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Far from You
Live far, autumn is my life, your summer is the sky, sunny life
Just give me silence, and feel you close, give hope to a poor heart
From far I want your closeness, be my heart, and give me love
Your hand is the way, I want to walk in your street; hand in hand for
I am here for you, far away…, but loving you, I am blind to you
Please destroy the dark clouds in front of my eyes, your light is my truth
Far from you is painful suffering, but the hope of love projecting you
Only you, no one else, my heart says my way to life comes from you
My hope is full
I believe you
Only in you
A heart is beating
Still far from you
No mirror shows reflection
were it not for light and
dark, that which surrounds
and enfolds us, warms and
chills our inner – the deeper
degrees of being. Numbers,
weights and scales are our own
inventions, for God keeps no such account,
seeing only, who walks in with
us, and how we arrived –
Our internal image charged
by those oscillating fuels of love
and hate; spoken and driven~the
engines moving us forward
and back as a humanity...can stall at
the foot of a mountain, or on a one-way
bridge – gleams that never find
a return channel to steadier stars,
unable to escape the firmament-gravity
of super-glued ego –
Lust for Power, jealousies, need to control
others and all else in our environments,
are some of the Balls And Chains we
sing about, rhyme and push our poetry,
while leaving our souls trailing behind –
True Soul-life, not only sentient feelings, but
the spirit body of God appealing to us, from out
the mist of our wanderings, longing for conscious
reunion –
My day-to-day life is pretty routine.
With the rest of the world, I blend in.
There’s a side of me that no one has seen.
It’s quite a story… where do I begin?
I know that it may be hard to believe,
But it began when I was very young.
From the start, it was easy to deceive.
I was a little hyper and high-strung.
I may have gotten away with a lot
Because I was the youngest of them all.
But to the bullies, I gave what I got.
The bigger they are, the harder they fall.
I know that it’s not much of an excuse,
But my siblings would always pick on me.
So, I learned psychological abuse
And tormented all of my family.
I would steal many of my siblings’ toys,
Knowing I probably wouldn’t get blamed.
The stuffed ones, I would completely destroy,
And I never felt the least bit ashamed.
As I got older, it did become hard
To hide what I’d ultimately become.
I buried everything in the back yard.
If they were ever found, I’d just play dumb.
But, no one ever discovered the truth.
I got away with it all of these years.
From just a little puppy in my youth
To a full-grown dog that nobody fears.
Commit to me the art of you and I will be alone
See to me you are the light and I will be blind
Rejoice in me your very soul for I cannot atone
That in the very faith you hold, I knew not any kind
A flower bent with broken root, a pretty sight still
As naked night is veiled sight, this I am to you
The happy fear laughed away is a nervous shrill
Echoed in the heart of you, abounds within me too
So drain my thought and make me straight, and you will be thrown
Into a gale of rememberings, there will we be found
Again another knowing known, a screening show shown
Predictable enlightenment in repetition bound
Please make this truth the truest, and lies the first I heard
Please take me to a garden wild, and lose me in the fray
Please find me scarred wanting more, whisper me that word
Love and love and love again, my dark and light of day
If there were a diagram of my life's journey,
it would begin in The Southern United States;
and crossing the mighty Mississippi River,
proceed North and slightly East for about 600
miles.
After some 5 years, it would then point further
North but slightly west for about 100 miles.
One year later, career circumstances would then
force a return to the point from which it last came.
After another year, the lines would then portray a Southern
turn back to the point where my life began. Another 4
years would pass, and the line would then point straight
West for some 2000 miles to the Pacific Ocean.
After a stint of 8 years there, the diagram would proceed North
and slightly East for about 100 miles. After a long duration
of 36 years there, the line would about-face and show a
return all the way back to my Southern roots. Who knew?
This navigational diagram had no prior dream of pursuing
such a course, but life happened and a Divine Plan unfolded.
I went along for the ride. There were some difficult navigational
twists and turns, high tides, and troubled seas. There were good
times and bad times, fires, quakes, flooding, and perfect storms.
But what could be a final landing has proven to be a God encounter.
Through the journey on life's highway, I have learned the truth
of God's word which says, "In their hearts, humans plan their
course, but the LORD establishes their steps". *
012523PSCtest, Pick-A-Title, Vol 34. Edward Ibeh
Title choice: Navigating Through Life's Highway.
*Proverbs 16:9. NIV
As you chase the melting mirage in the desert storm
I look at your evasive eyes permanently petrified,
see the void vision fixed in the personal frame.
As the shroud of devious dust spreads on sneaky you,
you wane in the waste land,
like the shrivelled shadow of the skeletal tree,
green once, but I know, you've lost your roots,
turned into a stubborn wooden entity.
Layer on layer the dubious design of deception
morphs into motif of masquerade mask,
the chameleon skin fashions your face
with the smoke screen, I can't see through.
The epitome of pretense creates the cloak of charade,
thwarts the rays of reality,
so, you make obscure onyx world of your own,
don't discern you turn into an ambiguous antique,
but I know, for I walk in the museum of masked people.
You build the bastion of enveloping emptiness
of abysmal abyss of your vagabond valley,
no window opens on the secluded sapphire sky.
The eradicated sunburst sequined sense
doesn't illumine your insipid isolation.
Your fixated mind remains fossilized in dark dereliction,
becomes slate slice of starless night.
You don't know why all the dreams disappear,
but I know, no rainbow ribbon wraps
your remote opaque heart,
for an obstinate object you become.
The ubiquitous vivacity ingrained in every story
gets the dormant light of the absolute truth,
yet each one is a tree on the thicket of diversity,
each one is a flower in the garden of plurality.
The seventh kingdom sings that he was a drop of gold
Who fell from the sky of golden sunlight to earth so cold
Dragons brought that drop to their caves thousands of years old
It grew into a gold child who shone for all to behold
A white dove baptised him, and brought him back to the blue
He received the glory of heaven’s sunlight as he flew
The eighth kingdom proclaims that a cloud wrapped round a rock
A young man broke out of the rock with white flames that could talk
He held a dagger and torch as doves came as a flock
The doves from the cloud cared for him as he began to walk
He received glory and power as candles were lit
Lit by man celebrating that the ancient rock was split
The ninth kingdom sings that from the nine muses, one left
She flew to a high mountain to think about the bereft
She desired her body whom none can take by theft
As a lone virgin, she birthed a son whom the angels blessed
Every angel sang hymns to nourish him with glory
And went to the waters to save men from purgatory
The tenth kingdom sings that the son came from the sun god
Who loved a white cloud and dropped a pearly tear as a prod
The cloud opened and gave a child, and the sun did laud
And the child received glory. This is what they all applaud
And the kingdom sings that the child fell as pouring rain
To the waters of the earth to ease humanity’s pain
The eleventh says that he was born with vile power
Born from a father who desired his precious flower
The plant opened its petals and became a vower
It vowed to take its sole offspring to a tomb to cower
An angel dressed in white roses came and cared for him
And through the angel, he came to a lake filled to the brim
The twelfth kingdom sings that he came from the moon and sun
He was cared for and nourished in the heights as a loved one
He was bathed in power and bright glory as the son
He soon rained down into sparkling waters as should be done
But in the shimmering truth, he was above those two
Who came to save pearls, using the shining boats to get through
Actions may speak louder than words
but an action missed didn’t occur,
if from start to finish
it was never witnessed
evidence is of the thinnest
it’s you that did begin this
it’s just your word
you making sound
when you’re heard
no truth is found
nothing was noticed
until they noticed you
when you’re in focus
saying words untrue
you began this
when you accused
a disadvantage
you will lose
what they did
they wouldn’t do
you sound stupid
no one’s amused
so the interaction
their harmful action
doesn’t factor
or even matter
you’re the trouble
that their aware of
the more you struggle
the more you’re sweared off
you are the victim
shouting abuse
you are inflicting
bad attitude
words are spoken
truth sees a twist
the can is opened
respond with a fist
Decided to speak poetry
Words are painful
To not be hurt
Thought to be friends
Not to be in pain
Guess the revelation is not that powerful
To be terrified is understandable
Frightened too
Guess the Divine needs to convey
To transfer the truth
Certain women are having difficulty
Read their stories
Where is your compassion?
Did you not feel it too?
Higher power is you
Those women had, are having difficulties
Told the Divine not to be powerful
Mad or angry
Don’t be
The unborn are suffering inside
Women
Ladies
Mother
Can’t bear seeing her child suffering
Thought Humans needs to mirror the Divine
Ended unborn suffering
Tell Higher power the unborn are safe in heaven
The Divine wants to give women chance/choice to save themselves
Have pity on them
Population needs to hear the truth
To understand, discern, comprehend
To live harmoniously, peacefully
Calling the Divine
Hear the population
Unborn, living are suffering
Tell Higher power the truth
Written: 06172020
Poetry form: Dramatic Monologue
He blessed me with hope
When my feelings told me
I didn’t have a chance
That misery was my condition
And I’d never see the wisdom
Of giving from my heart
A part of my kindness and grace
Knowing that my prayers
Would somehow bring my faith
All the assurance that I needed
To just let go and keep believing
He blessed me with courage
When I wasn’t feeling very strong
Almost like I was completely wrong
And didn’t have a leg to stand on
Because my heart was weak, so weak
It felt like I couldn’t breath
Like something inside me stirred
In the darkness and dread, the fear
That awakened my yearning for
A sense of serenity and strength
That comes from giving in to Him
Leaning on His power and love
Without ever doubting His grace
He is the One who can lift me
From the darkest of the shadows
The dimness of the bluest tear
The night of that piercing dread
The feelings that bring terror
Beckoning me to nightmares
And coloring my hopes in blackness
He blessed me with fulfillment
Serenity amid the chaotic
Joy when all seems lost
Inspiration when life is hard
A melody when I don’t have a song
Light when the night is so bleak
Beauty when gloom seeks me
He blessed me with a everlasting love
The kind that brings true joy
And wisdom from His home above
The kind that grows truth and kindness
Laughter amid the haunting despair
Gentleness when all else seems futile
Friendship that will never fail
The miracle of a faith that is alive
Living in the soul, coloring all the life
In sincerity and wonder, elation
That comes from knowing
This God of the bible, the same One
My whole life and hope is based on
Will someday welcome me home
To the heaven where He is waiting for me!
He blessed me with His Son
And His love lingers on and on