Long Resting Poems
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Leaves of my soul
flutter in the fall,
lay offering, but
detached in time
absolute as another
breathtaking vision,
assaults my senses
to thieve breath
The offering Plate of life
Is passed at the end,
now naked I confess
I am bankrupt of hope
The shade of tomorrow
Fades into the distance,
mercy holds empty hands
Bereft of miracles, sigh
forever in awe of compassion
it touches ever more gently,
capturing a piece of beauty
for the heart of my mind
Becoming a galaxy
birthing four stars,
a miniscule speck
now stains forever
four lights flicker
to Guide me home
Stroking away pain
I finally steal resolve
A marathon of hurricanes
cross my peripheral,
and are driven into infinity
they will clear the way
Hope once again
Trickles into veins
broken but always
waiting to recondition
all that I am
is all that I can be
resting with infinity
under the southern stars
Peace holds my prayers
and redemption, waits
Cherries in a Box
Cherries in a box
Foxes hot to trot
The angels fall from the mystic clouds
Onto the roman ruins on mountaintops
Lions Roar
Violins weep musical rain drop tears
Eaten is the soul of man
As the ancient crowds jump and cheer
Ero arrests the reporters of his sins
Palaces and waltzes saturated in gin
As the devil creeps up behind the gate
His destiny to change the human conditions fate
The skies are dark
Chocolate from the child’s sweat
Cherries all lined up in a box
Ah but will it be us humans next
Olive branches hiding lustful deceit
The groves of the masses become deplete
Never resting, never complete
Cherries sour, sold as sweet
A strange blue rose - alone
midst an array of clustered flowers -
a few of them her friends -
the shy violets, lovely white lilies, and bold marigolds.
In the gracious garden spot the traveler singled her out -
his gaze resting admiringly upon her.
Each day as he passed that spot,
she was the one he sought. . .
And day by day the traveler came around,
speaking through the fence softly in sweet sounds
that wafted her way with the wind.
Persistent wasp, in guise of a honeybee,
he tried so hard to wear that flower down. . .
till unexpectedly, he strode right through the gate,
and blissfully ignorant of a rose's care,
plucked her up, swept her high up into the air,
and uprooted that blue rose from her safe soil.
But he did not a gardener make.
Knowing nothing of roses,
he knew very little of any flower he pursued.
Moreover, one mere blue rose cannot long compete
with the other bright fanciful flowers
which, along that traveler's path, he was sure to meet.
Those soft whispered words
that caressed her blossomed cheek
soon ceased.
And the water to her soul (if a rose has a soul,
he did not care to know), stopped its flow.
Scars he left -
new thorns on her stem that grew outward
from his cruel cut,
but she'd go on. . . .
Long time replanted now in solid refuge ground,
the strange blue rose
has gained self-understanding,
that one thing for himself (she imagines)
which the traveler she so briefly knew
has never found.
Line of inquiry:
“joy, empathy, compassion
on an upward arc
an effervescence eternal
causes bliss ignition to start” Unseeking Seeker
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Purity is dissolution complete
subsequent to passing every octave
spirit within spirit resting blissed sweet
peaceable compassion but concoctive
Through life's craving roses or fearful thorns
empathy, forgiveness remain a must
to tread challenging course blithe or forlorn
fortitude points luminary bow just
Above us arc stretches calling our name
irrepressibly chaste serene its zest
sorrows, anxiety, goals mere mind games
transcendent patient is Beloved’s nest
Reverent spirit willing with reason
travels curve in own orchestral season ~
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5th Placement : Premier Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
May ‘26
“Like the river that mingles with the sea, we move quietly towards the ultimate source when our restless journey comes to a halt to commence a new life of peace and ease” ~ By Poet
With a mighty roar
and blasting winds,
the rains ravaged the earth
in feverish frenzy
gushing forth in torrents.
Soaked to bones
the trees stood trembling.
The rain water
began flowing in clear streams.
It flowed down,
mingling with the river.
The river carried it
with a lilting lullaby.
holding the rain water in her bosom.
Winding down through
valleys all along,
the river mingled with the ocean
waiting with open arms.
No need to roam again
as its journey is over
and it has finally found its home!
Isn’t our life like a river?
Through struggles and sorrows,
we rush alone, restless
looking for a resting place
until we mingle and merge with our source
never lost, but swimming into new life
as the night mingles with the day!
Shall I allow villainous viral bars to cage my soul?
"No!" I fervently reply. "Escape shall be my goal.
A prisoner for safety's sake, I may physically be,
but my soul is not held captive. It remains free."
My voice shall not be hushed, refusing to be silent.
It speaks of hope in a year that's been too violent.
When in need of soothing, my soul sings sad refrains,
comforting psalms in undertones to ease its pains.
If my soul had wings, t'would soar to a mountain crest
then return to its resting place, deep inside my breast,
softly it shall whisper sanguine words I long to hear,
that echo throughout my heart, diffusing all my fear.
Near the end of this stressful year of twenty, twenty,
I give thanks for being well and blessed with plenty.
For no family or friends have I grieved in death's toll.
Darkness does not loom within the niches of my soul.
Ocean waves softly crashing under the moonlight
Spoken whispers as we walk hand in hand along the shore
Motion of the waves crashing is hypnotic and refreshing
Emotion expressed by your gestures leave me wanting more
Lips kissing, teasing me with your intoxicating woodsy scent
Clips of passion playing in my mind, trying to stay in control
Fingertips touching, exploring wanting to caress even more
Trips alone with you again, make me happy, warm my soul
Enjoying euphoria, resting my head on your chest, relaxing
Toying with having to leave soon and ending our romantic night
Annoying having to rush back home and still keep us a secret
Avoiding consequences of our forbidden love, it feels so right
Now we are so good together after all the tumultuous years
How we ended up together again is a nice surprise to us both
Vow to commit to each other and not let others meddle again
Allow us soon to be exposed when we announce our marriage oath
1/14/2020
Contest: Writing Prompt - Let's Write a Lento
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Flower of desert
resplendent at dawn
withered at sunset
firework splendor
brightening heart
few instants
vanishing
like dew drops
are possessions
rags shed
at the gate
only covering
love hope and faith.
love being the greatest
mirroring a child's heart
carefree, adventuresome
full of fun and laughter
a jump
into arms of waiting parent
trusting is being loved
and happy to love back
but parents
in whose arms do they jump
trusting will be provided
with festive bread and wine?
Parent of all parents
to Whom belongs the past
in whose hands
the future rests
known to give the best
for happiness and health
seeds to plant and harvest
life to life restart
body of beauty and strength
to follow His sweet commands
with Sundays resting stops
to pray and reflect
on how one missed a sign
and switch on reverse
to get back on path
and reach the finish line
Paradise of playful
joyful rest
and who in truth can doubt
looking at the Crucified
His eternal love for us
His children for whom He died?
A Brian Strand Premier Contest No 1198
What if the journey ends before it’s over
a lessening of purpose with each stride
slowing as the burdens slowly shift
fading in the distance growing close.
When will the trails no longer beckon
soft dusty boots remain beside the door
old hats hang limply in the shadows
inertly beckoning an old man’s gait.
What is the treason of this aging
this slow erosion of a once proud state
perhaps it bids me slowly to acceptance
that every season has its resting place.
Wisdom, you have been a long sought quarry,
a slippery elm impossible to climb
as if the troubled trails that I have traveled
were more about your quest than mine.
Come, rest with me upon a fleeting moment
tell me of your journey’s lessons taught
and I will in comparison inform you
of what I think life is, and what it’s not.
John G. Lawless
©1/27/2022
only in the wind
am i on the mend
the quiet consumes me with warmth
betterment comfortingly and gently swarms me
listening to the river flow
relaxing my mind to the sound of the wonderful fountains
thinking of old times with a tall glass of icy lemonade
the robin, the cardinals, and the blue jays express their unified joy
only in the wind
am i on the mend
the quiet consumes me with warmth
wellness comfortingly and gently rewards me
watching the calm sun softly illuminate the not resting water
easing my mind to the late roger whitaker's 'the last farewell'
at the same time i am singing 'everything is beautiful' by ray stevens
God is In Full Effect Mode today,
and as a direct result i Rejoice and Give Thanks and Praise