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Poet’s Recourse

Why should I add another word
To words already spoke and heard.
Because to say, "The morning web was hung with light."
Is not to say,
"A spider gathered jewels today."

Categories: recourse, imagination, nature, poets,
Form: Rhyme

Reckoning Our Recourse

While wishing for that convenient chair
do not arrange answers with presumed prayer.
Wise words in recourse reckoning -
patience preferred and bless-ed beckoning. 
Listen, look up until grace
rewards reason with your Father’s face.
Find rest and relief in His embrace.

(works for parking places also)

Categories: recourse, 11th grade, inspiration,
Form: Verse

Recourse

Assistance for spiritual purification needs attention
in our hearts blessed with kindness
for to restrain our body and mind cleansed without contention
and flourish remotely as not to blindness
gifts given unto us to stay in holy blessedness
that we've acquired through love not to boast
beget me strong with your presence that's not incredulous
maintain my living uncontaminated as is foremost
encourage

Categories: recourse, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

October's Recourse

Flush with falling leaves of rust,
I stand balanced among the dampness of night;
Glittering skies alighting my path.

A chilled repetitive moan of wind
catches the serried strands of my hair,
while frost lightly tickles my frozen face.

The celestial crescent adorning October
surrounds me in a quilted patch of darkness as
the harshness of Winter confrontation draws near.

Categories: recourse, autumn, october,
Form: Free verse

Without Recourse

If at worst I seem
Pray not for hell 
Or the heavy beam
Say alls swell
Fight the force
And quell the calm
Without recourse

Categories: recourse, abuse, age, america,
Form: Free verse

No Other Recourse

My love has never been closer.
Unfold your eyes to the hushed glow
That strips your armor.
Oh, our emotional multitudes!
Our quaking desires!
Where does a whisper come from?
Does your head not twitch as the crow's does?
We’re all holy in our being,
Sacred in our existence.
Our blood rushing through 
Livid presence.
All being One.
All being Love.
No other recourse.

Categories: recourse, love,
Form: Free verse

Jesus My Recourse

I seek help from no one else
But Jesus Christ, my Lord an' all.
This daily grind ever fails;
In Christ, I'm free from brawl.

I can't go back to the place of death
From where He snatched me by His blood.
His grace and love are my breath; 
From Christ does my life daily bud.

Though I face a stormy gale,
His

Categories: recourse,
Form: Pastoral

Wind of Recourse

Blow
Blow now, blow
Wind of recourse 
Blow 
Sweep the thistles off
Their rooted feet
Clear the sharp thorns 
Off the fertile farm.

Blow 
Blow quickly, blow
Wind of recourse
Blow
Let the millet grow in peace
Without the troubling weed
Let the spinach bloom and spread
Without the piercing nails of the thorns

Blow
Blow hurriedly, blow
Wind of recourse 
Blow
Blow across the length
Blow across the breadth
Of this

Categories: recourse, freedom,
Form: Verse

Recourse

Recourse

The old man bends his   
knees- 
to the graveyard of 
speech.
His barren stretched arms  
raise up. 
Orates the last 
of his unpronounced 
plea, 
for a piece of sky,
for a grip of dust.
Unresolved. 

Like that of a master 
and his beast 
unwilling 
to pull the bondage 
of labour and grin. 
The latter's breath

Categories: recourse, absence,
Form: Ballad

The Artisan's Recourse

A mist is coming off the dishwasher sea,
Noon daylight is wearing thin,
A dormouse rustles last year’s leaves
The village sward shines verdant green
So much is done, so much will come,
So much is still to do!
So, we’ll make a friend of the soft grey dawns
And by light work the long evening through.


© Joe Maverick 08-10-2010

Categories: recourse, life
Form: Verse

Shannon's Recourse

tick. . . tick. .  talk the time today
busy a great gather of 
basketed flowers
that might move us towards
great outlawed-metered parked cars 
ticketing themselves
and twist. . . twist your fire-hydrant wrist
while the streets look the other way
simple lack-luster 
awaits your perceptive 50’s point of view
but it’s all the daughters that decide
off which part of

Categories: recourse, adventure, childhood, daughter, friendship,
Form: Free verse