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Jesus is not in the Sacred Bread
Nothing stays the same ,much as we hope
He drowns with refugees, he crawls in mud
Life and God aren’t static.souls have fled
Do not deny the loss, nor its great scope
Jesus is not in the Sacred Bread
Europe cracked , a billion billion dead
Unacknowledged evil is the rope
He burned with Europe’s Jews ,we lust in bed
The War’s not gone, it lives inside the head
We do not need a thousand microscopes
Jesus is not in the Sacred Bread
The symbol’s done, the bread of heaven ‘s bad
We “Christians” were not there when Jesus spoke
Christ burned with gypsies, queers , was shot unclad
It’s over, people,what we never read.
We ruined the world , destroyed the ones who fled
Jesus is not in the Sacred Bread
He drowned and burned was shot,he’s truly dead
When Passion overwhelms
Passion my weakness that tends to overpower,
as if I am living only to nurture love and hover?
Logical thoughts beating and buzzing in head,
my biggest strength, words are better unsaid !
Heart full of love pumps into my farthest cell,
yearnings sizzling hot that refuse a tranquil.
Tears from starry eyes slip like quicksilver,
life nearing end, gloom and sorrow shimmer!
Wake up, can't let my being vanish in vain,
betrayed love why am I craving to attain ?
Unaccomplished, Unacknowledged, Unsought,
can't let suffocate and blot out my thought.
Love be soft as feathers, mind strong as reins,
my strength my ideas, firmer than any chains.
Sprout and grow fast and tempestuously,
making me stand venerable conspicuously !
Written November 7th, 2014
For contest by Verlena S. Walker
Awarded HM
In the labyrinth of shadows stretching across the walls of consciousness,
we constantly seek scapegoats, like hunters of clouds
in a storm of illusions, fleeing from truths covered
under veils of mist, where each step is a silent refusal
of introspection and sincere gaze into the mirror of lucidity.
It is as if we float on rivers of denial, where the waves
are whispers of self-deception, and the shores are lined
with leaves of old excuses, rustling like ghosts
at every breeze of unacknowledged thoughts.
In this theater of the mind, evasion becomes an art,
a tapestry of illusions woven with threads of fear of truth.
Beneath the murky waters lies the treasure of unexplored problems,
awaiting the courage of those who dare to dig deep,
but where is the courage, where is the determination to face
the silent demons hidden in the dark corners of society?
Perhaps within each of us lies a fragment of light,
a glimmer of wisdom waiting to be ignited
by the spark of assumed and sincere responsibility.
On the stage of life, we spin in circles of helplessness,
a dance of hesitation and lack of determination, where shadows
lengthen, covering unspoken truths with their mantle,
the symphony of indecision reverberating in the depths of the collective being,
an echo of the fear of looking beyond the mask of illusion.
Where is the light that will pierce this dense darkness,
where is the firm hand that will untie the tight knots
of difficulties that burden our consciousness?
Perhaps the solution is hidden in the heart of each,
a rough diamond waiting to be polished by the will
to confront the truth, to accept that the answers
are not outside, but within, in that place where
consciousness finds its balance and peace.
In this stream of consciousness, we seek not outward,
but in the depths of our own selves, where, perhaps,
we will discover that change begins with each of us,
with every thought transformed into action,
with every step taken toward the light of eternity.
Lucky to be a Simple Man
One reads about the famous ones, them
that live a life of stress, about taking
all sorts of pick-me-up-pills
then downers, so they can rest.
Well I’m just an ordinary guy with nothing
to call my own, but life to me is still up
and down without the use
of any poison of a sort.
The movie stars worry about their movies,
the recording artists just the same, big
Businessman thinking of his next
contract, the player of his next game.
Some days I’m on top of the world
the next deep in its abyss, so I just
sit and write poetry that gathers
in and around my head.
(Then just worry about them that worry.)
© Harry J Horsman 1988
The reason I picked this poem of Harry’s was because I, too, can see that being a simple man (or woman in my case) is so much more beautiful, more peaceful, more restful than being sophisticated or pretentious, cultured or chic, complicated or clever in the ways of the world. I can easily see, and read from this sample from Harry, that being simple in this complex world is a blessing in disguise. Being simple, though often unacknowledged, is the most amazing blessing from above. The simple life surely is a life of joy, peace and wonder beyond what I might surmise without knowing a simple life.
Suffer me to fathom the sorrows
The unrighteousness of today's tomorrows
I shall not surcom to those pressures of life
I shall not give in to those valleys of demons strife
Render me on my pleas
I shall only go down
On my knees for my Father
And my Father's Name is Almighty
Almighty God
World of hate unacknowledged true love
The sinfulness of yours and mine
Redeemable but we're running out of time
Not give in to those valleys of demons strife
Render me on my pleas
I shall only go down
On my knees for my Father
And my Father's Name is Almighty
Almighty God
World and Satan may if I only allow
I speak it into existence
I will not let the world nor Satan knock me down,
down to my knees walking over me
I go down to my knees to Reverence Him my Father God
the All Mighty
God
(Kurdish Persian garden rug)
For The Glory Of…
For the glory of what
Do you do what you do?
Is it for love of self, family, tribe or country
Or is it for the glory of God?
It’s always good to acknowledge
Even a bit of the credit we’ve earned
But without God
What would we even be?
Everything we endure and achieve
Adds to the ledger our humble lives record
And yet what is there to spend this treasure on
When our lives are done?
Do you spend it now, with time
Of the essence and tomorrow never known,
Or give it in service and sacrifice to some
Unacknowledged quantity, debt or opportunity?
Seems that moderation and prudence
Is the better part of valor
When faced by a world burning
With so many fundamental unknowns.
Here as we find ourselves
In the thick of things, in delight or despair,
Who is it we come to praise or blame
Even as we alone bear the weight?
Weight and light balanced on the tip
Of a wave, breaking always breaking,
Open this life to the glory of what is only
Always ineffable beyond word or name.
(10/27/24)
The world is woven in such different ways
Struts the vertical, the flat below
Oh God who weaves me shall by me be praised
Oh, shall the mystic reach what she may crave
When all the strings release and she falls low
The world is woven in its different ways
Timed by ritual Lady Lazarus rose
And all the eyes that gazed were burning slow
Yes, God who weaves me shall by me be praised
There is a hollow only Ariel knows
As horse and rider as one being flow
The world is sensed in wholly different ways
The body ,home of mind, will run astray
Oh, what seams of evidence forego
Fallen God who unacknowledged knows
Beneath the sea of green the undertow,
Spirits sidle deep like melting snow
The world is woven in such different ways
That God who weaves me shall by me be praised
you're only young once
this isn't just some repetitive cliche
because it's done in my way
life can just portray
it's best and the worst
qualities, memories
delivering messages through loved ones
when really, the answers lie within
its only a goddamn sin
it's only about to win
nothing but pain, and endurance
hope and failure
life cannot be presumed
it cannot be expected
life is
what life is,
it's whats worth fighting for
and who you chose to fight for
who would you rather listen to?
A stranger or your best friend
lie about the truth in the end
or tell the truth without ever pressing send
life is just
this.
A quest involving traveling
from the West Coast to the Midwest
to express a debt of gratitude to
individuals for their long ago
graciousness toward me. In a world
of selfishness and greed, selfless
Goodness must never go unacknowledged.
A quest to renew acquaintances
with long-ago friends and reminisce
about the childhood years we shared.
I met one of my childhood playmates.
My soul was swallowed up in an emotional
deluge as I cried and held him tight.
A quest to see places and communities
I once roamed and called my home.
The end game of this quest unveiled
emotions difficult to describe. I was
a stranger 50 years removed. So much
of what I once touched and handled
was no longer there. I wept inside.
A quest to share the presence of the
pastor who officiated our wedding. My
long-awaited desire to see once again
a hero of mine was accomplished some
2 years before his demise.
This quest that was initiated more than 15
years ago, is alive and well. Some of this
quest I'm on has been accomplished,
creating deep joy and tears of satisfaction
that are hard to describe. I am very blessed.
--- Some things lack closure ---
Like a sunset blocked by oncoming gray clouds
Or looking for answers from reflections in water
Only to have ripples blur what is to be seen
Or racing to bring flowers, with no answer at the door
Past hurts from long ago lingering unresolved
Brought back by reminders, seeping into the present
Not wanting to hear some things, yet trying to listen
A life unacknowledged, as it should be upon death
Waiting for a significant surge of words to be told
Triggers, anger, misunderstandings do unfold
Trying to please, yet maybe never enough
Some things lack closure, lurking in the mind
--- Until it is our true purpose we find ---
Heidi Sands
1/6/18