Long Splendor Poems
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The path of time has slipped through the endless clock,
The trail of life has stretched and in the void, it lingers long,
Silence wraps itself in the shadow that was time's measure,
Soon, the divine edge will pass, and eternity unravels.
Whisper to them, citizen of the early dawn, servant of gentle words,
Traveler marked by the sun, with steps in the abyss lit by rays,
A walker who follows the dice of destiny, confident in his being,
Their ascent is underway, awaiting the divine light to greet it.
Oh, my envoys, heralds of a world below the stars,
Where souls reconcile with dawns dried by the dew of ephemerality,
I have walked through the sphere of the visible with knees raised,
Listening to the One who majestically descends above the seas.
With the bitterness of the voice that has filled the skies from Jerusalem,
Despair buds on cherubic wings, while
He whispered my name and broke the path from my anchored heart,
"Follow My way", the sky spoke, and the storm descended.
Unbraided speaker, you have stretched across so many untrodden paths,
You have danced with the core of the day, and dusk found you unshaken,
Harbinger of wonder, you have bloomed and blessed through good deeds,
But the pure light will find you, in the calm where you will be laid.
The curtain of the dawn reveals acts seen by pure hands,
From their light arises, in accord with the ordinance of the open sky,
White and black are woven with grace, but they don’t serve to conceal,
All enlightened deeds, all will be kept in the splendor of the night.
For so says the Keeper of time, the Master of heaven and earth,
For so speaks the Torch that illuminates even the brightest nooks,
"You can always reveal yourself, for your deed, you will soon be rewarded",
The magical mystery of life reveals its grandeur in equal, profound rhythms.
Have you ever found yourself
befuddled and dazed
staring up at the night sky, looking
for the words to say
what it is you feel about
the splendor of the stars
planets, moons, galaxies
and the truth of who you are?
A molecule of mystery
an ocean full of dreams
a parade of pristine potential
waiting to be seen
somewhere in the hallowed halls
between love and deep despair
you find your place
and see the face
of Beauty way up there...
And soon enough find solace
in the beating of your heart
despite feeling like a grain of sand
you're Someone's work of art
treading on this beach of wonder
the shoreline of your life
feeling more connected now
To the stars in this dark night.
As I sit here writing my next prose,
It has begun to snow,
Its beauty overshadows the end result.
I know that come tomorrow I will need
to shovel the driveway,
If I want to get out and about.
Then I start thinking about the
warmer days of spring and summer.
I really can't watch the grass as it grows,
but I know I will eventually need to cut it back,
weekly-seems like a big deal to me.
The leaves of autumn eventually end up on
the ground and need to be raked and bagged,
several times a season if need be.
All of these things require a great deal of effort,
except for the winter snow, it is the one deal breaker.
If I so choose, I can just stay in, until it melts,
and just enjoy the beauty, in all its splendor.
Ok...who am I kidding, Kohls department store has a new summer clothing
line that comes out tomorrow, "honey, where's the snow blower?"
Yesterday I dosed in a dream
And caught sunrays in a jar
I was captive on a carousel of time
While pondering what love is to a star
The Painted Pony was running free
And the season writing words in rhyme
Faces fading pass in joy and laughter
Playing a part in this dream of mine
Clouds appeared and I feared of lightning
And tearful when thunder roared afar
The wind blew hard for the season
And scattered the sunrays from my jar
The leaves fled in colors
The wind rushed the water of a stream
My thoughts came back and joined me
and vanished my disappearing dream
I can’t return but I can send a wish
As the stream keeps limping on
I must wait until the carousel make It’s circle
And another dream comes along
The season has passed in splendor
The wheel, once more starts a new
Shadows dance in step with a breeze
And clouds float in review
I can see the shade that welcomes me
Winter has gone and spring is coming round
The Painted Pony glides by faces
And the carousel slows its circle down
“The future belongs to those who believe in the
beauty of their dreams”- Eleanor Roosevelt
The turning wheels of time
stir up the dust of disarray, past and present,
that settles in the crumbling cauldron
of the disordered life of dire confusion.
In the moments of disdained dejection,
the truth tumbles in the mélange
of disorientation chaos, intimidating the future.
Under the gloomy firmament of delusion
the mental acuity lost in desperate frustration,
searches for a novel niche
within the self-stimulating imagination
to design from the debris of discontent
a spellbound shelter for the future.
If the dormant notion then invents dreams,
they steer the mind into the distant domain in time,
making the frame of timeless trance,
where the dreamer assembles relentlessly
the shifting scenes of the collage framed by success.
From beneath the current flood of despair,
a verdant mindscape emerges with time,
attaches dreams to the unanchored psyche
to shape the future of content.
As the rising sun promises a burst of colors
on the calm canopy of hope with golden beams,
sanguinity sparkles with the spectrum of splendor
for the beautiful dreams to embellish the future
to perform the kaleidoscopic show of delight.
With the rhythm of your passionate poetry,
rolled the silver-crested wave of romanticism,
inundating the shore of English literature,
where you emerged as the seminal figure.
The beauteous kaleidoscopic natural world
imparted didactic quality to your poems,
finding connection between nature and your soul,
and between the self and matchless imagination.
The color, fragrance and sounds of spring,
the shine of autumn sky, sparkle of sun-soaked water,
made lasting romantic impression in your mind,
influencing the growth of your poetic brilliance.
You had firm faith in the magnificence of nature
as the prime source of true happiness and joy,
that could enhance the scope of kindheartedness,
enlighten the spiritual awareness of individualism.
A worshipper of nature, you eulogized its charm,
when you felt you “wandered lonely as a cloud”,
merged with the flushing splendor of landscape,
to be aptly christened as the poet of nature.
You captured the cadenced whisper of nature
in the swaying golden daffodils and wandering clouds,
far away from the medley of lively crowd,
distant from the domain of emotions and dreams.
Your profound personal romantic linkage with nature
left no space for complexities of human experience.
If entwinned with the threads of human nature
your lyrical beauty could’ve adorned universal sensibility.
Our LORD is an awesome GOD,
He reigns from heaven above,
with wisdom power and love,
Our LORD is an awesome GOD.
Our LORD is an awesome GOD,
He is the Sovereign Great King,
and i shall forever praise and sing,
Our LORD is an awesome GOD.
Our LORD is an awesome GOD,
His ways are full of His splendor,
they are good, compassionate and tender,
Our LORD is an awesome GOD.
Our LORD is an awesome GOD,
HE send HIS love through HIS SON,
to bring us together as One
Our LORD is an awesome GOD.
Praise and Glory be to the LORD,
The LORD our GOD,
For now and forever more
Amen.
N.B inspired by the song 'Awesome GOD' by Michael W. Smith.
Form:
Spring cleansing of nature's landscape
is a pleasurable chore for April rains.
Gentle precipitation prepares the ground
for flora sprouting in the wild or garden beds
Budding trees clothe their nakedness
and honeybees begin leaving their hives
Cocoons are revealing brilliant butterflies and
song birds return, singing to greet each dawn
Sunlight shines upon the rejuvenating Earth
April's warm breezes spread ripe seeds over
meadows, hills, and on verdant valley floors
so colorful blossoms will rise on sturdy stems
Winter's ice is melting to feed rivers and creeks
Waterfalls are eager to help with steady flow
The world awakens to Mother Nature's beauty
as she urges dormancy to emerge and grow
There's a feeling of hope, the revival of faith
when everything around us is gloriously renewed
Chicks are hatching, births give us reasons to smile
How invigorating is the fourth month of each year
Thank you, April, for replenishing the splendor
lost when months of chilling cold rushed in
and to the mercy of God, who lovingly offers
the gift of April, bringing happiness to everyone
April 11, 2021
April Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
-A song from my Passover musical, "On Eagles' Wings" My sister Amy Grace also helped me with this one-
Oh, a baby
Oh, a baby
Oh, dear Avdah, the day finally came
He’s so precious
He’s so tiny
Oh, how glad you must be
What’s his name
We’ve named our son, our first-born boy
Yaron, for he will shout for joy
Oh, bless Yehovah! He has done
Great things; He’s given you a son
At first I thought that He would live
With each demand the foremen give
But since then I have come to see
That my Yaron will soon be free
He will shout for joy
Oh, how special
Oh, he sees me
Oh, my Avdah, he looks just like you
When I see him
I have joy now
For my son will be free–-it is true!
Yehovah bless you, precious boy
In Him, Yaron, you’ll shout for joy
Yehovah bless your family
With heritage among the free
Now my heart is (Now my heart is)
Overflowing (Overflowing)
He has blessed me (And not only you!)
When I see him (When we see him)
I have joy now (We have joy now)
For Yaron will be free–-it is true!
Oh, splendor to the Righteous One
He’s given you a first-born son!
We all at last have come to see
Yehovah soon will set us free
We will shout for joy!
Before you came into my life, the sun shined, the breeze blew, the birds flew, and
people mingled. Day after day, I witnessed life's splendor through my window. I had
an urge one day to venture outside my captor. The sun still shined, the breeze still
blew, the birds still flew, people still mingled, and I was life's spectator. Suddenly,
then came you, you entered my life like the sunlight that interrupts the dark, like the
music that fills the silence, like the supernova that brightens the sky. Our hearts
spoke an inaudible language that only two lonely souls know; thus, faith has
become our liberator. Now, we are inseparable. As we frequently strolled through
the ravine, the sunlight paraded her beauty laminating our path, birds gracefully
glided through the air as if they were been choreograph, the summer breeze burst
with fragrance caressing our souls, and consequently we became a part of the
cosmos. like a well-deserved gift that is torn from one's arms, so is my heart, faith
has torn us apart. Instead now, we are kindred spirits separated by distance, so, I
retreat to the familiar to witness life's splendor. The sun shines, the breeze blows,
the birds fly,and people mingle.