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FEELS LIKE A LIFETIME AGO
January feels like a lifetime ago,
breathing freely in a hearty party atmosphere.
The wheels on the van go round and round.
A storm loomed and we stood on Psalm 91.
The storm couldn’t reach where God’s hand breathed.
The wheels on the van go round and round
and our family goes up and down in reverie.
Oh how God blessed us with a solid gold watch.
Extended family joined us - my parents’ siblings,
the youngest with their spouses. And the doors
open and shut...open and shut. Shuttled to downtown,
my brother-in-law at the helm. Nobody wore masks,
nobody was sick, nobody needed operations.
Smooth operator, our Lord, who planned this folly,*
this tralala adventure — his peace and safety parlayed.
We blast music from the fifties, sixties, seventies.
Up, up we go from dynastic overflow, generational
happiness in our strobing blue jamboree — guilt-free.
Celebration of two great people — defined by hips,
superglued twins from different mothers. Children
of forever after happiness. Blissfulness before March.
The ants go marching on the calendar screen, right
away we can’t breathe, thankfully not covid. The ants
weave in and out, revolving hospital doors,
pass through, separate, and go home — the square dance
for cool kids, not so cool. Wannabee ankle-biters** - cruel.
In the bus we bust a gut**...months later Dad busts a chest.
Dosido here we go...mom and dad take turns, for the best -
we hope!
8/18/2020
Popular songs: Wheels on the Bus, Ants Go Marching
Bible, Psalm 91 is about protection
Some square dance lingo used in this poem - such as
pass through, separate and go home, dosido
*folly here is meant to mean to mean celebratory fun
**ankle-biters are children
***bust a gut - laughing
Not an original dream, or word computes this time.
Following the leader and daisy chains that litter a long way out.
Gunfire and bomb scares are louder now in flashes of time blink on and off.
House lights that communicate in waves.
Words fumble and flood from mouths that salivate for aesthetically pleasing scenery.
Forever bleeding as jars overflow and litter the pathway home.
Colorless pictures of disorganized emotions processed in unique points.
Starry eyes buried under the veil of cobwebs that keep us tucked in real tight.
Dismal bricks of someday wisdom drag behind.
Our burial sites scattered among landscapes that you knew us in.
Roses for summer.
Pumpkins in fall
Winter poinsettias brighten up the grave mood.
Barricades that promote wellness in the bodies you knew us by lay solemnly still.
Among the grass, and snow dirty heads half spirited in the soil.
The calm as the literal hearts break in time, wilted flowers that dust reminds is still dust.
Folded notes in time gray to black
Emotional highs and lows wail on high against the current of dreamscapes
In waves the house lights die.
In waves the origins hush.
In waves the scene fades.
Over and out the prayers of what we can't let go drags the graves in chain gangs.
Marching with incentive.
Never to turn back time.
Fold the letter.
Forget my name.
You've buried me in pieces of mind in fall cemetery rain.
Hear the bells.
It's beyond the see, and saw the dream wake down on my knees.
Mercy me.
The soft kills me every time.
The Live Washington Nativity
By Franklin Price
12/7/2017
In the Washington nativity
Live actors are no more
The record setting year gone by
Erased them from the floor
Washington has lost it's flock
Think the politicians care?
They only care about themselves
We sheep are sheared and bare
No wise men in attendance
I think that statements fair
The least wise of them sent packing
Without their underwear
No baby in the manger
With the water threw him out
Have forgotten in the capitol
What the Christ child's all about
No angels singing carols
All are gone from the hill
No praising for the congress
Who vote no on every bill
No room there in the stable
There is no open stall
An overflow of asses
Has taken one and all
Now you know the reason
For no live nativity
We're lucky, in our capitol,
There's still a lighted Christmas tree
What are you thinking of
germinal seed of dynamic animation,
do you still understand all without explanation..?
the colors you dream in are the nuances of Infinite Love
for the nonce, living soul,
you will breathe in new lessons
through this tender tethering
as your seeking thirst
is slaked through your skin;
for life's osmosis seeps mortal knowledge
not implanted at conception
with each culmination of every era
the Enlightenment is cumulative.
Craving to quench a craving quest
to reach and taste
faultless fruits of the Crown of Divinity—
paths' toward perfection perfectly entwined;
human womb but a nutshell
for a mortal plan in place
flesh and blood and free will intact—
your immortal blueprint will always be here
trust
when and while
you remember to forget to remember
recollections will renew
when your mundane drum ceases to thrum
and you flash across skies once more in meteoric rise
donning your glorifying shine from stars-of-giving-light.
In this human lifetime
imperfect being
you will be nursed;
orphan tears scarring dirty cheeks
will not overflow your tin cup
with naught else to nourish you...
those suffering stepping stones
led to the sanctity
of the last earthly lessons learned.
(to the tune of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band)
It was 50 years ago today
That the Beatles had the chance to play
On Ed Sullivan’s iconic show –
Can it really be so long ago?
So now it’s time to reminisce
About that night of teenage bliss –
John, Paul, George & Ringo’s U.S. stand.
‘Twas John, Paul, George & Ringo’s Beatles band
Who crossed the pond to say hello.
John, Paul, George & Ringo’s Beatles band –
The audience did overflow.
John, Paul, George & Ringo
With their British lingo;
Would we love them? Bingo!
Oh, how so!
Felt wonderful to watch them.
Oh man, it was a thrill
To be a teenage girl back then.
It was the highlight of my life
And it’s remembered still.
I can’t really get it down in rhyme
But if you experienced that time
Then you’ll know exactly what I feel,
What the clippings simply can’t reveal.
So let us pause to celebrate
Ed Sullivan, ‘cause on this date
On his stage we watched that Beatles band…
She's everything I prayed for even better
Everything I hoped for, when it rains it pours
And I'm looking at an overflow I'm drenched
In her love with no overcoat. Now I only boast
Because this is heaven sent, my new addiction
No prescription medicine, God prescribed it
True love how do we define it, we both been
Threw the fire but like the hebrew boys we been refined
No gimmicks she's my wife to be, late nights &
Early mornings she's my Methamphetamine
So what I mean to say is that I'm in love,
And I know the feeling is mutual
Its feels like the first date everytime I see you
Thats my lady, my woman of virtue
Its like I'm killing myself at any given time
I hurt you, there's no coming back from a
Suicide attempt doesn't it feel so good on
This side of the fence.
Know
Flow
Now show
Voice that grows
Vibrant poise that glows
Radiant peace that spreads overflow.
See
Be
Clearly
As happy
Being somebody
Content to live with soul set free.
Play
Stay
Now say
Word each day
Charm that paves the way
Watch miracles spark precious sway.
Live
Give
Believe
Dare receive
Focus to achieve
Inspiration that soul conceives.
Come
Sum
Now hum
Song and psalm
Drink iced coke and rum
Watch sanguine turn tipsy and dumb.
Reach
Niche
Sense itch
Spur not preach
Connect each to each
Feel sensations prompt bold outreach.
Terse
Verse
Outburst
Blank canvas
Ink wordplay converse
Write to satisfy a deep thirst.
Leon Enriquez
09 Mar 2014
Singapore
Through an ocean of thoughts that overflow like a rain of stars,
The women of this world wear their invisible crowns,
Queens of their own realms, castles of dreams and desires,
Guardians of secrets that dance through the halls of time,
Oh, how magnificent you are, stars of this vast universe!
Faithful women, God-fearing and deeply wise,
Reliable and hardworking, with love that knows no bounds,
Disciplined and with respect like a festive garment,
Oh, how magnificent you are, you who carry light in your souls!
I admire your character, a shining diamond in the foggy night,
Your loyalty and calm, an anchor in life's storm,
Exemplary, refined, elegant like a waltz by the sea,
You possess a potential that knows no limits,
Oh, how magnificent you are, you who bring hope at dawn!
You are my heroines, from your arms springs life,
I cherish your wisdom, for your advice is like gold,
Oh, incredible women, you are the stories I tell at sunset!
Women of strength and vitality, guiding me through labyrinths of shadows,
In your presence, darkness fades, and I am enriched,
Oh, incredible women, you are my compass in this world!
Your dedication and work have opened paths to a brighter future,
Women of substance and grace, my desire is to bring you joy,
Oh, incredible women, you are the verses of an eternal song!
You are my treasure, I strive to earn your admiration,
I disdain those who underestimate you,
For they cannot see how truly magnificent you are,
Oh, how magnificent you are, you who transform the world with a smile!
ALMS AND TITHES
Alms, spontaneous like a gentle breeze,
Tithes, a steady stream, a spiritual ease.
Both hold real value and kindle light,
In the acts of giving, souls take flight.
In worlds where compassion transcends,
These two acts of kindness often contends:
Giving alms and tithing, both profound,
Yet different paths to spread hope around.
Alms, humble donations from one's heart
To those in need, a supportive art.
With open hands, a gesture pure,
Lifting burdens, helping hearts endure.
In silent alleys, where destitution dwells,
Alms ignite a flame where hope compels.
From helping hands, blessings overflow,
Enriching lives and touching a soul.
Yet tithing seeks commitment and devotion,
A promise made with unwavering emotion.
Reverence for faith, an exchange divine,
Giving back to the source, we all must align.
From churches and temples, the tithes flow,
Serving as our saving grace on the go.
Strengthening lives and building anew,
This is purely a purpose we pursue.
As you observe, ponder and deeply reflect,
Embrace both alms and tithes in respect.
For in the heart's generosity we find,
A world of compassion that's intertwined.
In giving alms and tithing is biblical,
None of those two make you weaker.
Do you want to give hope or nurture faith?
I say, weave kindness, touch lives as the bible saith.³²
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? December
IN THE ORANGERY
In the orangery, her face glows
as sunstreaks rain like the snowfall.
A white bud stem her fingers pin.
Hush blush is her alabaster skin.
Her eyes focus to a book below,
hair unmoved from the wind blow,
similar to her thoughts running slow.
She sits calm, hand under her chin,
in the orangery.
Air dances, citrus smell swings a let go
sweetness dazzle an overflow.
It mimics, the lady's chaste grin
unhidden from her lashes spin.
Her beauty and the tangerine bulbs flow,
in the orangery.
(c)olive eloisa
12:53am
July 21,2014
CONTEST NAME: A POEM IN PARADISE
SPONSOR: ISAIAH ZEBEREST
4th place, to God be the glory..:)
***Orangery - these are 17th to 19th century ground buildings with classical architectural designs...It is same as a greenhouse or conservatory where citrus trees are kept and saved from frost. It symbolizes wealth and prestige as they are also gardens... :)