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Heartfelt light… falls gentle on my dew drenched silence,
When moon is fading beneath the silent blessings,
Raining through the moments, healing with soft expressions
Moments alive with the flames of joy kindled to birth,
Praying into the depths of grace, with faith beyond imagining,
Faith that is the greatest thing since the angelic wings…
Embracing souls with a deep and everlasting peace, serenity
Warm like autumn’s crimson chuckle with its own brand of rustling
From the songs who glisten with the stars, leafy answers
To the wind’s distress – the feeling like a flavor of tempting sincerity,
The abiding of truth in the glowing embers of an emotional storm…
One who delights in the flavors of stardust shimmers, reflecting
Hearts and souls, intimate as the darkness’ ghost – whimsical and fearless,
Listening to the rude remarks of pines and laurels who lust for glowing
Grace, enchanting as deep sapphire skies who breathe through
Twilight dreams, stunning as the fires from September camping like
Endless stories, the ones who never end because the last page
Is the most beautiful amen, the agreement to abide in the pleasant
Yes, indeed… amen to the moments when hope is extracted
From the fears and there is only the evidence of gentle in soul felt tears
Blessing away the rusty realization, the caress of an imagination
When yesterday was the peace, both quiet and bold…
Expressing the music gesturing through the melancholy,
Blending with rhythms of dancing leaves, the season’s abundance
Blessings, corn and apples, pumpkins in bold ginger
Expressions of the harvest collected by the moments in burgundy
Hazy moments, crisp and cool morning rising with the beautiful
More inspiring than the wonders of a summer’s soft kiss,
Chasing the winds of grace, like laughter in the soul, growing kinder
As the moments pass, outshining the moon’s glow and the spring’s show
Flowery and stunning, beyond words – yes, autumn rises
Inside those who know her as the exalting treasure she has become.
Hallowing the ghostlike promise of yesterday’s mesmerizing
The magnificent silence of God’s blessed peppering …
Spice of the season who is forever more wonderful than poetry
Could possibly portray, more like the spell cast by hope
Who knows that His love, His love is poured out on Autumn’s soul
Just like his wrinkles,
Gray hair and distant stare
There comes a moment,
When moonlight falls on the night,
Erasing the darkness
With the shimmering of stars
Alive as the heart’s rhythmic pounding
Trembling in his expression,
Soft words pouring out of him,
Reminding me that he is such a blessing,
A treasure and a time…
Now faded, yet timeless as light
Flowing through the heart
Who believes, who can see – he is more
Than memory.
He is the moment when hope begins,
The fire that survives life’s sin,
The feeling that bleeds joy through the bleak
The sigh that fades beneath shadow’s kiss
The silence lifted from its lonely routine,
The peppering of a heart who sways…
Beneath the prayers proving that love is a place
Beyond the doubts and the dread – love is a place
That is forever breaking through the fears and tears,
Lasting in the soul of those who see the sun
Shining in his eyes, eyes who invite the gaze
Into the affections kindled by One who led the quest
For love without end. Love that is beyond a gift
Love that is heaven sent. Love that is expressed
By the beautiful in a sunset, the wonder in the dew
The freedom of a teardrop – the worship
That comes to those who remember the blessing of God’s Son,
The One who guides the soul into a faith that is more alive
Than the moon and stars of night – more alive
Than the twinkling inside gentle eyes, more alive
Than the sensation of love that will always survive
Because this is the ONE who makes us all whole,
This is the ONE who sings grace to the soul,
This is the ONE who stills doubt and raises hope,
Hope for eternity with the ONE who is real love – genuine
Love, authentic love that can never fade away….
For this love shines brighter than the light of day
This love is the answer to every heart
This love is the promise that the soul isn’t lost
This love is the wonder that only God could have brought
The gift from One who made a way, through faith,
For our hearts and souls to pray and say… Jesus
Is the way, the truth, the life… God’s sacrifice, His grace
The gift that assures souls they’ve forever been made whole!
Arduous agonizing affliction
doth unrelentingly assail...
aghast to exhale lest...lose
desperate clinging clutch
held by bloodied cracked fingernail
phantasmagoric tendrils constrict
stoppering me to whisper or wail
yawning abyss menacingly beseeches
hmm...release could immediately curtail
cumulative (lifetime's worth) travail
freefalling, pirouetting unnervingly,
unstoppably, unwaveringly... zipping
into infinite black hell hole ail
mince vanish as doth guilt - a hail
storm peppering psyche... jail
time for eternity excluded option
asper garden variety baby boomer male,
albeit the father of deux darling daughters,
the eldest (broke vow of silent communication),
she reached out after months long hiatus telltale
indications to accept genuine apology
her papa (me) rages against hurtfulness, he
affixed indelible psychological scars each travail
boomeranged backed to yours truly duress
during her impressionable years, she did rail
and rant previous conversation, the scale
innocent intelligent progeny, we begat
(myself and misses) financially ill prepared
to provide respectable accommodations
"dirt poor" status detrimental
with affluent MainLine
incomes luxe Lower Merion
living costs fateful design
neighbors cursed, ostracized, vilified...
unsightly unkempt property (i.e. unmanicured)
intolerant snobs didst malign
child welfare services called NOT to dine
but emphatic for papa and mama to align
dwelling safe and secure for minors
yes, I attest despicable living conditions
crowded house with Zison heirlooms
owners - malignant hoarders did confine
considerably reducing cubic feet,
they relations of spouse evicted us
ready to point carbine
at temple...quicker than noose
dead of winter 2010 near homelessness
relocated within "roach motel" decline
among our dynamics with offspring
livid with rage, asper an inferno no divine
comedy compounded by lascivious
behaviour - mine to hasten dateline
enduring helplessness, hardship
being alive plus brandishing knife
against self witnessed...I assign
poor marks as paternal parent,
who bemoans loathsome
impact...this papa gropes toward hotline!
Poets go beyond the rose
Into the petal’s gentle soul
Poets go beneath the bud
To caress the sweet nectar
Poets go into the secret’s liar
Where flowers learn to charm
Poets go inside the heart
Of a lilac’s lavender blush
Poets go…
Past the azure color
Of sky so rich with dew
Through the atmosphere
Into the heavens, where
They learn to inspire truth
Poets go…
Past the shimmer
Shining in the moon and stars
Into the gentle whisper of passion
Peppering the skies with delight
Capturing happiness in the sight
Poets go…
Past the heartfelt caress
Of a soft and gentle breath against
The skin who knows no doubt or qualm
Which might interfere with the joy
In the sensation of pure, cool love
Poets go…
Past the muse that harbors
All the answers to their best poems
Through the melancholy and elation
The grace that brings such insight
Into the spirit’s longing to write
Poets go…
Past the harmony of dawn
That paints the world in lace silence
Echoes through the miracles that happen
When mystery meets with circumstance
And love is discovered in every place
Poets go…
Past miracles that come from knowing
This peace that erases all tendency to harm
And welcomes silence as a best friend, one
Who leaves the heart filled with brilliance within
The soul who feels so drawn to these feelings
Poets go…
Past sighs of eager affection and
Truth that compares to a sweet love affair
Filling up the heart with music and dance
Wishing away every chance of disdain or disgrace
That might keep a heart from this love that awaits
Poets go…
Past disillusionment and humiliation
That comes from not giving into destiny
Discovering the wonders and treasures of
Sweetest intimacy and all that comes from
Being one with the reflections of blessed verse
Poets go…
Past the pain of the past grief
Into the warmth of a hope that knows
Nothing but promise and encouragement
That comes from the assurance of love
That lives inside each poem’s power!
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Sponsored by Silent One
November 26, 2020
Starry night, kiss my heart with your shimmering hope – quote by poet
From the light, I breathe
Shining silent and sweet
A gentle glow who soothes
With laughter and peace
Shimmering with beauty
Starry night, fall soft on my heart
Whisper to the moon so alive
With a sense of inspiration, feeling
Breaking through the skin with a kiss
Embracing the spirit in lingering rays
Alive, like a dance, coloring life in hues
Of joy and serenity, a hope that remembers
To charm the heart with all its promises
Drifting on waves of creativity, imagination
Starry night, twinkle with delight
Igniting the skies in fantasies of magic
Harmonious thoughts, falling through the heavens
Sacrificing the night by revealing all the pleasures
In flickering sparks of vibrant luminosities
Wonderous rays of rich and rare charms
From the legends in the night sky
Beckoning to the soul with glorious praise
Psalms of love and honor and grace
Brought alive by prayers from those who know
The starry night is flourishing with joys
Intimacies thriving on the sense of hope
Woven through the giggles of a moon
Who only honors the One who created us
And gave us this expression of light
Peppering the night with whimsical reflections
Honoring God and those all around
Who reach beyond their anxieties
To make these lively stars, these images so bright
Animate the soul with incredible rays
Starry night, linger on in my soul
Whisper through me, your sweet blush
Of brilliant shafts of impulsive sparks
Lighting my way through the dark
Saving me with the furious maze
Of a land embraced by moon of praise
Starry night who honors His presence
In the skies, in the heavens, ambiance
Of the senses who enfold my faith
Linger on the winds of my laughter
And silence every fear of the darkness
Starry night, charm my soul
And open my heart to your flickers
Of sweet, unconditional love
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Echoes of laughter penetrate my reflections
Reminding me of the loneliness that exists
Amid shattered memories and lost dreams
When I awakened to a family that was gone
Lifted from the earth to walk along those
Streets of heaven, where I will someday walk
Feet beating out a dance of loving wisdoms
Hailing those beloved people I’ve missed for these
Many years of living on earth and witnessing
Other families coming and going, alive and well
Seeking the warmth that flickers with fires
Of intimacy and inspiration, insight into faith
Where secret visions soar, unheard and silent,
Reaching through the pains and struggles
To light up like diamonds in the darkest night
Vibrations of hope puncture my whispering
Musings, painting hues of sparkling desire
Through my passionate spirit, my tender
Feelings, flowing crimson through veins of
Serenity and joy, yearnings for the day when
I, too, will reach this place called heaven
Where I will meet the One who has known
Me all along, known my heart, soul and spirit
Known the family that I miss so desperately
And long for, with a hunger that threatens
To consume my very soul with its ache for
The small moments when I knew them best
In the places that come back so easily, the
Dinner table and the breakfast feasts of omelets
That left us filled with more love for each other
Than the nutrients of eggs and meat, sustenance
Thriving floods of hope seasoning the meals
And peppering of love awakening the heart
To know that God himself graced our table
With His kindness and compassion, His touch
Moving us all to know the closeness of family
With stirrings of faith in the Father leaving us
Alive with the assurance that God will lift hearts
Who have lost the small moments to death
Leaving shadows of darkness threaded through
The light that enriches the heart with pure love
In the small moments… I find eternal peace
the seeds of autumn travel on the wind, healing, blessing, forever the heart’s soul friend ~ by poet
Autumn always reminds me to be still,
heed the music of God’s free will,
echoing over gentle hills, quiet meadows,
soothing away doubt beneath the shadows.
Autumn whispers light through the woods,
peppering hearts with His precious goods,
dreamy moments in a heart who can see,
beyond the darkness, as I bow upon my knee.
Autumn colors intensify as the season delays,
creating feelings of joy beyond her blaze,
tranquil stories silence all my fears,
psalms and visions told throughout the years.
Autumn leaves, rustling and waltzing, excited
blessing the spirits of a love God ignited,
comforted by the heartbeat of an easy prayer,
blended in melodies of wonder beyond compare.
Autumn sings in the wind’s deep cries,
stilling the breath of storms who chastise,
remembering the joy of this glorious season,
who blesses the spirit without any reason.
Autumn harvest delivers poetry in verses,
meant to reveal the love that surely coerces,
passion that arises in hearts who believe,
where there is light, dark can’t deceive.
Autumn pleasures rest in souls who hear her,
exalting the One who believers prefer,
growing in wisdom, in faith and in true love,
sincerely accepting the answers sent from above.
Autumn lingers in the hearts of those who care,
knowing His love will restore and repair,
offering the wonder of healing and reuniting,
so the light seeps into the stories He is rewriting.
Autumn lasts for only a short while,
but her kindness will forever beguile,
singing to the souls of those who know,
this is the season that causes hearts to glow.
Autumn delights in giving her peace,
freeing souls so the light will never cease,
leaving glistening thoughts to cherish,
securing souls who love and will not perish.
Not wishing to cause offence offence when somone calls me 'friend' but are not really
one not bothering to ask others or me my name, only their mishappen mission counts.
Should I give stentorian rebuke the vehemence of which will make them go pale or
puke?
Should I pity them for the arrogance of their ignorance or the purblind of their
prejudice, as their predilictions count because they and their ilk only have the truth as
others are so false?
Should one smile at their bile or point out to them that the path to hell is made with
good intentions; as they are incapable of seeing that like all humans, they like me are
not infallible?
Should one rebuff them with irony that great Western weapon in debate,
so peppering their walls or undermining their drum barbicans in their want of debate,
mistaking their estate as the only state that should be state of the world?
Should the severity of the sure be sunk in the sea drowning their miasma of myopia?
Should gentle rebuttal not a rabid rant be prescribed or either fail because neither
conforms to the tail of their tale? All theory is grey but only life is green, but we must
not tear up the tares until the harvest is in; we all have reason, but in today's world
whatever we think we think, feel we feel, believe we believe, nihilise our nihilism, in
our existential state we all can be: false, fail, falter, fatuous. We must go on and on
living (like this essay at poesy!) our chances of being born were slim and we all
have to live on this beautiful blue ball bouncing through space-time making our lives
sigificant if love, reason and tolerance can be persuasive; trying do live together
dissuading others from following fanaticism; we must brew doubt as the partner of any
belief worth the salt of the earth otherwise the ugliness of the 'Four Horesemen of the
Apocalypse' will ride us all down forever.
Mine Impossible Self Educating Mission...
Finds muss elf facing Lenovo
(external Macbook
Pro screen) whoosh'n
with all manner
of thoughts cascading,
flowing and swoosh'n
thru ma mind like
yoyo wing thoughts,
whether right now
aboot me late Russian
maternal grandfather,
who made a
lasting imp Prussian
though whose departure
more'n deuce
score years ago,
nonetheless left
many a question
on me boyhood
memory, no matter
he predominantly talked
Yiddish with smidgen
of English peppering conversation
with scant sprinkling of
Anglo Saxon known to him
despite crossing ocean
as a scrappy young lad,
(and hightailing to America
as a possible stowaway)
for some notion
never told, hence I prevaricate
whipping oop tall tales
courtesy magic potion
of spellbinding words,
not the least bit concerned
freely falsifying any quotation,
cuz no paper trail
extant for citation,
nor other medium survived
attesting to birth family
of said relation
Morris (Moishe) Kuritsky,
his near half century ago
passing into oblivion,
sans after major life mission
emigrating to Ellis Island
bing faux scion of
attending sewing spool
as self taught
harried styled swift tailor
finding goo goo
doll young bride
(eighteen Earth orbitz
round the sun his junior),
she died during her late 50's
(during early nineteen sixties)
attributed to poor nutrition,
which definitely aggravated
by poor dentition
tooth fully, not
fondly remembered for
doting o'er my mama
(the last born)
as favored offspring
at psychological expense
for beastly crush'n
life source of two eldest daughters.
Most of my Lix spittle
+ four additional anniversaries
since exiting birth canal
as full term newborn
re: minimally viable existence
post doc severance umbilical cord,
nevertheless yours truly
found himself figuratively
linkedin and tethered to lifeline
particularly in formative years
(primarily academically) adrift,
and malfunctioning blinker
analogous to a boat
without an ankh (clawing
away to stay afloat)
aimlessly bobbing -
and drowning akin
to a besotted drinker
just out of rest to be
rescued by Mister Rinker
sea ming lee without
any hook, line and sinker
despite being gifted with
an above average thinker,
(who calls Lake Wobegon
his birth place)
from without, where two
brown myopic ocular
orbs shutterfly, twitter and winker.
All thru academia
just barely passing grades
nsync with avocations
such as: jigsaw puzzles,
photography, playing piano
weight lifting with free weights
and other endeavors metaphorically
suffered from anemia,
and at my nadir,
thy prepubescent psyche
plummeted lovely bones
into grave state,
courtesy anorexia minus bulimia
mental health also linkedin
shot thru through with
healthy dose of dysthymia
captioned tinker tailor soldier spy
kept awake with insomnia
peppering cerebral
cortex with monomania
buzzfeed ding somnambulant
zombified condition
with a burning
desire toward pyromania
nsync with unmanageable
raging (red dee
and bull lush) testosterone
spawning (when libido
ran rampantly amuck)
satyromania, the above particularly
accentuated, and cresting
with accursed triskaidekaphobia
most agonizing, when
orbitz around Earth
demarcated ten plus three
month date on a Friday the thirteenth,
hence death be not proud
sought after utopia
pleading, longing, and hooping
if I Willoughby
able to sprinkle
cremated ashes across Xenia
after Dayton death.