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Faith fans the flames of ever peace, endless grace
It burns up all doubt, ensuring the way out,
Seeing the forest, despite trees who displace.
Faith frees the soul of its grief, its darkest drought,
It shines a light of love’s belief, stirring hope,
Painting shadows in gentle songs who don’t doubt.
Faith tells fear it cannot live here, saying nope,
Fear is meant to fail, despite its tempting tale,
As trust makes a way for the hurting to cope.
Faith calms the anxious soul with a blissful trail,
Meant to prevail when life becomes hard, daunting,
As feelings grow dark, hearts become weak and frail.
Faith takes away the gloom that’s always taunting,
Assuring real love won’t leave souls wanting!
As I wandered alone without a task
All around me wild flowers sprang forth
My face a sad contorted mask
Of emotionless strife since birth
My eyelids closed against the day
Enjoying the fall of darkness on my Earth
The sun tried to spread its ray
The sweet smelling fruit kissed my head
As beneath the mighty mango tree I lay
The deep red scars on my heart fled
When a strange melody on my fancy grew
And the balm of stillness on my limbs spread
An unknown peace I soon knew
When the leaves danced with the breeze
The shadows of my life I threw
The butterflies and the bees
On me did comfort heap
That amazingly I found under this tree
My shallow life and forgotten sleep
This wilderness made new
With pleasure my heart started to weep
The grave cares now seemed so few
My life found a new definition
And into the azure sky my soul flew
Love tried hard, one day, and overcame fear
and learned that, often, gentle hearts will break.
Even if one's aim is true and sincere,
he can still be in for a sad heartache,
and so, love, hung his head, and cried a tear.
and thought that he'd made a dreadful mistake,
saying, "I'll disappear and shut the door.
Take me away to where love learns no more."
But, love's learning was not even near through.
He learned about patience and forgiving,
and discovered when he finds the right two,
and they engage in receiving and giving,
just the way it was between me and you,
that life is worth more than just living.
So now, he says, "Don't ever close the door.
I've decided, take me to where love learns more."
Inspiration, my fickle old friend,
You come and you go as you will,
And so, on you, I cannot depend.
My mind, my dreams you constantly fill
Only to leave me all alone
Unable to drink up my heart’s fill.
Oh, for the sights you might have shown
If you had come at my calling.
Alack for the nights I’ve spent alone
Lying in my bed, sad and bawling
That you would seem to desert me,
Knowing that my morale is falling.
Still, in thinking of you do I see
My hopes and my dreams without end.
Your presence for me a mystery.
I apologize if I offend.
Inspiration, my fickle old friend.
We opted to talk,
Disparities to dissolve,
Our problems to solve,
And went out on walk—
Not hands-locked as was before,
Heart’s feelings to pour,
Way out seemed no nigh
When words tied into tight knots,
Morrows, a sad sigh,
Life, like unfilled dots,
It all ended in silence,
Though with resilience,
We knew not at once,
But life’s ship had reached home-shore,
And back as before,
When we’d arrived home,
Eureka, all roads reached Rome,
Silence our life bailed,
When everything failed,
Ah silence had onward sailed,
We under same dome!
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Musings |05.06.2021|
Poet’s note: As a pause is in poetry, in-between notes of a melody, so is silence in social chemistry. When words fail, silence seems to sail. It is in silence that two broken hearts meet and beat together. Each stanza here looks like a Haiku, but only so appears.
“We are all petals of imperfection sharing the same sun” - Silent One
Let’s state in plain words, who we really are,
which most certainly is not the body-mind.
Floating rudderlessly, we’ve drifted afar
because head and heart are not with love aligned.
In truth we’re living light, shining like a star,
known not because we are gripped in ego’s bind.
Be this as it may, the map’s not the terrain,
so how may we by touch, this wisdom ingrain?
God’s grace both immediate and intimate,
is ever present if we choose to receive,
for which we must ensure desires do not bait.
In staid silence, soul asks ego to beg leave,
upon which we find ourselves at heaven’s gate
and then there remains no load we need to heave.
The false falls away, delusion disappears,
then in the vibrant bardo, God’s light appears!
My big brother filled with love everyone saw his grace he had so much joy to speak of
even when he stated his life case holy was all around his faith filled this place
Jesus is where hope was crowned.
Date Written: 6/5/2021
Note: As a young child, I thought of Jesus as my big
brother.
Jesus Poetry Contest Sponsored by:Regina McIntosh
Rampage rumbling water roars dig the shores
Heavy hard they grapple trees and humans
Tumbling turner tides glide no one adore
Frightened humans, they run! Run and run fast!
As they desire to survive ever more
From angry nimbus clouds darkening span
To merry-go-round waves muddy wet skirt
Gnawing so hungry to launch damage pert
Beeping screams a reigning train of terror
Rattling man's safety in viral bellow
The ground shut bullet rush without error
All will see an avalanche fresh fresco
the scathe and cries a full furor mirror
Waiting for hope - the sun's chrome of yellow
Abrupt sea assault bridge to sudden death
Taking all weak and anyone with breath
© O. E. Guillermo
9:48pm
September 28, 2009
*** FROM A DOCUMENTARY I watch about killer tsunami
Sponsor Giorgio A. V.
Contest Name Top Gun Poetry - Structured forms - Iambic verse II
placed 2nd
Someone I used to know I saw today.
It’s been ten years or more I saw her last
although she didn’t live too far away
from where I live, but time goes by so fast.
How gracious this lady named Donna Kay -
who occupies small spaces from my past;
those short conversations I had with her
are fragments that now have become a blur.
There was with this acquaintance no real chat.
I looked at pictures she had drawn instead.
She’d painted! I’d nearly forgotten that.
I also learned she loved the color red.
Next to her red casket her eldest sat.
For ten days now dear Donna has been dead.
Though my whispered words fell on Donna’s shell,
I hope her soul still heard my last farewell.
That here now we're alive, is all we know
and so we assume we are body-mind
but something tells us life's merely a show,
wherein we are floundering about blind,
life revealing grace alone does endow
and that too only if we're love aligned,
leaving us in doubt as to who we are,
as we needlessly strive, struggle and spar.
It's a piquant dilemma we are in
and so obtaining from mind no answer,
we shift into silence and so begin
search for the truth, innocence heart's prancer,
deepening stillness, going in within,
entwined at last with the divine dancer,
being love and light that's innate to us,
frolicking in joy aboard God’s bliss bus.
09-June-2023