Long Pastoral Poems
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Pennilessness shadows black
unemployment endless track
rails tie-er less lee when dumbly staring
overdrawn account issues
another clattering smack.
Income pleat undergraduate degree
contributed to the role of a sporadic employee
time to acquire handy dandy blues clues key
lost within vacillating undermining spree.
Mental state can be a precarious widget-like thing
directly at the whim of financial sliding swing
self-destruction demonic ring
courtesy of pauperism
delivers the destructive poisoned scorpion sting.
Immortal force of please hear my cry
provide support while
under the sheltering sky
steady (just out of reach)
sought income bolster up high
mirage vision brings transient delight
to this great (former
Civil War Yankee) supreme guy.
If no breakthrough I do not foresee
charity not for profit (but only prophet) I will bee
and this blurb carved outside my cave-like hovel
many moons and break of the day find me
imploring existential vagaries this baby boomer
sans middle-aged man who hankers to be free
thus though aye to be a schnorrer
who scrounges parking lots for scattered change
yet...decries blubbering the beggar's credo
write out a check and mail to me.
Philanthropic persons
may rightfully balk and get irate
at such brazen plea to squelch
ma pecuniary financial state
yet where the crossroads of mine future
most likely crop up which
would cause far a tete a tete
meanwhile, stoicism bids me wait...
For Godot, Curly, Shemp, or Moe
the stand-in for a Stool Pigeon
or even an odd antagonist
or protagonist dreampt
by Edgar Allan Poe.
By Dana Redricks
"For while we are in this tent, we groan, being burdened [often weighed down, oppressed], not that we want to be unclothed [separated by death from the body], but to be clothed, so that what is mortal [the body] will be swallowed up by life [after the resurrection]. Now He who has made us and prepared us for this very purpose is God, who gave us the [Holy] Spirit as a pledge [a guarantee, a down payment on the fulfillment of His promise]. So then, being always filled with good courage and confident hope, and knowing that while we are at home in the body we are absent from the Lord— for we walk by faith, not by sight [living our lives in a manner consistent with our confident belief in God’s promises]— we are [as I was saying] of good courage and confident hope, and prefer rather to be absent from the body and to be at home with the Lord. Therefore, whether we are at home [on earth] or away from home [and with Him], it is our [constant] ambition to be pleasing to Him. For we [believers will be called to account and] must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, so that each one may be repaid for what has been done in the body, whether good or bad [that is, each will be held responsible for his actions, purposes, goals, motives—the use or misuse of his time, opportunities and abilities].
Therefore, since we know the fear of the Lord [and understand the importance of obedience and worship], we persuade people [to be reconciled to Him]. But we are plainly known to God [He knows everything about us]; and I hope that we are plainly known also in your consciences [your God-given discernment]." 2 Corinthians 5:4-11
Grow old along with me:
The best is yet to be!
1
A reed in hand, she comes
Harping a decree of the ancients
Weeping for joy of the prospects
Of our ancestral sceptres:
Swords forged for peace and liberty!
2
Measure this peace of peoples
Sing in the heights of future wars
The shrubs shrug for the cedars
To be cut in the contempt of peace
Prowl in the secrets of sad glories!
3
Freedom is the very word,
A word to be heard in prophesies!
Is she deceiving the celebrate folks?
In markets: mere fools, sad
Tho’ the gods demand the sacrifices!
4
The voices were heard
Far from the Niger’s shores;
O the lagoons quartered the talks
The discourse that could
Determine the flow of Niger’s tears!
5
A white angel blew the trumpet
Humming a foreign dance-style
A native dancer lept into the sky
Calling his neighbours to the stake
Of powers, of shy cry and mourning!
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prance'n 'bout
mine pit
fire
triplettes
wit
forest green
amber cotton
redwine
stay back edvard frocks (he jamez)
blindz meanz
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yet lips
hern
be soft
and hern step
poof toot
poof
too
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digits
tickle thick
shoots
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mmm
this one'z
speak mine
cauze'd
fancy hallucinate
dream
do'd
Soft warm breezes carry a heavy
scent of fragrant flowers in bloom.
Wreath the air with sweetest perfume,
a delicate lace of flowers lay tenderly
across the trees,
cascading down from amaranthine boughs,
through hollows and by gentle babbling
streams.
A symphony of birds, so sweetly sing,
keeping rythem with the old front porch swing.
Winding dirt country roads
draped with billowing willow trees,
and a carpet of green upon mossy rocks
becomes a welcoming seat.
Rotting fence posts and rusty barbwire entangled
with honeysuckle’s twining vine.
A portrait of spring created by God’s own design.
We've not come here to stay forever
Neither are we in a hurry to go either
We've not come to exist and exit
Neither have we come to disrupt earth
But to thrive and live with integrity
Leaving a legacy behind for the next.
Everyone have their purpose on earth
Our footprint are paths for the next
Be the change you want in the world
What you resonate to align with you
Don't give energy you won't accept
What you give you will get doubled.
Be patient for it's a virtue
What you do the next elumate
Without hesitating or pondering
Leave a legacy to make them wonder
If humans did or aliens did
In all your dealings do it wholly.
Up in the mountains
Out in the woods
Things look better
Air feels good
Meet in the kitchen,
Whenever we can
Eggs in a cast-iron frying pan
Yes, and sometimes life goes faster
than we’d like it
And the wheels will spin, no matter
what you do
A morning rain’s mist
A river’s swell
A trout goes skipping
Across the old Del
Our backyard, the Catskills
An eagle on high
And I on the porch-front
Catch the Natural Mind’s eye
Yes, and sometimes life goes faster
than we’d like it
And the wheels will spin, no matter
what you do
So we row ourselves on up from
the human tidal pool
And actually see a moment through
Now, lover and I
Lay in mutual prayer
Softening touches
Le Anniversare
Yes, and sometimes life goes faster
than we’d like it
And the wheels will spin, no matter
what we do
So we dredge ourselves on up from
the human tidal pool
And actually see a moment through.
#Please_wait_a_moment
Please don't rush to here where I stand, the flames still rages, I fear you might suffer blisters,from fire you lit not, please don't ask why for I might respond with tears, these floors may flood, you need not be here to drown. Please wait, this door behind me still refuse to close, I need time and strength to pull it into its right hinges, so I can correctly turn towards your direction
Please don't trust me, I need to trust myself first , please don't love me, I need to learn again how to love myself first, please wait just this moment, I need to learn first how to wipe first my tears before I can wipe yours too, please I need to make sense of my own thoughts, my own emotions, my own feelings, for everything still rough and formless, it's a mess, you need not to witness, please wait
Please don't rush me, for I may trip a fall, and fail to stand up again, for my bones having fell more , please don't ask me too much questions for I may choke in answering some and start loosing my breath and tears mixing amid, please allow me to breath, to sigh and most to heal, so my wounds won't be contagious to you, please wait, I plea
Please walk slow towards where I stand, these rough patches around me, need a spade first to be cleared, so you be not prickled by thorns you planted not. Wait! just a moment, rush not to love me, it's all broken pieces , all bones and blood gathered on my chest, it's all still a fresh crime scene, please wait, I beg
#Poetic_Ink
Historic Africa dabbled in darkness
Long for a glimpse of the light,
Try to learn from past mistakes,
One day will make those lessons right.
Write all deeds that were wrong
Setting visions in dreams alight,
A cure will come to make us strong,
It will never be too late to make right.
Truth waits in the unknown silence
With barriers built around,
When sought for the right entrance,
In the paths where knowledge is found.
Dwells the future of glory for Africa
Beyond where present suffering abounds,
The Children to come will find Mana,
Ocean of water in mighty waves surrounds.
Fear, not the past unhealthy cry,
hear the uprise from underground commence,
for recompense demise, our heroes die
Multitudes now stand in their place.
The distant future is unknown to man
But God knows the destiny of everyone
Time revealed in glimpses of vision,
No realms on earth dare to stand alone.