Come cover me with taffeta blue
let the shine rub onto you
when joined with cotton the feel becomes joy
in its pure state
I love the touch of man-made materials
when I speak with my cello silence prevails
when cloth unites with the subtle texture of painted wood
the touch is overwhelming my heart becomes raucous
But then I play my cello silently
it groans in soft delights
the audience wriggles in their seats
heaven itself can’t contain the beauty of the subtle pianissimo
“Hush,” I said to the multitudes, they became quiet
I played a blue cello; a golden muted trumpet accompanied me
we began with a melodic mezzo piano playing with restrained bird calls
softly the bird songs sat above lilting melodious notes
Notes carry one toward into soulful ecstasies
long panoplies of chords flow like water into a placid lake
cellos then come to the fore filling out the symmetry of music
the full composition is luscious manna to the ears and soul
Chaotic chords flow to their beginning
returning to resolve to the tonic
to peaceful respite like humans require
to final rest
Struggling with bouts of joy midst jealousy
soul keeps escaping from angst, seeking relief
vanquishing pain to bask in ecstasy
while conquering selfishness that brings grief.
With GOD Who enables love* to prevail
I have learned to choose bliss over despair
submitting will so arrogance would fail
as faith is exercised in showing care.
*2Thessalonians 3:5 And the Lord direct your hearts into the love of God, and into the patient waiting for Christ.
June 21, 2021
1st place, "A Brian Strand Your choice" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 8/3/2021.
God set out the way to prove your worth:
"Multiply and replenish the Earth!"
No need to be wed
Just lie in your bed*
Happily spawning birth after birth!
*Reminder: God has an Open-Door policy
Hot flashes for change!
Entrenched momentum steamrolls
—maybe tomorrow
I've had so many knock knocks
My life feels like a joke
Speedbumps then roadblocks
Drown in tears I choke
Down, I'm nearly broke.
The molten iron burns, show I slipped so low
A golden sunburn, those blisters on my toe
When the dumps look high like mountains rising
Then I slump, fook that hike no point trying
I can't face life, I don't stop crying.
I'm looking up from the bottom of a barrel
And moving like a broken wheelbarrow
I stutter and start then flutter apart
Relapse in a heap and begin to weep
Collapse from no sleep becoming weak.
But it helps to know, if something really needs resolving
Them doors don't close nothing, they merely lead revolving.
25/03/2016
I saw you touch the raw ember of a fire
With naught but the purity of your tongue,
Calm set, poised heart held high
Vulnerable to all that might strike,
Centuries passed without cries parting
Your lips, ebony lips from deceased bones.
You stand on their outstretched limbs.
I felt you brush the land with nectar
For the benefit of cutting it away,
Barren earth displayed, riddled with rust
Yet tangy with the malicious force –
Force of those that set your fate
In immortality, the fame of those long gone.
A future in your quaking palms.
I know you with your high strung boots
Which trample all protests with a simple clack,
I know your fear, reverent in every quavering promise
Of life, of hope, of the rich honey that runs thick
In harsh blown trees and the thick rain on grass,
Your key is locked within the hollowed tomb of age
And time, to speak your rhythm to all.
You are the revolutionary, you are the start.
Being average is not enough for a reward,
resolve to do better and be a champion...
someone moving forward, not going backward;
keep your focus on resolution, don't lose direction.
If I had done that, I would have a fewer regrets,
been more confident and enjoyed life more as the true achievers;
are the deligent ones ever influenced by dissidence?
No, they're strong-minded and take great risks without dilemmas!
I would have been much happier, stronger and healthier,
if I had diverged and taken another path...
by not listening to those voices of dissuasion that
increased my distraught, throwing me into disorder.
I have learned as others have and defeating my plans,
I conquered nobody or nothing and nearly ceased to exist...
I couldn't give or feel joy as my outlook on life was the worst;
today, I'm resolving to do better by not forfeiting my chances.