potato off it again
stingiest thing ever, hold langstons typewriter
ima go shuffle it again for yu ryan, danial, ward the spirit
pop lost the address,
in his toe winkle, he had it
how this the rhyme?
the partner upstairs
cant see me
i do it this un?
the girls the stowaway fortune
beneath the slavery laws?
its the first time california girl not a bikini
girls, the womens rights is 60 year old league of dont care
Hybrid babble tap it chan
Jackie!
Jackie?
News instructions coming back
Huh? From your special where?
Here
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
On a walk a few days before Christmas…
I was greeted by a morning fog so thick…
to my face and hands and clothing…
that heavy fog did stick.
A blanket so dense when I looked ahead…
the fog obstructed my view…
The kind of fog you don’t walk in…
you find yourself walking through.
This fog blocked the moon and the stars
and frustrated the morning breeze
everything around was wet…
i could hear fog dripping off the trees.
As I turned the corner down town
on this cozy foggy night
I was greeted there on Main Street
by a host of Christmas lights.
I stopped to enjoy the moment
as the multi-colored lights blended with the foggy grey.
I stopped because the moment
took my breath away.
I walked the rest of the way in silence…
a fitting epilogue…
to the morning I was blessed
to be surrounded
by the beauty of the fog.