Long Reveres Poems
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I held my arms out to her.
Waiting for her to hug me.
I miss you today. I whisper.
Such a moment of jubilee.
I fair need to be on the charm of my dove.
She's in my heart forever.
who can spy Springs flow pure love
She felt the warmth stream over.
The water flows by the scent of my flowers.
How the body flows under jovial heaven?
She reveres the shadow cower.
And carries a little of the old leaven.
The window blasts the spring breeze.
The Parrot soaks my glass of bliss.
The sip of divine grace appeases.
She is upbeat to know my kiss.
I did not realize the beginning.
But agreed the plan was shrewd.
In the end, I ran out of paper, querying.
That’s a sound chain of deeds.
I have no place in any scenario.
Why should we live in vain?
Who is impressed that the big profit is our embryo?
Who persuaded them that you're trusty, not a strain.
Who claims women’s vision there's no delight in labor.
This vicious principle was extended still further.
I feel that I can't swim; in the sea of flavor.
May the breeze prank with all the storms of fervor.
Soothe the lips of the roses.
Pacify the voice and bright guitar melodies
With the charm of nectar doses.
She said I was from winds, in the books of parodies.
Not the background bust, all lines of affection.
You crush me toward the edges of the stage.
I remain in the strides of attention.
I alter my words to see your sage.
The contrast between realizing how to play words
A dream weaved dramatic content for me.
You are a princess, in my words.
I cruise with your eyes; that’s the key.
You are my novice
You are my present and my past.
You lift my goodness.
My sonnet is your name hast.
Your energy will stay in my books.
No cease to worry yet.
Hide the blood shadows from your cheeks
The lines had a chance to thrust.
Do not be shy.
Do not be shy.
Fragments of voices
like phrases of song
are accepted inside
as not too horribly wrong.
But whole operas,
learned dissertations,
and uncertain scientific recreations
are not accepted outside
without establishment's substantial reservations.
Indigenous wisdom hears
and reveres interdependent wholeness
while modern patriarchal strength
is willing to sacrifice independent fragments
to preserve overpowering social lengths.
If space is heard
in wholeness
versus inter-connecting fragments,
How different is this totalitarian
transcendent view?
When universal time
expects unchanging chronic wholeness,
constipating stuckness,
rather than interdependent holistic fragments
co-acclimating of and for this WholeEarth.
Fragmented voices
swallow sounds of hopelessly isolated individuals
inside and outside
when not listened to
with totalitarian absence of reassurance,
lack of personal appreciation,
or denied basic healthy identity tolerance.
These sounds
and song fragments
universally disintegrate Now,
against Past,
and Future
dispassioned
cycles of colonizing
violent revolutions.
Voices for fundamentally supremacist religion,
like choices for national monoculturing "patriotism"
sound terrifying when Wholeness
becomes transcendent universal Patriarchy,
kleptocratic,
rather than internally uniting Matriarchy,
messianic.
Voices sung in dissonance-stretching harmonies
[of oxymorons,
re-creative tensions,
dichotomies
anatomies
between competitive left minds, theoretical,
and cooperative right bodies, experiential,]
listen, instead,
for interdependent global Wholeness
co-arising universally personal multicultural fragments
of empowering integrity,
political symphony,
economic synergy,
artistic epiphany,
capital cooperativity,
universal fragmentary synthesis.
Fragments of voices
like phrases of song
are best accepted inside
like outside
if not too horribly long
wrong.
Exultant, my heart reveres God with gratitude
Omniscient Creator of prudence-altitude
Sustaining life’s breath, mightily miraculous
Upholding mankind by His virtues' fortitude
Awed, my spirit exalts the Lord, worthy of praise
Mightily anchoring holiness by truth’s brace
His outstretched arm orchestrates timely perfection
Excellently fulfilled along His wondrous grace.
Humbled, my soul esteems the Saviour midst His mercy
Compassionate is His marvelous clemency
Offering Himself as sacrifice so precious
For sinner’s redemption of pardon’s fervency.
Steadfast, my faith clings to Christ for empowerment
His partnership strengthens stewardship engagement
Blessing oblation service done in His glory
Ministry pursuits toward kingdom advancement.
Bliss-filled, my person worships the King eternal*
Omnipotent in His righteousness supernal
Faithfully assuring His presence triumphant
In Him, I can conquer selfishness that’s carnal.
*1Timothy 1:17 Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen.
February 14, 2020
God Almighty is worthy of my earnest exaltation. The five words boldly highlighted are some of the terms that my finite mind can comprehend to express my description of His Being, as He has allowed me to experience through my personal intimate relationship with my Saviour and Lord Jesus Christ according to the Scriptures.
6th place, "Exalted Words" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 2/21/2020.
Navigating through my life journey was not easy.
It was quite a ride going through dead-ends, detours,
slippery roads, winding roads, road hazards in forms
of emotional struggles, discrimination, losses of many
kinds, like divorces and finances, working two jobs as
a single mother and raising four children on my own.
It never occurred to me to escape my stressful life.
I was just focus to keep going including the times
I had depression, major or situational that also
emphasized high functioning depression, most
likely the rationale I was able to carry on with
my busy and stressful life….
After my last major depression episode fourteen
years ago, I found myself transforming my state
of mind by focusing and working on mindfulness.
I learned to quiet my mind submerging myself
into deep reflective thought of the precious gifts
given to me, my life, attributes, talents, blessings.
In my quiet state of mind, I am remindful of what
I had gone through and mindful that I am here,
right now, more thankful, more appreciative, more
grounded, more aware that stress is a part of life
and we live in a world that reveres busyness, like
the path to success, a misconception….
In the midst of a busy day or feeling stressed with
stressful circumstances, I detached myself and
find my inner calm and when I’m in the calm state
of mind, I feel tranquility or the feel of seijaku.
When you develop, embrace the seijaku value,
or the value of stillness or calm state of mind,
your calmness would not be shaken whether
you’re at home or someplace else….
Defying gravity, I stand paralyzed on this wall day in and day out. Although my
friends and I spend time together in the forest, I feel ensnared like a mouse in a
trap. What makes me any different than a mouse caught in a trap anyway? Every
day people come to stare at me as if I am some attraction, some tool to please the
eyes of a murderous race. Oh what I would give to be that mouse…no one wants to
see the mouse: they just want to get rid of it. The fire of a thousand stares burn my
skin day after day. I now understand the difference between the mouse and the
unicorn: a quick, untimely death as opposed to my slow…my painful…my burning
existence. Species like me exist for the mere pleasure of others. I am the
entertainer. I am the jester. My so-called glory is the glory of a King led to His cruel
death. Is this how He felt? You who I was created to signify…is this what You felt? Is
this what You call glory? Man reveres me! They call me the most pure and the most
elegant of all the creatures! What have I done…what have we done to deserve
this? Why do I even ask? There is no use…my paralytic existence keeps my
questions from the world. If man could hear me for just one moment, I would tell
them this:
Walk across the room,
Spot the tapestry,
By the time you get there,
Man has slaughtered me.
Confused? Do some research on the New York Metropolitan Museum of Art's exhibit
of the tapestry room ;)
Shrubbery leaves and foliage, all these very gloriously and graciously green,
In my verdant jade roof top garden, reflect greenness on my laptop screen.
Verbose prolixed, scattered, strewn fill up spaces all around in my jade garden,
Soak and fill me with haunting memories of Rita, Irene, Jeanne, Jolene and Celine.
Of sweetness and tenderness envious nostalgic musings ever so green,
To my mind’s eye these imagery still emerge at will very pristine and clean.
Between fourteen and eighteen up here they broke my warm, gentle and fond heart,
Then at nineteen it was here in this greenery with Norma Jean, we abruptly fell apart.
Green the world seemed to me when I sat here all these years alone and lonely,
Scripting and crafting dense verses of earthly passions that are profound, eloquent and comely.
Glorious greens, gorgeous greens, jade greens,
All mankind reveres the vitality you create that is meant for kings and queens.
But for me the color green,
Often remind me of my recent sojourns with Maureen and Pauline.
So to now to reflect and meditate splashes of green I imagine feel and use,
my heart chakra to open and feel love , empathy and compassion and forlorn thoughts to diffuse.
Green… green…green….. I have now sensed and seen….
Will come before me for times umpteen and as a routine.
The Colors Have It Poetry Contest
29/2/2012
Within its purest form impotent are the Earthly eyes
Amidst attempts to behold the wonder of its core
Reverse osmosis, listen, hear the light converse
It reveals all its truths to one's heart, first
In faithfulness then, twined paradox unlocks
Healing the blind unto knowledge of the universe
Ponder upon what is first, morning glory or twilight hour
What extracts the human experience or causes it to withdraw
Smiles can pass through ultraviolet, passions can burn hotter than infrared
In their harmony, the body and spirit should be in continued rejoicing
The conscience being bathed in warmth should be in song and constant singing
But, soon the wolf, a storm of nightress unsuspecting rapidly appears
Lest we forget transforms into a well paid assassin
A lingering shadow, cleaving in envy to the absence of his own tabernacle
In hopes sheep shall stray from gospel sunrises, away from heaven's twinkling jewels
Or become estranged from simple truths shone from paler moons
Darkness in delight conspires with the unknown and contracts with greater fear
Slippery slopes, quicksands of weakness, which evil reveres
But, here in the distracts of terrestrial life we need to be bipolar
For without opposition we'd never be sure how much we love the other
Thus, we must embrace one of the created brothers
For it is in wisdom of that choice, we shall grow wilder or wiser
All true power that manifests, and creates comes from The Almighty Lord God.
We did not create Love, Love created us and supplied us with this bountiful earth on which we trod.
We are a living, breathing, unique, multidimensional force of nature, timeless, ageless, eternal energy, made in the image of our creator.
Some spiritual and political leaders are yet to be awakened and the unbelievers will realize the truth sooner or later.
So many governments, social institutions, schools, and workplaces are outdated, keeping humanity in darkness and geared to create a herd mentality.
For years a constant dumbing down of our society and educational institutes has slowed human progress simply because of this inbred duality of insanity.
A new mentality needs to evolve and dominate, one that reveres life, in all forms for this Gaia, this earth, and the body intertwine.
Designated and fashioned to pilot this temporal vessel encasing the soul divine.
As long as light shimmers in the soul with undaunted faith in the heart, there is hope.
Fall not into the pitfalls of lies and deceit but lean on the everlasting arms in order to cope.
This universe means one song and is the essence of who we truly are.
Within this earth-bound ship is timeless energy, brilliant, ageless, and an eternal glowing star.
Recoil child
from the light
that burns all rivers dry
though some might seek
to persuade you
to endure its heat
I say
retreat beneath the rock
where thin roots cling
to the living dust
and creatures lie still
amidst bones
licked clean and sharp
for there
where life reveres
the silence
and the shadow that conceals
you will learn
to crawl and feed upon filth
as your flesh grows coarse and pale
and your eye more subtle
and your hand more savage
while those without wither
sustained by the frail conviction
their souls are nourished
through anguish
are purified
through their fierce contempt
for we who breathe the fetid vapors
which linger warm and close
to the fertile soil
forever singing their disgust
with voices shrill
for all who savor
the sweet stench of loss and birth
convinced in their condition
of violent fever
the seed is defiled
in drawing strength from the corpse
and the spirit contaminated
by blood or color
but I who have discovered
cool and secret caverns
within which to rest and feast
know that truth flows capricious
over stone in dark places
and grace rises
green from the earth’s wetness
and I declare
paradise is sacrificed through deprivation
and gained of a moment
through love
impure
There is a time for staying put,
And a time for moving on,
But do many of us know which is which.
I just know,
When I feel the seat is too comfortable,
I should move on from a group,
But then again, I like to feel comfortable.
When I see others succumb,
And start to act dumb,
Swallowed whole by the group,
Their interest now invested in only the group,
With all outside the group classed as them,
And all inside the group the only us,
Then I think I am right,
And fortunate to believe there is room for you and me.
But just occasionally I see someone who stuck with the group,
And everyone reveres them,
Be it only until the seat starts to grow cold,
Along with their attitude to those not in the group,
Which sets me to ponder, am I fortunate or no.
With friends in more than one group,
And the freedom to converse with many others in comfort,
Living with you and me,
Instead of them and us seems the more comfortable life,
And maybe the less dangerous one.
But I also believe in good and evil,
Therein lies the rub,
So, it is fortunate for me, that I don't go too often to the pub.