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I feel my thinning purpose slipping fast~
a fragile spool with only scraps to give.
Each sheet you take recalls the recent past
when I was whole, and certain I could live.
Now every tug reveals how close I am
to joining hollow rings upon the floor;
I cling to what remains, a quiet jam
between becoming less… and being no more.
The spindle hums, indifferent to my state;
the cabinet waits, aloof in its supply.
I balance on the edge of near-not-fate
and ask what worth persists when comforts die.
If meaning blooms in moments nearly gone,
then I, half-spent, still matter as I wane.
It is said that the world is quite strong.
When we both agreed, we were wrong.
But systemic risk leads to a spare call.
And it makes life hazy, as we shall.
When weak surfeit fulfills incisive inquiry,
the diction is made utterly dull and wiry.
Implied options for a farewell gathering
The effect is similar to lathering.
A dreadful jester with mixed craziness.
When guilt clouds your eyesight, haziness
A genuine illusion and a shaky submission
You are vigilant in the face of recognition
Lacking a faithful foe as a recent symbol,
To a mindset that is wrong at its core.
For the moral majority, act proudly humble,
to develop skills in each particular sector.
While skilled amateurs and realistic untaught,
assist fetch harmony to the dissonance.
This reliable test incites calm unthought.
That is aimed straight at the outer imminence.
It requires steadfast cynicism and rustic grace,
so as to withstand this negative preening.
And sway away from school without a trace,
to allow the word "normal" a fresh meaning.
Written: September 29, 2022
Meant For Livin
Tribute to the most beautiful sister, mother, and friend
Denise
RIP
Like a bright and shining star
you loved the life that you were given.
Because you knew with love so true
that life was meant for livin.
Blessing every life you touched
so little would you lack.
It seemed to be at least to me
the whole world loved you back.
Through the storms in life you faced
you danced out in the rain.
You moved on, for now you're gone
and yet you still remain.
In the hearts of those you love.
The children you gave birth.
Through your friends and family
still you walk this earth.
Changed forever, blessed be
enlightened by your smile.
Still we know you had to go,
for angels stay for just awhile.
Reunited far above
with those that left before you.
Standing still we always will,
left behind those that adore you.
Learning lessons that you taught
loving life that we were given.
Because we knew your love so true
and life is meant for livin.
Edwin C Hofert
I am sorry for my recent absence from poetry soup. You are all always on my thoughts and in my heart. It would seem that I have been getting hammered lately by the passing of several friends and most recently my sister Denise. You have helped me through so much. I simply didn't feel that I could put this on you.
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This is an alternative many players will eventually chose.
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The worst is brought out in people who lose their money.
Problems will be created and not solved. It won’t be funny.
Living within this one body
is a person able to speak
but also one who is not
stammering making one so weak
Many a disability is plain to see
but this one is not so clear
be silent and nobody notices
thinking you're able not a tear
There within emotions tangled
but later an other person's there
one looking confident and cool
other battling to remain it's not fair
People so unfriendly to one of you
the other one they think you're top
not able to be completely one
one's caged within the other not
But remember think of others
indeed worse off than you
unable maybe to walk see or talk at all
at least your one half is able to do
Stammering is a monster
disabling you from within
but fighting back you are able
as divine strength helps you win
AUTHOR NOTES:
Having had a stammer all my life of 60 years but in recent years have came to
realise there's two persons in this body, one who stammers and the other who
speaks normal , at least some of the time so this poem is written from my
perspective of being two persons living within the one body, one disabled the
other able.
I await,
sweet soul sister
'pon summer's day in a sunny city in America
native-born is she, sweet sister of mine
soulful big eyes so kind
an angelic face and cheeks of fuchsia
Rose the name should’ve given
turn red when we played chase
laughing aloud as we ran about our place, our home
radiance she owned, a climbing hybrid
innocence and a joyful smile
she was a stunning flower, unassuming
blooming in all her glory
the beautiful child that I once knew
this I kept inside all the while
to some who grow up in a hurry
a life took that turn tout de suite
free-spirit metamorphosing
when the thorns grew prickly, protecting itself
the crimson rose if plucked shall bleed
on a journey cataclysmic, tabula rasa
a seed, ill-natured unforeseen
nature vs nurture which one should I believe?
chilling vibrations keep on and on, running down my spine
I try forgetting you, as I pray for a way
your unholy decline became the wind of change
whilst an open path gifted unexpectedly
we spoke of the recent death of our father
as we caught up, an abrupt feeling left me
deflecting my life; a total mockery
transcending joy and pain
time heals they say that grief will lessen
It’s such a shame I’ve chosen to hold aloof
yet time won’t let me rest
although my heart bellows it’s best
my strength for this bereavement
diminishing, what’s left of you a catacomb,
a shrine buried in my subconscious
I try to put at ease these cries for help
or are the cries Jesus telling me
there is no real solution
you are one of a kind, an exception
you must want Jesus too
until then, with open arms
I will always be here for you
may you be safe, free from harm
remember me, sweet soul sister of mine
STAND WITH A FACE OF HUMILITY
Thou curse a great angel to fall
from the heavens of glory and power,
though let man build towers for himself alone
letting him gaze on earth down.
Daggers are unknown but
they are directed to oneself
piercing six-inches deep in the heart
though made unreachacble stars of ruthless dreams,
there bete noire, implacable enemies abounds ,
occurring impossibilities cause bitter torments
art a fortress a defense for nothing, nothing?!
A sneering wall for a human being
the lowly thou had trodden down
callused feet has stepped upon.
The anon ignorant void of wisdom infuse a poison
drops dripping from temptuous cup
of sweet assurance, of self-ambition and arrogance.
A pedestal thou arts amidst life's superficial ways
a courage to lift up a haughty face
the narrow rocky roads thou dwell is full of blooms
but will the ends refrain from drowning doom?
Poor man thou hast enslaved
in thy ruthless breaking embrace
secured within thoughts of highness
knowing not where he will stay.
Above, may he think and look unto the ground,
a place of fifth to step upon
for alas he has partaken from thy cup,
so now he's done.
Thou made a distance so near
yet to very far, unreachable.
A human never a god
harsh and vicious
are the gigantic trials knocking him down
Imposing.Intimidating.Haunting. Freezing
but must they be?
Must they be or should he rather
open his eyes and flee
to the flying flicks of times?
Crepuscular are the cascading days
but always they pass epiphanies.
A heart of stone melts but
from it births the human heart
who is able to choose paths which lead them
to face the world not with pride
but with humility...
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Sponsor Name: Broken Wings
Contest Name: Any poem trashed in a recent contest
~~6th Place~~
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
12:38 pm. August 01, 2015
A world gone mad
where up is down
and logic flees
A child discerns
but not the fool
enchanted by
his party’s stripe
The lady, blind
a thumb weighs heavy
on her scales
High, hubris reigns
over the now
unable to recall
the recent past
or to consider the effects
it sets in motion
for the day
that comes
To rage
to rail against
these circumstances
out of reach
out of control
enjoins one to
this company of fools
Retreat
into the solitude and peace
that is the quiet life
cut off from all the noise
For He who sits on high
derisive, laughs with scorn
at those who would be king
In recent days felt God leading me
considering trials that come across my path
for here James encourages count this joy
no matter your struggles enjoy your joyful bath
God pushes to believe in real faith
so your testing will produce firmness
showing God you're the real mould
living in His light being rid of darkness
The Lord Jesus has a purpose in mind
to do real work within our soul
shaping His godliness into the heart
this being the Lord's ultimate goal
This firmness needs to be given full effect
so show one self-approved unto God
being more like Jesus every day
His hand raised so to be given the nod
So this lesson on my faith tested
to trust my Lord to get me in shape
in His providence using every little thing
so I can from sin make my escape
(Testing of Your Faith
"Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.")
James 1: 2-4 (ESV)
No rhyme or reason, this prolific verse
Comes flooding forth, least none can be explained
By blows to head, nor tumor sprouted, worse,
No courses in linguistics entertained.
Commencing with a rather simple dare
To cut the snark, to soften it with rhyme,
Yet in the midst, longing discovered there,
With lilting phrase, to scale the sweet sublime.
The recent shift in target audience,
to Bible tales for precious progeny,
Left higher forms arrested in suspense,
And made it crystal clear for eyes to see;
Though unbeknownst, forsythian sprang the muse,
Of late, I fear I channel Doctor Seuss.
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I think this was one of my first, back in '15 or so... At this point, I have no idea where 'forsythian' comes from, other than it is a prolific, flowering plant possessed of the proper number of syllables, lol.