Important note about this poem:
After Adam's fall,
After the great deluge,
After the tower of Babel,
God desired to physically
Keep mankind disconnected.
Thus, separation by continents
By way of oceans and seas.
"...and the waters that were gathered
together he called Seas. ...". Gen.1.10b
Out of me,
the Contenents came,
And my waves against
their shores were my greeting
My depth is defying
My waves are trying
My winds are unforgiving
I am the oceans and the seas
The fog is blinding
Not a time for crying
Everything keeps moving
Unlike the river flowing
I am the oceans and the seas
Here, everything's rushing
The brave ones are fishing
For shrimp and tuna; craving
I am the oceans and the seas
I, the mistress of partitioning
I, the master of disconnecting
I also major in separating
I too, minor in dividing
I am the oceans and the seas
The massive pathway for conquering
The gigantic roadway for discovering
The first highway to faraway traveling
I am the oceans and the seas
Two little boys, in a fight
Bystanders watched in delight
One little boy fell to the ground
The other little boy continued to pound
One bystander decided to intervene
Over the two, he stood in between
Over the two, like a partitioning wall,
Over the two, he stood strong and tall
One little boy needed protection
The other little boy needed correction
Many are the miles you snake along the hillsides, through the valleys,
conforming to the highways, partitioning pasture from pasture
neighbour from neighbour, friend from foe, son from father.
a face unperturbed…
one inhaling scenic grace
spring chattering birth
Sanctuary to winter flock shelter for the beast,
many characteristics embraced within your tenacity,
while countless shapes formulate your strength,
crag face monument a testament to this place, stone the essence.
breaking dawn’s sunrise …
golden threads breaking the mist
surfing nether clouds
Many years you’ve stood against sweeping rain, hoarfrost nights,
the heat of summer, the inane rambler that mounts your very strength
rests wearily for a while, never a thought for whom created
you, from out of the very ground you now preside over.
there are no concepts…
only seasons to embrace
and generations
© Harry J Horsman 2022
A feeling escapes, as night coalescing winter.
A cancerous sorrow innate.
A Familiar, a servant of Sinners.
Faithlessness, neglecting to find eternity.
Here she moves along deepened.
Apathy.
Nothingness wraiths, as shadow yet fallen.
Runic signs which carry her lost in
their audacity gape,
a scent of the air of the windward lost.
Sovereignty.
Sunken away from her before final retreat;
as dusk puppeteers the vein
of crimson through dark wings.
Limbo-Purgatory.
Where misdirection
hast stolen something dear.
Apparitions in the key of-part played in
partitioning scenes of anti-harmony scale.
Ever Veer.
The chorus, a stale vape of memory-
sneaking suppressed peak upon weight baring stare.
Always near.
Vengeance borne, upon scornful element,
of negative waves unseen.
Hope, is as well dashed to pieces
by all your trusts' in black mirrors' farewell.
I hope you have reason to steer
clear, of that bottomless well.
The Forgotten Picasso’s Echoes of Image
David J Walker
The partitioning of today
Has failed again
As the light of a
Former sun illuminates
The echoes of the then
Folded into collective memories
through a broken prism
That paint the past as a
Forgotten Picasso
Left to the critics
Perception
A sunken tombstone lay on either side,
The wall itself enswathed in moss and fern,
Fragmented, as the bond of blood which died
Before the grave envelopped each in turn.
Two brothers who had once been closest friends
Who ran through fields and forests hand in hand,
Too proud and hard of heart to make amends,
Had forced a subdivision of the land.
Their Father, by such hatred torn apart,
With his own weathered hands had built the wall
Each brick ripped out a portion of his heart
Partitioning his sons once and for all.
Now woodland hides their memories from sight
But passers-by will often stop and stare
To contemplate man's universal plight
And wonder why the rugged wall is there.
10.10.20
A Wall In The Woods Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
N/A COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (28)any form any theme Brian Strand JUDGED :10/18/2020
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Sponsored by Constance La France
I found the piano for me
You must think that I'm lonely
Classical music, let's talk about classical music
Just stop your waiting
Popping at night
I found the piano for me
We are partitioning and partitioning and partitioning and partitioning
You're looking at the musical play
Just stop your concerting
I'm the ragtime one
Humm! Got so much to say
I've heard concerts
So, beautiful and lovely
We are scoring and scoring and scoring and scoring
I live my life as if I'm lyric
ooh, girl, you are so perfect
Just stop your concerting
You're my opera, not a drama
You're my musical
Fla la-la-la-la
My musical
is you girl
Ah! you're euphoric
I am your lyric
You're my musical, my opera, not my drama.
Concerting
I am your lyric
You're my opera, not my drama.
7/4/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
God Speaks
But Few Are Heeding His Voice
Written: by Tom Wright
2/25/2016
God communicates in ways that not all understand,
Many brush off his message while neglecting his command.
From the pulpit we covet substance to tickle our ears,
While remaining as mute sheep, bound for the shears;
Presently, I sense a partitioning in society taking place,
As an influx of foreign born, illegally, invade our space;
Were separated by both tenets and tinge of our skin,
Without appropriate thought, of God being our linchpin;
From planted seeds, we water, and see so little response,
While God sees our insincerity, and our nonchalance.
So as pampered generations, turn deaf ears to Gods call,
I sense it’s time for God’s rising, to announce, that’s all.
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