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Most everyone falls in love with the raw and beautiful.
Whether it be a raspy woman or an evergreen forest.
We free-fall because they're untamed and indifferent.
Bathed in shades of Vincent Green or Pablo blue.
The sable nature of a man is to tame wild things.
The very things that made them unique and free.
We are greedy-want it all for ourselves -all the goodies
Of course, without properly and fully committing.
We poke endless holes in the soil of the evergreen psyche.
Glean oil from the skin of earth-gems from pristine eyes.
We trample the wild petal 'till it finally withers and dies.
The tighter we squeeze freedom, the more freedom flees.
Mother bear devours the roughneck and explorer.
The woman's heart becomes calloused and fleeting.
Her heart bleeds out the blues and the greens.
Like a firefly in peril or a fiery midnight aurora.
Help me, I’m hopeless
Again, I’m feeling distress
You won’t knock me down
By your frown…your frown…
Help me, I’m helpless
Again, I’m feeling like a mess
You don’t need to hurt me so
By your ways of woe…woe…
Stream of tears roll down, down
My eyes…my eyes…I cry aloud
I shake and shake up in this town
Stream of hopes and fears seep through the crowd
Crawling inside my cranium
Is this feeling of numb
Crawling inside my cranium
Is this feeling of dumb
Stream of desires, graces and glories is my cup of rum
Help me, I’m making less progress
Again, I’m feeling too much stress
You won’t drag me down once more
You won’t allow me not to soar by feeling sore
Help me, I’m helpless
Again, I’m feeling like a mess
You don’t need to hurt me so
By your ways of woe…woe…
Stream of tears roll down, down
My eyes…my eyes…I cry aloud
I shake and shake up in this town
Stream of hopes and fears seep through the crowd
Crawling inside my cranium
Is this feeling of numb
Crawling inside my cranium
Is this feeling of dumb
Stream of desires, graces and glories is my cup of rum
You need to relax and be with me, be with me
We melt like wax in the sun of vivacious vanity
It’s a gift or a curse that you’re safe and sound
It’s a miracle or a tragedy in reverse to feel gravity-bound
Help me, I’m feeling too much emotion
Due to the many people and noise around me
I can’t stand the constant commotion
Dealing with feelings that are profound frankly
Help me, I’m helpless
Again, I’m feeling like a mess
You don’t need to hurt me so
By your ways of woe…woe…
Stream of tears roll down, down
My eyes…my eyes…I cry aloud
I shake and shake up in this town
Stream of hopes and fears seep through the crowd
Crawling inside my cranium
Is this feeling of numb
Crawling inside my cranium
Is this feeling of dumb
Stream of desires, graces and glories is my cup of rum
Nostalgic night is barreling in my noggin
I’m taming this fire of desire from within
Feelings of pure calm is worn like lip balm
Upon my ever-shaking, yet gently soft palm
Looking directly ahead, eyes stretched to breaking point, the rider watched with no steering wheel as his huge black, frenzied angry hate fuelled bull charged, bucked, leapt, grunted and attacked the iron barred, immovable barricade.
He flew from the beast. He flew like a rag doll being tossed, and fate decided to use his chest, not his face, to stop his body on the fence. Some of the crowd cheered, some feigned interest, while the internet drugged told of the more exciting and “real life” rides on you-tube.
Crowds of kids imagined there crazed wild rides in their control at the dodgem cars while a new cohort of five year olds had their first buck on a calf in the gladiatorial ring… gates flung open. A huge accepting applause met the first child, the fifth child met a number of disinterested and schedule watching people gauging if they have the time to purchase a pie or beer and not miss the proud horses teased by a rope.
And the horsemen, rounding up, taming the beasts, unfazed by the animal power, the universal anger released by these docile beasts. These horsemen sit quiet, relaxed and yet completely aware of every movement in the cauldron.
The rage, the softly, the loud of the rodeo.
I think true freedom
(the truest freedom)
is to be able to crawl up out of yourself
to realize that only a fraction of the happenings in the universe
are about
you.
Your problem is that you're a light year beyond selfish
wallowed in the mud of yourself for so long
that you abuse yourself with your own mud
stick it so far up inside your vibration
that you
bleed the blame of your self-rape onto others
that's right, you're a self-rapist
and if you continue to self-rape, your soul will bleed out.
You may as well do the noble thing
and not drag anybody into your self-wallow.
Then if you can do that, you have earned the right
to sew a stripe onto your shoulder
and call it self-promotion,
I may even attend the ceremony.
In the meantime, crawl out of your shell
stop kissing your own pearl
pay attention to the suffering of others
Try taming the twirl of their madness.
Snap the hell out of it, bite a happy apple for once.
But you're too damn complex and self-absorbed
to do something that unselfish and simple.
Believing is seeing,
The truth of your being,
While navigating,
This life you are creating.
Investigating its splendor,
We begin to remember,
Who we really are.
Connected even from afar,
Our origins a star,
Traveling trails in the dark.
As a spark, illumination starts,
Creating all the right parts,
Building a work of art,
A masterpiece.
Your beliefs released,
Taming the beast,
Coming into peace,
Ceasing inner conflict,
Without being tricked,
Into believing another view.
Letting them teach you,
What they believe is true,
God gave this life to you,
To believe how you want too,
Loving the gift he has given to you.
Written: September 15, 2023
If This Was The Last Contest Sponsored by: Silent One
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If this was the last, final chance
To partake on an altar of lyric trance
While words weave and wishes wane
A verse contest, a feathery gateway.
Is it glory and notoriety we seek?
To be special, unique
Or to persuade others to speak?
The goal isn't solely to win
But to enhance readership
Reaching souls, affecting hearts
Igniting a blaze, building a loyal rapport.
If this was the last poem for a contest
A bias to those who read my words
I'd cipher zeal, fire, and passion to it
Awe may dazzle minds and souls.
Explore the subject thoroughly
Hidden realms behind-the-scenes
What a poet does is not always obvious
Discover and explain what it implies.
In a contest of words and rhymes
To strive for distinction and shatter the limits
Poetry, my dear friend, is beyond a game
But a vessel for the truth, a taming flame.
Carried out with care and accuracy
The writing reveals passion and mood
The magic is in the words and verse
Share verity using your hidden voice
Poetry can serve as a spark for a fight
To stand up to evil to shed it to light.
If this was the last, may it be the best?
A fitting climax to a wonderful jewel
A nod to the clumsy tale of tenacity
To decipher, we must delve deeply
Consider, gain wisdom, and plunge
A verse spirit, meaning, or nudge.
Do not despair if you lose a contest
The sponsor decides them
With their unique tastes and opinions
This does not jeopardize your poetry
The best poetry is distant and specific
Perspective, emotional mirror.
You still breed with your words
So let us embrace its brilliance
Glory to our brave, untamed words
Write with passion and insight
Poetry serves this aim
To win is lower than freeing one's mind
It's not around fame
But, the unquenchable flame?
Let us rejoice in the beauty and zest
Let us be heard akin to celestial wings
So write with passion and zeal
Allow your words to rise
Don't only focus on winning
But, on the eternal love of creating.
4th place contest winner
December 12 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on James 3-5
Key Verse– James 4:6 But he giveth more grace. Wherefore he saith, God resisteth the proud, but giveth grace unto the humble.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SOURCE OF GRACE
Lord God, You are my Source of grace,
indeed building me for upon Your foundation
Thank You for Your governance of divine direction
Here am I repenting for my boasting and insubordination
I need Your taming toward my virtuous disposition.
Lord God, You are my Source of grace,
indeed protecting me against bitter cursing
Thank You for Your wisdom for my spiritual blessing
Here am I subduing envy and strife so oppressing
I need Your instruction toward my faith that’s well-pleasing.
Lord God, You are my Source of grace,
indeed fighting for me with Your holiness
Thank You for Your friendship, smiting enmity of worldliness
Here am I submitting to Your truth’s steadfastness
I need Your sanctification toward walk of righteousness.
Lord God, You are my Source of grace,
indeed humbling me by Your meekness-uplifting
Thank You for Your compassion with kindness-besetting
Here am I resisting tendency to be complaining and fretting
I need Your forgiveness toward rejoicing after sin-confessing and admitting.
Lord God, You are my Source of grace,
indeed enriching me despite crises-misery
Thank You for Your gift of salvation, rescuing me from hell’s fury
Here am I living to honour You while exalting Your name’s glory
I need Your patience toward triumph against worry.
Lord God, You are my Source of grace,
indeed upholding my commitment
Thank You for Your love that braces me against selfishness’ entrapment
Here am I continuing because of Your empowerment
I need Your favour toward fruit-bearing in my ministry-engagement.
Lord God, You are my Source of grace,
indeed establishing me in Your fellowship
Thank You for Your leadership gearing my followership
Here am I enjoying Your entrusted stewardship midst praise-filled worship
I need Your partnership toward productive discipleship.
December 12, 2023
Before mankind evolved on Earth
or mammals roamed the land
t’was only bugs and dinosaurs
that God had ever planned.
But monkeying around one day
he thought he’d have some fun
and made a man to pass his time,
thus mankind had begun.
But boredom overtook him
nothing changed within his land
so he thought I’ll make a creature
that I cannot understand.
That way I’ll be surprised each day
by how this creature plays
and my boredom will be over
and bring interest to my days.
He named this creature women
but he didn’t get it right
he forgot to give her reasons
why she wasn’t always right.
So God or Man or creatures
could not ever prove her wrong
and now universal language
shares in woman’s nagging tongue.
Its not that I’m complaining
cause it would be just in vain
and anyhow my ear holes
really couldn’t stand the pain.
But my God if you could ever
see your way to tame the shrew
then I’m sure that man would turn from her
and start to worship you!
Ivor G Davies
Love you
Each single day
I do
Doing
My best always
To tame
Taming
My beating heart
To hear
Hearing
Your words, your thoughts
Your life
Living
We twice as well
As one
Oneness
Is a blessing
We Share
Sharing
Is the dictum
Practiced
Practice
Makes perfect, yet
Stays flawed
Our flaws
Teach us lessons
Absorbed
Absorb
Life's examples
Wisely
Wisdom
A lifetime quest
We seek
Seeking
With joy and want
We find
Finding
Is the toughest
Challenge
Challenged
We persevere
Daily
Our days
We live out well
A pair
Us Paired
We emerge strong
We do
19~12~2014
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Contest Name: Mussetle Train
Our soul presence sought to conjure a rhythm,
to dance upon the stage of space and time
but since light refracted in body prism,
mind could not translate the intended chime.
Caged in form, soul yet felt surge of love warm,
accepting contortions of this domain,
befriending silence, thus taming the storm,
with egoic fears and desires to rest lain.
Life as a dream continued to roll on,
so though accepting what will be will be,
presence tweaked heartbeats, with each breath reborn,
melding with the void, joyous and carefree.
Fickle fate has no hold on hearts demure ~
Come what may, stoic spirits will endure