Time is not lineal – in fact,
often stops and starts with
the pendulum of the heart
races ahead when joy
suffering can latch on and
drag with all the sympathy
of a rabid pit-bull – or divorce
lawyer
don’t know that I want to imagine
eternity – thinking it best I leave
that burden to God....
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All Refrains Are Not Poetry
We refrain from thinking of Time
as a limited commodity; but for
mortals, it may very well be. We tan
away on beaches, the Crap Tables
of Vegas – arguing with our loved
ones – tick, tick, tick. Overworking
can be negative. “Take time to be Holy” --
We imagine a blessed eternity to
compensate for questionable predilections.
Wasting of Time. Wasting of Time.
Tall steeples and stained glass pictorials
are spiritually transcending. Let’s hope,
if there is a heaven, that heaven is
yet indulgent of vintage intoxications.
What we collectively feel
Become humanity’s deeds;
Feelings are our reactions,
Predilections, preoccupation with --
Obsessively entertained seem~ paramount needs!
The nurturing of good bodies
Or, piercing wars
Horrific blood-letting bleeds --
Deeds are the washout
Stains and cultivation's
What came after the seeds
Our generosities and greeds.
The soul of man demands
Seldom satisfied
While the spirit elevated pleads:
Enough! Mercy! Mercy!
initial
predilections
mysterious
renewals
emphasised
at a stroke
immediate
paths
undreamt
with
tension
&
artistic
emotion
hidden
then
exposed
recapitulated
&
symbolized
intuitively
celebrated
inner
sounds
graphic
& visual
Too often when you ask someone
who they are?
they give you titles and labels
which are actually subpar
you are more than just someone's
father, uncle, aunt or mother
there is much more to you than just being
a sister, a niece a nephew or a brother
I am a seeker of truth, an observer of choices
and I dwell in God's light
I am defined by my values, my morals
and I walk by faith and not by sight
my moral code, my set of values,
my standards, and my convictions.
these are the crucial elements
that determine my individual predilections
who are you?
how would you describe yourself?
do you mention your education
or do you tell of your wealth?
who are you?
what is your self-characterization?
do you illustrate your talents
or elucidate on your associations?
I am defined by my values, my actions
and my willingness to grow
to be curious and wanting to learn
all that I need to know
I am defined by how I treat
and interact with others in my life
I offer acceptability, kindness, compassion
and move in the ways of Christ.
So who am I?
I am a disciple of Christ,
a gentle loving human being
more than just some man's wife
Will you please be so kind as to explain why,
gentlemen of your ilk or, much as you,
on first meeting, soon after greeting,
or within a conversation or two,
to those like me, or such as I,
feel the need, to bring up to speed,
and are compelled to dwell on and extol,
their personal proclivities, propensities,
predilections, predispositions,
inclinations and tendencies?
Come what may, we are who we are, it is what it is,
whereby, we have no say and, by all means,
it's preordained, hereditary, chance or happenstance,
and, as does diarrhoea, runs in the genes.
For, as to the preferences of others,
I must admit, be aware, I don't care one little bit,
and for their penchants, not a lot, in fact, nary a single jot,
altho', I wish they wouldn't swish, as they look silly doing it.
But, in the end, they may tend to extend,
or rise to the occasion,
and participate in the bringing of
brotherly love to those of their persuasion.
Good evening, sir, my name is Alice.
A man of peculiar predilections,
Lewis Carroll, made me, not from malice.
Rather, more so, from his affections.
A pen name for a man, pedagogic,
Charles Dodgson was the given name
of this Oxford professor of sound logic.
To me, he's Lewis Carroll, just the same.
If my creator made another choice,
and threw me tumbling down another hole,
and hearing not a rabbit's nervous voice,
you'd see a wormhole swallow me whole.
To a wormhole of logical conundrums,
let us take a wild, but confusing trip.
Well, are you ready, hear the roll of drums?
Put your thinking cap on. I'll let 'er rip!
Poets are illogical and write of Luna.
Nobody who eats tuna also plays whist.
Illogical people also eat tuna.
My gist? Do poets who play whist, exist?
While you are considering that my friend,
I'll go to my place in that charming book,
where Mister Carroll ensured my life won't end.
If you want to see me, come take a look.
Hate me slate me or berate me
call me names it's all the same I don't care
to my mind it's no more than
hogwash simply put just hot air
the proclivities of others
I don't judge
and their predilections
I won't begrudge
I live and let live
as I too do have mine
but tresspass on my territory
there's where I draw the line
tho' non-violent
step on my toes
and believe you will receive
a black eye or bloody nose
preening queens prickled~
queendom prerogatives quashed
prized predilections~
A Balliol rhyme is a doggerel verse form with a distinctive meter. A quatrain, with a pair of couplets (rhyme scheme AABB), with four beats per line. Written by the poet who elaborates on their character, exploits, or predilections.
Once was a bird who had enjoyed
her timeless spend became annoyed
when my new Tom bravely demands
cat's pointed views hid claw commands.
I hold you in the moment
dearly, firmly pressed to my
heart – though dearness seems
an acquired taste for many,
expressed purely only by God –
So, I hold you in the moment, no
thought of personal predilections;
having taken lessons from the one
who made me, endures my many
transgressions. Yes, I love you
as I try to imitate the love
of my creator...love you as my
Father graces me constantly,
nurtures and forgives. Therefore,
it is in the name of Love that I
love, for God has blessed me
with realization of His all abiding
compassion and ever presence.
We tend to get lost in words –
definitions; often words being
stretched or contracted
in accordance with personal
beliefs and intentions--predilections....
Take Nationalism,
in a sense, not conducive to
world harmony – take Christianity,
belief and abidance in Christ
in a sense, a form of Nationalism
fall upon spirit...and not the sword
of words –
Particularly peripatetic
penguins pursue pharmacological
possibilities perusing polar
predator proboscis predilections,
predominantly picking putrified,
phenobarbital-packed perch-piece puree
packings, provocatively presented.
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I wish I could have gotten a rhyme in there as well,
but that's an alliterative Pleiades with 10-syllable lines.
It's also a near summary of the latest escapades over on
the collaborative limerick thread in forums...
Come join us!
ADMIRATION OF ANTIQUITIES
fragments
advanced
as enhancements
unravel
incorporated
in original frames
partially pseudo
a near profile
enlivened by figures
so elegant
in elevated status
an
artistic
tradition
integrating& enduring
notions
from a
feathered
consciousness
efforts in the venerated
tradition
with predilections
so
renowned
in traces
of a particular
treatment
achieved&
envisioned
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
“Praise the Lord, and pass the ammunition”
The Jihadist have one thing right...
One does not die, but lives always:
one's immortal body, the spirit of his
predilections. What they have wrong is,
no virgins and banquets...only the
continued fires of hell....
And we others, the so called
moral righteous, protect the body, as if
it were not a temporary abode, and the earth
no battlefield, though jointly created,
by friend and foe,
outside the roses exhibiting
moral depravities indignant of our shared
anemia – 1 percent proof, when it comes
to Spiritual development –
Like it or not:
No one gets
to true paradise
before
everyone else.
Encompassed by the beauty of the night
I hold no consternation for the dark
as moon holds the predilections of light
I lose all apathy towards his mark
Accompanied by stars, in reverence I stand
beneath the unearthliness of his gentle hand
I hear no condemnation from His lark.
November 19, 2018
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