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With beams of divine illumination
my heart is unveiled from shielding curtains
exposing verities of motive-throbs
surely God can discern
bereft of humanistic favoritism.
Lurking drape of hypocrisy evades from truth’s gleam
while vanity lace lingers
seductively winking in deception
awaiting the cleansing bleach
only the Holy Spirit can fulfill.
Clinging tenaciously is the Venetian blind of arrogance
made heavy by self-righteousness fabric
with virtue-vice threads of dominant scarlet hues
needing the conquering meekness of the Saviour
for humility’s beauty to glow.
Hanging loosely with suffocating shade is frustration jalousie
always ready to engulf heart’s disposition with despair
while soul struggles for hope upon faith’s buttress
oh! how terribly awful is its vexing presence
along loathe some display of condemning* defeat.
Amidst spiritual disclosure through Sovereign enlightenment
my heart is now enjoying freedom from curtain’s coping accessories
while repentantly confessing “just as I am”
thanking the Almighty Lord for His compassion
so I can serve Him and be a blessing to others with all my heart.
*1John 3:20 For if our heart condemn us, God is greater than our heart, and knoweth all things.
December 24, 2020
2nd place, "Curtains Of Your Heart" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 12/26/2020.
Have you ever wondered what people are thinking about
What’s playing on repeat in their head
Their-
World
The place where they spend all their time
Thinking a thousand thoughts per minute
Ideas, School, work, worries, Family, thoughts, friends, overthinking,
Thinking
over and over and over again.
All these things pile up rather fast
Soon everything is too fast
Quite too fast to keep track
From the outside
A new, shiny, White , Clean ,House
But what about the inside?
On the outside, everything might seem fine
But in reality, what does the inside
Look like?
Something you'll never
Know
You will never be able to
Never be able to See what someone's head looks like
Never be able to walk in their shoes
Not even for a second
You might think you understand
Understand what someone is going through
Know why they do the things they do
But do you?
Do you really ever even know someone?
Have you ever thought about that?
Have you ever thought about how much you know a person?
We all carry bags
Things we won't let go
Things that we will never forget
Some good
Some bad
Just depends
What does it mean to know someone?
How much do you really know someone?
Everyone carries scars
The things that can’t just be washed
Washed away
Like paint on a canvas
It can be covered up
Yes!
But never gone
No matter how many times you try and get rid of it
It will always be there
Silent
We all have a time in our lives
Where we realize our words no longer have an impact
Our words no longer mean as much as they once might have
Everything
just one big misunderstanding
And we will never really know someone
Never really know what they're going through
Never really know what they're carrying
Never really know their scars
Never really know what’s playing inside their Head!
Constantly playing.
Day in and day out
Silent from the outside
But on the inside
Always playing
Always on…never really silent.
Ataraxis
Of that, that lazed in the league composed,
faraway sights gifted reserve from activewear a euphuistic fence,
the settling dust of undisturbed light flickers an arrival.
Yon an ornate circular gate is a varied stone patterned garden,
and a sparsed generous scattering of diverse bonsai tree settings,
fronts a Sleeping Jade Buddha in misty Jasmine smokey vapors.
Beyond the Japanese Tea garden in its genteel wake,
rests a surreal koi filled pond and a Japanese lanterned pathway,
leads to enchanting bridged tea pavillions of seven in harmony.
A therapeutic spa in relaxed equanimity awaits guest,
to a soothing massage amidst aromatic candlelights and redolent sprayed oils from the Far East, as a koto plays, and a geisha nocturnes.
Pleasantries and sweet dispositions lay in its wake,
as a commensuration in the departure of an unfathomable regret,
sets the opening stages of a welcomed future dream.
2020 February 16
*3rd Place*
STRAND SELECT R,any form ,any theme
~~Brian Strand
A subtle ruse awakens
beneath the softer shadows of spring shaken,
as the earth bursts forth free and opened
to the pale warm rays of May sun unbroken.
Strange images arise
as the quiet hush whispers a new surprise
in seeded blooms bountiful at every step
and gentle rain drops loom as untethered threat.
A shadowy sky taunts
with clouded images that haunt,
a bird, a castle, a gray elephant walk
appear to drift above the floating hawk.
On the wing or on the wind
the essence of soft shadows begin
fragile in their beauty, music of a different drummer
breach the memories of spring lost to hotter summers.
Squint the eye and bend the ear
from these shadows visions grow more dear
and in the warmness of the shadowed embrace
each of us become distinguished in our place.
I closed tight my eyes and fell sound asleep,
and in my dream I became a grand artist;
who was painting the sky, the sky . . .
I picked up a brush of the purest blue,
and swirled a slash of azure across the canvas:
Hesitating for a moment . . .
I dipped my brush into rosy pink and splattered it.
Now, holding a brush of honey gold, I waited, waited,
gazing and pondering for quite awhile;
then, I painted an orb of gold . . .
_______________________
February 24, 2019
Poetry/Verse/An Orb of Gold
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1117-851-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted into Standard Contest #565
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
Amidst the chaos and the strife,
When hope seems lost, and fear is rife,
There shines a message, clear and bold,
A message of courage to behold.
It speaks of strength and resilience,
Of the power of the human will,
Of rising up from every fall,
And standing tall, through it all.
It tells of heroes, brave and true,
Who fought for what they knew was due,
Who faced their fears with grit and grace,
And left a legacy in their place.
It speaks of dreams that can come true,
Of new beginnings and breakthroughs,
Of taking risks and venturing forth,
And discovering one's own true worth.
It reminds us that we have a choice,
To listen to our inner voice,
To take a stand and make a change,
And break free from our limiting range.
It urges us to keep the faith,
To trust that life will find a way,
To never give up on our dreams,
And let our spirits soar and gleam.
For in this message lies the key,
To unlock our true destiny,
To live a life that's bold and bright,
And shine like stars in darkest night.
So hold this message close and dear,
And let it guide you without fear,
For in its wisdom, you'll find the strength,
To go the distance, at any length.
One of the hardest things to deal with in life
Is when you're stuck in situations that cause nothing but strife
Unable to move from point a to point b
Unable to move out of abject poverty
Unable to have relationships that are beneficial and true
Unable to leave that environment which has seemed to have swallowed you
Now hating those who are progressing and moving ahead
With bitterness in your heart, angry and seeing red
Now a blind man was on the road a beggar named Bartimaeus
Stuck in his situation when he encountered the Lord Jesus
He was on the right road that day with a chance to change his situation
He was on the right road that day to receive a life altering transformation
Many of us allow our situations to overwhelm us and take control
Many of us stay in the same rut too afraid to think bold
Unwilling to spare some change in regards to our circumstances
Unwilling to get up and go out, unwilling to take chances
You can't blame no one but yourself if you stay stuck in your situation
You need to interrupt that vicious cycle if want true transformation
Bartimaeus interrupted the cycle of his tedious every day life
And when the opportunity arose he got bold
and called on Jesus the Lord Christ
Stepping out on faith Bartimaeus flipped the script
And in spite of others rebuking him towards Jesus he went
He was on the right road that day and in the right place
And in spite of his blindness and brokenness
he received Jesus's mercy and grace
Now when Jesus asked Bartimaeus of his needs and desires
It was a question of self examination and godly inspired
For God has a way of making us look inside ourselves to discover
What we need to be made whole and completely recovered
On the right road with God with the right attitude in mind
On the right road trusting in God and you will come to find
That God knows what you need to be made whole
As only God has the ability to heal your soul
On the right road ready to make a change in life
On the right road trusting in God and Jesus the Christ
Why love and never love again
Tears reach down and drown out memory
My heart pulled down and out in tidal forces
Raw feelings cause trembling on the lakes sad reaches
Ripplings of waves cause no relief this day
Death. It is a start to end a friendship
It starts within the bones of marrow emptiness
I draw back my bow with fire from my soul to tip of arrow
Release the flame to the funeral raft of straw and branches
To send my sweet love off to her eternity without me
Quicksand becomes me in that instance
Who could have a more sinking soul
Then to send my sweet love off
Just off shore in a funeral raft of straw in flames
Incendiary baron world surrounds us
In lighted night to burn my loves last remains
Last hopes, remnants of a passion that burns out
Brings me lower to sorrow no man needs to know
She burns down then sinks beneath the somber waves
Gray are the ashes floating with all lost souls
Caused from some disease that caused this fatal end
Unfolding life, floating ashes on the wind begin
There is no place called home
Grief is the only life I know. It is my own
I call it mine to the end of time and cry
As she is gone and so am I in life's short passing
God gave me eyes to watch her slowly go
I just don’t know why life which is so beautiful
Must end and why...Why my love must die
Authors note: I wanted to submit this poem for the Funeral Poetry Contest Deadline: Sunday, July 21, 2019 but 99 poems of the maximum 100 allowed have been entered and it looks like it is closed out already. I'm still posting it here for your reading pleasure, even though it may not be all that pleasurable.
Today's mentality and attitude
is not as sound as it was yesterday,
and the chosen path didn't diverge
from the distant past so affected
by the miracles that happened, but
the skeptical was the arrant liar...
desecrating and devaluing divinity,
detaching from the undeniable Designer!
And whoever dredges up this regret,
and doesn't question truth:
has entered in a cosmic dimension
which disarms anyone willing to discern,
and cease the lament of not seeing enough miracles;
piety made the saints grow in compassion,
and their constant devotion was an expanse of faith...
never extinguished by indignant words!
Be like them, never fleeing the dying sword,
speak kindly to them, and make them see their vileness;
and whether it was willful or not ...be merciful and virtuous,
and change their visceral spirit with the noblest word...
have the wisdom of the Prophets who were inspired by God,
and brought a rebellious people back to their Lord!
A vagrant person won't find a tranquil place in days,
trenching on a stark wasteland...where no trees ever grow,
the arid air welcomes nothing but sunlight;
be illuminated by spirituality and remit any sorrow
to reprove silliness and resentment ...
and finally put aside the notion of not seeing enough miracles!
Love Laughs
Love laughs at each and all
As with the heart it plays
Entreating you to fall
In subtle succinct ways
The whisper in the ear
That little nothingness
Sly messages unclear
Invade the subconscious
It uses every ruse
In its little book
Leaves you vital clues
Entices you to look
You like what you are seeing
The way it makes you feel
It brings you into being
Even if unreal
You see the sideways glance
You catch the sultry stare
As purposeful as chance
Love laughs and begs you dare
A word seems out of place
Instinctively you trust
You know you should not chase
But then you know you must
You think you’ve seen it all
You think you’re to mature
Yet still it does enthral
You can’t resist the lure
Once you’re on the hook
You bow to each demand
Love laughs at its good luck
Has you, at its command
And there is no escape
Even for the strong
For it, encapsulates
All… for which you long.