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With Tears and pains
echoing from the drains
We have lived through the ages
Like prisoners tamed in cages
With Strong belief flowing through our veins
That after the hot season comes the rains
With gazes fixed on who is to come
Hope has been intertwined into our norm
Our whole being is dominated by fears
Of falling again and being left in tears
Everyday we cry, we pray and we hope
Because our future is hanging on a rope
We obsess ourselves with the solution
When the problem is in a state of distortion
Is there really any hope for a messiah
As once prophesied by the prophet Isaiah
(c) #PoeticLord#
March 2019
It is Valentine's day and I find myself brooding
as I sift through thoughts both perpetual and
disquieting;
I watch the crowds as they piously enter the card
shop for that sanctimonious day of love and passion
What do I know about love and the hunger games?
Life has sent me a series of boyfriends that go
swifter then they come. Leaving me in transient
motion and rocking frame.
No, I have no reverence for that clamorous day
of cards, blue mascara and silk slips that throne the
bedroom with sensuous hips that swing in fervidness
and lust;
I refuse to be his middle pass. Lost in a disquietude of
feverish resentment I cling to the fantasy of saving
grace and heroes of the past that show amorousness
not with fired loins but through chivalry & courtesy;
Yes, I thirst for the good old days of longitude and time;
The vehemence of my strong belief originates from past
histories that repeat without empathy and give;
No effervescence of full boy will ever claim my heart
except the love of a true one nothing else will do;
In this day and age of texting and sexting, glass tap
messages pale in my arena of love. I'd rather live in a
castle of fairy tales, then in a world of veneration to
to the holy bod and boob.
So on this Valentine day I will part the valance of doubt
and hope that I can find someone who can truly be mine.
Feb 10, 2019
Contest Name: Free Verse On Love
Sponsor: Lu Loo
(Amorousness, Hunger, Thirst, Vehemence, Perpetual
Disquietude, Effervescence, Fervidness, Reverence Veneration)
I'm waking up and rubbing two blinded eyes,
The crispness of the sweet-scented air in whimpering July
Rapidly spreads by a benevolent wind that pleases,
It allows me to discover by intent a sublime reality,
Which is the morning's picturesque beauty:
Does strong belief interfere with a sense of great friability?
Nature can be brutal or pleasant, and yet it can fascinate
Us, when it suddenly embraces each sense to compensate
For the discontent left by a dreamless and unrestful night;
What we hear amid those eerie shadows is the cry of a cricket!
I distinctly revoke such repulsing and unenthralling nights
As I wash their macabre images off with cold, running water;
Is a better day coming, prompting actions that don't falter?
Harm is done when pain is accepted and tomorrow frightens.
In this morning's picturesque beauty, I could lose myself
And wish that dreaming vainly detaches me from grief,
not seeing any delusional mirage on the journey to happiness;
I've expelled the vile demons that made me spew lies!
My present thoughts take me to a distant past that reveals from my busied mind a trail of contrasts. There were three ladies, and I knew them during my early childhood. There was a lady whose name I never knew, but I shall call her Miss MAYBELL. Her demeanor befitted one truly 'holier than thou'. Another lady from my distant past whose name was RENA, and whose
conduct and expressions portrayed her as also 'holier than thou'. Moreover, RENA was flavored with human personality that gave clues that she was indeed a troubled soul, self-centered, and believed that others owed her three hots and a cot in addition to all the free passes she could muster.
What seemed troubling is that I never saw either MAYBELL or RENA smile or laugh. On the contrary, they seemed always angry, and one did not easily place them in the same sentence with the word love. I knew not a friend they ever had, and I suspect if they had enemies, it was of their own creation. Although from him they never learned to love, the only source 0f noble substance that I gained from MAYBELL and RENA is that they had a strong belief in God.
And then there was MARY, out of whose mouth I never heard any mention of God, whether good, bad, or non-existent. But I hasten to say that MARY was most dear and unpretentious. MARY had a heart of love and laughter. My thoughts of MAYBELL and RENA bring nothing of a redeeming value. On the contrary, every thought of MARY brings smiles and inspiration.
050321PS
See Spot Run..
This icon of our education
yes..of youth..but continuing..
The question might be asked:
Was our education ever other
than variations of Spot running..?
Sophistication arrived but
the strong belief of separation:
Spot..and Dick..and Jane
remains.. seemingly implanted
unquestioned and permanently
in what we call our world..
Through the years
some have found discomfort
a hole at the center of
Spot's adventures..
A vague unsettling
blossoming on some days
to sharp fragmentary pain..
In our many searchings
for restoration and fulfillment
might we in some momentary
clarity..see Spot not running
but dissolving into
the light of day...
HOLDER OF THE HEAVENS
religion of love —
the Holder of the Heavens
spurs unity and purpose
the longhouse people
strong belief in afterlife
honored Spirit…lived good life
forever friendships
less crime ~ police force null
embraced Christianity
with brotherly care
the Iroquois weave gardens
enforced with no social caste
prayer and praise to God —
tobacco like incense lifts
with thankfulness...wampum tribe
11/26/2018
Line Gauthier’s Tribute to Native Culture Poetry Contest
References:
prezi.com
http://www.departments.bucknell.edu/environmental_center/sunbury/website/HistoryofIroquoisIndians.shtml
https://iroquoisgroup24.weebly.com/religious-beliefs-and-ceremonies.html
TO JUSTICE WITH LOVE…
Your deceitful tease
and elusiveness
are beyond compare;
your blind promise
has yet proven
that you really care.
How long
must my soul
lowly hang
like strange fruit
dripping trails
of its fallen red juice
behind its every pursuit?
They say
only death rivals
your equanimity—
Fool I was—thinking
such also included me.
I’m taught
to always love
and seek you
everywhere; but
in all my loving
and searching,
I can’t find you
Anywhere.
For me, the warmth
of your sweet bosom
has never been there.
Yet, I shall not wander in vain
nor without a strong belief—that
from your aching judicial loins—
Unfailing faith will bring sweet relief.
In Pursuit of a Desirous Lady…
Your deceitful tease
and illusive behavior
are beyond compare;
your blind promise
has yet proven
that you really care.
How long
must my soul lowly hang
like unbalance strange fruit---
dripping trails of fallen red juice
as I chase you in desirous pursuit?
They say
only death rivals
your equanimity---
fool I was---thinking
such also included me.
I’m taught
to always love and seek
you everywhere; but
in all my loving and searching
I can’t find you anywhere---
For me---
the warmth of your sweet bosom
has never been there; yet
I shall not wander in vain
nor without a strong belief;
knowing audacious faith
will balance my wanton desire---
sending soft sweet music
from the angle’s lyre; and
from your aching judicial loins,
flowing ecstatic relief:
from all the built up painful grief.
Yes, justice must be for all:
Precious Lord, please hear my call.
Hidden in the valleys
Towered by mighty peaks
Lies the church of rejects
The church of those called weak
Those the powerful sent home
Out of strong belief
That they were a contaminant
Not worthy of the Chief
Rejected by mankind,
And seeking hopeful refuge
They travel long and far
To the Church who comforts me and you
They feed them bread and give them wine
And embrace them as they dine
See, the Church of rejects--
Who bear the pain of unacceptance
And watch rejection of the truth--
Is ministered by the one insulted
Humiliated
Murdered
Mutilated
Used as justification for those elected
The very men who cause rejection
Is ministered
By the one and only God above
The giver of light and truth
Adam of Love
barely knew what to put
in black and white
with the Light in his heart
the dark able to look through.
A man of wealth
warmth and tenderness
the precious kernels of his soul.
A smile grew from his ribs
revealing inner rarity and creed.
Nature, his ancestors and his
in nature my Adam
so loving, so caring, so sweet.
Adam of Faith
in his prayers, Allah he never failed
imbued with a stainless strong belief.
Words of God dwell in his feelings
many a time overflowed into tears
reaching out for his deeds.
Adam of my heart
ever my words would me betray
to draw and paint your portrait
magic colours yet didn’t find their way
to meet your beauty
Dad, apple of my soul.
October 2nd, 2018