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The quiet between us settles into light,
a hush that weighs more than any word ever spoken
Your breath leans closer as if to speak my name.
Yet nothing breaks the air, no sound is heard.
A shaking pause:
time loosens its embrace,
the fading light leans in,
holding our hearts in place,
I feel a promise hover on my lips,
a secret tide that sways then slowly slips.
No language superior to this quiet vow,
no music sweeter than the moment now.
The silence bends then deepens into bliss.
The world reawakened within one tender kiss.
And in that silence even stars confess
love grows deepest, when it speaks no excess
New beginning
Lights in the dead of the night sky;
The music plays waking the neighbourhood.
Electronic radio-waves leave no place to hide;
Wipe away the sleep from your eyes for good.
The noise is inside you now and forever;
Words of poetry dig deep into your soul.
You take apart their voice in any weather
And you are found wherever you may go.
The hands that feeds reaches into your head,
Leaving you without will; enslaved by a song.
You have become the beautiful word, never will you forget,
Or forgive them for not arriving sooner. It has been too long.
Until now the sound had always been missing,
You were longing to hear the heart beat inside your chest.
Reawakened by love like you had never been listening;
They spoke to you like no other has ever said.
All the ends are now attached;
All the pieces fit at last.
All the words have been connected together;
Lyricists open up your head, releasing you forever.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Padraig's Fire
Hurry!
Hurry through the night
With windstorms
Breathing at your back
Before the shadows know
You pass their doors -
Their darkened, dusty, empty hearths -
Before the dawn ascends -
Before the pipes awaken;
Carry close
Precious flint and tinder
Next to the wildly beating
Warmth -
Beneath your flowing cape.
Hurry!
Hurry down the rolling path,
Rising up to meet your feet,
Sweetly caressing your rushing steps,
Passing sentinels
Of ancient oaks,
Graveyards
Where primeval elms once stood,
That guard a narrow door
Of the river Boyne
Watching over Tara's keep
In a valley of wild rushing eddies
Shedding superstitions
Restraining deep planted longings.
Hurry!
No faire voices invitation;
Only life, held out in promises,
Beckons pilgrims here -
Pass through the numbing chill
Going down to rise up
Past myths
Into inviting aires and covenants;
Pass through the chill of seperation;
Pass through the swirling current
Gripping to release sandaled feet;
Hold high the flint and tinder
Then rest within the hollows of a hand
In quiet glens of grace.
Listen!
Listen for the kerry drums
Pounding welcome in swirling reels -
Ancient dances -
Reawakened from Adam's time
Released from sleep to circle round and round
While sparks from glowing tinder,
Brought to life from sharpened flint,
Battle winds of haunted years
That lived in isolation
Pulling up from fiery spindles flaming whorls -
New and paschal fire returning;
Circles meeting circles thunder
In death's shattering death.
Listen!
Listen as the moan of banshees
Banishes forever winter's touch
To see the sleeping hills
Shake off an exiled life
And hear the harps - uilleann pipes,
Newborn visions
Watch the wind dance of the kells begin
With towering fireworks
Shooting up from the valley floor
In rhythm to the bohdran and the tiompan
To seek completeness
In the hotly glow of dawning -
Vernal offerings in emerald fire.
Arise!
Arise to cradle emerald fire
Dreaming ever softly
In fields of clover
And timeworn stones,
Witnesses
To the arrival of winnowing flames
When centuries embraced
Again
Until the days remembering
Final meals and crosses - a waiting tomb -
Blesses once again
The quest of hard flint and soft tender
Before a cross - life within a circle.
Our family came together again yesterday, (which is the reason for this poem)
and, as is our tradition, we took a family portrait before everyone headed home.
Why do we take so many family portraits….it’s quite simple to explain…
because no matter how many family portraits we take…no two portraits are the same.
Every time our family walks out and then back in through our front door
we’ve all changed a little bit…from the portrait we took before.
Sometimes those changes are obvious…the photo captures a singular time and space
new clothes, new glasses, new hairstyles…is that another wrinkle on my face?
Often, however, the changes are more subtle and only our heart is reawakened…
to the metamorphosis each family member has experienced
since the last portrait was taken.
Which is why I pause as I look at each new family portrait…pausing is a must…
It gives my eyes a chance to see the smiles…the changes…
and my heart time to adjust.
I imagine the reason we take so many family portraits
so many times throughout the year
is to remind everyone that whatever changes we go through…
your family’s still here.
Which is why when our family comes together…
even for a little while….
there will be a moment…
sometime in the evening….
when they’ll be asked to SMILE!
in the corner
of a blanched bungalow
sits a self-portrait:
loose bantu knots
the color of volcanic ash
her living nightmare
it was so much-
stampeding rain
wild winds
the icon of tropical thunder
with summer lightning
but the spite of ash
threatened the fete
smashed the sun
morning had broken
an island smeared
like God had face-palmed us
judgment for another place
another people
resting on your gables
the deadweight of ash
crashing queenie's
garden party
The Lord is come.
handling her Scriptures
squeezing the Holy Spirit
out of print
was she wholly confessed,
to be due robes of white
satin?
the sun reawakened,
ash washed away, passes
through her window
where she sits
cornered
I know him is my next-door neighbor, a popular loner.
I know him, he is a starseed reawakened from another world, Earthly language is to insufficient to explain the world he comes from.
I know him is a conduit between divine realms and the Earth, and he can transport between galaxies via meditation.
I know him. He lives between two worlds, the invisible and the visible, and always searching for home.
His soul carries him through space, time, and Stargates is here with us, but is there with others too.
His of other dimensions is here to help heal the planet and guide humanity .
He has zero to one or two friends as he is not part of the soul group (family) is only here to help.
He is extremely intelligent and, to the less evolved, seems as wacky to the normal, less evolved human.
He once told me he didn't like to be here. He doesn't like other humans that are less evolved, and he just wants to get out.
I know him. To him, materialistic wealth is only for kids. There is no self pride in wealth, he once told me.
His multidimensional thoughts make him see how all moments in time are happening now. Some people see him unearthly, too mysterious to comprehend.
He once told me he longs to be home. To him, Earth is a very low-vibrational planet, full of war, pollution, diseases, and corruption.
I know him. He is the Starseed.
By Chanda Katonga.
I know him is my next-door neighbor, a popular loner.
I know him, he is a starseed reawakened from another world, Earthly language is to insufficient to explain the world he comes from.
I know him is a conduit between divine realms and the Earth, and he can transport between galaxies via meditation.
I know him. He lives between two worlds, the invisible and the visible, and always searching for home.
His soul carries him through space, time, and Stargates is here with us, but is there with others too.
His of other dimensions is here to help heal the planet and guide humanity .
He has zero to one or two friends as he is not part of the soul group (family) is only here to help.
He is extremely intelligent and, to the less evolved, seems as wacky to the normal, less evolved human.
He once told me he didn't like to be here. He doesn't like other humans that are less evolved, and he just wants to get out.
I know him. To him, materialistic wealth is only for kids. There is no self pride in wealth, he once told me.
His multidimensional thoughts make him see how all moments in time are happening now. Some people see him unearthly, too mysterious to comprehend.
He once told me he longs to be home. To him, Earth is a very low-vibrational planet, full of war, pollution, diseases, and corruption.
I know him. He is the Starseed.
By Chanda Katonga.
I know him is my next-door neighbor, a popular loner.
I know him, he is a starseed reawakened from another world, Earthly language is to insufficient to explain the world he comes from.
I know him is a conduit between divine realms and the Earth, and he can transport between galaxies via meditation.
I know him. He lives between two worlds, the invisible and the visible, and always searching for home.
His soul carries him through space, time, and Stargates is here with us, but is there with others too.
His of other dimensions is here to help heal the planet and guide humanity .
He has zero to one or two friends as he is not part of the soul group (family) is only here to help.
He is extremely intelligent and, to the less evolved, seems as wacky to the normal, less evolved human.
He once told me he didn't like to be here. He doesn't like other humans that are less evolved, and he just wants to get out.
I know him. To him, materialistic wealth is only for kids. There is no self pride in wealth, he once told me.
His multidimensional thoughts make him see how all moments in time are happening now. Some people see him unearthly, too mysterious to comprehend.
He once told me he longs to be home. To him, Earth is a very low-vibrational planet, full of war, pollution, diseases, and corruption.
I know him. He is the Starseed.
By Chanda Katonga.
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Relativism is the new absolutism, and CONDEMNATION of evils is being Forsaken. We are losing REVERENCE for God, and our sacred story must be Reawakened. I fear a generation enameled with a PREDILECTION bent on Entitlements. We are ENCOMPASSED with Entertainment and social media Engagements. We are too lost in a secular Wilderness to be concerned with UNEARTHTLINESS. Though curable, APATHY* is one disease that is far-reaching and Sleepy-eyed. CONSTERNATION causes acquiescence, but 'the few' will turn the Tide.
10292018PoSoupContest, 7 Lines, 7 Words: Rhyme, Lu Loo;
*Lamentation 1:12
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Dim light
sun rays reflecting
through the window glass
casting shadowy images dancing along the walls,
early morning residue of the night
where hopes and dreams survive
immovable from mind and heart
eluding the memories of the soul;
kindred spirits reawakened
cluttering up the memory
held snug, safe within each memento
those I gave you, the ones you gave to me;
angels chanting
of Christmases, birthdays out of time
cascading flowers fallen petals, dried
pressed within a card, a book, a bible;
secured in this sanctuary
of silenced hymns and unanswered prayers
grateful for what was, what is
between two friends, companions, lovers in the night;
Extrapolate what you may imagine
conjure up
your pseudo images
to all that was and could have been,
here
kept safe, protected,
sheltered forever
in the memory room.