When on the road to Damascus,
Paul heard the voice of our Saviour.
He, who was once Saul of Tarsus,
When on the road to Damascus,
Hearkened to the call of Jesus.
Blinded by heavenly lustre,
When on the road to Damascus,
Paul heard the voice of our Saviour.
I AM that light, foretold of yore,
Manger-born; angels did herald.
I, who seek hearts, knock at the door.
I AM that light, foretold of yore.
My blood-soaked cross heals darkness sore.
Shun your ire, abandon peril.
I AM that light, foretold of yore,
Manger-born; angels did herald.
When Saul sojourned three days in hell,
Stricken with cecity, he prayed.
Waves of angst, orations would quell.
When Saul sojourned three days in hell,
In his dread, Paul's better angels
Had encamped; toward love, he swayed.
When Saul sojourned three days in hell,
Stricken with cecity, he prayed.
"She reassured me with an unfamiliar line."
Love is a mystery school, yearning for sages
well able to reckon sixes from nines.
True wits should elect sin's disbursements
rather than reflect on love's scenes of rushing bunglers.
Love is sick, blind, unkind. Aren't we cruel?
She chided: brush your flapper, dying blue
between that pair of cheese crackers.
Remove the Devil's Pitchfork from your hair.
Doubling as Dracula, your zeal repealed
by loving an unpersuaded other.
Stay not inconsolable, my weaning one!
She knelt beside me, interpolating my orations.
Entreat for veritable blindness to take better blame.
Apathetic to any flame, resisting even sipping sunshine
interred in the long night of voluminous drapes,
pray for cardiac arrest to efface 1700 hours of shadows.
Perhaps, pray you would love me, and I shall say something of it.
In the silken cozy of twilight's ardent hues,
Butterfly wings paint the zephyrous blues,
With opulent raqs and rhythmic salsa gyrations,
Portraying catharsis in lucid, serene orations.
Emerald mermaids flotte on shimmering liquid gold,
Aureate tresses alight crystalline waters cold,
A swirling shoal of minnows ballet in their wake,
A playful dolphin frolicking in the kaleidoscopic bay.
A choir of chirpy birds, decked in celestial guise,
Weaves a pastel canopy, lifts weary soul to the skies.
If only humanity could mirror nature’s resplendent glow,
Blessings in disguise, in angelic avatars they'd bestow.
a discourse
ornamted speech
eloquent oratory aloud
seminal ideas
in pillars of poetics
a dialogue delivered
feelings aroused
from slumber
by symmetries of sequences
soliloquised
persuasion intertwined in poesy
perceptions personified
arrayed&adorned
in audible orations
of
experimental sound&
sense
freewheeling
sensable
becoming sententious
loose language codified
yet
open ended
figures of speech
of arrested moments
denotative&
syntactical of
preliterate tradition
solo
but
not self conscious
or
self orientated
words freed
to float & hover&
find a home
a random place to rest
a refuge for letter
sound-images
to
stimulate a reply
POETICS in PROGRESS
a discourse we don
ornamted speech
eloquent oratory aloud
seminal ideas
in pillars of poetics
a dialogue delivered
feelings aroused
from slumber
by symmetries of sequences
soliloquised
persuasion intertwined in poesy
perceptions personified
arrayed&adorned
in audible orations
of
experimental sound&
sense
freewheeling
sensable
becoming sententious
loose language codified
yet
open ended
figures of speech
of arrested moments
denotative&
syntactical of
preliterate tradition
solo
but
not self conscious
or
self orientated
words freed
to float & hover&
find a home
a random place to rest
a refuge for letter
sound-images
to
stimulate a reply
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
Demosthenes was 'de most' famous of orators in ancient Greece!
His "Philippics" attacking King Philip of Macedonia is considered a masterpiece!
History recorded this and many other of his incisive orations,
For which he received well-deserved thunderous 'ovulations'!
(Written with considerable tongue in cheek!)
a discourse we done
ornamted speech
eloquent oratory aloud
seminal ideas
in pillars of poetics
a dialogue delivered
feelings aroused
from slumber
by symmetries of sequences
soliloquised
persuasion intertwined in poesy
perceptions personified
arrayed&adorned
in audible orations
of
experimental sound&
sense
freewheeling
sensable
becoming sententious
loose language codified
yet
open ended
figures of speech
of arrested moments
denotative&
syntactical of
preliterate tradition
solo
but
not self conscious
or
self orientated
words freed
to float & hover&
find a home
a random place to rest
a refuge for letter
sound-images
to
stimulate a reply
Standing next to stupid,
pale tone idiocy
can’t even proximity spell
moral illiteracy
Ignorant feelings blinded by color;
stunted neural moles moving backwards
behind a non-lucid, Luddite veil
Vacuous thoughts unruly did
beta wave at the cloth
Amidst the mindless mob mentality,
moronic orations ran amok —
Inane utterances blabbered freely
Wiping their void secretions
upon the snot rag
of civil discourse devolution
Rebel ignorance is a kin
to grey matter dim
Blue-ray vision
of a depleted cerulean era:
Haughty sovereign time-share hastily closing
Those dull white cells
are persuasion immune to wisdom —
Aural epiphany fails
Slug osmosis, diffuse mannequin ideas move dummy slow
Porous understanding filters
Dark past emotions eclipsed by an unpaid debt tomorrow
Ancient bigotry has grown Babble Tower,
talking mule stooge stale
Fresh refugee scapegoat anger now
smart monkeyshine sells
Empty conscience quotient
is bosom bury downright low
Hateful imagination is
dunce concentration detestable
Standing too close to stupid
will severely
reduce one’s mental acuity
Reading your two quatrains of mourning the deceased friend,
I compose this short poem to express my sadness with no end.
In vain I sigh over the diminishing of our friends in this world,
To the anthology more and more funeral orations are added.
New leaves in the wood urge the old ones to fall downward,
Back waves in the river always push the front waves forward.
Since ancient times, law of old and new remains unchanged,
What we can do is to shed tears for our good friends departed.
(Tran.)
When a mother dies, her family sighs
Speeches are made, funeral orations
You seek to know why, then break down and cry
Circle the wagons: close friends, relations
Comfort from flowers -- roses, carnations...
The hours move slowly; then days become weeks
The return to routine at first seems bleak
Yet as time passes, a curtain's lifted
From on high to her brood, Mom again speaks
Love abidingly deep ~ Heaven-gifted
December 15, 2019
Would the world end today
If leaders went home straight away
And arguments amongst the nations
Were left to making orations
Would the nuclear missiles pointed from afar
Be put away and now not left to star
We would be left to go on holiday
And let armies just fade away.
© Paul Warren Poetry
"INSPIRATION"
Instinctively innately I intuit inspirationally
Notable nuanced nudges needing
Some special sensuously sourced
Poetically penned prose poetry pursuits!
Inner intimate impulses intensely incite
Requiring rapt real recognition rightly
Allowing all artistic aspects ample allowance
Time to transmit these tremors that try to
Ignite immense imaginations inspiring
Outbursts of oratorical orations obviously
Needing notice naturally now!
WTA-IV 4/2/2016
Somehow in the late of nighttime,
a wooden door's front lantern brings
me to a table where strangers
from a distant tavern grow more animated
with a litany of stories
and ramblings inscribed on their life’s hinges.
Varied tones reminisce detailed inlays
of personal anthologies framing their eyes
with joy or regret, etched by languid memories
as I listen to orations of wise men and laborers
where intimacies are safe inside a door...
each one relating a brew of sentiments
over mugs of ale and wine.
Just then, I hear my own man’s language
reflected through the crowd’s noises,
piercing my flesh with a tinge of awareness...
while opening the doorknob, I begin to search
for him under a vault of moonbeam,
reminded now of the times I forget
to understand his longing to connect
with me ,to embrace his thoughts deeply
in silence...without question or restraint.
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6/21/2015
rob carmack's Screwed V
Theme: door
I have the shape of the institution.
Each email address is a human.
They are known by their words and actions.
The whole wide world is just a fraction
of all I do not know. Expansion
and contraction, breathe in, out, meditation
on existence, non-existence, creation
and duration. I have no explanation
for fusion, fission, taxonomic relations
or artificial classification.
More I do not know: locomotion
by combustion, electron separation
and transportation via superconduction
which supports the idea of the unified nation.
What girls are like behind their eyes. Masturbation
a useful restraint on overpopulation.
The story of a life, my life, any life, cohesion
must be rationed, conjured, a fiction
about a vexed, tenacious town, its rail station
truck stop, high school, night spots, recreations
the temporary citizens enact visions
dream-like orations, ballets, conflagrations
to in the end receive in annals honorable mention
from family, friends, neighbors, colleagues, institutions.
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