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A DEITY
Sonorous
Rhythms from the belfry waft
A call of our votive worship to give.
In your sacred tent we besiege you.
For, to you our exultation to dole and your
Mercy on us to cascade.
The tune of the harmonica, our souls with your
Aura harmonized and in revere towards you our
Knees bend, for a deity you are.
The
Torrent of your kindness
The scale cannot contain.
Hear the crow of the cock,
See the sun hastily rise,
Hear the nightingale sing,
See, the lilies to the luring melody
Of the wind dance, all in wonder of your mystique.
On you eternally the aureole will rest for a deity you are.
But
For the torrential reign of darkness,
In sobriety the votaries sit, for firm root
The heinous ones take.
See, the rivers maimed, the hallowed groove
Denuded and the cedar usurped.
Our joy darken and our hope vague.
See, a once tranquil earth an orchard of hope
Now a vale of nadir where anarchy reigns.
But in trance mother earth till doomsday you
Will not remain for a deity you are.
Our
Filial obligation we paid
An errant, mother earth you are not
For the knell of darkness, for you we wait to sound.
Wipe the gores of the proselytes, for runnel of tears
Your sacred tent they make.
Make a deluge of light our darkness parched earth.
For the dawn of your sagacity, mother earth we await.
Though the earth somberness enshrouds, mother earth
Enshrined your divinity is, for over you sullenness falls not
For a deity you are.
(Dedicated to the goddess mother earth)
Written for the people of the Amazon and coastal
regions(Niger delta) of Nigeria.
7. “Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (p. 124).
Somberness into existence is not a tumble.
Earth's ever-changing season mumbles.
Longing, pining, and scouring to leap, a sense free.
To beat, rupture of the endometrium of worry.
Find out how to tour this aesthetical orb.
Whatever you might protect is potherb.
Each step will pay off; Earth seems endless.
Maintain in mind her charming prowess.
Without mild radiation, stars would be ablaze.
The sparkle of your eyes makes you in a daze.
Shine bright, we made you for this world.
The zeal of fate, separate yourself from the herd.
It soars, snows, splashes, and seeks shelter.
Grasping beyond, setting up a binding welter.
Fall leaves were reflected on the bright floor.
Is it confined to a life of pain, as to explore?
Will the fall petals retain the bitterness of the shrub?
Was it chopped from moisture roots and snubs?
Are you rebelling over harsh conditions outside?
Or maybe the mood wasn't truly steady inside.
I identify dry autumn leaves with a restless soul.
How are the parts pulled out of the whole?
During leisurely walks. Integrate, and create a flow.
Awareness of the paradox of infinite glow.
Written: December 24, 2022
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Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
She is
sallow-skinned, salacious, seductive beauty,
secure, safely sequestered in seclusion;
sinking, shaking, shattered, submerged
self-contained, self-centered in selfless solitude
she sleeps,
a slip of a slenderized, spindly silhouette
silenced in the stillness of somberness, sinless seer,
savoring simplistic, soothed in shadowy shades of night.
she teeters titillated,
transparent in tranquil twilight,
twinkling tangibility, a trembling in tenacious transition,
thoughtful trepidation, turning trophies to tantalizing treasures.
She exists
exaggerated expose' of effortless excised evenings
effused in embellished effervescent eloquence,
edgy enamored edicts, elated egotistical empowerment,
she wanders wistfully
where the wonders of a whirlwind wanting world waits,
wrapping wordsmithing into whimsical warbled wakings,
wishful wisdom with warm-hearted whistlings of womanhood;
she clutches
coddling childlike care, carvings cast and chastised
in cumulous clouded circles, cohesive cycles
of confident contented cerebral communion;
she dances
drifting in decreed danglings, dark, dangerous, delicious
purple plagued palettes of perceptive pewtered perfection
lavender lust, listless languishing lucid, luminous lilies,
there at last, she finds
inner evolution, deepest peace, lasting rest
and so
she sleeps within her dreams.
All of the roads this bold rambler took
were narrow and dark; a half-moon hung very low
displaying its melancholic mood never turning mellow...
it had a perplexed glance as if it wondered how he mistook
its somberness as an anticipation to foretell sorrow,
which showed often when it appeared as a merrow...
wallowing in gleaming waves with brooding tones
that injected more fear into his strong bones!
How lost he seemed without any star, flickering from the Void,
to guide his footsteps; he often tripped and prevented
a fall with a tactic learned trekking through mountains:
when agility and strength were essential to his survival skills!
How he looked above to interact with someone he dearly loved,
who had gone beyond without a chance to say " Farewell, "
leaving many words on his tongue never spoken to dispel
how untrue her affection was whenever he sought truthfulness,
or proof that she had kept her vow as pure as her loveliness!
All of the roads that this bold rambler took
were the foreshadowing of events to come to shape his fate,
and as adverse as they would have been, he felt no immediate need to alter it
by accepting challenges and fighting off his rivals filled with implacable hate;
which antagonist force controlled his will? Did he overlook
his sensibility...was he mocked for being too honest?
Copyright ( c ) 2018 by Andrew Crisci
The moon illuminated the sloping terrain,
Following the hills down to the sea.
Daisies proudly displayed their blossoms,
Windswept spruce swayed in the breeze.
Above, menacing clouds drifted,
Diminishing this awesome sight for me.
A storm gathered on the scene,
Stretching across nature’s canopy.
Lightning flashed on the mountains,
Bringing shivers to my spine.
Somberness came quickly upon me,
While the moon struggled to shine.
It cast eerie light and shadow upon the sea,
Revealing small, rippling waves.
Suddenly a menacing object arose,
Capturing my morbid gaze.
A ghoulish entity appeared.
This, all logic defies.
My hair stood up, tingling.
I couldn’t believe my eyes!
I closed them for a moment,
And wondered what it could be?
Was it still there?
Yes! A monster from the sea!
Gloomy hills in the distance.
Dark clouds lingering above.
Far off mountains echoed thunder.
I was too frightened to move.
It took courage to look at the object—
I could see its upper half.
A large hump revealed its body;
Its long neck was like a giant giraffe.
The Loch Ness Monster!
Right here in plain sight!
It gripped me in terror,
Filling my heart with fright.
I closed my eyes quickly,
Holding tightly to a willow.
Awakened suddenly from sleeping,
I buried my head on a pillow.
Underneath the thick and icy snow is
buried the dormant wild grass that lost
its glitter: it's spring's emerald blanket
that covered the barren soil of meadows!
Even the blinding light of our main Star
doesn't shine too brightly over anything,
even afternoons are short and uninspiring;
this poet puts down his pen with mind ajar!
Christmas has been without any gleeful carols,
every street glistens with ice and somberness;
the only happy persons are the frantic skaters,
we watch them behind this window shut to joys!
The Holidays are marred by grins of melancholy,
fun is reserved for the very young, we had ours;
and while squirrels and birds don't frequent trees
to stir the essence of harmony, we observe all sadly!
Winter is a brutal omen who strips trees of their leaves
and meadows of fragrant flowers to anger romantic hearts
who dream of lovely afternoons that turn into pretty sunsets:
we were those lovers hugging and exchanging fervent kisses!
Underneath the thick and icy snow can easily be found
a blazing hope that can melt it quickly and awaken spring
from the lethargy of four long months without any song:
breathe on the frozen ground and your wish will unfold!
Predestine—perpetuation;
bathing-still-here-in
numbness-seemly
Inefficacious—permanence;
drowning-in-seemly
somberness-now
Outlived effectualness;
seems
Presumptuous notions;
bring
Explications
as-to-why-nothing-ever-goes-right
Danger-waiting
hounds-insidiously
Begging-for-its
insightfulness—
Really though;
Innumerable goddesses—
yet,
blanknessly staring
still she is all I desire...
Realization
of all that I still require...
Has her beyond
scared of myself...
Howbeit I came to care again;
Dealing with the same ---- everyday—
------- with me in any-every-way—
Repeat of Yesterday?
Discover—
unique experiences;
Whatever—
extraneous adventure—
life offers
Guessing about what
life itself wants;
Unfortunately—
recognized-the-truth
Presumptous;
expectations—
as-to-why-nothing-ever-lasts-long
Love-leaving
Always-avoiding-me
Providing-zero
closure-as-always—
Really though;
innumerable goddesses—
yet,
require the desire—of only her—
Thinking-who
might-be-my-last
Has-me-beyond
scared-for-myself...
Howbeit I still have not left;
Dealing with the same ---- everyday—
------ with me in any-every-way—
Repeat of Yesterday...
Am I allowed to touch the blue of the magazine?
When stars otherwise kiss the somberness of the night?
Am I allowed to collect clouds in their ephemeral charm
And restore them their delectable delight to shed pain?
Can I turn orbs of sweet dreams of my own
Into the flavor that I love to color and add
a dash of my-ness into the air I breathe.
If so------
Then I promise I would recite the most exquisite poem.
Elucidate the most enchanting secret.
Write words that never conspired to appear in the most famous minds.
Let me drink my morning brew without exasperation.
and buy Time with my pocket of skills.
I promise I would give you a better garland
Whose fragrance would have designed no mind before.
I promise I’ll give you the piece that would
require no customization, and a tune free of cost.
I would give you the right to justify my wrongs without a grudge
And never turn a deaf ear to your sweated breath.
I would forgive myself for all that I have nurtured in pain
And give myself a Hi5 for having broken my own record.
If only you allow me to be, I’ll give you the gem I am.
I Am
I am woman in the Realm of Man
I am inner light in a place that’s growing dim
I am strength in a time that reaps weakness
I am deep as an ocean in a dry and barren land
I am unusual in a uniformly yielding world
I am colorful when shades of dullness unveil
I am animation in a slow motion picture
I am Harmony in the Clash of the Ages
I am truth in a creation of lies
I am a rock holding up the quick sands of time
I am hope in a land full of despair
I am inner child as conformity matures
I am integrity in a world grown corrupt
I am courage in the face of adversity
I am faithfulness to the Great I Am
I am control when all seems helpless
I am melody when cacophony rains down
I am sobriety in a drunken state of mind
I am Mother Nature trapped in a web of steel
I am serenity as the raging storm sets in
I am bliss when life grows cumbersome
I am craziness that guards against insanity
I am soul as the flesh bleeds and withers
I am laughter when somberness invades
I am more than what existence intended me to be!
To greet the day, the sun does rise
overrun with golden flames.
To my surprise, that centered sphere
has a thing for slender dames.
His solar slopes descend on her
but a yard from where I sat.
He found for me a single point,
and acute young girl at that.
She sported quite a quadrant fair,
parabolic hips and chest;
and though she too thought I was fine,
I derived her somberness.
Perhaps our origin would bring
disappointment to her folks;
her bottled sobs did soon subtract,
and in tears, she softly spoke:
"Parental factors intervene;
our equation can't be solved."
I kissed her puckered sinusoids:
"but our bond will not dissolve.
Your father's but a variable,
and I know, with time, he'll change.
Don't fret--we're bound by constant love;
his approval's in my range.
It matters not where we may lie,
here amongst this earthly plane;
two points are always linear,
and a pair of hearts won't wane!"