"For we are his workmanship (poiema), created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared in advance that we should do them." Ephesians 2:10. "
I read these words in the whole context
of the book of Ecclesiastes.
When “all is vanity”, what comes next?
“Excess” say some enthusiast-ees.
“Eat, drink, and be merry.” - Don't we lose
the goal - when pleasure's all we achieve.
"Work" is that prepared gift from God we use
for outcomes which man cannot unweave.
Even Solomon ends, this thought in mind
“Fear God and keep all His commandments.”
Ponder, if God is the judge, we'll find
in the final grave, rightful recompense.
Where the Lord's wisdom and strength are compromised,
labor loses when self is lionized.
The ocean's a drum fault and sheer;
to me, breakout from dark, this sphere,
that the sunk water lapsing veers —
hours of footprints away from here,
Missing this density timeless
with each sanddollar I will wreck,
for today I'm also in shreds —
in the foam, this form, it lays death.
Like as the deep deep, her I love,
and I loved still, her back to run —
her buoy pushed under, then gone,
only passing wind in seagulls
This kiss in and out seamouth's tide —
on water, moon's curled by her side.
I've spoken to a raindrop; It listened so intently in its special way
A life so blessed that I never want to end; my only wish is to stay
I've whispered to a raindrop; it offered me seclusion in its special way
Of my thoughts darkest collusion, a demon’s fire it would offer to slay
I've confided in a raindrop; It held onto my hand in its special way
Shared all my tears as they're hidden safely, my secrets discreetly stored away
I've divulged into a raindrop; it touched my salted cheeks in its special way
Special is the way, it asked me to walk with it, while it down poured for a day
I've disclosed into a raindrop; what my heart wouldn't dare in its special way
Next time I see the storm, I will listen, never leaking what it has to say
I've imparted to a raindrop; its value proposition is its special way
Within this budding liquid friendship our love is so much more fluid per se
I've lay bare into a raindrop; dysphoria concealed in a special way
So thankful, I am for all this rain, clouding another wonderful birthday
A message sent, an icon lights the screen,
Her heart skips with a hope—what will he say?
No flowers now, just words in lines between,
A digital courtship, love found this way.
She reads his thoughts, like whispers through the night,
A photo shared, a smile across the miles,
Though screens divide, emotions take their flight,
A growing bond, unseen but full of trials.
He types a pause, then waits for her reply,
No letters sealed, no hands that reach to hold,
Yet hearts connect, and neither can deny
The dance of love in forms both new and bold.
In virtual spaces, sparks ignite the flame,
Two souls entwined, though life is not the same
Desire balanced fulfilled
climax flight tolerance you
leave out on your Chinook
my breath within the wings
of the craft you are my mind
my sight my mind focused
hanger four we load the
cargo saying goodbye why
I cannot fathom I only whisper
sit down buckle your belt
and kiss me we shall meet
on the other side of the world
dance with me one more time
sing to me let's live like we
are dying cuddle me as
we embrace Tim mcgraw
lyrics I shall always remember
you when this air craft falls
on the wings of love my dove
Traumatic brain injury
traumatic headaches
intense frontal pain
temples are numb
quietly sends painful
signals throughout
my brain sometimes
my mind searches
for respites as the
pain swelling reaches
my optic nerve
radiating across my
skull thinking itch
my bones feel like
they are biting my brain
the muscles tense up
throbbing breaking
down my mood funny
I can’t focus so I breathe
pray this pain goes away
Traumatic brain injury
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A character study done here.
You always liked to stir things up.
Like a washer agitator
You thought your tactics a good touch.
Stirring, stirring until worn out
A good name you just loved to smear.
The fabric ripped, buttons cracked, gone.
Desiring to ruin a nonsuch.
You'd set the trap, you fishhook baiter.
Carrying on life, minutes later
You'll never change, your ways all set.
But sometimes now at life you clutch.
I had hoped you'd change soon, my dear
Doing your service still your waiter
This is actually a Bref Double poetry form but somewhat the same as Quatorzain.
In skies of blue, oh what a sight!
The cherry sun hung very bright,
my eyes closed basking in its light,
my cheeks burned from its fiery bite.
Its hot rays wrapped me from behind.
Soaked in sweat, our bodies aligned,
and our spirits were now entwined.
In its warm arms, I was spelled binned.
In abruptness, the heavens cried.
Dejected, I heavily sighed,
watching the dark clouds be a guide,
leading the sun away to hide.
Bidding farewell, I left its sight,
before the day turned into night.
awaken dreams night silence screams
till madness leaves from mourning trees
the sunshine breaths what daylight sees
a dawnings tease while lightness flees
a moonlight spies thru blinding eyes
when dusky cries cause twilight dies
across the skies the heart ache flies
and where it lies the sun will rise
some days in time the planets rhyme
then darkness climbs from its sublime
the shadows chime and do their mime
on daylight's dime like its a crime
before the day turned into night
the night turned day into the light
A weary road and stars that fall
This cannot be the end at all
The sun seems but a helpless ball
Yet I attempt to step and fall
I’ll not give up though darkness looms
Like suffocating empty rooms
And pushing never-ending brooms
To clean up all the broken blooms
Yet I remember days that shone
When not afraid and not alone
With warmth and grace, a rolling stone
A carefree life to ne’er disown
I long to dwell within the light
Before the day turned into night
Before the day turned into night
when morning dawn seemed clear and bright.
Before, the taste of spent cordite
lingered around one more bomb site.
We sang of love, no war, but peace
why should we fight Vietnamese;
it was just but summer’s caprice;
for we were watched; secret police.
We hate your God! We hate yours, too!
I hate you’re green. I hate you’re blue,
I said it first. Well, go f**k you!
We’ll send a gift, b52!
Before we took our hardline stance
did we ever give peace a chance?
Before the day turned into night,
my eyes I lifted to the light
and what I saw gave me a fright.
Black, bruised – an ominous sight!
Clouds shifted, swirling with the wind.
I could not tell where they would end.
I spotted the trees sway and bend,
hoping their branches could defend.
Running, clawing to get inside.
"Have mercy on me, please," I cried,
not wanting my backside deep-fried
by lightening that struck beside.
As I shut my welcoming door,
the skies loosed a raging downpour.
Before the day turned into night,
when the sunbeams whirl out of sight,
I'll seize garnet streaks of twilight,
let lamps within heart reignite.
Above hills of hope where stars sail~
quills powdered with gold shall prevail,
and I'll weave this unwritten tale,
dress scars of sky with beaded veil.
I'm a dreamer, longing to hear,
twinkling tunes from an eclipsed sphere,
where tides of love wouldn't be a fear,
while ivory shores unfold near.
I'm the artist of my own night,
drawing diamonds from lunar sight.
God grants each day with wondrous grace
Strength and peace* in running life’s race
Along triumphant vibrant pace
While challenges we dare to face.
Everyday serves as treasured gain
As we allow kindness to reign
Making it work well despite strain
Rejoicing with hope, smiting pain.
Yesterday was gift of delight
Midst faith-fueled achievement flight
Since the Lord truly met our plight
Before the day turned into night.
Tomorrow brings jubilant time
Expecting our gratitude chime.
Philippians 4:7 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
February 3, 2024
1st place, "Before The Day Turned Into Night" Quatorzain Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 3/26/2024
Before the day turned into night
The shadows danced and stalked the light
The moon withheld, stayed out of sight
Then took its lone, nocturnal flight
Beyond horizons studded stars
Came into view above, afar –
They slowly crept from reaches far –
I thought to meet them where they are,
But they are of the night, not day
And are remote and far away
And like so many things today
They dwell in darkness, where they stay,
Elusive in their cosmic light
As day turns slowly into night –
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