Sometimes the silence is deafening
Listening for something not hearing a thing
Walk past a door for at least a snore
But none is heard while we are listening
Every night this fear comes so near
Now I know parentings every fear
Though I am just a brother I look at
What morning will discover that fatal attach
The drugs of today are not like them we discovered
Parents would smell them and keep it within
Now I can see with my guilt displayed
My secrets their secrets for some reason made
But today is different I see pill taking hold
Legalization making a new creatures unfold
Though I'm not a parent as parenting unfolds
I still feel the fear of my disgust
Every night passing the door with its distrust.
The ship was coming towards us, their eyes held the blue color of deception, the skin pinkish glow.
Smelled poverty with a demonic appetite to murder and plunder the resources of others.
A fictitious smile appeared on their faces, and the devil incarnate imaged in them. These are demonic new creatures on Earth.
Stepped on the fertile land, it became barren, their presence polluted the natural world,the devil incarnate is here now!
Where there was happiness, they brought miseries.
Where they were abundance, they brought scarcity.
Where they were peace, they brought conflict.
Where they were healing, they brought aggravate.
Where they were holiness, they brought wickedness.
Where they were brotherhood and sisterhood, they brought hatred.
Where they were oneness, they brought Discord.
The Devil incarnate is here. He is the source of evil in the world today.
By Chanda Katonga.
Omniscient creatures.
In the starving dawn.
To native skin reborn.
Run free.
For we exist.
Surrender restraints.
As today lends a gift.
This way.
To unborn love.
Androgynous sonics.
Twice rendered from above.
Have you seen this dream?
No?
Well sink into the night.
Dream in all hues.
Awaken to secret fires.
And the rebirth of you.
The rest remembered.
On the morning of the dawn of my life, I wake
into a world where I am good, and I am loved,
and every passing moment of it is called
Miracle,
without need for such words,
known unspoken even as we speak them.
In rich awakening of the senses, I call with
the new creatures of the world,
pulled from the great darkness into existence and told to breathe.
Again, and again. How sweet, how enduring—
that golden undercurrent flowing beneath it all.
That moment of outstretched arms, in greeting and in reverence.
I have knelt before a hearth gone cold and dreamt of fire. That is to say,
I have stood warmed by the Sun of my life and made it my faith.
Again, and again. Inherent and rhythmic as
the breath
or the dawn,
let me pray each night for sunlight
and wake in gratitude,
once more.
"In those vernal seasons of the year when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth." - John Milton
Valleys, fields, meadows and hills take on a sunny glow.
Everything is fresh, and nature’s new creatures flourish and grow.
Rains pour down; mountain streams joined to rivers flow.
Never at least till fall must I worry about streets filled with snow.
Abloom are various flowers and trees; they put on beautiful show.
Life renews and songs fill the air as spring’s birds fly to and fro.
"Crocodili"
I swim in your holy water
basic rules for survival
shed the skin
like a baptism
immersed in saltwater
the lower vibration
lifted
removed
from that prehistoric place
the dermabrasian stings,
raw, we walk out together
new creatures
into fresh certainty
soft thuds clawed suckling
on uncertain shores
the feelings
begin
solitary, rapturous
natural selection
resurfacing
singular in plurality
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Nothing shall save you from the flames. Sizzling, you’ll flee to and fro,
Remorseful of your former greed which bought you that rue and woe.
Your faiths and sciences, arts, or crafts shall not avail. You’ll excrete
All your past joys. Alas, too late this at last you’ll come to know!
Amidst the instants in the flares which last each like an era
You shall not see the seeds of lies you all your lives had to sow;
Nor shall they know their begetters. Strangers shall be the kinsmen
Who entertained one another as if thousand years ago.
What you gleaned out of crookèdness at the cost of your dear lives
Shall melt with you and drip into the soiled earth of yours below.
Naught shall remain of you devils. Your filth perished, new creatures
Shall arrive to take your places, a new dog and pony show!
You knew not the aim of living. Wait for the last burning blow
To make a myth of you on earth: Here today, gone tomorrow.
2.26.2020
Updated Link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dxJHecyYBno
I wonder what we are up to in profaning precious souls
And recklessly disregarding the hour for us the bell tolls.
No comments, please!
Vernally, I'm reminded of resurrection's redemptive power. Seeds are encapsulated throughout winter's freeze, cradled in their protective hull until conditions are ready. Dying to themselves, the endosperm must sacrifice its contents so that the morphing seed will have substance to feed off of. When sufficient warmth is reached, they instinctively know to rise. Ceasing to be a seed, a plant instead emerges. Roots extend deep as green expands toward celestial cyan. Even so we must die to ourselves to emerge as new creatures.
arise anew
burst forth buds
creation continues its course
3-31-2021
Springtime Haibun Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsor: M. L. Kiser
It’s the Crouch’s first day at school
And they were all looking very cool
Two beautiful kids in the school playing hall
Haleigh had a scrabble, Jonathan a basket ball
All was acting as though these kids weren’t there
Surprisingly, all the kids every time wanted to stare
And there was a kind teacher
Who helped these new creatures
So the next time they come to school
They wouldn’t look so blue and cool
God has revealed His new creatures
those that are in Christ no less
showing His godly character to be
this is required for your heavenly dress
When one looks upon those ones
that professes to be so very holy
so often carnality is all seen
one must judge looking very slowly
Look circumspectively just to see
where's the evidence of Christ's effect
is there humility, grace and meekness
traits of Jesus but so often just defect
In an age of much God rejection
rationalism and apostacy rules the day
where's the change of lives and morals
little evidence too of man's urge to pray
Paul spoke of a real new change
old things to go everything was new
revival is required to save society
God's powerful effect long overdue
("Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.")
2 Corinthians 5: 17 (KJV)
Little Lord Fauntleroy
left to devise
His future uncertain
a past once despised
Little Lord Fauntleroy
his choice lies within
To do unto others
or do unto him
Little Lord Fauntleroy,
escape from these walls
The lords and new creatures
—your legacy calls
(Memories Of Jim-Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
He thought on all the attributes of Spring
The landscapes deliquescing, day-by-day
On white and gray and drab, so giving way
To all the hue-infusions life could bring
New creatures of all size, some on-the-wing
A bud and blossom dance of shadow-play
The grand and graceful grass and leaf ballet
A breath, alive with things that buzz and sing.
Yet now those wondrous joys of life's debut
Were things that only photos would recall
For Man had turned the living earth into
A dead and frozen planet, thru-and-thru.
Yet there above, the Sea of Suns did call -
A hope for Man's next Spring was there ... he knew.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "March Poems Old or New for Prizes Part 3 Easter Series" Poetry Contest, Carolyn Devonshire, Judge & Sponsor.
I do not know how she does it
she sees a rival but she smiles
she fails a critical test but she smiles
mud is thrown at her but she smiles
Of what material is she made?
why can’t the pot of smiles degenerate?
Are all she meets in life things of wonder?
is this a new perspective of life?
Smiling even when one is offended
smiling even when one is in sorrow
never smiling when one has achieved
probably makes the world foolish
If the world were a smiling world
the sad times would shade tears
evil men would not have any trade
angel of death would think new tricks
But I do not know how she does it
let’s revisit our natural resources
natural resources of goodness deep inside
we could probably have new creatures
But let us all smile without stopping
and turn world of sorrows into paradise
In spring time, the birds all do sing,
announcing what nature will bring.
New eggs in a nest,
a robin's love fest
and bunnies just having a fling.
In spring time, there comes a new birth
New creatures appear on the earth.
The birds and the bees
all do as they please
and all are surrounded by mirth.
In spring time, the brooks do run clean
and new life around is all seen.
The tulips pop up
and a buttercup
and daisies are making the scene.
In spring time, the sky is so blue,
sublime and ethereal hue.
The air is so new,
it smells of the dew.
You know you will find your love true.
As the evening sun dipped in the blood-red horizon,
A gust of Silence came, whispered and then hushed
The warm air that was hastily passing the dungeon
Of thick scrub where the quivering grasses blushed.
The last flickering of Sun vanished and it was time.
Darkened, It was time for hunting and to be hunted.
The primordial cycle of hunt began in a raw chime
Of survival for the fittest. All hunt now enchanted.
Night here is so horrifying, even the Breeze dares
To sound its airy hum. Predators roam everywhere.
From the high branches, dark caves, dark soil-crater
And thick bushes, the primordial Eye of Death stares.
The Primordial creatures trample, fly, glide, clutch
With their teeth, claws, peaks soaked in the blood.
Creatures perish, new creatures emerge here in such
A world of Hunters, Hunted. All wander like cloud.
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