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How did I become a human from stardust?
Born from stardust, a prisoner of the sky and earth,
Hidden by the distant stars and scattered by the wind in the night,
I feel like a nobody among forests and mountains, among rocks and cliffs.

I am the dishonest one who drinks from the reservoir of sincerity
In a process that happens when you believe in every death.
Shackled for eternity in a whirlpool of false immortality,
I let myself get lost out of complacency, to preserve myself in excellency.

A killer who is reborn by constantly passing through another death,
A refined spiritual torment that recreates a mundane man.
I return weeping to the scene of the crime, to discover myself unreal,
Naive in my own existence, eternally suspicious in nonexistence.

A Breathing Love

Those that I now love
are the dead who yet live on.

They are no longer memories,
but dwell under the rib cage
of this world.
Their lungs breathe in and out
magnifying every iota of creation
into a universe unto itself.

These are the hidden wombs
of all births.
Love is in them,
not as a past or future wave,
nor in any hand-me-down ocean,
but as an ever cresting Now.

Such a breath continually recreates
what the God seed has planted just once.

Jesus Is the Master Potter

Jesus is the Master Potter
By Franklin Price
09/14/2023

Jesus, is the master potter
We, the followers His Clay
He molds us into shining lamps
Reconstructing day by day

He lays His hands upon us
Kneads and shapes us 'til we're done
 He is the Master Potter
Who recreates us, He's the one

As cracks appear, remolds us,
Provides our structure with relief
Then fuels us, and lights us
To be His lamps that shine belief

He trims our wicks when needed
To even light the darkest hour
Leading others to salvation
His lamp has given us that power

He adds a globe of glass or crystal
To let the light burn in the wind
To guide lost souls to heaven
For since the garden, all have sinned

He cleans our globes when they have darkened
And our lamps are not as bright
And we doubt that we are able
To shine out believing light

If Jesus had not died for us
On that cross upon the hill
Would be no need to have our lamps
For other's nights, our lights, to fill

Engraved On the Heart

Steely needles stab and scratch at solid rock
Over and again – etching there her lines and curves. 
Painting his love and despair onto the cold unfeeling stones,
Hoping for release – finding little; for peace – finding none.
In six-fold color, he recreates in profile her wan visage: 
Ever poised on the precipice, the sick child awaiting death.

Poem based on Edvard Munch’s The Sick Child I (Lithograph, 1896)

Divine Conspiration

The universe conspires...
     nature weaves wefts
      poetry recreates
     the seasons of beauty

Allure of the Sea

the allure of the sea
    divulged to me
  a whitecap's primeval roar
    waves gently lapping the shore

  come ye, landlubber
    her hidden bosom awaits
  swirling waters' pleasures
    nature's womb recreates

Sortilegy 427

thanks to the arts she learned in that medieval trivia
and by her steaming daphnomancer's kettle
in the spagyric hour with salts and tubes and crystals
a witch creates and recreates elementals

ahhhh but she in the morning so modern
not silent and arrogant in judging itself eternal
so capable and loquacious forgets the envy of the deceitful people

and then
late in the afternoon tied to a burning pyre
bulging eyes watching the fire crackle
while those who watch in joy
flee scared in the riot
listening to the rustle of dirty old angels' wings
that another soul came to collect.

The Springs of Ceres Jewels of the Belt

Berenices and Arcturus
We're inspired.Hydra spoke
new words that tickled there
fancy. 
Creation recreates , creation
The sources of which is
Sourced.
We are the materials with origins
Sourced by our own meeting, 
gathered truths seeding like
sourced stones.
The things we know and those
things we don't know, hyperthermolly
speaking. They asked does Booted
stand in the Hydras of Ursa's pouring
To have us to believe the big dipper
and the little dipper faced one
another to create the precious stones
of envy. Jewels fashioned from the
Minds of artisans?

Charming Nature

"The sound of music nature’s beauty brings,
recreates for me symphony of spring." - By Poet


Stream
murmurs,
winds through vale,
sprinkles pearl shine
in whispering air,
rippling on serene flow,
carries fragrance of spring bloom,
enticing fervent butterflies.
As night sky dons starry jewel crown,
nature’s splendor charms me drenched in moonbeam.

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February 16, 2022
Syllable count checked on HMS 
Contest : E Forms - Etheree
Sponsored by : Constance La France

Spellegio 514

thanks to the arts she learned in that medieval trivia
and by the daphnomancer's steaming kettle
in the spagyric hour with salts and tubes and crystals
a witch creates and recreates elementals

ahhhh but she in the morning so powerful and special
not silent and arrogant in judging itself eternal
forget that fear and envy are universal

and soon after tied to a pyre she burns
bulging eyes watching the fire crackle
while those who watch in joy
flee scared in the riot that no one expect:
it's the drumming of black angels wings
that another dirty soul came to collect

Bicameral Reeducation

Bicameral education
recreates feelings of deeply safe integrity
and widely sustainable win/win nonviolent communication

Within
and between
green communion experiential
mindbody
healthwealth integral
organic systems
whole
holistic
openly regenerating

Holy Ego/EcoSystemic 
health redemptive
safe sustainable whole wealth potential.

To paraphrase Nancy Pelosi,
Our educational strength
is our multicultural 
inter-religious
indigenous 
universal wisdom

While our ecological health power
is our sustainable
integral
unitarian 
Whole Open EarthView 
unveiling BiCameral CoPassion.

The Challenge of Earth's Time

The challenge of our time
in Earth's gospel chorus rhyme
recreates humanity's performance
on this climate crisis climb

This climate chaos time
evolves in sacred blooming

Bellowing

Mellowing lives off key
in glee
on spirit Mother's EarthShip

This EarthShip Choir
sings a new Mother's song
meant to cling in gracious consort
within habitat of Earth's concert

Home
sweet home
of sacred green sharp muses
building civil and humane 
peace and just refrain

Worthy of divine,
so fine,
remind of Earth's wild music
regenerating
resonating Gaian birth

On our climate chaos climb
the challenge of our time
in Earth's gospel chorus rhyme,
praying for more well seasoned
reason.

Meghan Was the Bold Nurse

The ill woman lying silent in the steel wheelchair
was a lady if elegance living in exuberant riches,
who vividly remembers her as happy, generous, and fair?
Somebody should honor her with hugs and kisses!

Her fuzzy mind recreates wonderful images of adored faces,
of the ones who stood at her side and exulted her kindness;
why have they now abandoned her to a detrimental state?
Have they suddenly forgotten that they shared her full plate?

Meghan was the bold nurse who tended to wounded soldiers,
her white uniform was often stained with their young blood;
shouldn't we remember her now, not when she'll be under the sod?
Keep her constant company and she'll talk about the cannons' blasts.

Holidays come and go, she only hears Christmas carols...
spiritual comfort is what Meghan needs in her profound loneliness;
go visit her and bring her your friendship and prayer, 
they will be the best gifts she'll ever receive to ease her despair.

Either Remembered Or Forsaken

The ill woman who lies in the wheelchair
was well-spoken, happy, generous, elegant, and fair
and she lived a life of exuberant riches;
now in poor health, she's at the mercy of others.

Her frizzled mind recreates past images in photographs
of adored faces, she posted them among her artifacts;  
why did they abandon her to a detrimental state?
Didn't her full hands offer generosity and not shake?

Caroline was a nurse and took care of wounded soldiers,
often her white uniform was stained with blood,
nothing scared her, she continued to save lives;
won't anyone honor her now, not when she's under the sod?

Nature Over All

Water flowing quickly over the river bed
moss hangs tight to adjacent rocks
dragonflies flickering upon the ragweed  
leaves hanging low from the night’s storm.
owls searching for food in the dismal light
the forest provides shelter from the elements
nature presides and governs over all

Nature torments and tangles its abode
flooding its banks, taking up stakes
resettling transformation occurs in distant time
unlike genesis, nature recreates its global theater
which the environment becomes adapted 
and mankind has reason for acclimation

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