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EX
CLAIM unfulfilled ?
Just EXCLAIM !
PLAIN actions
turning tough ?
Try to EXPLAIN.
HUSBAND divorced
turned lover,
being EX HUSBAND.
TENSION for leave sanction
got solved
getting EXTENSION.
AMPLE questions
to be answered
putting EXAMPLE.
ACT on right track
proceeding EXACT.
CITE an example
to EXCITE.
IT has entered but
to leave through EXIT.
03/28/23
O to bathe in some clear, crystal water
That would wash me as white as the snow!
Every blemish, disease, and disorder,
In its pureness would all have to go.
I would learn to relax in its stillness;
To its movements I'd learn to give in.
In its flow would be perfect contentment,
Far removed from commotion and din.
I would dive in its depths without danger,
I would sink in all safety below,
Then I'd rise to the surface rejoicing,
Such a freedom from fear I would know.
I would lie in that clear, crystal water,
Let its peace my anxieties still.
What a sweetness of life and of beauty,
If at last I'd abandon self-will.
Is there yet such a life-giving water?
Such an ocean or river for me?
Such a stream, or a lake, or a fountain,
That's sufficient my soul to set free?
Oh, I'd plunge in such water,
I'd race to its shore,
I'd wash in its waves
Till my sins were no more!
I'd leap in its billows,
I'd swim in its swell,
My fears in its flood
Would so sweetly dispel!
Is there yet such a river?
Is there yet such a sea?
Is there yet such a life-giving water
For me?
“He showed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding from the throne of God and of the Lamb.” Revelation 22:1 NKJV
Many eons passed on Earth, who only saw your face
Untouched your virgin body, floating there in space
Waxing, waning, gibbous, crescent, quarter, full and new
Selene the Greeks would call you; Diana, Caesar knew
Who would brave the ether, who would cross the void
To agitate the tranquil sea you had so long enjoyed
To softly kiss your ravaged face and return to tell the tale
Of Luna's hidden secrets beneath her powdered veil?
Three heroes took the final quest aboard their fiery steed
In Apollo's silver chariot proceeding with godspeed
Three days and nights they voyaged to their opalescent goal
On Earth they watched and worried in the halls of ground control
One held the craft outside the reach of Luna's jealous grip
While Eagle's talons cradled two who risked the final trip
They timidly approached her through the shadowy abyss
Luna waited patiently and received the Eagle's kiss
Nations watched and cheered on Terra's distant shore
As one man finally took a step no one ever took before
In our hearts and in our minds his words will be enshrined
"That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind."
Like ‘Nevermore’ sketched into water by Salvador Dali
Quickly running a message up a high mast in Mali
Or Michaelangelo his genius wild, cutting a lady less forlorn
With a savior already finished with work and free from scorn
Oddyseus’ raft might have hurried home
Had it not been for the Sirens’ mercurial foam
Everyman distracted, with each passing year
And epoch of pain pouring tear upon tear
Without discerning the rhyme or the reason
Or gaining knowable time season upon season
Always the lure of fruitless eternity insipid
The body and mind empty: blood, bone and lipid
When fools or king’s would rush in where others feared
Bombs fired all round and their people were seared
In jest, a plague of doubt, a feast for Decameron’s clowns
In love, the firing flesh of sin falling down
In war, the rage of the people aimed at shadows’ night
In peace, moments too few to count, the treasure slight
Wherefore the incessant loss and vainglory
From what source the endless folly
With each generation aimless proceeding
And substantial hope forever receding
How this vague sense of emptiness and sorrow
And no real horizon to fill one’s soul tomorrow
Each city above ground falling in on itself
A cascading destruction from the continental shelf [river]
All built upon empty dreams, from false stories past
Or emptied like a dream, when the brain wakes fast
Awake to the shuddering quake of earth below
Or perhaps Earth itself, blowing up in a glow
Just like Rome to fall away at the end of time
to pass the cup, to self-destruct on the vine
From Aeneas came the Trojan horde
Yet he ate his tables instead of fall on his sword
While some chanced Paris instead
Without casting runes or checking their head
To hence or from where it could not matter
On the fat of the lamb each gentile growing fatter
Over the centuries, the meaning of things or remorse
Grew dim and stolid, owning a garden or grooming a horse
With all of the sparkling treasure and treats so kind
None could fathom true nature’s curse, or pay it any mind
Cobwebs of thoughts dangle in forlorn corner
Spun by emotions that surrendered long ago
Still hanging out, anguished, in grip of throes
Engrossed in silence while gazing night skies
Admiring how they once painted astral designs
Brush stroking delight by sheer hint of eyes
Until the silken threads of lives ripped apart,
Each filament eagerly tearing webs of hearts.
Regrets of passion buzzed roiling wistful lives
When placid frontiers encountered stormy tides
Sailing smooth surfs that callously turned wild
On oceans unfamiliar to the benevolent minds
Beckoned by allure of prairies shamrock green
Thinking out there grew a garden of paradise~~
Abundance of blossoms their lives couldn’t have,
Squandering foolishly bond of love they had.
Yet, the darkened nights they traversed all alone
Heard repertoire of enchanting mirthful tone
Wooing love, having crossed thousands of miles,
Reminding them~ you don’t just abandon life,
Trilling tunes of affection in imploring oratory
Teaching humans secrets of romantic allegory
When the dawning on horizon gleams lapis lazuli
And a doting nightingale sings of dawn’s glory.
Promise of hopeful day glimmered their insights
Spurring their spirits to revisit places of delight,
Those they painted once by sheer hint of eyes,
Reassembling the filaments torn apart by time
Proceeding soon mindfully to rebuild their nest
Excited once again to hear chirps of hatchlings
When the dawning on horizon gleams lapis lazuli
And a doting nightingale sings of dawn’s glory.
June 7, 2021
Placed 1st: This or that, vol 3 poetry contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: A nightingale sings of dawn’s glory
Endless Tree
It seemed to be an oak with tan and dark bark
The climb aloft began by moonlight with certain ease
So many branches, almost like steps, falling in the dark
Footfalls from me to up above
A red round sun met up with me at day break
I refused to stop my journey skyward
For hours I ascended to the heavens
By daylight it was obvious to see, this was not an oak
Soft leather boots pulled me up and through
Thick leaves and appendages like arms, bending at the end
Held on to me as I held on to them
And we became each other’s friend
Perhaps half way up by now, I guessed
I had to rest as legs and strength gave out
No doubt the tree might feel the same
If only it knew how
It grew in front of me as I looked down
Bad weather changes came
After three days climbing upon more climbing
Foreign tree, rooted in the ground, elevated by wind and rain
I continued skyward having nothing better to do
About a half mile further up and on
I perceived a protrusion or perhaps a hole
A lack of sleep had drained me to the core
I took my time and it took me but slower
Beef jerky and a flask of juice were all I had
My soul was also nourished in the loft
As green yellow birds built their homes
Insects ran about up there waiting to be eaten
And the wholeness of the tree kept company
Kept us all alert up there
No doubt by now, the tree was in its element
I finally made my way to the giant hole or room
Looking above, the timber went on for miles in the sky
The tree had held a reservation for me to sleep
So I did as it requested as its guest
Crawled right in and settled down
To take a little slumber in the lumber
Before proceeding
There is no need to mourn, for he will go
to where no thunder quakes, no harsh winds blow.
He's going to the light where he will find
the ones who wait, the ones who are enshrined
within his heart, his kin of long ago.
He leaves this earth and leaves the life he chose,
proceeding to that tender light that glows
in front of him, no more to be confined!
There is no need to mourn.
A kind and friendly man, he had no foe
but one, the fiend that comes one day to show
itself, then slowly ravages the mind.
But grace has come and though we're left behind,
it’s to his sweet revival he will go. . .
There is no need to mourn.
The twins woke up as usual again
Waiting outside in the glowing sun
For the train to come at 8:00 am
It arrives by 8:10 every day precisely
One boy blond, one girl blonde, age 5 shimmering
Powder blue eyes with long smiles begin
With matching curly hair bending
Displaying a bag of marbles ready to toss
They positioned themselves fashionably
Between two railroad tracks on solid trestle beams
Rolling away the day to play after morning prayers
The children were astounded at the sounds approaching
A speeding train from the north roared down
Another locomotive from the south readied for a head to head
Somehow they ended up on the same doomed track
These things happen
Just before the collision occurred
By the way, both were going 90 miles per hour
People yelled out
Avert your eyes at the appropriate time kiddies
This is not going to be pretty
Adults only are permitted
8:10 am had come and gone
We all knew something was wrong
*Authors Warning: Mature and Adult content. Children under the age of 95 should be accompanied by an adult or at least by someone who can read before proceeding.
inexplicable to me why your being:
beguiles, fascinates, intrigues, lures,
orchestrates, radiates tantalizes this
CVS patron, who dares himself to
let spill forth (like sought after shim
mer ing liquid (perhaps the elixir for
eternal life), aware that thee might
partake draughts from this supposed
glowing, mirroring, pulsating, exqui
site lee teasing unquestionably an at
traction, and tis on account of such
captivating, fascinating, mesmerizing,
youthfulness finds myself helplessly
drawn to thee, who asks for nothing
asper his attempt to codify, glorify,
lustily communicate this intoxicating
kickstarting, manifesting, organizing
cascade of appeal, ye most likely did
not necessarily intend directed at this
regular run of the mill bipedal primate
who knew not himself the inexplicable
stupendous effect, and if nothing else
feels compelled, goaded, linkedin with
your self, which could be sustained at
the platonic level, or which appeal to
a nymph like spirit could perchance
evolve into a dynamic, kinetic, titanic
(maiden in america) gluten and msg free
(oh...of course NONGMO) friendship
proceeding in one direction with no par-
tickle har rush, but allow, enable, and
promote a sustained endeavor imp poe
zing no uncomfortable urgency. even
procuring a sweet hello or adieu on each
occasion that finds my stock of pharma
sue tickle medications in need of ma
mad dog ripple ace ment. aye could
(if thee would permit meet for lunch
(on premise and promiss not to steel
a kiss), boot rather to exalt in an unde
finable blinding aura, charisma, karma
inducing this con tempullet heave, intro
spective, quiet natured house broken,
dog gone, muttering smartpet avoiding
(without waste ting) your precious energy,
nor diverts and value able sands of time...
matthew scott harris sets pro active non
threatening overture as his exposure
therapy (cuz he latched onto risk
averse) be have your decades in
the past that still “smart” his psyche,
thus no intent to cause aversion, ire,
uneasiness nor rile explains this
unexpected hoop fully pleasant
surprise communique.
VESSEL SAILING
Vessel sailing in Full Moon night.
Turbulent sea waves violent
thrashing on ship-wall left and right.
Sky and Full Moon watching silent.
Chaotic waves to swell, to roar.
Vessel sailing in Full Moon night.
Aqua breaker in galore.
any time time disaster or plight.
Pieces of white cloud looking bright
Moon beam flashing on firmament
Vessel sailing in Full Moon night,
proceeding dauntless adamant.
Varied hues on sky cobalt blue
with luminosity to fight.
Dream of sea voyage coming true.
Vessel sailing in Full Moon night.
02/04/20