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Old Poets
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Old poet word's never die
They keep us going
All the time
Stirring up the mind
We refer their chaste
Clerk people who
Keep their trademark
Mentoring accross a divide
Slapped on plain paper
Without blog and android
Penmen who keep the world going
Giving inspiration in ode or sonnet
Their verses strikes the chords
Which rules this universe
To invent new thoughts
And made us all the enterprise
How great they are saving
Wretch and raider all the time.
They tell us how to mint a dime
And the value of the honeybee.
They periscope deep in our souls
So we can talk of horoscopes
They wind us up when in dispair
To look out for a breaking wave
And make us happy in a shallow cave.
These are seers of the crystal ball
Who let us plan another day
Old poet's never die ..
We read them all the time
They are hardworking wordsmiths
Improving a berserk world all the time.
Love like this is my inspiration
It brings pure grace to my spirit
Sings of a joy that is beyond words
Breathes a prayer from my soul
Leaves me with a light which reflects
Only the peace that comes about
When Jesus abides inside a heart
Love this wise is my life’s guide
Through darkness, tears and fears
Across feelings of dread and despair
Around storms that fill me with doubt
Beyond the nightmares of the past
Amidst the whispers of resentment
During the worst that comes to haunt
Love this strong uplifts my hope
Calms my worries and anxiety
Assures me that I can do what I need to
Supports me with a melody so beautiful
Cheers my heart with incredible thanks
Bolsters all my dreams so they grow
Comforts me through pain and strife
Love this alive is my soul’s vibrant star
The feeling poured out through my life
Expressing the joy, peace, insight
Wonders of precious smiles inviting bliss
Warmth that comes from giving praise
Sacred prayers that come to life
Stirring hearts to give their best
Love like this is God’s gift of grace
The way toward hope that is forever
Kindness that brings true freedom
Salvation from the One who created…
Every heart, each soul, everyone –
Who has a hunger for His presence
To become reality, genuine redemption
This is the love that saved me
This is the love that gave to me
The most amazing grace, true faith
In the Son of God, my Savior –
Jesus Christ, the answer who came
To give us everlasting life!
CONTEMPLATION
a rich
amalgam
poignant
stirring
unveiled
beautiful
spectcular
notions
vulnerable
& beatific
ambiguity
morphing
cleverly
becoming
crumpled
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noisely
poured
thoughts
delving
deep
in evocation
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Your fingers struggle to follow the path, to fiercely pluck the pretext,
As though my being were trying to catch the last drops of your receding waters.
You leave our novels under the clear summer sky, waiting for all that was
To evaporate, to be lost in the sun, to detach from us as easily as morning dew.
An eternity I wandered through fogs, to wake from beneath your repeated enchantment,
Which, like a sorcerer who forever charms his little sphere, you've muddled my moments,
Turning days into palimpsests upon which you wrote and erased, as often as the spell lost its speech.
Now it is you who wants to sever the meaning of magic, the honeyed sweetness dried on your lips,
In the moment when your scent surrendered to the forgetting between the pages of our favorite stories,
And then, the sadness reflects in us, that our paths were not meant to intertwine.
What was between us remains a dimmed syzygy, without a temple, a star without shine for me.
Yet, memory plays unfettered in my secret garden, keeping only shards of joy,
But that muller which crushes between memories distinguishes them and smoothes the path to what will be.
Those foreign memories, stirring the still waters of the moment, were not worth pouring into the cup of tomorrow.
Thus, I let them burn in the flame of an everlasting twilight, just as you did with our last silent farewell.
Love is almost incomprehensable. It is the joy that brings us to laughter, and the sorrow that brings us to tears. It is the warmth that we crave and the fire we fear.
Sometimes it grows slowly,
Sometimes it bursts out suddenly. And for all anyone knows, perhaps it is always here.
Maybe it was here before anything else. Maybe it is the only thing that is real in this holographic universe. Maybe it is the reason anything exists at all.
It is both a gentle hand that holds us steady. And the force that knocks you off your feet. It is the joy we chase and the grief we try to outrun.
It teaches us patience,
While stirring up our deepest passions. It makes us brave enough to take the leap. But, also terrified of the fall.
Love can bring us clarity.
A purpose we didnt know we needed. Or confuse us, leaving us questioning our every thought.
It can feel eternal in a fleeting moment, and fleeting in a lifetime together. It is both selfish and selfless. It asks for everything but gives freely.
It asks us to open our hearts,
Only to risk the pain of loosing it all. In love we are at once the giver and the wounded. A delicate balance of risk and reward.
It can fill spaces we never knew were empty. It can break us and heal us sometimes in the same breath.
Maybe love is the paradox of being. The invisible force that holds all things together and pulls apart in equal mesure.
And in truth maybe only through its contradictions can we understand what it means to feel.
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Direct inspiration:
"When grace fires our hearts, it stirs up in them a true thirst for suffering... to show... to what extent we love Our Heavenly Father... for it is only through suffering that we learn how to love..." ~St. Maximilian Kolbe (pg. 108 in "A Man For Others: Maximilian Kolbe -- Saint of Auschwitz -- In the Words of Those Who Knew Him")
Indirect inspiration:
"Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us." (Romans 5:3-5, Holy Bible)
Follow the Fire:
Graceful stirring in the heart
To endure... for Love!
Dec. 16, 2022
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Contentment poured out her sweet dew,
Raining light over my thoughts,
Rustling the most beautiful winds,
Laughing as the shadows grow old,
Inviting my heart to hold –
Moments of gentle, kindly and crimson,
Aching, flowing on the rivers of feeling,
Brave joys breathe in the pastel hues,
Grace and wonder, peace and love,
Hope upon hope – reassuring endless worship.
His spirit lifts the fallen,
Comforts hearts who grieve,
Silences the winds, the colors
Soft as kindness, pleading prayers,
Faith blends with seeds of light,
Feeding on joy and grace,
Amazing the spirit who hears,
Love beyond words, beyond poetry,
Love in the endless kiss,
Stirring up flames so fearless,
Faith, believing in the eternal, victorious.
The wonders of His saving grace,
And eternity with endless praise,
Forever and always –
He is the way….
Singing serenity, and precious praise,
Music, harmonizing with the seas of light,
Fading beyond the solace, gentle night,
Song of joy, song so alive –
Revealing the promises of a heart, a soul
Who keeps the stirrings of forever,
Peace and dreams, forever soothing away,
The doubts, the fears, the darkest tears,
Lifting the ache from a heart who might break,
Inviting the melody, a refrain often played,
By moments of grace, inspiration and faith,
Abiding in the way –
His way, His life, His light –
Forever alive, reminding the nights of His smile,
On the sincere prayer, the honest sharing,
The warmth of a sinner’s heart, changed by love,
Changed so it knows – the music of peace,
The miracle of grace and the unending faith,
Beyond every prayer – a beauty so rare,
Faded into the moments, a silence, a promise,
He is the way, the One who I pray –
Never stops forgiving sinners, never stops receiving,
Hearts who could have burned in hell,
Where they could never have felt the love,
Love that survived the worst crime, the worst fear,
Love that is alive, abiding in those who survive…
Because He lives – because He gives…
Mercy and grace, unending compassion,
To every heart who believes, every heart who agrees,
To follow Him through this life – into heaven’s light, where they’ll
forever know the love that completes, love that never dies,
love that truly satisfies!
Line of inquiry:
“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~
we attained God consciousness unblinking”
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I’ve talked to my flowers
I’ve watered, weeded and gathered
roses, lilies, lilacs –
so graceful, yet so real
like summertime, so sincere
petals drenched by morning dew
rising, gentle as the glorious hue
two-toned vision of beautiful and new
fresh cut flowers in gold, red and blue
I’ve chatted with my flowers,
I’ve listened as their tears fell lightly
still as the summer, stirring
feelings like laughter,
I’ve talked to my Father,
as I strolled through His garden
a garden of joy – a garden of glory
His garden holds more hope
more wonder and encouragement,
more light and healing
more grace than opinion
His garden is filled with love
pure adoration, purest form of creation
while the winds whisper through the petals,
collecting songs shaped by the heavens
my heart heals, my love – so real
I’ve talked to my flowers – I’ve talked to my Father
believe me when I say, true love will find a way
His love is the reason I pray, offering up my heart, my praise
Assurance that His love will stay – His love feeds my garden
A garden flooded with peace and grace
A garden created by hope and praise
A garden of joy, a garden of faith – a garden He chose
When He came to show me the meaning of His cross,
A cross that assures me my soul won’t be lost
A cross that reminds me of what love surely cost
A cross that brought me a hope for everlasting –
In His garden, my soul is protected
by the love that comes to life
ending all my strife
stirring my heart to try –
never stop trying – because one day, He’s coming back
on the wings of a love that is forever great
a love that seeks the lost and forgives despite the cost.
Oh, dear Lord… I am still singing Your song
Love is alive and He is my heart’s guide
In His garden, this great love will thrive.
Traveling along country roads for many miles. Early morn's sun blinding my eyes. Outside chill blocked by the internal warmth of the truck and swiftly the miles fly by my eyes.
azaleas in blossom
spring green leaves begin to show....
buzzards circle high
An occasional far spaced farm then homes become closer together indicating
a small rural town. The beauty of spring inspired by man surrounds each home.
Dogwoods in white and some pink adorn their yards. So much pride shown in the surroundings. Passing a country town church sign "Find Hope This Easter".
hope springs in spring
roadside wildflowers flourish....
farmers plant their crops
Grancy greybeard(fringetree) and snowball bush decorate some yards. Such
refreshing species to add interest to our drive. Then we came around our home and down to the creek. I was welcoming the swallows that flew around us as we drove through the grass stirring up bugs. So delighted that they are back. I love their aerial antics and they eat so many bugs. Such a nice ending to my day out.
The gentle kiss of silence
Falling softly against the cool
Earth where hues of hope - in
Light so graceful, embrace
The rich, warm imagination
Stirring up dreams, welcoming
Joy to rise from the ashes of
Yesterday’s pain, still grieving
For the moments when a smile
Erased the doubt, the despair
Promised the heart to listen
To the still, small voice of snowflakes
Tenderly painting each mountain
Each thought – in wonders too
Amazing to ever sacrifice
As nature’s laughter, dancing
With the moon, the stars
The faith that abides in the
Peaceful splendor of an eternity
Where there is more elation
In the silence of a snowfall, dipping
The world in clean, cool flurries
Than in the whispers surviving
Where man’s hand has etched
His expectations, his dreams
His endless needs – into the most
Ordinary moments, taking
Even the silent prayer and leaving
Fingerprints in the rush of crisp air
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