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Premium Member Searching For Lightness

On the river of wishes that fall upon my youth
And flows with the autumnal streams of leafy dreams that float
Upon the future of my tomorrow seeking my truth
I journey wide and long with my ghosts aboard my boat
To search for the soul of heaven and living heart of me

Deeper currents lead me to a brilliant light somewhere
While darkness all around my fears swallows all my hope
I push through murky waters escaping unknown phantoms there
To find my faith and willingness to struggle and cope
To search for the soul of heaven and living heart of me

So on it streams unswerving as its course sways and wends
So I may find the light of understanding promised long ago
For I know my intended destiny lies just around the bend
As far and wide I journey on dark secrets water flow
To search for the soul of heaven and living heart of me

January 21, 2021


All Yours (Jan 28) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Form: Rhyme


Equitably Delivered Comeuppance Betokens Agony

Awareness about behavior,
present since mine days of yore
an unswerving allie analogous
to peacekeeper ending civil war
belated insight suddenly realized

(better late than never) doth underscore
incumbent proactive communication stance
belatedly bestowed omnipotent awareness
crucial fostering ingredient to shore
maternal bond above

bejesus ear splitting roar
I admit regret (to self), there
dost belie suppressed yen to pour
out sorrows 'twixt this sole him son,
and long deceased mother, he

deprived her his love and outwore
the Scottish tartan Harris tweed 
welcome (haz) mat, which pained
materialized soon after her death, nor
can compensation be made,

now ex post facto,
when futility of spilt tears got more
gauged and swept away, when
nary a trace I privately cried
amidst lachrymose lakeshore.

20/20 hindsight brought me unflagging mast
into stark painful focus,
essentially how mine
formative behavior wrought avast

dystopian emotional fractured mindscape,
which non positive coping methods
lit fuse kindling devastating catastrophic blast
from yesteryear to present silent woebegone
desolate gloomy terrain past

grandeur eclipsed by present gloom
finds yours truly stranded like cast
away bleached flotsam upon coast
amidst tempestuous rocky shoals
clinging for dear life with grasp fast,

Where tenuous, precarious,
and ludicrous ship
of state can no longer maintain
even a marginal grip
but with slight equip

age willing, wedding,
and wanting brings relief from whip
lashed incurred (within body) showing rip
pulled scarred taut welts testimony, sans
long electrified with aggravation,

excruciation, and intoleration can easily flip
a figurative switch in summary 
ushering final lip
service to charade, 
facade, and masquerade

at lightspeed didst clip
this...Potemkin Village,
where everything "FAKE,"
asper envisioning flickr 
ring mirage recounting ancient Egypt!
Form: Bio

Open Arms Welcome Poetry Muse

I gently beckon inspiration
for dalliance with mother tongue
English Language, each
singular lettered manifestation
familiar to yours truly symbolized
by panoply, sans twenty six letters,

whereby this patient scrivener
luxuriates, when writer's block
yields sudden gush,
nee burst of creativity
dissolving impenetrable wall
mental log jammed impasse,

discourages literary ambitions
dashed exerted forcefulness
'pon cerebral terra incognita
counterproductive grip locks
figurative drawbridge begetting
utmost frustration allowing egress

and ingress constituting obstructed surge
temporarily disabling free and clear
transmission between damned fount
barricading abundant bajillion ideas
silent at loggerheads clangor and din
analogous between unswerving enemies

prepared to fight till the death,
exhausting mental energy expended
attempting armistice with futile results,
hence quixotic oft repeated
time tested metaphor
i.e. deliberate pressure foisted

upon seat of aging cerebral matter
inadvertently coloring fist sized organ
at least fifty shades of gray,
versus unexpurgated brainstorming
linkedin with unfettered restraint
breeds favorable prodigious ideas

jotted/ typed stream of consciousness fashion
modus operandi favorable to engender
receptive access, asper her excellent see
i.e. entrance untrammeled leeway
with minimal clash of opposing
titanic invisible entities
thus, aye abandon battering ram

to experience positive outcome
giving good n plenti profuse flood
unstoppable geyser spewing
plethora of appealing material
to arrange into cogent synchronicity!
Form: Elegy

Premium Member Confession of My Intransigence

Unwavering by God’s might
tenaciously upholding my faith divinely granted
through Christ’s imputed righteousness…
here’s my soul, grace propped
earnestly striving to live for Him
exalting His name … my holy intransigence.

Unfaltering along the Saviour’s steadfast assurance
immutably sealing my redemption security
against unbelief and skepticism’s attacks…
here’s my spirit, kept by His Word, perfectly reliable
ceaselessly enabled to learn from Him
to be able to teach biblical discipleship … my devoted intransigence.

Unswerving toward the Lord’s direction
prudently guarding my steps He maneuvers
with His omniscience of supreme guidance…
here’s my life, sanctified and purged by the blood of the Lamb
wholeheartedly yielded to lead others toward Him
in reverential worship …  my ardent intransigence. 
  
Unfailing because of Christ’s presence
serenely constraining my service
by His compassion midst His mercy’s abundance…
here’s my commitment vow* He has blessed
conscientiously declared to love Him
with all my heart … my eternal intransigence.

*Isaiah 19:21 And the LORD shall be known… yea, they shall vow a vow unto the LORD, and perform it.

July 20, 2019

4th place, "Intransigence" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 7/22/2019.

Premium Member Our Home

Our home is a place of unswerving love.
A sweet abode of peace we long to have.
Here our commitments, we often avow,
And dreams colorful, we skillfully weave.

It’s ever tilted to the source of light.
But has moments of dissonance and strife.
Though the mist of winter sets in to smite,
Yet it is warm and resonant with life.

Within its firm and well protected walls
There is no room for pretense or deceit.
Flung open are the doors of its small halls,
To let in unrestricted flow of light.

Here we share our life’s transient joys and grief.
From all storms that sweep, here we’re sheltered safe!
Form: Sonnet


Premium Member Seijaku

Despite the pulsing pirouette of urban thresholds,
coruscating catalyst amid detachment,
of golden spoke carousel magnetism,
circle-shape swivel platform roundabout,
that spreads incipient wish fulfilment caper,
as townscape dweller devotee who revels,
in gargantuan silver tinged mineral rush,
of prodigious scoop simolean ascent,
whilst duty bound vociferation from the margins,
will enlist majestic magnanimity befitting,
one of fundamental fortunate flair such as I,
yet one’s habitat has been subject to gauche portrayal,
shelter from Olympic speed amorphous target setting,
where serenity in its multi form expression predominates,
as insidiously potent though urban zeitgeist is,
the off peak bonhomie provided by one’s abode,
must underpin a validating resonant counterfoil,
that lustrous seam jewel-embedded notion,
commonly referenced as unswerving loyal cabal,
though hybrid nuanced fusion on request, 
is such an option for assiduous assimilation,
there is no hint or faint suggestion in the slightest,
that one should jettison endearing aspects of street esprit,
and the cataclysmic upsweep inherent in its brief,
the adrenalin so integral for buoyant enterprise,
deep equanimity and raucous daring should coexist,
and not a juxtaposed anathema that clashes,
they converge on several sprouting plots,
contrary to glib assumption blindly trending,
to be unflappable should not imply a bland persona,
effervescent office tumult wayfarer,
still quite the icon in yoga leaning domed quarter,
diffusing stored exuberance in feldspar chip backyard,
where gorgeous inlaid stream’s sunlit gurgle,
is that interfaced amalgam as companions,
 from a myriad of disciplines beehive swarm,
to absorb one another’s acrobatic zest,
and synthesise its hub with meditation’s equilibrium,
mantra magic mediating  mirthful mayhem,
yet inveigling a crimson ribbon of tranquilness,
to mingle with a whirlpool suction entropy,
in an atmospheric crucible of nonchalant ferment

Premium Member A Tipping Balance


Listless life entangled in the cobweb of frustration
looks for the escaping pathway of dissociation.
Time for me to listen to the earnest call from within,
the enticing echo of music from the soul’s concert.

I reform the constitution of the mangled mind,
let the strained strings of sensual duress unwind,
discover the covert cavern someone makes for me
within the abode of hope, so long out of sight.

When I’m lost in the tortuous labyrinth of living, 
search the senile senses for the escape route, 
but find the exit door closed, letting me perceive
the released hidden power, tipping the balance.    

I follow the invisible trail of unswerving faith,
feel the fostering resurgence of reassuring fortitude,
for at the end of the tormenting tunnel 
I see the light of self-determination finally appear. 

I’m suffused with the heavenly hues of godly grace 
that inspires the Phoenix concealed within me
to rise from the destressing dust of self-defeat
at the divine dawn of reflective renascence.

Premium Member Daisy

Rapturous petals always
reflect the immortal,fiery
light.
The impregnable,potent
snowstorm abides in the 
passing rainbow.
The symphonic melody of 
the past blooms like
a delightful creek.
Every step in this tough,
rocky road is watered
by agonizing tears.
It enfolds the undying,
unrelenting sun.
Its solace is a sublime,
wandering grace of 
the dark rill.
Unraveling the tapestry of
zeal  is released an unwavering
truth crossing the
labyrinthine heart.
The light of diamond transcends
unswerving,towering cliffs.
Our beloved ,enduring 
daisy,even the wise
star bows  to your
innocence,grace
and beauty.

Premium Member PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR THE TRUTH OF HIS OMNIPOTENCE

October 13 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 27-28

Key Verse – Matthew 27:54 Now when the centurion, and they that were with him, watching Jesus, saw the earthquake, and those things that were done, they feared greatly, saying, Truly this was the Son of God.

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR THE TRUTH 
OF HIS OMNIPOTENCE

Praise be to God for the truth of His omnipotence; thus, we are: 
Upheld by His unlimited generosity 
Unafraid with His unconditional grace 
Undaunted upon His untiring goodness
Unashamed about His unfailing greatness
Unperturbed by His unswerving governance
 
Matthew 28:9 Praise be to the Lord for
meeting us: 
Drawing us to His closeness
Delivering to us His compassion
Descending to us by His clemency
Directing us toward divine conversion
Defending us by His calling against challenges

Matthew 28:18-20 Praise be to the Saviour for
enabling by His power to participate in the
fulfillment of His great commission as He:
Secures us with salvation-assurance
Settles us upon His Scriptures’ assertion
Sends us for service-stewardship activeness
Satisfies us by His sufficient supply along His abundance
Strengthens us in our supplication against arrogance and apathy. Amen!

October 13, 2024

Premium Member Sanity Slipping

Sanity Slipping
          by Odin Roark

For today,
There is but a subliminal haze.

Soon…

They’ll realize spring as summer,
An impatient today
Rapidly becoming tomorrow’s scorched yesterday.

They’ll remind themselves
Of gardens once blooming,
Now dust bowls of wind-driven regret,
Shrouding what’s left
Behind nature’s pawn shop windows.

Then…

They’ll send afloat their final thoughts
As ghostwriters waiting,
Strike their polished keyboards,
Creating another tome,
Perpetuating another unswerving pattern of failure.

They’ll ponder the dark collecting quickly,
As their rising flotsam of denial
Hitches up with commerce trade winds aplenty,
Eager to satisfy more covetous progress
Waiting amongst the many heads-in-clouds.

They’ll spend their final hours
Watching their neighboring countries 
Bloviate established ritual chameleon-greed 
As power’s gluttony exhausts  
The remaining rations for survival.

Finally

Beneath ashen density,
Remaining embers will radiate
What’s left of fate’s losing battle,
Revealing demonic faces parading angelic wings,
Readying their blind eyes
For the final act of 
Sanity slipping.
© Odin Roark  Create an image from this poem.

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