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FLAME OF ASCENSION
No-one can escape Flame of Ascension
a glance, a glimmer, a gestalted shadow
ghosts or gestures guarded Hearts to
genteel progress on a path
It nightmares numskulls and nuns alike
coffins cords, corners chains conniving
Thumb tips touch those of Serapis Bey
tippling white Flames in quantum space
as he passes with poignant eyes
“Where must sparks sagely sail now
Great Chohan of Central Sun ?”
“To those with neptunium nerves
those who have mastered their minds
who stare over lambert lagoons
lbis eyed
those who will not hasten to
taste Tophet flesh, toxined tongues
or squirm to struggle stormy seas
who live on one orange a day
from oozing boxes to city sites
Let Ascension Flame sparks fly fivefold
to those who chore by candlelight
in basements cold
gather guinea-fowl feathers in damp
dawn to create wise woman wands
to those who forgive an impoverished
rapist in a fitful farm hut
fathoming his fishtail hands
Let Ascension Flame sparks sail to those
who embrace Polar Bear spirit
stirring soup for a repentant soul
covering it with furs
flasking it’s folly !”
No-one can flee Flame of Ascension
someday it fleeces all spectroscopically
pay with sweat of your sweat
palsy, petty or posh
breath upon baptising breath
no strut or scintillating stumble
skin to self-assuming skin
spectacular sundew sing
Flame of Ascension extracts due fuchsia
fragrance from filament files
harp harmonies heightened to
a hastened hypnosis from an inexplicable
white heart field
Come
Let Flame of Ascension flower
fiddling fingers into interlinking
intercurrents of Infinity’s intimacy !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
There is this space called my Poem Place,
Each morning I rush to settle in.
My standard routine, warmed by caffeine
gets in gear once I pick up my pen.
Picking up my pen means I begin
with my computer and my notebook.
Microsoft Word and Rhyme Zone ready,
I open Farlex Free and One Look.
Now all I need are "thoughts" to proceed.
I click the icon, Poetry Soup,
Forms are the tool that makes my pen drool
And blogs spark my mind to regroup.
Reading is spice, but what's really nice
is when ideas flow through my brain.
If I come up short, my next resort,
Members' contests, my mental food chain.
Myriad prompts serve my pen with verve.
Once I bookmark the ones that appeal,
my turn at bat; I choose God's format
to see what rhyme and Reason reveal.
written 12-28-2014 with revisions 1/18/17
Sponsor Beata Agustin
Contest Name POEM ON POETRY MUSE
So I’ve got a little secret
‘bout evangelism “tracts”.
See, they load us up each Sunday,
and we all plan our attacks.
Sometimes, we hear a sermon;
sometimes, we even sing,
But mostly, it’s a Ponzi scheme
to build a brand new wing.
And when we hand ‘em out,
we get a little star,
And sometimes, we get double points
for going to the bars!
We count up all our stars;
the one who has the most
Is featured in the lobby
and gets to sit up close!
And lately, we’ve been filming
when we go to proselytize;
We’re getting wise like serpents;
YouTube lets us monetize!
The reason we encounter
is to make you feel distressed,
And to get you to throw money
in the hopes that you’ll be blessed.
Now if you think I’m serious,
you don’t know me so well.
But what is true is I believe
in heaven and in hell.
The folks I know who hand those out
believe in these things too,
Because they love with all their heart,
they’re called to see it through.
They’ve read God’s revelation:
creation, fall of man.
They’ve read of Christ’s redeeming acts,
according to God’s plan.
They’ve read the Holy Spirit’s grace,
regenerating hearts.
They want to share the news they learned:
this gospel in four parts.
The news they share is simple:
that none seek after God,
That Christ died voluntarily
a thing most find quite odd.
They know that God is holy,
a God of love and wrath,
His love poured out as blood that day
on each sinner’s behalf.
For those who would believe
His saving act by faith,
Christ imparts his righteousness,
escape due wrath unscathed.
There’s much more in the Bible,
a life’s worth there, in fact.
We want to share His life with you;
we start with little tracts.
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all in fun, and with great love and respect for my soup friends and their beliefs
New place
Sounds ace
For lunch
Or brunch
Meets Dom
And Tom
Got new
Menu
Reveals
Good deals
Endorse
Three course
Deals viewed
Choose food
Veg soup
Vile gloop
Tastes off
Can’t scoff
I heave
Food leave
Await
Mains plate
Dead fly
On pie
There’s lice
In rice
Burnt fries
No lies!
Screams loud
Draws crowd
Staff look
for cook
He’s drunk
As skunk
My pud
Not good
On pear
Dog hair
Gets bill
Big thrill
It’s free
For me
For friend’s
Full spends
They'll pay
Their way
Won't tip
Get’s gyp
Waiter
Hater!
Return …
we’ll spurn!
09/25/20
We can all sit and look back at the past
At relationships we thought ‘forever’ that sadly didn’t last
Time and tide will wait for no man
Just embrace life as much as you can
None of us know what fate will dictate
Grab every opportunity before it’s too late
One day our tomorrow will never come
Then it’s too late for things we’ve not done
Live life to the full don’t waste it away
And tell your folks you love them every day
Poem inspired by Darren Watson’s blog ‘Why do the years go so fast’
Title taken from Steve Winwood’s hit While You See A Chance Take It.
Jan Allison
11th May 2014
Awarded 3rd Place in 'A poem you have not entered in a Poetry Soup contest #1'
sponsored by Poet Destroyer A
HUSBAND IN HOT SOUP
For twenty years of nearly happy married life
He heard the harping voice of high decibel wife
And in the process lost half of his hearing sense
The other half now gets tense in wife’s presence.
He would not start any conversation never
Over the years the ears have become clever
They have learnt to save the strained drums
From the cracking sound of wife’s vocal drum.
She once asked him to buy a kilo of tiny potato
He rushed to shop bought a bag of ripe tomato
When he found himself in a bowl of hot soup
The failed ears silently fanned his head nonstop.
February 26, 2018
The holiday cabin smelled of wet pigeons
but it was lakeside and cheap.
The lake was not popular,
too deep and weedy for swimming,
too shallow for docking boats,
yet it suited our make-do mindsets.
Of course,
we were romantically attached at the hips,
feet glided upon air
as we wandered upon the pebbly beach
fingers entwined in a dank mist.
Graham crackers and marshmallows
were unpacked
alas the firepit was soaked
with too much leafy fog.
A desultory fire was sparked
in a damp bed beneath a mildewed roof.
We had only tomato soup, tough bagels
and a pack of Marlborough.
We had not planned for chills and hunger.
Inevitably the vacation
grew lukewarm.
Runny noses and sneezes,
the cheesy smell of wet footwear
all seeped deeply into our gestalt,
philosophically
we bailed on the quickly drenched dream,
and each other.
Chopin Keys
Tender finger touch
As deep feeling presses them
His pain springs to mind.
Aqua Marine
(First poem posted here on Poetry Soup, 2015)
Afterthought....
"For Those Who Cannot Hear"
From the album "Wings" by composer Michel Colombier.
Lyrics by Paul Williams.
Those who cannot hear
Pardon me, I've made a song for you
I've painted each day
Each sunrise in harmony
Those who cannot hear
Pardon me
Inspired me to write this poem
Pardon me, please
for being blind
to words I heard
yet could not see -
Blind spots
blindsided me
Music plays on hidden keys
heard and seen -
Forgive me, please.
Aqua Marine.
24/12/24.
*Amazingly awesome is my God
*My heavenly Father … *Fountain of life
*My sovereign Lord *At my heart’s throne
*Triumph of my spirit.
*Meeting God is a great event to me…
*My best friend, *Jesus Christ my Saviour and Lord
*Prince of peace offered His love to me
*In my wretchedness --- *Beautiful mystery.
*The guiding Light, *The Lord directs me, *Steward of God
*From now on *With virtues poise
*Onward to my celestial abode
*Beyond the sky.
*Shining victory, *God is my companion in my walk
*In the football field of life *So blessed
*Beyond rehabilitation triumph:
*My battle against slothfulness.
*Despite crises, *Abandonment angst, *Dread of separation
*I trust God, *My Saviour, *Servant-Leader
*My service-Mover … *Faith’s strength
*My soul’s thank praise…
*Doctor of heart, *My God knows my need
*Compassionate… *God gives me second chances
*Midst frustration, *God is at work in my afflictions
*Bestowed with grace-bounty…
*The Star in my poetry,
*God is the foremost and center of my life
*Sovereign brain,
*The Lord conquers me…
*With earnestness, I express:
*You are so good to me, my God
*You deserve my praises, Lord
*I love** You, my Saviour.
*My Poem's Title posted on Poetry Soup
**Joshua 23:11 Take good heed therefore unto yourselves, that ye love the LORD your God.
July 8, 2019
1st place, "Collaboration Of Your Titles" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 7/14/2019.
I made a scrumptious chocolate birthday cake just for you
My only wish, I could deliver it, across the pond to you!
For two years straight, you stood behind me daily.
A trophy, you do deserve, not one day, but three
hundred sixty five, times two, for contacting by
comment or soup mail, you never failed me!
Such a unique poet you are, and endearing, indeed,
to so many.
Love, peppered with humility and peace, are on
your agenda daily.
Tom, you've gone way out of your way,
When I felt abysmally, horribly dismayed!
You are wise, like a philosopher, to recognize the real
poets here, from the phony.
And run from those, who post pure, arrogant baloney.
I wish you health and happiness for so many years.
Wish we could all go to a pub, raise a pint and wish
you happiness, with loving, poetic cheers!
Hugs from the USA,
Panagiota
2/16/2021