(a series of Senryus)
Oh merciless tease,
heaven’s greatest injustice
must be temptation
There is no sense in
in the sensual and no real
care in the carnal
They’d begun the rites,
delights and wrongs of such love
an unworthy two
Anointed and sworn
by covenants to faithful
others as they were
Was a single kiss
what set the violently
borne fire of thirst?
Which, carried by the
winds of want, brought misfortune
and misadventure
There followed a swift
contract to sin that enriched
impractical love
Their delightful and
perfect lowliness of mind
banished dull conceits
And then afterwards,
a bookful of non-binding
promises of love
.
.
A song for this
the feeling by Steve Lacy [E]
Consider David’s and Saul’s kingly path.
Who was beloved? Who, the saboteur?
Who waited on God enduring much wrath,
patient, submissive, yet stalwart and sure?
Solomon, who could have asked anything,
gained discretion, approval from his Lord.
Laying aside wealth and fame, this young king
sought wisdom he knew was not his strong chord.
Jesus left heaven’s throne, came down to earth.
Separate, still in the Father's employ,
destined as sacrifice for man’s rebirth.
Body broken, blood spent, ‘twas Jesus’ joy.
Redemption, resurrection, worth the loss
of esteem bearing man’s sin on the cross.
Capsulate, wrenching wore around the nook
Never asked to swing her lips and hardness hook
A scary flood of fumes, fire her tears
And the invoice innocence of her beats
Enormously resonant as the dark dirt
Self-like a famished, fainted convert
Echoes the intensity of despair, she oftenly hides
Yet, quietness and lowliness wove at every side
She the rose’ pearl, mourns with an unbearable bow
Vulnerable Bones, cracked beats, and broken hurls
Yet, the prayer’s mat, where she cures and curls
Heaviness altogether haunts her innerness
But, believe her brilliance, vanishing faintness.
NO MAN IS COMPLETELY FIT
( Onyenekperechi )
No man is completely fit
Strong enough to exist without exit
Often we sit close to the deep pit
Falling low at the slightest hit
The healthy man does not push death away
Likewise the sick man does not make it stay
Death looks for all made of clay
Bringing them to lowliness with their decay
The young is old enough to die
To lie in state is a position anyone can vie
That I will die is a truth I can't turn to a lie
Death is a belt that I must tie
The next second is uncertain
Can turn gain into pain
Can deprive a ship of its captain
Can take away that which you cannot regain
Waste no time in doing the good
The standing tree will soon become wood
The handsome man is already termites' food
The living man running out of blood
November 7 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on John 9-10
Key Verse – John 9:3 Jesus answered, Neither hath this man sinned, nor his parents: but that the works of God should be made manifest in him.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR MANIFESTING HIS WORKS
Praise be to God for manifesting His works in our:
Workmanship by His watchfulness
Weakness along His worthy winning
Waiting inside His will midst His wisdom
Worship according to His wondrous ways
Weariness-wrestlings toward His well-done welcome
John 10:11 Praise be to the Lord for
being our good Shepherd:
Loving us in His leadership
Lifting us up against lowliness
Liberating us from loneliness-lingering
Letting us listen to Him while on Him, leaning
Lengthening our lives while learning His lessons
John 10:27 Praise be to the Saviour for allowing us
to hear His voice of:
Redemption for our repentance and ransom
Restoration, reformation with renewal-readiness
Resurrection toward our righteous rejuvenation-revival
Restraint along our rescue in returning to His restrengthening
Reminders for our reinforcement and reward midst His replenishment. Amen!
November 7, 2024
Sometimes I see the look of love
And wonder at the site
As warm as sunlight from above
Concealed like rain at night
Eyes that reveal a brightness quick
And shyly turn away
Just like the candle’s burning wick
Turns night into the day
The look of love is loneliness
When special ones are gone
The spirit hits a lowliness
Like words without a song
The look of love is bashful laughter
When two souls blend as one
The gentle glow and moments after
The look of having fun
The look of love is like the wind
That blows from clouds above
It lifts the lonely heart and mends...
I love the look of love
Lady,
I call you Lady,
never met a bit of you,
not in a painting, not in a photograph,
not on a street
nor as a reflection in water or glass.
I see you though,
you're the very youngest
and the most ancient,
you're a tree of prayers
every branch of you a secret bloom
only lips may open.
Don't ever think of me as seeing you
as an idol to idolize.
You are the flesh of dirt
and the blown lungs of a stale wind
just as everybody is,
but none of this lowliness
rules you, for you whisper into
our blood and mud,
but lady
your beauty is not for seeing,
your love is not for stealing.
I lift the hem of your skirt
and see my sunrise there
a shining plantation of all my desires.
That place behind your knees,
that sweet hollow where worlds nest
so worthy of a kiss from reckless angels.
Blindly
I send you the crumbs of my mind
for your fingertips
to gather and feed upon.
I have marked my place,
I stand now in the
bulging vein of the moment.
No more hunting for meaning
or for anti-meaning,
all socks are white or not.
I am here.
a one-sized loosely fitted mind,
a tick and cross
on an illogical checklist,
acres stacked upon acres
of fifth dimensional
doubt, faith, and gnosis,
a bottomless barrel of chewed-over laughter.
I am all things and nothing,
happy to be
whatever you see
and I will not
gainsay your worst opinions,
but embrace every layer of the onion
even though you cannot perceive
the chameleon gifts
of my all too human superpowers,
or my agreeable acceptance
of your legendary life.
I am rooted in truth
and conspiratorial speculation
finding no fault in either
but still a knowing of what I am,
could have been or was.
I am raised up in my lowliness and glory
no longer there or anywhere
simply this kit and caboodle, this enchilada.
deeply sorry to be so unrepentant
and mostly happy to be sorry,
not a worry
or any flurry of guilt.
Expunged and indelibly revealed
as this ingenuity of self,
here now and gone
all along.
*Image of Skateboarding Kid by Pixabay.
the skateboard
bored lowliness
well rounded and supportive~~
a downhill rise
2022 April 01
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND STANDARD
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 April 04
*seku: A senryu of three lines with less than seventeen syllables
First
show love,
in spite of
feelings. Express
consideration
for others, just
as Christ did
for us
first.
Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves.
Phillipians 2:3 KJV
6/29/2021
Ninette Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
I’m sitting alone,
As I do...
I’m chilling in my zone,
Feeling too often blue.
Always stuck in my head,
In an emotional stew.
It’s like a loose thread,
Being pulled through...
Through drowning my sorrows,
With whatever brew.
Wondering about possible tomorrows...
Questioning my moral views.
I am ofttimes prone,
To this overthinking loneliness.
But still sitting alone,
In all my lowliness...
06/03/2020
H-eart
I-n
L-owliness
A-nd
R-ighteousness
I-s
O-pen
S-imply
A-llowing
N-iceness
T-o
I-solate
A-rrogant
G-rievous
O-nerousness
Topic: Birthday of Hilario Santiago (March 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Dew drifting down, blinding the spirit;
Dimming our course; stealing away the longed for light.
Yet hope hurries in when a hazy glow enters,
As the misty shadows take shape beyond.
Whispered prayer arises as wispy white appears;
Interwoven wonderfully with the waiting hills;
Swirling softly through the silent valleys;
clinging calmly to the earth as the clouds to the sky.
Rapturous rays rising; warmth distilling!
Lifting the softly-spun dew heavenward;
As the hills shine glorious with bright dawning,
Lowliness of Spirit looks up and is lifted even as the fog.
The warm presence of the Son abides as promised
While souls and rays join to shed forth light for this day
G-od's heavenly order
A-ims to implement His statute;
B-ringing His commandments,
B-y calling the elders or
Y-outh.
S-tay submissive to heavenly order,
A-s you follow with humility;
R-emain meek to the Father,
M-ildly talk to the Almighty.
I-nclined head shows lowliness,
E-ighteenth of November;
N-ever turn a blind eye,
T-o obey the heavenly
O-rder.
J-ust keep up the good work,
O-pen your life to success;
A-llow your mind to think
N-ot of the loss and mess.
N-ow keep up the good work, open your heart to result;
A-llow your eyes to see not of the men's insult.
R-emain humble before Him,
O-bey the Lord Almighty;
S-how your lowliness
E-ven if the day isn't sunny.
O-ctober tenth early morn,
U-nder the voice from heaven;
A-im to pay attention,
N-either ear won't be
O-pen.
R-each the journey's end,
E-ven during the vilest clime;
G-ain the eternal life,
A-s you are firm all the time.
D-eny the wicked ways and evil deeds that lurk;
O-pen your soul to holiness, keep up the good work.
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