Juvenescence shines like the sun’s slow climb
and I see a bird not yet flown its cage,
I hear the footsteps in the march of time -
a journey of self, a coming of age!
Thus you Peter Pan on wings of an elf,
who seeks to fly between far and never,
must now say goodbye to your childish self
and dreams of eternal youth forever.
So fly dear boy, fly and never look back
and richly love the heart and feel the soul -
save close your nobilities lest you lack
for all that you do bears a living toll.
And turn your mind from temptation unsought
with all care and profundity of thought.
Written: March 2015
Categories:
nobilities, birthday, son,
Form: Sonnet
A gift, divinely imparted and granted entry before nobilities
A gift, recognized and given opportunities to blossom and flourish
The gifted one delighted in his assignments, anticipating greatness,
But never imagined his employer's mission would change, and that
His world would become a desolate place, nor did he realize that
His usefulness would be halted, and his gift no longer utilized. His newly
Granted gift would be the sparring of his life. Everything else would disappear
By Sovereign Decree. The dream died, but the dreamer lived to understand
that gifts are valuable, but the Giver is the real true treasure.
092419PoSoupContest, 100-word poem, Caren Krutsinger
Jeremiah 45
Categories:
nobilities, bible, christian, god,
Form: Prose Poetry
my hospitalities
over nobilities
above abilities
belittle me
but
hesitantly yet
ambitiously
you need
to agree
that
speculativly and
for sure most
abstractly
so lets
get
down to earth
and agree that
the moon isn't
made of cheese
so
fabricating by way of
picassoticulating
stolen blocks of
braque cubes
i'd
like to fondue fork
that one and dip
it's spanish
flavor in
to
a van Gogh
american
cheddar
yellow
Categories:
nobilities, muse,
Form: I do not know?
WHAT IS HE? AN ANGEL? He possessed a RIGHTEOUS ATTITUDE.
KNOWING WHEN TO BLINK. KNOWING WHEN TO SHED HIS FEARS. KNOWING WHAT TO THINK. WHEN TO SPEAK. IGNORING EVERY BARRIER STANDING BEFORE THE STORM. COMMANDING IT TO FADE. REACHING FOR THE GATE.
SEARCHING FOR THE KEY. CONVINCING EVERY BELIEF. THE TAMING OF ABUSE SMASHING THROUGH EXCUSE. He PRONOUNCED the DREAM A REALITY.
UNBROKEN, UNSCATHED, UNCHALLENGED, UNSETTLED, UNDERNEATH UNSHAKEN.
HE PREVAILED! HE REQUESTED ALL ATTENTION BE PAID AT THE DOOR. HE SOUGHT THE POOR.
RELENTLESS HE STROVE A BOASTING STRIDE. HE STALKED. HE WALKED. THE RICH HE THOUGHT, SHOULD BE SHAKEN TO THEIR CORE! DIGNITY, HE BROUGHT TO THE SURFACE. SO THAT EVERY EYE WOULD SEE, AND EVERY HEART SHOULD BLEED.
NOBILITIES SILENCED. POWERS THAT BE RECEDE!
AT THIS MILE HE CRACKED A BLINDING SMILE. FOR HE KNEW WHAT CIRCUMSTANCES LAY AHEAD.
WHAT FIGHTS TO BE FOUGHT. WHAT FLAMES TO NAUGHT.
WHAT WATERS TO WADE THROUGH. WHAT DESTINY TO CLAIM.
WHAT WRONGS TO RIGHT. WHAT TEARS TO WIPE. THROUGH THE DARKNESS HE REVEALED THE LIGHT.
Categories:
nobilities, abuse, adventure, allusion, angel,
Form: Prose