Dry skies scorch the earth, and skin shrinks to bone.
Heat sticks on teeth like obstinate plaque.
When nature's passive aggressions attack,
silenced rain ~ ruins seeds ~ yields beds of stone.
Misty eyes melt quickly ~ tears are prone.
It's all straw, opines the widow with a wilted back.
Dry skies scorch the earth, and skin shrinks to bone.
Heat sticks on teeth like obstinate plaque.
Dogs die, crops rot, cats run hot, cows moan.
Sorrows rise with the sun also ~ too bright is black.
Wilted widow folds at the knees for her abysmal lack.
Palms locked, cradling the final petal she will own.
Dry skies scorch the earth, and skin shrinks to bone.
"I Am as I Am complete
Though ego opines otherwise
Invoking grace we feel God’s heartbeat
What else does there remain for us to realize"
Once you have truly felt the heart of God
there is no emotion on earth
that can ever match it!
Not the flight of Angels nor the joys of heaven
Not the human touch nor your basic needs
nothing can ever appease you
like the love of your God;
Without the seat of His soul,
you own nothing substantial to sit on;
Once you have realized this simple truth,
nothing remains to be seen, its all illusion *
When it comes to pass,
everything shall perish,
everything except, His undying love for you.
I Am As I Am complete
Though ego opines otherwise
Invoking grace we feel God’s heartbeat
Where ese does there remain for us to realize.
-Unseeking Seeker
Our soul lovingly speaks to us everyday
wherever we are, wherever we stay
Reminding us of our God’s beautiful gifts
that no life’s trials can carry us to drift.
For we are the handmade of God
created in His wonderful likeness and image
Our body dwells the Holy Spirit
as His temple to make us feel His heartbeat.
He knows what’s in our thoughts
and sentiments of our hearts, He sooths
Inflating our ego and pride
God watches us, He’s always at our side.
It’s God' faithfulness, love and grace
that empower us to deal with our imperfections
Then again our soul speaks within us, I Am as I Am
completely belong to God, a child of my Almighty Creator.
Soul speak
~~~Line of inquiry
"I Am as I Am complete
Though ego opines otherwise
Invoking grace we feel God’s heartbeat
What else does there remain for us to realise"
Elohim, Abba Father
He who resides within me
I am of Him and He’s me
One, we be
My soul so speaks
Not of humanity voices
Yet the thoughts silent symbols
Metaphors of deep feeling pours
My self is calm peace resonates with my spiritual core;
This is how I know my heart hears
As my soul speaks
For Soul speak Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
8/24/24-- 2024©
Line of inquiry;
"I Am, as I Am complete,
Though ego opines otherwise;
Invoking grace we feel God’s heartbeat.
What else does there remain for us to realize ?"
~~~
It has taken me years, years to find my I am,
ego slightly inflated and full of I want:
At times losing all control of ego within,
for she is hungry, arrogant, she has no soul;
like the iceberg metaphor she wants more, more, more.
Don't misunderstand me having ego is good,
it can be healthy, giving confidence and pride:
But, too much creates a person who needs praise, praise,
a greedy ego makes you feel perfect, flawless;
with no concern for others, rigid, negative.
Now, I look to God for all my needs in this life,
he knows what is best for me and gives me his grace:
Within, greed of ego is replaced with a peace.
and acceptance of what is, a love of doing;
there is no need to win first or to top the list.
My wish for you is that you surrender ego,
but keep a little, fill your within with good thoughts:
No want, hurt, or jealousy, just love of doing,
tame that ego, feed your soul each day with helping;
be gentle, be humble, be forgiving, be love.
Line of inquiry
"I Am as I Am complete
Though ego opines otherwise
Invoking grace we feel God’s heartbeat
What else does there remain for us to realise" - Unseeking Seeker
I know myself – my strengths as well as flaws.
Since God created me, He knows them too.
It just makes sense that daily I should pause
reflecting on good works I ought to do.
No one on earth is perfect, but we can
have access to our Lord if we but pray.
God is your friend; present him with your plan
for self-improvement. Do this every day!
It isn’t always easy; we are frail,
but God took on Himself the sins of all.
Again and again even though we fail,
we still should call on Him each time we fall.
Love and kindness we should all be using
on our fellow man, with love’s light glowing.
Our faith we prove by actions we are choosing
and the seeds of love that we are sowing.
"The Sum of Us"
When the hearing has left
and the eyes cry tears
like fathomless oceans
filling those contained opines
in their empty vessels,
floating around us,
the interior immersed
swims in the meaning
of fast metronome
caught in the breast,
dancing every second
right and left right and left
the blind will see
eventually feeling
each beat unmissed
the essential never die
we are regenerating
all part of the same
the sum of us
all in one name
the sum of us
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"The Slipstream Captures"
He speaks of donuts
I see right
through the (w)hole left...
Left side
window wide open
one eye on you
the other opines on
strange stars that pulsate
and the nebulous horizon
empathy rests
right side of mind's bed
everyone dreams of Nirvana
what is Left?
Beginnings
always commence
with an End
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
llb-gvlm
Beginning.
"Don't Give Up" / Gabriel, Bush
https://youtu.be/VjEq-r2agqc
End.
"Why?"/ Lennox
https://youtu.be/FYFUqxypkbA
Slipstream.
noun.
1. a current of air or water driven back by a revolving propeller or jet engine.
2. an assisting force regarded as drawing something along behind something else
verb
3.follow closely behind another vehicle, travelling in its slipstream and awaiting an opportunity to overtake.
Empathy.
Beginning.
End.
A glass stands upon a table,
Watched by arbiters of existential
State.
They observe the glass, to give opinion
As to its contents.
The Pessimist speaks: “There is wine
In the glass, and it is half empty”.
The Optimist, with shake of head
And wave of hand, denies this:
“The glass is half full”.
There is a pause as all gathered
Ponder the wisdom of relativistic
Observation.
The Pragmatist steps forward:
“Half full or half empty, it is refillable!”
Silence shrouds the watchers, deep in thought;
The Opportunist elbows past and picks up
The glass, draining the wine within.
“Hmmm – nice” he opines,
“Is there any more?”.
Thus Heisenberg speaks through wine
Stained lips;
Having severed the Gordian knot of
Fullness or emptiness,
With pleasure and relish.
G-roovy
E-xcellent
R-eader
A-ssimilates
L-iterary
D-enotation
I-n
N-ame's
E-xceptional
C-oolness
A-s
R-ighteous
L-ine
O-pines
N-otably
Topic: Birthday of Geraldine E. Carlon (July 06)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
My friend opines, men are strong, but women
are much stronger enough to make them weak;
It's difficult to believe; Are men meek?
Hurting men's ego; how he has written.
Unfortunately, he is very right;
Study says, women's brains are hardwired to
focus more on emotional ado
nurturing their emotional orbit.
But, men's brains focused to hear emotion,
study says, then try to find solution.
With such differences women work to
enhance own self-control by finding tools
to adjust emotional state as rules
when needed, while making decisions too.
~X~X~X~
GOD says you love me
Over a period of time I will let you see
Duty of a person how to acquire
The harshest lessons of the past teach—you need the beast.
The wilderness of future tells you to feed the beast.
Renounce the shackles pulling you down into the mud.
Be as the mud and thrive, embracing the greed, the beast.
Because the nature of the world is contempt; inspire,
and revel in that fervid pit, they screech, “Bleed the beast!”
Granted, it's a lonely road of thorns and oozing wounds.
Life begins and ends in desolation, speed the beast.
That piece of earth you have sweat on is yours to lay claim.
Morality is contribution, don't cede the beast.
When love does come, remember not to squander the choice.
Rise to magnificence with one of your breed, the beast.
Fate may give comfort to those who seek, opines Tashir,
For harbingers of progress, self is the creed: The Beast.
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Form: While the form of the poem is ghazal, the theme of it is closer to that of didactic poetry.
Date: 20 / 11 / 2016
Mother Nature, You The Seed Of Earth's Delights
Soft spoken and sweet art thy graceful ways
Within forests of rainbow trees a light shines
For each of thy songs, the sad world pays
Reluctance in glory and resentfully it opines.
Coming Spring, brings increases in thy lights
With calming days and grace in castle towers
Soft spirits dance in woods on cooler nights
And later finds comfort in thy majestic powers!
Sun and morn bring far more pleasant things
Even happiness in light cool spring showers
Gratitude for blessings thy heart always brings
Admiration for thy gracefully wielded powers.
Mother Nature, you the seed of earth's delights
And greatest author of its most beautiful sights!
R. J. Lindley
no date on old poem.
No date on an old poem. Most likely late 70's to early 80's.
found six verses to another poem that I may finish if I
can find the time and do not forget to do so.
Paradise for We
My beautiful lady , my darling Estelle
sweet are the days while love rings it's bell
Paradise beckons our hearts as future opines
your beauty sings of roses and Blue Mountain pines
Heaven has now ventured down to this earth
a paradise it created with your goddess birth
Adding romantic, dancing clouds in glimmering sky
a gift, a blessing sent , nobody daring to ask why
The briefest look at your angelic smile
summoned bliss and heavenly love in greatest style
A world with roses, rainbows and purest bliss
heavenly delights our souls dare not ever miss
My darling, sing as you sit waiting for me
As I move heaven and earth to find paradise for WE!
07/14/2014
Isaiah Zerbst , Contest Name - A Poem in Paradise
Submit one original poem on the theme of ..A Poem in Paradise.
Your inspiration is the painting above, "In the Orangery," by
Charles Edward Perugini.
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