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Jesus was beginning His Jerusalem trip
now getting close to Bethphage village
He sent two disciples ahead to go there
giving them instructions for this early stage
They would find a colt tied never been ridden
untie it and bring it here to me as I've said
if someone asks why say the Lord needs it
but will afterwards send it back to its stead
So the disciples did as they were told
everything exactly to a tee even what was asked
when they answered Jesus they were let go
they returned to Jesus having done his task
As the disciples showed Jesus the colt
throwing their cloaks upon it for Jesus to sit
now as a real symbolic action of submission
they threw their cloaks on the road to be fit
Everyone now shouted Hosanna to the Messiah
as He entered Jerusalem hearing their acclaim
but a week later they would shout crucify Him
even here God's son they would cast the blame!
(The Triumphal Entry
Now when they drew near to Jerusalem, to Bethphage and Bethany, at the Mount of Olives, Jesus sent two of his disciples and said to them, “Go into the village in front of you, and immediately as you enter it you will find a colt tied, on which no one has ever sat. Untie it and bring it. If anyone says to you, ‘Why are you doing this?’ say, ‘The Lord has need of it and will send it back here immediately.’” And they went away and found a colt tied at a door outside in the street, and they untied it. And some of those standing there said to them, “What are you doing, untying the colt?” And they told them what Jesus had said, and they let them go. And they brought the colt to Jesus and threw their cloaks on it, and he sat on it. And many spread their cloaks on the road, and others spread leafy branches that they had cut from the fields. And those who went before and those who followed were shouting, “Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord! Blessed is the coming kingdom of our father David! Hosanna in the highest!”
And he entered Jerusalem and went into the temple. And when he had looked around at everything, as it was already late, he went out to Bethany with the twelve.)
Mark 11: 1-11(esv)
The fervent, abiding sun
mirrors the gallant, coarse grass.
An alluring, charming tree
is threaded with a fine thread
of a stork.
Living in the moonless night
an unflinching spell of life
and caressing it, it will be
absolutely ecstatic.
An ardent spring of a glowing,
luminous lamb
dresses a triumphal tomorrow.
A grievous , weeping nightingale
fades in a deluge,
dense knoll.
The violet, crimson goal
stays in a passionate,
light mound.
Joyous, stoneless days
gleam unquestionably.
A bluebird unfurling its wings
like petals may cross
the blissful , tidal creek.
A valiant swallow never
succumbs to a permanent fire.\
An unfettered, unbounded
chrysanthemum grins
with bliss.
The phoenix blossoms like .
an enchanted rivulet.
We witnessed a wedding
of Groomed BridePassion,
Yanged Yintegrity
Groomed co-enlightened strengths
in cooperative economic space
with Bridal co-empowering flow
through sacred inter-generational time
Throughout each organically wedded network
explodes summer's green emphatic climax,
ripe
hot
wet triumphal passions
Yet also witnessing Earth's impending
imploding winter dormancies,
EarthMother's cold
barren
dystopian Anthropocene.
We witness
Not this day,
but before
and after,
We wait
in darkening valleys of cooperative silence,
surrounded in this sacred place
by green-blue mountains
screaming grooms embriding restless slumber
to give a new rebirth
of organically permaculturing ecstasy
passion
co-passion
co-intelligent compassion
All this green
and transubstantiating sky-blue ecstasy
of deeply poetic license,
romantic licentiousness,
exotic pansexual deliciousness
Not groomed as a secondary backdrop
for this late summer's labored wedding
of co-invested GroomNature
and BrideSpirit
Here and Now
a primal foreground
conjoining Earth's Wholy Open
green systemic communion
Bride-groom
valley-mountain
yin-yang
wu-wei balance
after foreground
reverse foretelling
paradox fortuning
fortressing this reconceiving
of EarthTribe's wedded passions
Politically powerful
economically nutritional
socially nurturing ecological
transensory bicameral
brided-groom intelligence
About what co-passions remain sacredly possible
Including, of course,
green cooperative healthy values,
but also finding win/win opportunities
in diseased and wounded disvalues
as uneased Yang grooms,
midst this trembling mountainous Anthropocene,
rewed Yintegral brides
Timeless
indigenous
ecofeminist wisdom
surrounded by capitalized health risks
yet also restorative justice opportunities
green as Vermont's swelling
summer climax of fertile blessings
grace
doing Us cooperatively
our AnthropoScenic selves
Witnessing this co-passion play,
our naturally enspirited
EarthTribal Matrimony.
Adventurous mariners have sailed the seas for centuries past.
Their fortunes, their very lives upon God's mercies were cast.
Alone and miniscule upon the vast expanses of the sea,
God's protection from the raging waves was their fervent plea.
The shrieking winds roil the seas into billowing waves,
That have, alas, doomed many souls to watery graves.
There to await Gabriel's beckoning, triumphal call,
And shed the tattered remnants of their sepulchral pall.
When stormy seas make reaching port seem so slim,
Even the most courageous crew will put their trust in Him.
With His steadfast hands upon the wheel, overseeing navigation,
From the perils of the sea, He will be their sole salvation.
Ah, to view a glorious sunset on an occasional sea serene.
Only the Master Artist can depict such a splendid scene!
But with the merest breeze the whitecaps begin to form.
Could this be the precursor of another dreadful storm?
'Tis truly awe-inspiring hearing the rolling breakers roar,
As they rush from afar, battering the tranquil shore.
Tho' foolish man endeavors to control things by decree,
Only He Who rules over all, can calm the restless sea!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
River Line
A creek has no commemoration
River of life, river of living
Inner beauty shines through the clear flow
Vast waves clashing away obstacles
Earth arcane creation God has made
Relax to the sounds of triumphal hymn
Shameless reflection no transgression
Beautiful bayou that flows sin downstream
Even fear fades through the muddy rapid
A praise as the waves craves the blessed land
Unweeded bright blue shores frames-I do’s
Translate sounds to the heaven halos
Yet! The river’s filled with remembrance
A herald announced the joyous news that a king was to visit my hometown!
Jerusalem was abuzz anticipating seeing a royal king wearing a regal crown!
I could visualize his majesty arriving on a prancing Arabian steed,
Or being borne upon a lavishly bespangled camel of exceptional breed!
I'd also heard that kings were borne in magnificent coaches gilt with gold,
And that with great pomp and blaring trumpets their procession was foretold!
This I wanted to see so I joined the milling throng and got a curbside seat.
Thousands of jubilant celebrants lined both sides of the city's dusty street!
"Here He comes!" shouted the crowd! "Hosanna In The Highest!" they cried!
I strained my neck hoping to see a king clad in purple robes, a nations pride!
The crowd spread their cloaks and waved palm fronds along the mews.
Shouting "Hosanna To Christ The King! The promised Messiah of Good News!"
This king wore a simple gown and rode a donkey for His transportation!
(A prophet, Zecharia, said He'd ride one for this triumphal celebration!)
As he passed I fell to my knees! He looked directly at ME, smiled and waved!
From that moment I became His disciple; straight paths for me He has paved!
The man next to me said, "This Man, this King, was born in a stable cave,
And that of His power to heal the ailing, blind and lame He freely gave!"
Unlike earthly kings He even promised eternal life for a sinner like me!
From this day forward I will forever follow that Good Man from Galilee!
Robert L. Hinshaw
TRANSIT GLORIA
turning surreal
blooming
imaginative
yet vintage
& compelling in loftiness
an influx
of euphoria
triumphal
yet unbowed
such contemporary
polemics
in
joyful shrieks
an embellishment
to reward & reinvigorates
yet
a contentious dream
obscure & curious
in an
endless
procession
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
The Tether of Our Souls
People who plant the great oak trees
will never live to see the wonderful,
cool shade it will provide.
You see this act is not for only oneself,
but for all, a triumphal tribute
allowing all things to survive.
These acts of kindness,
the tether of our souls,
bring the ultimate reward
to so many branches,
it is wondrous to behold.
This gift to nature and mankind
comes from an unsullied origin,
a purity that resonates
through all things that are intertwined.
Soothing the soul of the source
will linger forever,
but it's the roots, limbs and leaves,
that bind us all together.
1.
My Valentine, how you do shine,
your kisses taste of love’s own wine,
you are the love on which I dine.
In eternal grace, a song is sung,
once again love’s bell has been rung,
by love’s stinger, I have been stung.
It comes from the lips of an angel,
the sweet kiss that loves can foretell,
stand before me, down in the dell.
Our song is love, the eternal dream,
within my mind, you are love’s theme,
you are ever my love supreme.
Our song is from a heart of gold,
the wondrous story that is told.
2.
The wondrous story that is told,
a passion that has come from old,
you are the heart that e’er runs gold.
It is your heart that shines so bright,
you are love’s dream throughout the night,
you take me to the highest height.
Your heart does sing triumphal praise,
you are beauty before my gaze,
in all my dreams, you do amaze.
Sing love’s song and my fire shall light,
forever, your star shall shine bright,
my beloved, sing in our night.
I take your hand, our story told,
it makes our hearts once more run gold
3.
It makes our hearts once more run gold,
our hearts weep joy, our story told,
for your sweetheart, my love is sold.
My soul fills with light when you sing,
what love, to my heart, you do bring,
now, you are my everything.
You are beauty, you are glory,
what joy within our love story,
you are ever love’s victory.
Eyes bright, full of love they do shine,
our love does sing, my Valentine,
in love’s desire, we both do dine,
In love’s endeavour, we are bold,
to you, my heart, I have sold.
4.
To you, my heart, I have sold,
in the joy of love, a heart beats bold,
my soul is light, glory foretold.
My love, Diane, your beauty sings,
your eyes shine bright, what joy love brings,
we two do fly on golden wings.
I fall into their depths, my love,
now, you shall ever be my dove,
our love is wonder, high above.
Share in my passion, my deep desire,
shine on, my love, light my heart’s fire,
I play for you, an angel’s lyre.
My beloved, take me to Mars,
as we hear love’s thousand guitars,
COMMONPLACE VI
Off beam,along the circles rim then
a creative impulse on the spur of
the moment drops of poetic essence
spontaneous and prolific from the
workings of the heart to distil into
another’s mind.A painting with
words uttered one by one an
experience of the wind &rain
of ordinary life.This intimate
invitation to stroll within &
behind the veil,’neath inspiration’s
triumphal arch,there to share and
participate in the raw reality of the
creative drive of another.A vision
enhanced by mutual experience
of each.One thing leads to another,
translating awareness of new &
deeper meaning.Time germinates
the empathy orchestrates the
chords as together we explore
new world’s of the poetic.
From Retrospective a commonplace book 2009
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro