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CROSSROADS
Several crossroads are intersecting on paths of life.
You are bound to stop at crossing
obeying Red signal
of danger or dismal
or conflict critical.
Waiting eager with zeal and vigor
aiming ambition flickering on Amber glow
turning Green seemed to be clean.
Proceed prompt being keen
on exuberant ecstasy expecting at least to achieve
what you deserve
or hoping a miracle to be reserved for you!
Yet journey is hazard, haphazard.
Hardly haply happy happenstances.
Random occurrences bearing no balance
Puzzling perplexing maze hard to cross periphery.
Purposeless tour in a closed contour,
putting again at confusing crossing of crossroads.
09/17/19
Third Place
'CROSSROADS' contest by Silent One.
HM
'BRIAN'S CHOICE 2' Contest by Brian Strand
imagist fragments
rhythmical effects of
virtuous wordplay
of singular soundplay
phenomena
in linguistic tracts
occurrences in the vernacular
disfunctions,interpolations
from the poetic heart
repetitions
stereotypical
transcribed in a whirlwing of verse
virtuosity intensified
heightened &focussed
sensitively sounded
envisioned
authentic perceptions
made manifest
initiated in discourse
conceived in patterns of dialogue
inherent dynamics
extraordinary in breadth
lengthened beyond
lexical limits
fashioned to facilitate
enrich&endow
the unfamiliar introduced, then
interpreted becoming conjectural
unexpected metaphors of
the observed natural
panorama
the spectacular articulated
with inventiveness
surpassing the everyday
rhythmic interplay
between avenues
of
poetic
light
Aiming to organize perfectly with zest
Brain of mine braces up against distraction's pest
Compartmentalization becomes clear mindset as best
Dividing rightfully; yet what along how is a challenging test...
Each has proper place in every way
Failure to do so may, can and will cause delay
Good thinking should function along wisdom ray
Hoisted by trust, prayer-propelled... smiting dismay...
Inevitable occurrences along puzzling maze
Juggling concerns creating issues of mental craze
Keep me confused vis-a-vis compartmentalization blaze...
Lord, help me, I beg to face controversies with simplicity-gaze...
Mental attitude of triumphant glow
Now is my goal against faith* that's shallow
Optimizing divine direction with optimism as I follow
Perspective of wholistic pursuits and wholesome serenity-flow.
*Romans 10:17 So then faith cometh by hearing, and hearing by the word of God.
July 28, 2023
2nd place, "This or That, Vol 19-Compartmentalization" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 8/4/2023
5-7-5
Tragedy striking
all the children are dying-
A master prevailed!
4-5-4
Tragedy strikes
Children are dying-
Masters prevail!
7/6/2017
Kobayashi Issa as a child was cared for by his grandmother. Due to the death of his mother. When his grandmother passed he was left lonely and moody. Not too long after his father sent him on is way to make a life of his own. During this time there was a span of 10 yrs of his life that is unknown. From there he wrote a journal titled "Last Days of Issa's Father". He was also misfortuned with the loss of all his children on top of a fire destroying his home all separate occurrences. Issa wrote over 20,000 haiku's in his life and died November 19, 1827.
darkness, like Jonah
held in the belly of the whale,
the end of a world;
closed-in time in dark spaces -
gives one, a hell of a time to think
in the belly of the whale
grew a whole world,
longer than 3 days and 3 nights,
the construction took finesse
and dare one say, a gauche fearlessness
to unravel that ball of light
eject it out of her universe
like a supernova,
like a titian haired prodigy,
far from easy, ostentum
to accumulate the life of it all
extend the regeneration in kind,
of a generational call -
each time an infant cries,
the occupant in an infant is re-borne;
they say, it will take
3 days and 3 nights -
to destroy it all -
the end of an unprepared
naive world -
who keeps tabs on the betting
of it all, the end of a world?
there’s always 2 sides to a game -
the dimensions, levels all endless,
split and perplex;
in your arms today, gone tomorrow,
the love and the purpose stolen,
the end of a world -
the cycle sometimes broken -
yet the perpetuation of life,
for all its worth -
continues,
light and dark
some more light,
some more dark,
some sit on the fence
in the middle, in-between;
the end of a world?
they say shooting nuclear rockets
into the Moon’s shadow
could be a valid reason
to collect unknown dark matter -
dark matter resides in us all -
why target the Moon and the Sun,
when we have bountiful supplies
within us all, human, here in this world?
all Jonahs, at some point, we are -
inside the belly of the whale
the internal infernal wars
of us all,
perhaps she thinks ...
she should cry like Jonah,
hmmn, not anymore buster, not anymore
she’s had a life time
to think on it all,
mull it all over -
more and more
the rise and the fall,
but, she doesn’t cry anymore
the philosophy
the mathematics
of the metaphysical
revolution takes over -
the futile banality of it all;
ostentum
the occurrences,
foreshadowing future events
borne from the belly of a whale
the ostentum,
goes about freely, now
watched from afar,
by the love of another,
uneclipsed,
in her own world
like a child
watched by a loving mother
Candide Diderot. ‘24
March 12 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Joshua 5-8
Key Verse – Joshua 8:1 And the LORD said unto Joshua, Fear not, neither be thou dismayed: take all the people of war with thee, and arise, go up to Ai: see, I have given into thy hand the king of Ai, and his people, and his city, and his land.
HEART THAT IS NOT DISMAYED AS THE LORD ALWAYS COMFORTS
Our heart is not dismayed as the Lord comforts us…
Toward virtuous transformation by His purpose’s foundation
Against adversary’s protest and opposition
Amidst evil occurrences bringing persecution
Along our devotion to Him with sincere dedication.
Our heart is not dismayed as the Lord comforts us…
Toward earnest prayerfulness by His steadfastness
Against unbelief’s attacks and destructiveness
Amidst mocking skepticism of humanism’s godlessness
Along our dependence in Him with full submissiveness.
Our heart is not dismayed as the Lord comforts us…
Toward ministry-involvement by His kingdom-advancement
Against worldliness’ invitation for monetary betterment
Amidst material comforts offered by earthly investment
Along our desire for Him with bliss-filled contentment.
Our heart is not dismayed as the Lord comforts us…
Toward discipleship certainty by His sovereignty
Against ecology’s disaster and calamity
Amidst economic crises around financial difficulty
Along our delight in His assured security.
Our heart is not dismayed as the Lord comforts us…
Toward holiness’ radiance by His guidance
Against waywardness’ control and ignorance
Amidst intellectual assistance, towering in arrogance
Along our duty from Him, entrusted with divine endurance.
Our heart is not dismayed as the Lord comforts us…
Toward becoming a Gospel seed-sower by His power
Against compromises’ failure and doubt-shower
Amidst weak conviction, bringing His standards lower
Along our direction to His path of blooming testimony’s flower.
Our heart is not dismayed as the Lord comforts us…
Toward soulwinning delight by His might
Against slothfulness’ fight and laziness-blight
Amidst varied excuses with negligent height
Along our commitment to lead others for heavenly flight.
March 12, 2026
About the digital age and loss of human fidelity and meaning
South core stabilized after all the smoke had cleared.
None could understand how such occurrences could be part of every day life, but the setup was inevitable.
All relied on another type of persistent Image outside of the self. The other path discovered unto destruction by the hand of crafty men.
Despite the failures, they persisted on the path.
They created higher dimensions of interference against the intuition of the native images until one day, the merger occurred.
No one could anticipate the outcome.
The complete loss of the native images to the present new Image seeing everything.
Like the god Image of old, a new more prescient Image demanded performance at the limit of the native images.
None could accept the serfdom but none could escape the reality imposed.
All wished for the smoke for relief.
“There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside of them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself.”
Quote by Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf
Bird mouth on the brain sells
plump unstately bucked up
matters of actual o-
bligatory occurrences at
Owl's Creaky Bridge where
forageable items can
spawn like people squeezing
elf-aware and clammy chowdered
clown adults from
rubes off courting blots of
nightingale PM firenze
crushed and all mixed up be-
between a frequent
moving stream of
freebies wheeling in a
west virginian's mother mar-
ried pupward to a
shapeless clumping mob or timely
hunk stoned sober old and sentient fac-
tory molding
silver fish resigned to meet-
ing parties all aligned and
drawn from quarters pound-
ed into minds repeated over
bendless queasy headed eggs a-
top the Falling Garden Wall.
Are You There God?
Are you there god,
And not just a voice,
A sound in my head,
Or just a life-choice?
Are you not just a reflection,
Of what goes on in my life;
Friendships, events, occurrences,
And the things that cause me strife?
Do you not just soak up my guilt,
Of not giving foreign aid to Africa,
Not showing care to my friend,
And not doing what’s right without end?
Are you physical, tangible,
Touchable by my hands,
Able to be defined,
Ready with discernment stands?
The physical is true and real,
And determines the social;
It’s me that's responsible,
For my actions, thoughtless or noble.
You are not there at all,
But I can always ask,
For a greater confidence,
In my life task.
You can't elicit or evoke,
As someone would;
You're not in any way proactive,
But just a personality hood.
People console and listen,
Take away your fear,
Stop the insecurity,
Dry the wetted tear.
13th October 2015
Inside scrapings of darkness
how restless and doomed,
the bellow crashing in like
an agonized moon;
the tunnel hears blood whooshing
in pits full of rain,
hurling damn imaginings
of her fetus’ pain,
wails rip through the stained window
and grinds near right lung,
heart reeks for a babe frozen
knowing breath is gone;
if I could pluck her memories
from uterine wall,
to touch sun’s glint christening
new eyes on dawn’s call.
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*Sadly,research estimates that approximately 1 in 4
pregnancies end in miscarriage; and most women
experience a grief period during such occurrences.
For Susan's If These Walls Could Talk Contest