Long Vocally Poems
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When words fail to express
or vocally tell you
how a person feels held
deeply inside the knotts
Those softly mesmerising eyes
dawning in the afterlife
sweetly startling your music
begins to play upon lips
Angel silently calling
enchanting whispers echo
as the heartbeats thump life
hypnotic breathless sighs
As a pulse races quicksand
under the surface unveils
you will find me holding
forever at night love
Daybreaks warmly comforting
my precious dream awakens
I melt into the clouds
were it smiles with a rays
Light transmitting signals burn
kissing the colours of sunrise
where my love for you ruby
can neither be measured or bought
Happy two thousand nineteenth birthday Autumn - September 23, 2019!
Despite twittering, uber
sputtering kickstarting
onset of cool weather
argh, another brief daily spate
re: forecasting blistering,
nauseating, sweltering...
ninety degree plus Fahrenheit
temperature forecast
(along eastern seaboard)
courtesy mister summer,
who will overstay his welcome
hoop fully a more seasonable
cooling trend rounds out ninth month
(according to Gregorian calendar)
I eagerly look forward
to crisp refreshing air
much more comfortable
to weather being outdoors
within/out this sequestered enclave
postage stamp size geographical area
offers respite versus metropolitan
denser population centers,
the former disappearing open space
rather disheartening, but urbanization -
purportedly the definition of progress
finds once open farmland
less than fifty years back
crumbling barns now tombstones
testimony when people
farmed the land, and lived
linkedin with rhythms of nature,
which only found courtesy said vestiges
inevitably razed (similar to boyhood home
324 Level Road) finds yours truly
brooding fast paced instant
credit karma gratification
twenty first century, which
small, medium forces at large
outfox the time tested imprimatur
i.e. latent powers planet Earth
unleashes (thank you global warming)
decrees final curtain call
*****sapiens runs rampant
wreaking havoc all points of compass
already inundated with scorching,
melting ice caps, flooding...
future generations, yet unborn
might avoid predicated on
dramatic alternatives fossil fuels
already showered Gaia
with carbon dioxide
as well other noxious poisons
though vibrant advocacy
evident among students
vocally demonstrating against
irrevocable damage, whereby environment
and countries situated
near sea level take heavy hit,
nonetheless... cautious optimism flickers
inducing mandatory one hundred eighty degree
reorientation regarding eco friendly
methodologies to lo mein, maintain,
sustain... technological civilization,
else quaint existence of thee
will be read about
in digitized history books.
June 6 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 78-82
Key Verse – Psalm 78:7 That they might set their hope in God, and not forget the works of God, but keep his commandments.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY HOPE UPHOLDER
Lord God, You are my hope Upholder,
valuing my words of supplication
Thank You for vitalizing me with Your might to vanquish sin and temptation
Very powerful are Your commands for my commission…
Voluntarily, I submit to You, the Author of my salvation.
Lord God, You are my hope Upholder,
vindicating my soul from hell’s devouring
Thank You for leading me with Your guidance along Your caring
Very loving is Your pardon that cleanses me with Your nurturing…
Vocally, I praise You, my Saviour of deliverance-bearing.
Lord God, You are my hope Upholder,
validating my satisfaction in Your fullness
Thank You for pouring unto me Your blessings of goodness
Very bountiful are Your provisions for my wellness…
Visibly, I come to You, enjoying Your compassion’s greatness.
Lord God, You are my hope Upholder,
verifying my motives against fleshly defilements
Thank You for forgiving me of my confessed sin-entanglements
Very strong is Your might that braces me against iniquity-engagements…
Victoriously, I cling to You as You enable my accomplishments.
Lord God, You are my hope Upholder,
varying my challenges for my stirred-up trials
Thank You for fortifying me to overcome hardships of personal denials
Very timely are Your answers I can’t measure in several vials…
Vigilantly, I beseech You to empower me for my faith-portrayals.
Lord God, You are my hope Upholder,
vouching my integrity by Your redemption-glow
Thank You for imparting to me Your wisdom along instructions I must follow
Very lawful is Your justice in defending me from deceits’ blow…
Valiantly, I serve You, my Almighty Sovereign from where my supplies flow.
Lord God, You are my hope Upholder,
visiting my heart for my pleasant testimony
Thank You for teaching me to walk along Your truth, whether sunny or rainy
Very assertive are Your counsels that brace me up despite troubles so many…
Vibrantly, I seek You, meditating Your Word, sweeter than honey.
June 6, 2023
Our small loop of a street
usually quiet
Today receives a loud grooming
with chain saws
and wood chippers
and diesel trucks slicing
and ruining silence
into anti-solitude.
This is my last day off
until summer school begins
in two sultry weeks.
Morning rain passed through
to breezy summer camp sun,
crisp shade tree shadows
moving slightly within lush grass
waiting for my non-motorized mower.
It feels *****...
I feel *****,
at sixes and sevens
at 67,
to trust that I need
not just more solitude
to become healthy again,
but more silence
to become vocally wealthy
again.
To go
or to stay
here
too near a State highway
trafficking toward two casinos
now more native to American economies
than Native Americans to empowerment.
This last bus
not quite upon us
while thoughts wonder
and feelings wander
about shouting sawers
and clanging chipper
banging my longing
back to a rural dirt dust-path
along side a Michigan Centennial Farm
where I knew breezy
silent
summer encampment days
of solitary
fresh freedom.
I wonder why
we can't go home again,
Yet I can go back to childhood
solitude served up
in sacred silent
unsettled dusty memories
of toddling freedoms lost.
It tears me up inside
Knowing you are breaking open and wide
It hurts my heart seeing your pain
Seeing the losses with no gain
A battle within that has commanded control
Playing games and crushing your soul
Losing yourself within this state
Filling you with doubt and hate
The pain you vocally project
The wrath of emotion you direct
The delicate nature of your brain chemicals
Hurts my brains receptacles
It’s not easy to keep calm
When my thoughts and feelings are like napalm
A battle to keep frustrations under control
It hard for my heart and mind to console
The anger rages beneath my skin
My mind also takes me for a spin
When you are not okay
We both end up in a state of decay
You always need to stay open and honest
As that is what you once promised
In this together whatever happens
One day the demons inside will flatten
What I have noticed here
and there
on campuses
in medical service centers
within hospitality sanctuaries
in sane asylums
Most of the language
in exterior marketing
and interior messaging cultures
Has gently moved from internment
and imprisonment
and confinement
and isolation
and punishment,
Whether voluntarily elected
selected
invited
or imposed
sentenced
medicinal
sterile
purgative,
Whether mental
or physical,
spiritual
or natural,
Has moved on to a more engaging
empowering
enlightening reconnection
of multiculturally intelligent hospitality
Inviting universal health care
for reconnecting all,
regardless of how irritating
and silent
and/or vocally strident.
Caring spaces
with not quite enough time yet
to grow a WholeEarth health-wealth spa
for co-invested nature Spirits
of nonviolent communion
But heading in that multi-regenerational election,
engaging our preferred healthy
interdependently wealthy
direction.
~ Oh, maiden of light cracks the wispy air open ,
wandering around viscous spaces
like virgin shadow caressing the edge
of sleep… and the days stretch longer,
taller than guava trees dreamingly shedding
laces of northeast streams when
songbirds, orbits, and a pageant of flowers listen
to a single humming breeze… and when all else
is sprawled quiet, waterfalls marry her certain
lingering star straying on mouths of gentleness
past eons bound by nuptials in iridescent realms…
*O, ilaw, sa gabing malamig, wangis mo'y
bituin sa langit… O, tanglaw, sa gabing tahimik,
larawan mo, Neneng, nagbigay pasakit. Ay! *
Somehow ,curlicues drape a fragrant smoke
leaking out a folk sky; dancing in the mirror
of the mountain pool… a serenade weeps;
quivering, moaning along the inland pass that
someone said morning becomes electra,
that learning how to hear her blossom or
pearl stone unravels the very skin from
which it was born is allowing time to
shed her purity far beyond unknowing a
water’s need to keep still: the juice spills…
**Gising at magbangon sa pagkagupiling
sa pagkakatulog na lubhang mahimbing;
buksan ang bintana at ako'y dungawin,
nang mapagtanto mo ang tunay kong pagdaing. * *
Peeling new faces of time, shaping the width of
endless rhyme in sprays of endless mystery...
like so, a thousand times before and after,
twilight and daybreak entwine… oh,light elusive,
passing through calm eyes of young maiden’s season
is love’s way of coming back to itself. ~
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* O, light, in the cold night; you're like a star in the sky
O, light, in the quiet night, your picture, Neneng,
makes one ache…. Oh!
** Awake and arise from slumber,
from your sleep so deep.
Open your window and look out to me
So that you may understand my true lament.
~ this poem is inspired by a harana, a traditional Filipino serenade. The suitor
is accompanied by his friends who back him up both vocally.
At first, the woman's window is closed. The man calls out to her
and if she's interested, she'll open her window.
Singing harana originated during the Spanish
colonial period in the Philippines.~
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For Debbie’s Bi-lingual Poetry by nette onclaud
Glory of tandoori story or Brit palette whet reformer korma
Vindaloo or sag aloo woo you or coo crazy about jalfrezi
Gets hazy as things mesh came fresh from Bangladesh
Can’t naysay Indian takeaways most days top performer
Made for Brit eccentric never ever looked a bit authentic
Teach explore each region with its own locavore legion
Preach mountain ranges to cities and fountains changes
Neighbourhoods vocally hooked homegrown locally cooked
See wee chatty seller with natty chapati smothered in gee
Poms popadoms covered with mango glow aplomb or roti
Lentil dahl elemental or experimental flurry of curry in a hurry
Ask a fella stellar biryani actually Indian or factually Pakistani
p.s Oh and no argy bargy about the Raj but do so love a bhaji
January 22 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 13-15
Key Verse – Exodus 13:14 And it shall be when thy son asketh thee in time to come, saying, What is this? that thou shalt say unto him, By strength of hand the LORD brought us out from Egypt, from the house of bondage.
FAITH IN GOD WHO BRINGS US TO VICTORY
BY THE STRENGTH OF HIS HAND
God brings us to His will along His redemption
Victoriously saving us in faith by His compassion
Valuably caring for our souls against sin-oppression...
Very loving is He Whom we obey for our triumphant transformation.
God brings us to His will along His holiness
Victoriously upholding us in faith by His graciousness
Verbally guiding our steps through His Word’s steadfastness...
Very strong is He Who lifts us in our walk of righteousness.
God brings us to His will along His miracles indeed
Victoriously protecting us in faith from enemies’ greed
Vocally instructing our hearts to do well through preaching creed...
Very great is He Whom we praise as He meets our need.
God brings us to His will along His fulfillment
Victoriously pushing us in faith toward prosperous development
Visually showing to our focus His glory in our church involvement...
Very firm is He Who lets us abide in His plan with sincere commitment.
God brings us to His will along His power to advance His kingdom
Victoriously directing us in faith by His wisdom
Valiantly propelling our diligence against slothfulness and boredom...
Very merciful is He Who hinders us against worldly stardom.
God brings us to His will along His hand
Victoriously ushering us in faith to His promised land
Visibly manifesting to our experiences His presence so grand...
Very awesome is He Whom we adore through Scriptures’ demand.
God brings us to His will along His leadership
Victoriously helping us in faith for fruitful leadership
Vigilantly watching over our lives around His fellowship...
Very precious is He Whom we esteem in our service and worship.
January 22, 2025
My life is an open book, not that it's all that interesting really.
It just doesn't concern me what the world may think about me.
One can ask me anything at all about yours truly
and I'd answer all about myself very freely and honestly,
but there may be times when I may come off as a hypocrite.
One might ask me a question whereupon I'll appear very evasive.
" It's too lengthy and too complicated to talk about it,"
is not an uncommon response that I sometimes reply with.
Most likely you've touched on a subject that has brought back to me
very tragic, sorrowful, painful memories.
I've been through all that crap once and once was more than enough for me.
To answer your question would force me to relive it again and that I will not appease,
but I never end my reply with, "I don't want to talk about it."
I end with, "l'lI let you know one day if you happen to be truly interested,"
if you're still then interested you will receive an email from me as quick as a wink.
Subject: In Reference To Your Question. Message: Click On This Link >.
One of the benefits I receive from writing poetry
is that my words are posted on the Internet for all to read,
so whenever anyone asks me a question that may disturb me
and stir up all my dormant feelings within me from tragedy,
I answer their question by providing them a link to my poetry
that touches on the subject that the individual had asked of me.
Their question gets answered hopefully
and I didn't have to relive another episode of my life's tragedy
by having to explain it all again vocally.
However, once again I declare that my life is an open book.
It's posted all over the Internet and the world is free to have a look.