In his fig tree, a man could find no fruits.
Cut it down! To the gardener, he said
I'll, the gardener said, tend its deep roots.
If it fails to yield, I'll see it’s soon dead.
Pilot killed the pilgrims of Galilee.
They amalgamated with oblations.
From Siloam Tower's fall, who could flee?
Should humans set aside moral foundations?
Fruit sense should be the essence of a tree.
Shouldn't rulers and natives have sin-sense?
If from flaws and sins humans are not free
Won't divine wrath on beings be intense?
You, though a sinner, are given a chance.
Repentance or perish. It's is your stance
Voices that resound in His ear,
The lion comes out of His lair,
Melodies from the world below,
They come from the high and the low.
Tears stream as they sing,
To him, their heart oblations they bring,
They show their gratitude,
A note-worthy attitude.
Voices arise like incense,
A sweet fragrance that heralds His presence.
Saints and sinners kneel in adoration,
A joyful celebration.
We’re moved when our praises are being sung,
To these singers, our deeds hung,
The sages say that praise is a chariot to the Divine,
I'll say praises are linkages that make souls intertwine.
Shutting the lights on today's rayon memories
I trade them in for a moment on the heart
Tinseled thoughts of chivalrous stories
of ancient tales, retold from ear to mouth
Christmas expectations and blue spruce oblations
snow squalls and blizzards, sub zero weather
Inside our dotting duplex a life of rotation
a father daughter union, together we tethered
beneath the well lit recall of yesterday's demise,
lives a treasured memory of father 's minced up pies.
December 10, 2021
Obsession
Obsession with "O's"
Oh, obsession’s obfuscating oligarchy
Oceans of oblivion
Outrage in ostentatious obsession
Overrun in hurricanes named obdurate and obstinate
Overtures of oxidized compulsive orchestration in
Obbligatos overflowing obituaries -
Overbearing octaves of the obsequious –
Orations of overt objections
Objectivity overpopulated by opportunistic obtuse –
Obsession outweighing optimist’s objectives –
Openness offspring overrun by
Ominous hunters of sweet oblations ordained
Oscillating between logic and obsession unchallenged
Orthodoxy obscures opportunity
Officially ostracizes open-mindedness –
Original the outsider - occupied the outlier -
Observes only obstructive operations
Obedience to the one-track offertory
Of overstocked outdated ordinances,
Offshoots of outmoded operatic ornaments
Odious opium overdose of the obscene
Onyx odors overpowering odes
Offered on the altar of originality -
Obliterating oligarchy of obsession
9-23-21
Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest: “O” Contest
HYMN TO OUR GOD OF MANY FACES
God of many names and faces,
Hymns of how our lives interlace
With you, whom we have known
And think of you as ours alone.
Our rituals, doors to our salvation?
Incense, music, food oblations,
Cultic gestures, words, and symbols,
Is this Salvation for the lazy and simple?
Truth be told, O God omnipotent,
Our feeble rituals sadly impotent,
Until we love all people on earth
To whom your love has given birth.
For every people, culture, nation
You equally love and grant salvation,
Our foes, our lives, you equally cherish,
And grieve the deaths of all who perish.
Truth be told, O God omnipotent,
Our feeble rituals sadly impotent,
Until we love all people on earth
To whom your love has given birth.
O God of many names and faces,
All human life your love graces,
Transform into flesh our hearts of stone,
For you are flesh of our flesh, and bone of our bone.
Great thoughts once kissed my lobes
Before blank despair her flags raised;
And brimless hope reigned as globes
Of full-shining stars in glowing cased.
Now see what dismal desolate shells
Melancholy sulk where dreams stood;
Wherein arid future's unavailing wells
Barren gape amongst vipers’ broods.
Kind heaven upon my oblations smiled
Many long years dead when luck shone,
And winds favorably blew like lilacs wild;
Erst when juvenility lit bright hours gone.
Present times repugnant drown in bile
Hastily milked from some putrid reptile,
Their galling pungency outlasts high grit
Cowards laud in bold battles’ heroic writ.
If fair fortune's rotations should bring
A morsel of past’s elusive sweetness,
I’ll one dozen more grateful carols sing
Than did my lips under boyish harness.
INVOCATION
Echo of the ringing bells
Flying across the valley
Through the forest canopy
And rush in the misty sky
To kiss the blue mountain range
Entreaty move towards from the sanctum
Follow the twisting sound of bells
And conceal the
murmuring wishes of devotees
Incantation deemed all requests
Supplications based on diverse aspirations
Devotees scrutinized the orator
And they see the red costumes
and gleaming gold like ornaments
Worn by the orator
But the powerful benevolent god
Disguised beyond the blue wall hanging
Broken love, family unrest, lost of valuables
To be found
And aspirations that does not fulfil yet
For a better livelihood
Punish those who loot valuables
Oblations and offerings place in the orator’s hand
The effect of the results unquestionable
Thus devotees are satisfied
And return dreaming the future success
Orator too satisfied about the god’s share
Timely sifting, sets slowly drifting
lofty apart, aloof of sort
as lost ships, in tidal dips
as ocean attests, perils at best
sortie Est, sortie Quest
Through a remembered gate, serpent’s dream abates
love’s reasoning renewed, ego’s reasoning eschew
the garden that parts, by two reasonings sorts
the soul of flesh, from sacred heart in stash
begin again, O man of sin
stored wisdom is cash, of heaven’s stash
wisdom of counterfeit, as though a serpent’s ego spit
unleavened reasoning vs the reasoning with seasoning,
the cost not less than all, the serpent’s gall...
the ego spit, that caused the split
A soul becomes gold, by his protocol bold
a soul is made bold, of the sacred mold
timely sifting, ends all drifting
through remembered gate, love’s will abates
ego’s oblations, of satanic orientations
Selah
Inspired by TS Eliot poem “The Remembered Gate”
Venerations Ablazed
Altruist veneration in an endeavour
Let the dew drop onto the leaf
Untamed dew,but chose to fall
Upon the sordid soil in grief
Blossomed lilac benignly pleased
Nectar! quench the beetle's thirst
Beetle in lieu fought to escort
Whimsy pollen along the dust
Clumsy pebble lost in womb
Sharpened and curved surfaces
Blisters on foot may rest for a while
Edges shed mighty all graces
Canvases all soaked in blues
Palette when agreed to save
Offerings of the candid quill
Rendered oblations of nave
Ethos forayed,venerations ablazed
Weary arms cosied endeavour
Clinched in the stead of hatred
He hustled his frump manoeuvre
It's a pity not to pay attention
Of this darkness:
Here, "Jasmine" drink the tears;
Did you smell sobbing perfume ..?!
,
Here continues to grow thorns
And there are barefooted on the road ..;
Did you loose your plow ..?!
,
At the end of walkway ..
Fates in wait
And there is a lot of oblations prepared ..;
Did you prepare your oblation ..?!
,
At your feet your bad luck
Will fall
The blast, which raises is a half-truth
So did you hear the sound of your heart ..?!
,
In the groan of children ..
Something that sends terror
There is Tombstones on this rubble;
Did you hear the dirt weep!
,
Glimmer of lights that flash at night ..
Point to "Carnival" .. fires;
Did you remember when the war begin ..?!
;
It's a pity not to pay attention,
It's pity not to see all these details!!
Another day ends with insipid sun
One more uncertain season
Another month ebbs slowly invariably gone
One more uninteresting month another reason
Each bulb impressively pushing old soil up
So absented from every winter irritation
The orchestrated plants unite drinking along nature’s everlasting cup,
Invigorated refreshed, outdoor rains unbidden now and so equip spring’s irrigations
Now offering beautiful uniformity, colours ablaze ferociously
Ever changing illusions painting over the untamed soil
All struggling evermore to imitate natures ordered ways
Unbeatable colours abound, Mother Earth delights in toil
Overlong tall upright grasses allow seeds easy dispersal
Insects dancing on flowers undulating formations.
Accustomed we ever become inclined to ogle things universal
Nature abounds with ever more interesting luscious opulent flirtations
Untold species all working ever closer in harmonious obligation
So unlocking faces all smiling even now in sunbathed oblations still unseen
Yet authenticating spring, escaping winter in fulfilling overall nature’s unification.
© ~GG~ 22/03/2013
Competition Entry
near these old outspoken rocks
behind the caves & waterfalls
& mounts that herald old tales
niger lads do their night’s rites
celebrating the age-long fairies
old queens in melodious voices
entoned to these chambers -
a priest appears with oblations
oh, the queen stands & frowns
& comotions rent the heavens!
The festivities of the autumn equinox begin.
Wicca acknowledges this yearly event as Mabon.
The fruits of all who labor are gathered this night.
A coven encircles an old oak tree in the moonlight.
Giving thanks and praise to all spirits is the reason.
At this Sabbath, summer passes into the fall season.
The witches gather as a full moon shines in the sky.
As the summer departs, there is a chill in the air.
None in the congregation feels it, or seems to care.
Among them is my red-haired doll I see with my eye.
Sky-clad, they are not naked any moment.
They wear the moon and the stars for a garment.
Each gives me jitters with their strange incantations.
Skyward, they brandish their athames and oblations.
For this red-haired beauty, there is a growing yearning.
Never let the flames die. Keep them forever burning.
the moon’s sunny teeth
greeting
the elder’s
receding feet –
just on the thresh-hold
of the god’s bolted
wheels
our laughters shall out-wit
the crocodile weeping
over crude bombardments –
for blood –
o, blood! our kins’
blood must flows?
and whole clans
must dance naked
into some sudden eternity?
the priest
and the maidens
go afloat –
o, they go afloat
this niger’s torrent!
they go afloat
bearing their wearisome
oblations
in vain appeasement
of returning angels.
That resting's sideways mat
and resting's oblations seem exact
no thought defined, but to extract
life's residual interact!
I can't but bide in wait
God's asking is my fate,
what e'er the cost or blessing's loss
insolvent or belate!
In thee now only move
to strength as His denote,
no turning opposite as groove
does answer in remote!
Confiding self with care
perspectives safety ~ spare,
as loving thee nor harmony
retreats my every prayer!
In courage help me share
thy building up, not pare
no looking back, retractions act
configurations fare!
Retreat ~ the Soul's conform
as surely Faith is born
an action sin, confronts within
and Hope relates to scorn!
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