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Part 3
9th Delerium: Emptyness
Water wheels in wastelands... turning,
drowning relics in the slum
Rumpled rags of fashioned burlap... burning,
lit by bandits blind and dumb
Pastured prisons, ponies bridled ... yearning,
forest fairies under thumb
Sounds inside of cauldrons coughing... churning,
blaring bugles, tattooed drum
10th Delirium: Alienation
Rain unravelling, wistfully weeping... falling,
treacle trickling, fickle sky
Mushrooms sprinkled, visions sprouting... sprawling,
seagulls drowning, dolphins die
Rabble gasping, spirits broken... crawling,
lonely lonesome swallows cry
Babbling brooks and breakers ebbing... bawling
puppies paddle, puppets sigh
People passing ripple past me... calling,
rainbow colours, collars high
Chaos seething, lepers looting... stalling,
stealing stallions on the sly
Pencils pausing, scholars scrambling... scrawling,
scratching scribbles, asking why
11th Delirium: Jetsam
Silver sails sway pallid pirates... prowling,
Jolly Rogers, wind and sound
Parrots perching, tattered feathers... fouling,
tethered talons, tied and bound
Shipwrecked foghorns, trumpets stranded... howling,
spiral springs of time unwound
Magic moonlight, shimmers shaking... scowling,
burnt out matchsticks washed aground
Prairie wolfs, coyotes calling... yowling,
witching hours, midnight hounds
Tightrope walkers, grizzlies grunting... growling,
seeking islands, lost and found
12th Delirium: Relief
Slumber shattered, vapours captive... haunting,
chained in mirrors, breaking free
Scarlet skylines, daylight dawning... daunting,
rivers rushing to the sea
Silence softens, sandmen whisper... wanting,
piercing rafters, turning keys
Shadows shudder, notions fluster... flaunting,
moonbeam bullets meant for me
Mind in migraine, meadows trembling... taunting,
sparrows speak in harmony
REAWAKENING
Pitter patter, teardrops paling... pearling,
salting scarves in secret drawers
Mist amongst us, smoke rings rising... curling,
climbing from the ocean floors
See-saw circles, senses swerving... swirling,
swept away with silver oars
Courtyard jesters, sceptres twisting... twirling,
push the past to foreign shores
Passing pangs of passions heaving... hurling,
burning bridges, closing doors
Roses wither, icons waning... whirling,
time decays and time restores
End
You're walking out the front entrance
Leaving work behind you
Forgetting the hustle of the day
Looking forward to a quite drink
Chilling out
In your
Soft
Comfy
Favourite
Chair
Staring into an open fire
Being carried away with the beat of the music
When all of a sudden
You're startled
By the thundering crackling
Sound from the exhaust
Of a oversized shinny motor bike
A leather cladded rider dismounts
Blocking your path
As you stand stunned & glued to the spot
The rider comes up to your face
Through a tinted visor on a black helmet
You hear a soft gentle familiar voice saying
Put this on and let's go
All your fears flash in front of you
But your censors say your safe
You allow this gentle giant
To carefully place the open face helmet over your head
Slowly secure it under your chin
Hands you some wrap around sun glasses
Without a word
The rider shows you how to
Comfortably mount a bike
Indicates you to wait until he is on
Gives you the nod
As you mount the bike
Cuddle into the rider
looking over his right shoulder
Smelling & feeling the leather on your bare skin
As you clasp your hands together
Around the stomach of the rider
The bike starts
Startled by the noise you jump
And thrusted back as we take off
Slowly through the main street
Slow down even more for the school zone
Swerving
Swaying
Dodging
In and out
Of the afternoon traffic
Leaving the bottle neck behind
With the confusion and worry
Hitting the open road
Winding the throttle wide open
The purring of the pipes
Echoing off on coming cars
The thumping of the motor
Rising up through the seat
The wind caressing your face
As we brake hard and throw
The bike down into a left hand lean
Around the corner in one motion
Pick the bike up and throw down
Into a right hand corner
Dancing
Up
Down
And around
Up the hill onto the flat
Surrounded trees
The afternoon sun strobing through the trees
Behind the trees
In the paddocks
Prancing
Dancing
Meres and foals
Back into town
Where I stop at your place
I dismount
Extend my hand to help you off
Lovingly remove your helmet
Tie it on the sissy bar
Jump on the bike
With a crack from the pipes
The engine roars
Burning the tar with my back tyre
Leaving you standing in the cutter
Dumbfounded
Bewildered
Tingling
Laughing and smiling
Dear mom,
Tonight I went to a party, and I followed your advice.
About how drinking and driving was naughty, and definitely unwise.
So I opted for soda instead mom, because I knew that you were right.
Tonight I felt amazing, because I followed your advice.
Maybe my friends planned on getting hammered, but I decided to think twice.
I followed your words of wisdom mom, and couldn't help but feel accomplished.
Because even if my friends were drinking, my morals wouldn't be demolished.
Tonight I decided to leave mom, as quickly as I could.
To make it back before midnight, just like you said I should.
Other people left too mom, but didn't listen like I did.
Everything was fine mom, until that driver came about.
Swerving and sliding, and hitting me like I was nothing more than a cloud.
The shattering sound of glass was distant, but I knew that we had crashed.
All because another driver decided it was okay to drive smashed.
I'm halfway through the windshield, the smell of blood is potent.
There are voices all around, mom, but I just can't seem to focus.
My life just flashed before me, a whirlwind of scenes and thoughts.
But the biggest thing I can think of now is how the driver knew 'x' marked the spot.
I hear the officers talking, they don't try to be quiet at all.
They say what a pity it is, because I'm the one who will take the fall.
I don't understand mom, exactly where I failed?
I listened, obeyed, yet here I am; halfway through and impaled.
They're saying he was drunk mom, too drunk to understand.
And maybe when he wakes up, he'll become a different man.
They're saying I probably won't make it. That my chances are very slight.
My eyes are growing heavy mom, I'm going to lose this fight.
I just can't comprehend it mom, why do I have to pay?
He's the one who drank and drove and decided to irrationally behave.
My eyes are starting to close, and the world is turning grey.
But before I go mom, there are some things I need to say:
First off mom, you were right, about driving while impaired.
All rational thoughts go out the window, all lives impacted by despair.
I love you more than anything, and I'm sorry this is how it ends.
Tell them all my story mom, make them think again.
Amidst distractions
he’s simply focused
minding his business
so special to him
yes, his bathing spree…
With mirth-filled freedom
he enjoys sans fuss
such hygienic feat
making himself clean
unmindful of me…
Confronted by mindfulness’ enjoyment
I’m resolved for functional settlement
Thankful to God for every blest moment
Optimizing His rich grace endowment.
Choosing to be joyous is my heart’s goal
With peace prevailing over mind and soul
Blissful present engaging welfare whole
Triumphant in fulfilling every role.
Thus, I pray with faith
trusting the Saviour
for our special child
who in his stature
is a great blessing…
While smiting spasm
gripping his movements
he zooms with wheelchair
praising the Lord Who
is mindful* of him.
Possessing a cheerful now perspective
Illumined for Christ’s divine directive
I stay in my ministry objective
Serving with ardor to be productive.
Propped wisely with “today-orientation”
My spirit claims its maximization
Propelled by Holy Spirit’s direction
Jubilant to fulfill designation.
Conscious of schedule
I’m still flexible
with time so precious
for Bible stories
my boy delights in.
Thus, may God forbid
my swerving away
from blest mindfulness
He’s involved me with
Since HE is my life.
*Psalm 115:12 The LORD hath been mindful of us: he will bless us…
June 12, 2021
7th place, "MINDFULNESS" Poetry Premier Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 6/13/2021.
Squalidness—Squabbling squeamishly;
Scrutinizing stigmatized scandalization, substantially scarce
Sprightliness...skeptically surrendering
Shamefully—Scolded sardonically;
Snarling splenetically, severing sensibility, scowlingly simmering
Strenuously...sought survival
Sparring—Sinister sisters;
Seductively swiveling soreness, sarcastically snared, swirling
Storms...sporadically striking
Slowly—Sacrificing stories;
Scorching slanderous subversiveness, suffering suffocation
Senselessly...smoldering serendipity
Sinfully—Silent stranger;
Sneaking skillfully staring
Presumptuously—Pursuing pretentiousness;
Promises protruding pithiness,
Potential problems...penetrating
Frantically—Forsaken fantasizes foresee;
Different Man Flourishing...
Suspiciously—Supplication solicited;
Subjectively settling, storms subdue, spontaneously subsiding
Surprisingly...sanctuaries submerged
Sobriety—Soaked scathingly;
Staleness spun savagely, strangely straying, sprung
Scourging...southern spiral
Suddenly—Solitude strangling;
Shallow significants seedily surrounds scrupulousness, slumbering
Spitefulness...shunning sympathy
Systematically—Struggling swiftly;
Skulking shadows slithering, seized sanity, seething
Stragglers scrapping...smuggling
Supposedly—Soberness swarming;
Sunrises selectively swerving, sunsets scattering
Emotionally—Erraticism encouraged;
Enduring essential enemies,
Equivocal excursions...escalating
Hereupon—Heretics hushed hereafter;
Different Man Henceforth...
Relentlessly—Reaping ramifications;
Remorsefully relapsing regrettably, resentful realization recognizing
Reflection...refusing reality
Condescendingly—Condemning contradictions;
Cautiously concealing contortions, conducting contrived conniptions
Conscientiously...capricious consciousness
Arrogantly—Acquiring awareness;
Ignorantly ignoring ideologies, deceitful dramatic disagreements
Transpire...transitioning transgressions
Occasionally—Ostracizing occurs;
Overthinking orchestrates overreactions, obsessively obtaining optimization
Brazenly—Begged, blindingly became;
Different Man Behindhand...
Cont…”Bill Jump in my car it’s closer!” Bill was just a step behind Brick as they hurdled
over the tape barrier and raced to Brick’s car.
“You got it pardner! Don’t stop or I’ll be in your hip pocket! Brick got
to the driver’s door first and Bill had all he could do to get in and slam the door as Brick
swerved into the traffic, got the siren blaring with the blue lights bubbling off the hard top.
The tires squealed hell bent for rubber for about three seconds down Walters Ave before
they pulled a u-turn and headed one eighty out. “Sorry ‘bout that, Brick hollered, “I caught
a glimpse of the perp jumping off the side rail and headed back in this direction!”
“Okay thanks for the warning!", Bill yelled back as he hoisted himself up the seat with
the strap handle while trying to scan for the outlaw.
About that time, Brick swerved around a trash truck, jumped a median and throttled it up
another street.
“Say Brick, I’ve been meaning to ask you..you got a driver’s license or a
facsimile thereof?!” “Huh? What the hell’s a license?! Hey I think he crossed over into that
alley behind Stogey’s”, Brick yelled as he spun the steering wheel hard
bobbing and crunching the car over another median and power skidding the swerving squad
car back on course. Bill had all he could do to keep his head from smashing into the
headliner above the visor.
“Smooth, Brick! Smooth! You been practicing eh?! Sorry about my head denting
Your roof!” he quipped while searching the streets for the fugitive.
“Hey no problem he yelled over the roaring engine and skidding tires, you can fix
It later!… I’m nice like that!”
“Is that the alley up ahead, Brick?”
“Yeah that’s it!” “Lemme off here and I’ll cover this end of it!”
“Right! I’ll spin around the other end and we”ll put the squeeze on him!” Brick
Screeched to an almost stop as Bill scrambled out, un shouldered his 9mm and
ducked inside a doorway. He peeked around the corner to see Brick already
veering around the corner all sirens and blinking lights…(to be cont…)
The glossy lamp-posts,
like the tremulous stars and awakening stars,
light up one by one with a click;
and with incredible manifestation
they announce a spectacular sunset
to impatient and eager lovers...
lost in profound contemplation,
feeling the urge of improvisation!
Serenity descends on the white crushing waves...
to conceal the ablaze horizon with indignation;
will this splendor incite the writer's inspiration,
whose simple words, with elaborate insight,
can console the painters' hearts
when they lack inner inspiration?
Already the conspiring fire-flies seem frantic,
they cautiously search the grass by the tall pine-tree:
to plan a night of mystery,
and to adorn the fragrant air with magic!
There are no lush hills or
snow-capped mountains
to ward off the unpredictable ocean,
or the unguarded sky so prone to invasion;
a sky that harbored the cowards' madness!
They came forward, with full force,
to bring down the impressive Twin Towers;
symble of wealth, of power...
of brother-hood and unity!
They came to kill with hideous minds...
to destroy thousands of innocent lives:
but our selfless,fallen heroes
have made us stronger,
and we are still free!
Even when the weather is unkind
and helpless flowers are swept away by a gelid wind,
snow and rain still embellish, with fine decor,
Manhattan's magnificent sky-line;
and Lady Liberty,weeping,
still welcomes to her thriving shore:
the freedom-seeker and the dream-maker...
so immensely grateful and widly smiling!
The spectacular sky-crapers
can hardly breathe
among those limited spaces;
ask the laborious builders
with sun-tanned faces!
They were the ones fighting off sweat and heat'
waiting to behold,with pride
and rewarding hard-ship,
their ingenious work before the applauding
and cheerful elite!
With beauty and gloominess around,
to spark the writer's inspiration,
this unsteady hand jots down
vague words swerving on the straight lines,
to conceive his defination,
which one day will be repudiated with disguise
by literati's own interpretation!
Everybody’s destiny is the dirt
Only question is:
Who’s gonna get buried first
Everybody’s last trip is into the earth
Only question is:
Who’s gonna leave away first
Each decision you make
carries a lot of weight
Some seem big, real important ...
some seem small, of no significance
But a ticket number is assigned to each one;
the larger the number, the longer the days
Yet, someone has to pull the short straw
Fate and chance —
wrong house ... wrong party ... wrong dance
One wrong decision,
and the Reaper with the grim look
got a sickle ready to sever you from the Vine
Man-made design or Divine —
wrong café ... wrong table ... wrong choice of wine
But the decision you made today was a close call,
God’s mercy lengthened your short straw
Another day given,
a delayed encore to the morality play
More time extension
to examine your life, and change some things
But somebody got a purchased ticket
to get sent away
Everybody’s destiny is the dirt
Only question is:
Who’s gonna get buried first
Everybody’s final destination
is six feet under the earth
Only question is:
Who’s gonna arrive there first
Crossing the line of right and wrong
never meant much to some
Swerving back and forth in life like a drunk
But today wasn’t a good day to drive;
if you had stayed sober, you might still be alive
Bad decision on your part,
now there’s a widow with children
crying out their heart
And you over there playing them gangster games,
flashing the gun, taking other people things
Ill gotten gain now in your coveted possession
Today you were granted your death wish obsession
You ran across somebody with a bigger gun,
who had an even bigger anger itch to kill someone
Terrible decision you made,
put your bullet-riddled body in a pauper’s grave
Everybody’s destiny is the dirt
Only question is:
Who’s gonna get buried first
Everybody’s gotta ticket paid for
by their sinful deeds on this earth
Only question is:
Who’s gonna get their’s punched first
December 2 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Timothy 1-2
Key Verse– 2Timothy 1:1 Paul, an apostle of Jesus Christ by the will of God, according to the promise of life which is in Christ Jesus.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY PROMISE-CERTAINTY
Lord God, You are my promise-Certainty,
ever timely in Your grace-bestowment
Thank You for guarding me against service-impediment
Greatly granting my optimum joy-fulfillment
As You increase my faith by Your Word’s nourishment.
Lord God, You are my promise-Certainty,
ever faithful in stirring up my spirituality
Thank You for pardoning me of confessed iniquity
Greatly propping up my devotion by Your calling’s intensity
As You direct my walk for righteousness-verity.
Lord God, You are my promise-Certainty,
ever fervent in Your holiness-fire
Thank You for turning me away from vain desire
Greatly refreshing my soul against frustration-mire
As You impart to my mind knowledge Your require.
Lord God, You are my promise-Certainty,
ever powerful for my strengthening
Thank You for making me endure hardness of good soldier training
Greatly helping my stewardship along labour-gaining
As You commend my faithfulness by Your compassionate reigning.
Lord God, You are my promise-Certainty,
ever omnipotent in Your transforming function
Thank You for assuring me Your eternal salvation and glorification
Greatly propelling my zeal in Your will’s perfection
As You shield my testimony from carnality-corruption.
Lord God, You are my promise-Certainty,
ever gracious for my heavenly striving
Thank You for keeping me in Your favourable approving
Greatly refining my virtues of values’ carving
As You brace my truth’s foundation without swerving.
Lord God, You are my promise-Certainty,
ever loving in Your kindness
Thank You for guiding me toward ministry-effectiveness
Greatly upholding my obedience along Your instruction’s steadfastness
As You bless my commitment with Your goodness.
December 2, 2023
Watching the Perseids
Each year August eleven to thirteen
We fly through a cloud of comet dust
In those few days
Watching skyward patient in the dark
Shooting stars can be sporadically seen
Without warning and at random
Smaller or larger streaks of light
Blaze fast across the sky and then are gone
I love watching the Persieds
Lying alone in a dark grassy field
If clouds permit to gaze up at the stars
Recognising old friends
The Bear, Polaris, Cassiopeia
Trying to stay vigilant
For those unearthly wonderful flashes
As earth hoovers comet dust at fantastic speed
Some of the brightest ones burn red and gold
Even swerving in their smoking paths
Others straight pure and silver
No two ever the same
They say the same of snowflakes and it is actually true
For a fraction of a second
The sky rips brightly then falls dark again
Only memory gives time to think
On that brief light and form that lived and died
Was it even real or just imagined
I must wait to see another…
I guess our lives are like those shooting stars
From the cold eye of deep time
Our birth and death seem instantaneous
Only a high speed camera would resolve
Changes in hue and path and luminance
That from perspective of a grain of dust
Feel like a lifetime
I saw one shooting star that did not move
Just quickly grew in brightness then was gone
Predicted by geometry sometimes
Meteorites come straight towards you
Not moving left or right across the sky
It might have even hit me
If not combusting in our shield of air
How many human hearts have I burned up
Which flew as arrows straight toward my own?
Pristine unpierced and cold I lie alone
Staring in darkness at the sky
Insects from the nighttime grass
Make forays on my skin
Before they too are brushed away
But I can’t leave - till I see just one more
Bright signature of fire across the sphere
In this unbroken darkness,
Even the familiar stars
And planets looking back at me
Leave me always alone and incomplete
14 Aug 2022