Long Peppering Poems
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Dewy liquid softens the petals
Of a blushing pink rose, whispering
Kindness and affection through
Poetry that flows from its pores
Sweating hope through laughter
That lightens hearts and heals loss
With jubilant love ever after
Caressing thoughts with precious hope
Songbirds bring graceful elation
Singing melodies in light and love
Healing hearts with harmonic peeps
Peppering the soul with tender fancies
Hands caress the air, the blistering sky
As exhilaration blesses the prayers
Of all who come naked, weakened, to the throne
Where He listens to the voices of honesty
Life colors all the thoughts in hues of hope
Sensations so brilliant and alive with love
They light the realms of lasting faith
With joy, elation, feelings so sure
The heart knows the promises are pure
Passionate embraces from an angel’s kiss
Against the heartbroken moments of pain
That brings souls to bended knees of grace
Love breathes sincerity onto the spirit
Erasing all fear and worry from their feelings
Replacing the anxiety with faith and freedom
To give back to the world a piece of serenity
With God… there is hope, faith and love
With God… there is grace sent from above
With God… there is victory found in mercy
With God… I know that I am saved from ruin
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.
Tiny, silver crystals sprinkle the earth
as they float slowly down
from the place of their birth.
Peppering white along the brown,
in the cold they may be found.
From frostiness they are born,
iciness follows them to the ground,
piercing like a thorn
Many there are
yet none are quite the same.
They have six sides whether near or far,
and their intricate designs are their fame.
Yet each is very small,
in large groups they strike fast
and leave piles that are tall
when the tempest is past.
They bring coldness to the touch
and get caught in your hair.
With unpleasantness of such
they even scare away the bear.
The wind whistles in your ear
as it sends the snow floating down.
And all that you can hear
is that there is a blizzard in town.
Although very unpleasant
when blown in your face.
When all its energy is spent
it is peaceful throughout space.
It is safe to step outside
and as you can guess,
there is no need to hide.
You may forget
all the unpleasantness
for gone is all the wind's blow.
And all that lies
is a fine layer of snow,
and of the ghastly weather
there are no ties.
I seek You in the morning
When my senses are alive
Alerting me to any troubles
Filling me with joy and praise
For the One who stills my spirit
Gives me hope and inspiration
To pray for those things that
Bring wisdom, kindness, faith
Love that knows no darkness
Only light that lifts the heart
Reflecting smiles and insight
Into the hues of a melody
Shimmering with laughing
Souls who bring peace to the
One who listens to God’s heart!
Silence fills the dawn with light
Brilliant hues of kindness, insight
Peppering my mind with healing
All my thoughts are revealing
Breath of serenity, love full of wonder
Reminding me why I feel so much
Beyond the stillness, a sweet fulfillment
Calming my soul with beautiful warmth
Sensations of elation filling me up
With a vibrant passion, colors of hope
Reminding me that I am so loved!
Spit and the Ocean
The sand spits at me as I walk
an uninvited interloper
content in my inane belief
I leave disappearing footprints.
Theft, pilferage, armed robbery,
committed in covetous collusion,
sunrises seared into memory,
plagiarized in dreams.
Thundering timpani of surf
rolling rounded stones,
salty chime of windblown sand
peppering the sea wall,
distant fog horn tuba -
ushers in the dimly lit aisles
following history’s lights
through shifting shoals.
The air shrieks, the ocean growls,
the sand burns, the brine stings,
the surf - in foaming rage - erases
all sign of my presence,
spitting as I walk away.
1/29/2016
Most of my Lix spittle existence
found me figuratively
(primarily academically) adrift,
and malfunctioning blinker
analogous to a boat with
out an ankh (caws
away) 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
from without, where two
myopic ocular
orbs did winker.
All thru academia
just barely passing grades
metaphorically
suffered from anemia,
and at my nadir,
thy prepubescent psyche
plummeted lovely bones
into grave state,
sans anorexia minus bulimia
mental health also linkedin
shot thru through with
healthy dose of dysthymia
cap (tinned em man hint mettle)
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 satyromania
the above particularly
accentuated, and cresting
with accursed
triskaidekaphobia
most agonizing, when
orbitz around Earth
demarcated ten plus
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.
Feet not up yet dreaming looking into the deep distant horizon screams
need to take turf in remembering howls across oceans mourning dream special wish
You would want a good fire tonight for sure ice stormy fierce cold cutting
out walking giant waves hitting of the shore thundering pounds lashing clash
Today the wind fairly woke me up piercing wide eye opening vision
Then when I got home just felt ten years younger alive again one storm
Now that's a good omen laughing to myself carries one to the high Heavens
Must be the salted spray love mixed with sea mist smashes you to the ground love
New therapy go out to the sea front as gales howling with angry force break news
blowing giant waves crashing heavy of cliffs thundering roars echoes inside sad
Wind spitting sea salt sand peppering the face in your hardened heart
hate remains your driving engine unforgiving hung up on the past
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.
She had dreaded these moments
Long before they came around
Moments of grief and despair
With whispers of disillusionment
Thrown in there for a peppering
Of confusion and trepidation
Feelings that felt so very forbidden
He walked away from her love
Without even saying goodbye to her
Leaving her with only the loss
Of these sweet moments that
Penetrated her imagination with
Joy from being a part of his world
The girl who he’d chosen to love
She missed him like imagination
Wouldn’t possibly comprehend of
Her heart longed for him with a
Suffering that grasped for hope
The way music longs for the note
That welcomes it into harmony
With an inspiration of pure love
Desperate and defeated, she had
Retreated into herself, deep inside
The desperation and sensitive place
Where discouragement grew stronger
And her heart felt lost in the hole
Where anger and bitterness took
Hold of her spirit and hung on
It would be many years before
Hostility and resentment moved on
Leaving her heart with only remorse
For the years she’d spent wanting
More, more than she had within her
Where lived the faith in God’s Son
The answer to her animosity and angst
Faith freed her spirit from the grasp
Of desperation and disenchantment
Memories of a past that slowly grew
To make her realize she had it within
Her heart, all the love that she sought
And should have been giving to others
As the Holy Spirit had given to her
Healed, she was wiser than before
Alive inside where she could go
To discover the answers to her hurt
And the comfort for worries dissolved
By the love that was like no other
Love that came from God’s Son
And helped her to heal from all pain
Faith Healer Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
November 29, 2020
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!