Long Prepared Poems
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My beloved is the vision of excellence
therefore the peoples praise him
He commands the turbulent winds
the very seas raging calms before him
He turns the earth and shapes the mountains spine
where the eagles nest amongst the crags
Nature itself exalts in his presence
in rhythmic dances of boundless joy
the threads of life resonate with his song
a symphony of perpetual gladness
Our hearts wax full of loves expressions
to draw from the depths
the purified waters of life
Come my Beloved let us partake
the table that has been prepared
which overflows with the riches
of every pleasant pursuit we can treasure
Let us follow in hot pursuit
of the designs created by and for love
the exquisite wealth which enrich's all those hearts
prepared to enter into the chambers
of ever lasting joy
All that he embraces becomes fully vibrantly alive
you are praiseworthy oh my Beloved
the strength of your arms support me
like armour your love is a shield
you are the pillars of my refuge
None can contest your brightness
as a candle is dim to the sun
nothing is hidden in the presence of your light
And so my Beloved are those compared to you
You have shared the secrets of the hidden pearls
masterful the crafting of all your gems
The treasures you have shared are beyond number
they fill every room in the house of God
held in deposit for all those loving you
I have made my search among your rooms
no one contains a flaw ...
their chambers hold the finest articles
Royal robes and majestic diadems
They are full up with treasures
not one thing is missing among them
They are all together desirable
and worthy of presentation to the King
Your promises are sure and without failure
Your words are always true
no lie can be found among them
they are as sure as the law constructed
to house the cosmos
My heart is a furnace and you
oh my Beloved are it's flame
COPYRIGHT © 2014 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
A path I never towed
Has no trace of my foot print
Only those that destiny bid me
I have walked and paid my fee.
It is only destiny
That can lift a man
Towards that path he dreads
And circumstances push him
Towards it for his daily bread.
The path I now tow
Is a path I never thought
Just as a farmer dreads the sea
And as the fisherman dreads the flea
While both ended opposite directions
Doing that they dread to perfection.
A Cobbler
Tomorrow may become a Mason,
A Teacher
Tomorrow may become a Spokesperson
And a Servant
Tomorrow may take the place of his master.
A path I never towed
Out of fear and ignorance
And out of what opportunities it beholds
May someday spread its heart before me
Hoping that I am prepared to hold its key.
© Ayinla, Muyideen Adeleke 2019
Juneteenth
June...back in nineteen-fifty eight, just sixty years ago,
Unknown to me, nine hundred miles away in the mid-South,
Never did I think of anything that would foreshadow...
Equal rights for me...denied to people of black color.
The waiting rooms and restrooms, solely marked as black or white:
Extremes prevailed with front and back seats taken on a bus;
Enjoying drinks from water fountains...marked, which one was right.
Nothing at home prepared me for those bigotries and 'hates'
That shocked me then, just newly married, moving with my spouse.
How could this be...in this, our land of free...United States?
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Juneteenth
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Judged: 07/15/2018
Juneteenth, also known as Juneteenth Independence Day or Freedom Day, is an American holiday that commemorates the June 19, 1865, announcement of the abolition of slavery in the U.S. state of Texas, and more generally the emancipation of enslaved African-Americans throughout the former Confederacy of the southern United States. Ref. Wikipedia
A misconception is the tale
That we should dread October's spell
Weird things happen, but do not fear
It only comes but once a year
Cornstalks, lanterns, pumpkin faces
Cloudy nights, and creepy spaces
Mummies hide by light of day
Ghouls in shadows want to play
Ghosts appear to take a peek
Cats put on their black coat sleek
Spider's weave around the room
A wart-nosed witch has brand new broom
Her sideways glance at mirror cracked
Still sneers her ugly image back
The cauldron cleaned with spit and shine
Prepared to hold a drink of slime
With tasty toads and wormy molds
It boils steamy brew that's bold
Graveyards readied, dark with gloom
Bats in belfries wait for doom
No need to dread the harvest moon
All Hallow's Eve is coming soon
They've all worked hard to be prepared
Join the party, IF YOU DARE!!
"3 Days Before the Fall"
When the 3 days
of darkness came,
we were ill prepared, still
the sky was blue
not a cloud
in sight
the sun
lit the day
well into the dark night
the fire spread
in mens’ hearts
like a ricochet killshot
across the world
until the meaning
in the reasoning
of it all, fell, charred
we were the demons
walking like prophecies
amongst the innocent
baptised in blood
pinning symbols on doors,
and on others’ hearts
in this new, frightening
strange war
we watched it all
from our sheltered worlds
recording and saving
images on our phones
we were,
slightly above it all
seated on our thrones
sheltered and silent
without windows covered
and closed
no bless’ed beeswax lit, yet
eventually,
we lay prostrate
amidst the end of it all
like fallen dominoes,
two sides
black and white
numbers counted
and uncounted
marked and branded
touched
and
untouched
trying to remember
the purpose
of Love
the value of
obscure prayers
and any good
deeds we shared
at all,
before
our fall
bookmarking
the other chapter
never seen, never read
the voice
of children
never heard;
before our burning beds
the sleeping secret,
Lucia and her Fatima
a child’s message
from
the past
miracles and visions
passed over,
irrelevant, not important
of little consequence
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
post Halloween
“There shall come over the whole earth an intense darkness lasting three days and three nights. Nothing can be seen, and the air will be laden with pestilence which will claim mainly, but not only, the enemies of religion. It will be impossible to use any man-made lighting during this darkness, except blessed candles."
We Welcome May
The month of May unfolds her blossoms soon;
she comes betwixt mid-spring and summer days-
tween buds of April and full bloom in June.
Spring daffodils and tulips paved the ways-
then followed by the spread of verdant haze,
as budding limbs prepared for their new phase.
Soon bursts of color, like pink peonies,
and deep green leaves will paint a brilliant hue,
since rain in early spring did well-appease
and energized bold blossoms to accrue.
From pastel shades, bright landscapes will ensue
to weave May's color scheme for us to view.
Our May- her name alone lifts up our hearts;
we've honored her with love through all the years.
This child of spring displays earth's vernal arts
till summer's full maturity appears.
May days are special- summer's pioneers-
set up June's gifts before she disappears.
Then, lovely May will yield to next month's clime-
when midyear month of June brings summertime.
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Contest: A N/A Rerun
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 06/27/2019
One of life’s treasures.
I have something whose “cash” value is of little concern
But its value to me is growing, this is something I learn.
I have a neat treasure. Tiffany is the name.
The halo ‘round her face like pure gold, all the same.
The day that we met all wrapped in light blue
With long, flowing ribbons the very same hue.
When we first came together I proudly showed her to friends.
Now when they greet us they may think there’s no end.
When I turn to her with a questioning look.
She’s seldom ever wrong. Reads my mind like a book.
She’s so full of energy her hands never stop,
I’m so proud of her my shirt buttons may pop.
We’d been together but a very short time.
I add a gold band. She looks really fine.
But we do part at bedtime it wouldn’t be right.
Her face on my pillow by my side through the night.
There’s no guarantee how long this will last,
I’m just hoping the future is as good as the past.
The way things are looking we’re both in good shape
Maybe we’ll go out together in a box that’s flag draped.
Now I thank my employer for giving to me.
This neat little watch. The brand ?….. Tiffany.
Entered in Soup in response to someone who wanted a Golden Oldie.
Written by oldbuck about the 25 yr. watch he received from his employer.
The rhyme was written for and read at, an Adult Bible Class party.
Each one had been asked to be prepared to share something about
themselves others might not know.
This would be the start of my rhyming phase in 2006. ‘o)
As the old sage lie before them…about to take her final breath..
a student whispered. “Oh, wise one why you have not taught us
how to prepare for death.”
Her students gathered 'round and waited…
for it was her way to think on questions for a while…..
When she was ready with her answer…
the old woman looked at them…and smiled.
“Have I not taught you about love?” she said.
“How to open up your hearts?”
“How to find beauty all around you…how friendship is an art.”
“Have I not taught you acceptance and compassion.” she continued.
“How to open up your minds?”
“Have I not taught you peace and happiness begin with being kind?”
“If you have lived these teachings,” she smiled,
“then you need learn nothing more…for you will be prepared
when death comes knocking at your door.”
“If you’ve have lived your life with love as your guide…”
“If you’ve shown everyone you cared…”
“You might not be ready when death calls…but you will definitely be prepared.”
“If you are the kindest person you can be,” she said,
“you are prepared for death.”
Then she smiled her last smile as she took her final breath.
They thought she hand’t prepared them for death…
hadn’t prepared them for their final climb….
until they realized in teaching them how to live
she was preparing them all this time.
Untitled
What is a road
I mean a road
It's a path
Depending on the direction
It gives you protection
In a world that is no longer safe
So again I ask you can you face
This world
This world what is this world
It's become so violent
Voices have been silenced
To an unsilent world
We fear growing up
Because the world is a twirl
What is a choice
I mean a choice
Its what you choose
Be prepared in life sometimes We win
Sometimes we lose
What is a vision
I mean a clear vision
It helps you make the best decisions
What's the word
I mean the word
The word that breaks down the alphabet
The letters
Put them back together
To make it make sense
What is the outcome
The outcome
Of an income ??
That will one day reach the sun
Or the moon
Is it too late or too soon?
Weight have you carried the weight
On your shoulders
And the weight had been lifted
And you've been gifted with a gift
A talent
You've been given the challenge
To conquer this place
And obstacles you can face
Let me tell you about my heavenly father
I am his daughter
And he loves me
Let me tell you about a love
Real love from above
Who accepts my flaws and all
Who cares
When I feel careless
To spare when I felt spareless
Who wants to see me win and succeed
Just a spiritual war
He's guided me thus far
Let me tell you the feeling
The feeling
Of Peace beyond your understanding
Among the land of the living
We need to keep on giving
And give with a heart
And start
A brand new start
He is your starter
When you are feeling dead
He is your charger
And your jump
He helps you get over the hump
Let me tell you about a prayer
A prayer
Just know you can always call on the lord and he will always be there !!!
Written by Concetta Hardnett
03/04/2023
Life is a a journey, a gift, a blessing,
Most of our childhood and youth are memories of joys and
pleasures accentuated with moments of sadness.
Ultimately greyness sets in,
Inescapable death approaches as an unwelcome guest,
Are we prepared for the eventuality,
Or we are in denial till the end.
When Death tiptoes in in a shroud of darkness,
We are unaware of.
To leave the abode, the sanctuary we have lived for years,
Surrounded by valleys, and rivers, mountains and streams,
Towering trees, vermilion sky, emerald ocean.
Daily life meandering like a murmuring river to
Reach the sea, meditations and dreams lulled by
chimes from shrines, melody of cooing birds,
waves lapping incessantly on shores…
All and everything!
At the end of our path,
We consider and evaluate lendings and borrowings,
Each and every persona we had met in our journey
Left indelible marks on the experiences we had,
They have enriched our lives in countless ways of love, compassion
And understanding.
Repaying those debts? Can anyone?
With gratitude, forgiveness, and grace
Being thankful acknowledging all with an obliged heart -
Thanking for the fresh air we breathe,
Thanking for the clean water we drink,
Thanking for the food which gets cultivated by unknown farmers.
For the kindness, affection, love bestowed unconditionally,
descending noiselessly like chartreuse fountains,
Above all thanking for who we are, how we lived our life,
What we have brought to our fellow human beings.
The cycle is complete
By living a bountiful but humble life.