Metamorphic rock, move? Groove.
Combustion and shift.
Spiral orbit, red reprove.
Continents to drift.
Rogue wave, shattered basin.
Flood, thy waters rise.
Hurricane, dark fire, hasten.
Cimmerian prize.
Volcano, explode and flow.
Steady as you go.
Broken gold upon the bow.
Vehicles to tow.
Row, oarsman. Pole thy skiff well.
Here is hell? Do tell.
Flames upon the trees may swell?
Alarum and bell.
Pits and pots, forget-me-nots.
Freedom in our thoughts.
Revolution round the dots?
Red as any hots.
Order, dancing star, thy jar.
Ajar door of car.
Pretty lady, shoot for par?
Forever seems far.
Stipend, append. Letters send.
Heartbeat rock, bend? Friend:
Everyone is on the mend?
Transitions to tend.
Yucca bush, yawn. Yon yawndrift.
Chasm, fissure, rift.
Merchant, sir, the shortest shrift?
Well, life is a gift...
Time an elusive thread,
Unraveling mysteries, yet time remains unread and unknown.
From birth to death, its secrets keep winding,
Yet its origin, and ours, reprove our theories.
A journey through aeon, our pale blue dot's misfortune, vexed with time.
Lost in the vastness, like dust in the night.
Time, a silent machine, devours without sound,
Leaving ashes for unborn life.
From young to old, a cycle we trace,
Each slipt second a heartbeat, in time's endless loop.
Father Time, steady and wise, holds the key,
Co-existence of joy and sorrow, for you and me.
Time, an endless film.
Time a circle, loop of circles.
Tracing new path every moment.
In its loop, happiness and sadness unite.
Time, our last question, remains unsettled,
In its belly, our stories, yet to evolve.
I was there when love became you.
It spread across your eyes and smile,
left a breathless caressing hue
and whisper of softest beguile.
Aching for your gentle embrace,
yearning for the pulsing heartbeat
that your touch fetches with its trace
skimming my skin in burning heat.
I succumb to your calm shadow
arching with fresh unbound pleasure.
Growing fury of ebb and flow,
recurring sensual treasure.
You raise my heated eagerness
with sweet, sultry, seductive eyes.
My breath, catching in meagerness,
ceding in dramatic surprise.
I arise with feverish flush
designing a rhythmic motion
to entice, encourage first gush
in raw unrestrained emotion.
Ah, my love, will you stay with me
forever and further behoove?
We shall grow in greater degree,
you and I, without vain reprove.
My love, my skillful seducer.
In life, I dedicate my all.
You have become my producer.
In death, I'll hear your lustful call.
Your salacious murmurs teasing
torrid desire in me anew.
Your voice passionately pleasing.
I was there when love became you.
Do not look or wait for heaven’s kingdom, for it is in and outside of you
Never tremble to ask for a hand to get through
Pray without hypocrisy or you will fool just yourself
Pray every day and night till the last breath itself
Do not let the left hand know the crafting of your right hand
Build your house on the cornerstone, not drifting sand
Watch with care all animals and plants as your eye’s pupil
Love your friends as your own light without a scruple
Make peace with yourself to make the mountain of this world move
Do what is bright even when your colleagues reprove
Ride the heavenly horse, since you can’t ride two as a pair
Hear the neighing of heaven’s pleroma through prayer
He swam his pure mode onto the freeway,
At the crash of midnight, under a dull ray,
It's as if it's a rolling trip of a sound move,
He chased a vast owl overhead and flew away.
The monster sinks into the usual groove,
Also, to ask him for the land sternly proves,
Consequently, the vehicle started to shake,
His anguish freed the load from reprove.
A bird in the sky, tickling for air's sake,
His eyes boldly rushed toward the lake,
It takes a solid step on a sharp path,
A twig from a maple tree no leaf shake.
Explore the world from a tree's bypath,
Connect the fiery red and orange lath,
It sinks evenly into the dreadful abyss,
Bird quill pens are plagued by raw wrath.
The bird looks at the sprinting diss,
Instead of roving, the beast is remiss,
The auld damp air drove the birds away,
Birds look for limbs that rest on bliss.
2ND Place Contest Winner
Written: June 30, 2022
Flight Three Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Comforter indwells within us
He's the Holy Spirit
Convicting us of sins and thus
Of each dark demerit
When we disobey God
With untruth we are shod
Need to confess we're flawed
Hark the warning bells
Comforter indwells
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Comforter indwells believers
Do not quench His soft voice
Be not misled by deceivers
There is always a choice
Forsake dark desires' clutch
Give heed to God's soft touch
Confess, repent as such
Overcome sin spells
Comforter indwells
Form: Double Quietus
19th April 2022
And Samuel said, Hath the Lord as great delight in burnt offerings and sacrifices, as in obeying the voice of the Lord? Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice, and to hearken than the fat of rams. - 1 Samuel 22:15
And when He (the Comforter/ Holy Spirit) is come, He will reprove (convict) the world of sin, and of righteousness, and of judgment. - John 16:8
He that covereth his sins shall not prosper: but whoso confesseth and forsaketh them shall have mercy. - Proverbs 28:13
For Unseeking Seeker's "Soul Betrayal" Contest
What if I have to give advice?
Better if the urge’s sacrificed.
Fair, you can’t help, but criticise,
Fairer, he’s left on feet to rise.
There may well be times to reprove,
Better let him himself to prove.
Sure, there’s time sometimes to speak up,
Still better by far to shut up!
Time can’t make things right when you write,
Better, when you write, time’s deemed right.
The heart when feels as if all rose,
Better time for poems than prose.
When thorns of doubt begin to hurt,
There’s no better time to exert.
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Couplets |03.12.2021| poets, poems,
When I pray, I tell Jehovah,
the loving thoughts, I think
How amazing CREATION, the
freshwater … that I drink
When I pray, I tell Jehovah,
why I’m always grateful
Gift, of “ONLY BEGOTTEN SON,”
forever … be thankful
When I pray, I tell Jehovah,
how much, I love his Son
Appreciate “Ransom” Christ paid,
the thing’s he’ll do … has done
When I pray, I tell Jehovah,
“GODLY WISDOM”, desire
Scriptures, reprove, discipline, and
teach me … goals to aspire
When I pray, I tell Jehovah,
his “POWER”, find awesome!
I can’t begin to understand,
amazing things … he’s done
When I pray, I tell Jehovah,
“JUSTICE”, appreciate
MERCY learned is not partial, if
repent … for the mistake
When I pray, I tell Jehovah,
His” LAWS, I dearly love
Grateful for his loving concern,
his “GUIDANCE” … from above
When I pray, I tell Jehovah
I love his “HUMOR” too
Love watching monkeys he designed,
the silly things … they do
When I pray, I tell Jehovah,
the feelings in my heart
Why can’t I put “LOVE”, into words,
or paint it … in my art?
What is angered emotion
that runs so strong
It can take magnificence
and destroy with one storm
It is the unseen force of power
that swells from within to erupt
and not cower
No shackles to break or bars to remove
It simply bursts forth without any reprove
It sets on a mission to ultimately release
a darkness inside that can not find peace
It builds its strength on building
insecurities
Desiring to shed its darkened
impurities
Anger gains power in the shadow of light
It can only creep and prey
during the darkness of night
It’s the light that weakens it’s wicked flame
It’s the light that reveals
its impending shame...
One
Has more to gain from those who kindly reprove his wrongdoings
Than from
Those who constantly applaud his every thought, word, and deed!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 January 2021
Running
I’m running, dodging, forever fleeing
From things I wish not to confront
Bad traits, weaknesses, and vices
I believe they should be shunned
These things I linger to acknowledge
Just because it will hurt my pride
Though I know I must make changes
Still I can’t seem to decide
Why can’t I just be accepted
With all of my essence, all of me?
Is it a bit too much I’m asking?
Why can’t you just let me be?
Whether you will criticize me
Or maybe judge me, I don’t care
Don’t correct me, don’t reprove me
None of that is even fair
I am running, I am dodging
This has now become a skill
Even fleeing I now master
When I’m counseled against my will
All this running, all this fleeing
Has left me feeling mighty free
But one skill I still don’t master
Is how to run away from me.
Wendy Nipas
Retarded limbs in dark surrounds,
Embattled heart ‘n muffled sounds;
Dying hope of life abounds
I am winded to the gut.
Slowly sinking through the clay,
Sly emotions slip and sway,
Tomorrow is another day
and I am winded to the gut.
Pain takes charge of limb and head,
Feeling like I need a bed,
Read a book; pray instead
I’m so winded, to the gut?
*
Twitching throat and anxiety,
“Heart, practice piety”
Re-integrate ‘to society
and rise above this deadly rut
*
Once thought it’s gone and then
Alas, it intrudes without pardon,
Rudely again my heart to harden,
I’m kicked again, in my gut.
Cycle, cycle, this awful groove,
Shakes it’s hand in sick reprove,
Denigration with one swift move!
I’m so winded in my gut.
So what now, my hopeless host;
Can you prevail above this ghost?
Healing physician – lost your boast?
I’m still winded to the gut.
Is that a light in this dark cave or
just some glow fly at the grave?
What will me from this dark pit save?
I bow my head and hold my gut.
Time passes by relentlessly;
Who’s in control – you or me?
These questions mean I still can’t see!
Oh, such turmoil in my gut.
A band of truth
A circle of love
An ownership claim
An advertisement to the world
With this ring I own you
I promise to cherish you
I pledge to take care of you
I hope what I say is true
With this band
I tie you down
I claim you till death
I might even defer to you
With this circle
I encompass you
I collar you
I put my all in you
I must hold on to you
Upon your eager finger I set my hopes
My future is you
And it is now we
With words that are uttered
With anxious pride
I commit and swear
An oath of infinity
That might be
A noose imbued with animosity
The future is bright
It is time for the party
We share our love
We are blessed by god above
May patience outlast our momentary love
The ritual of prostrating to society
Is now over
Living has sunk in
Life mirrors fantasy only occasionally
Love dims
Commitment holds
Cataloguing begins
Circle of random joy
Circle of probable eventual reprove
Circle of unspoken responsibility
Circle of expectant continuity
Circle of overwhelming obligation
To one that is to be loved
dramatic verse
LORD, your mission I long to fulfill.
I know at times I hinder Your grace.
BELIEVE, You plead. -- I believe until
HELP is put on hold and doubts displace
THOU, God, the one Master of my will
MY deepest need is strength to erase
UNBELIEF -- to wait patiently still.
I need you Savior, LORD, my Surety,
counting it joy when I profess You are mine.
So when I fail to BELIEVE deplorably,
questioning your HELP, asking for signs,
O how very great THOU art, I sing to thee.
In your presence, MY faith I refine
and break off UNBELIEF, infidelity.
Jesus Christ, my unchanging LORD
totally pardons me I know. Once I
made my original choice to BELIEVE,
He’s always been nearby to HELP.
Reprove me, O Holy Spirit, THOU
can remove what I do not need-- MY
self-seeking pride, alas my UNBELIEF.
written 8/16/2014
inspired by:Mark 9:23-24, (when Christ healed the boy of demonic spirits)
23 Jesus said unto him, If thou canst believe, all things are possible to him that believeth. 24 And straightway the father of the child cried out, and said with tears, Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.
When the signal is given,
everyone steps on the line,
ready to start the journey of life.
Some focus on the goal,
striving to be the best.
Another moves on without care,
looking as others pass him by.
Many even cut corners,
cheating their way through the race.
Some may pay dearly for this.
Others may scale through without reprove.
Some may even run with speed,
but break the rules of the game.
These have no reward at the end.
So run your race with care,
to end well and get your reward.
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