Alliterating Awareness
Sowing senseless seeds,
Reaps rotting repulsive rage:
Ripping reasonings:-
Liberating love,
Healing hot hell’s heating hate:
Plowed peace perfected
Living lovely life,
God’s graceful guidance given:
Fruitful faith flowing:-
The crimson canopy bleeds out its light,
to clear the stage for an eternal night.
We misread beauty in the dying leaf,
a gilded cover for a timeless grief.
For every joy is a borrowed loan,
and autumn reaps, to turn earth to stone.
The twilight deepens, cold and unappeased,
as life surrenders to a slow disease.
No sanctuary stands against the frost,
which counts the tally of the loved and lost.
The heavy fog absorbs the last faint ray,
and suffocates the memory of day.
The branches reach like skeletal despair,
to pull the pitch-black sky into the air.
Whatever shined was merely an illusion,
a brief distraction from the dark’s intrusion.
The final ember drops into the deep;
the void reclaims the promises we keep.
So let the shadows drink the remaining red,
for all things good belong among the dead.
The charm of the moon makes vast oceans swoon,
elliptical orbits causing mood swings,
save in few detached souls who are immune,
there being nothing to which their heart clings.
The void of cessation is always still,
akin to a leopard before it leaps,
joyous dewdrops of rain clouds poised to spill,
as boons of grace, which in time our soul reaps.
There is nothing to say, much less to do,
magic of magnetism making ingress,
illumining our aura, each hue new,
wherein breath by breath we slowly undress.
To consciousness pure housed in heart demure ~
This world of names and forms holds no allure
The wise often say,
what goes around comes around—
circles keep their word
one kindness completes a round,
returning on next cycle.
Bad karma lingers
only while the lesson sleeps—
turn the wheel with care,
one kind act with open arms
can loosen yesterday's knots.
Gaia watches still—
not with anger, nor with praise,
but with patient roots—
every footprint, every deed,
done with care, reaps worthy praise.
What would I do, if truth and good had no prosperity? How could I live without peace? What a horrible enemy.
I’ve destroyed this world so many times that what is sewn still reaps. So I chose a different path. To do better, in me.
Can I persevere if I don’t use the words I have for energy? How can I bless you all so well your hearts remember Thee?
How can my words and thoughts bring forth a Light we have in Thee. How can you meet my Friend? Is He revealed in me?
A friend for tears of joy and abundance endowed & pressed in me.
A friend for tears of sadness, & my burdened energy.
A friend for tears of tribulations in and near of me. A friend to attend the tears of loved ones and ones that’s kin to me.
A stronger fight for holy some people care less for sympathy. A hero brings the peace, patience, hugs, and good remedy.
A hero brings the prayers & through Christ’s name it’ll be. A hero walks the life of That friend. Thee friend revealed in me.
quilt in waves a rainbow ocean
etheric your ambrosia whiffs
whirling my waist
I wash dishes
rain swallowing chores, blood red hot
garden path waits your stoic tread
rockery longs for guitar thumbs
astral breath brushes rose petals
sun rises steady in fall sky ~
sorrow songs reaps benefit of time
your initials melded to mine in rhyme
astral skin blankets my chest
stormy waters
do not drown
your pauses
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Sponsor : Brian Strand : May 26
OF SEEDS OF WAR
Sowing seeds of war,
Only reaps fruits of evil:
Fruits, nourishing hate:-
O Israel—
your hands
drip
with innocent blood
in Gaza.
You have butchered
women,
children,
and men.
You have destroyed
their homes—
and their hopes.
The Middle East,
once at peace,
now stands
as a bloodbath
since your arrival
in 1948.
O Israel—
you have taken
more innocent souls
than any nation
upon this earth.
In Lebanon,
your violence
has struck
the defenseless.
A land
once peaceful—
now turned
into hell.
In Syria,
your brutality
is known.
In Iraq,
your cruelty
is not forgotten.
In Iran,
one hundred and seventy-two
women and men—
lost
in the name
of greater Israel.
Because of your deeds—
a nation
once favored,
once loved
by the world—
now stands
among the most hated.
Saint Paul warns:
“Do not be deceived—
God cannot be mocked.
A man reaps
what he sows.”
O Israel—
your sins
are now
too heavy.
OF THE FRUITS OF PEACE AND LOVE
Fruits of peace and love,
Ripe and ready for reaping:
Ending war’s murders:-
War’s collateral damage,
Only reaps dead, rotting lives:-
We reap what we sow.
God sowed natural resources
For worldwide sharing:-
Why can’t we sow peace and love,
Reaping the shared fruits thereof?
Before a word is spoken
Before that seed is even broken
Let me bow to the untroubled maker of the heart
The keeper of what is hidden like a thought
Oh teach me to speak not from the noise but from knowing
Not tripped in anger but understanding
So let these words not wander without a root
Of anchored truth which no time can uproot
I speak of what already exists and not merely mine
He is the witness to the laws that governs the unseen
He knows why love builds what hatred breaks
And what we carry within becomes what we create
Heed to this voice with insight and clarity
that the heart is the garden I speak of
Whoever feeds on envy starves the heart
He who sows bitterness reaps loneliness
No feast of darkness satisfies only a pure heart knows fullness
Hate enfeebles the purity of friendship love restored and unite
A spiteful tongue drives peace away
But a gentle spirit halts when hatred knocks in
Therefore choose your seed wisely
For the heart is the garden you tend
And this is it.
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Star
weary
sorrow tears
Zillions flicker
dimming lightened gifts
bloodblack diamonds spinning
Flames flash skies into near night
Cosmic scales—fallen world's despairs
Dark-Star reaps ringed scarlet horizons
shooting star dissipating downward
Jaded stones form constellations
best poet’s mouth is silenced
Ashy smoke rising scents
Black gold dominance
Savoir-faire sage
from its dust
evokes
Zen
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KWANZAA FOCUS FOR TODAY
Sowing united,
We collectively reap more;
All being well cared for:-
Indeed, collective sowing,
Reaps nourishing growth for all:-
September glistens like her Harvest Moon
Draped in lush sapphire gown, she reaps
Bounty's finery, corn and foliage abloom--
And prancing to welcome autumnal grace
This Lady Virgo bestows wind its crisp air,
Then drifts off, leaving a kiss of soft farewell !
alabaster clouds
morph into ashen grey smoke
acid rain plummets
a grieving heart breaks in two
drowning within its own flood
angel of deaths scythe
shows not an ounce of mercy
reaps a twin flames love
Bombs begetting bombs,
War mongers are safe and sound;
Others being bombed:
The bombing of others reaps
Bloody power over them
No matter who dies,
Nuclear war bombing pays off;
Bombs begetting bombs:
Millions spent creating bombs;
Trillions reaped from their bombings:-
War is a business,
Nuclear bombs produced and sold;
Low cost drones offered:-
War is for power;
So is capitalism:-
Just do the homework:
Democracy is one thing;
Power control, another:-
Watch the news on war today:
It’s about finance; not life:-
Why not target peace?!:
What peace reaps is beyond cost,
And invaluable:-
We all share in peace’s reaping;
Not just the power mongers:-
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