RESURRECTED DEAF
God heard and answered;
We seemed not to have heard Him:
Loud justice echoed!
"Memories buried in the wavering wash of time"
Here am I resurrecting with faith's glow
“Memories buried in the wavering wash of time”
Thankful for flowing grace along God’s blessing-stream
Awaking my hopeful heart midst miracles ready to unfold.
Vanquishing woes inflicted by yesterday’s agonizing plight.
Here am I, beholding eternity with triumphant bliss
That once succumbed to frustration-despair
Confessing weakness of human nature.
As my physique combats well-being degeneration
Striving to let family-reminiscences prevail
Here am basking around childhood mirth
Marked by loving and caring home.
Oh, I pray* for good health from the Lord
With functional mind and reaching-out hand
To continue my parents’ legacy of kindness glow… since
Here am I awesomely lingering, basking under their memories’ spell.
Philippians 4:6 *Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
May 27, 2025
1st place, "Choose a Line 2" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 5/29/2025
"Resurrected Dawn"
In twilight's hush, where shadows dance,
The Dire Wolf's howl, a haunting trance,
Echoes through the ravaged land,
As humans tremble, at their own hand.
The scientists' hubris, a fatal flaw,
Unleashed the beasts, in a world gone raw,
The T-Rex stalks, with calculated stride,
The Triceratops, with armor, does reside.
The Pteranodon's wings, a darkening sky,
As humans cower, with a desperate cry,
The Saber-toothed Tiger, with eyes aglow,
Prowls the ruins, where cities once did grow.
The planet's reborn, in a primal scream,
As ancient monsters, reclaim their dream,
The humans, a fragile, quivering throng,
Must adapt, or perish, in this resurrected wrong.
The Dire Wolf's pack, a ruthless might,
Hunts down the last, of humanity's light,
Yet, in their eyes, a glimmer of fear,
As they confront, the creatures they did bring here.
The world is lost, in a bygone age,
Where humans are prey, and beasts do engage,
Their primal instincts, a force so bold,
The future's uncertain, as the past unfold.
In this resurrected dawn, where monsters roam,
Humanity's fate, is a desperate, final home.
CRUCIFIED RESURRECTED TREE
Sage crucified tree,
gray, and buck naked, granted
spring's resurrection...
flow of awareness
intuitively intrinsic
channeled
through tunneled time
navigates
cognitive impulses
basic
incessant surge
of
enveloping waves
of enlightenment
through
timeless portals
of perception
reflective
opens up
floodgates of
bliss
pulse of time
vibrates
in
inner space
infinite
psychic frequency
resonant
tuned precisely
in
halcyon harmony
with intonation
of eternity
transitions
from
one manifestation
to another
modulated
by edified touch
of
sanctified soul
illumined
life force
invincible
abhors vacuum
pervasive
propels the essence
of existence
through
elusive emptiness
filled fervently
with
resurrected rhapsody
innate
a roughened garden
devil's claw over blossom
stones like dominos
estate sale today
fingering through memories
grief cold uncaring
sold to the future
children bouncing on the grass
laughter resurrected
Poetic Form: Heptastich
I am
Aphrodite...
yielded from sea lather
and reached the shores of Cyprus on
a scallop's shell, symbol
of womanhood
and birth
I am
Aphrodite...
Homer sourced me as a
girl by Zeus and sea nymph, Dione,
and aphrodisiac
had influenced
my name
I am
Aphrodite...
a cause and effect for
incessant eyes aroused crusade
facing our guarded Mount
Olympus high
above
I am
Aphrodite...
unceasing prayers heard
by mere boldness and a taste test
from each sweeten apple
will direct me
to you
I am
Aphrodite...
petitions in the air
float endlessly, plucked graciously
by ivory doves to
be delivered
to me
I am
Aphrodite...
where I will recognize
you daily upon your first glance
into some looking-glass
beholding my
essence
I am
Aphrodite...
Olympian goddess
of love, beauty, procreation
also, satisfaction,
your every need
answered.
It is a night of sorrow,
a song of darkness,
As the hounds of hell cry out with madness.
I become petrified and begin tottering.
A Ominous shadow fast before me posturing.
The immortal one has awakened.
Evil shrouds his pale form, his raven
hair, And his full red lips.
They part slightly,
To taste the vital essence streaming from my weakened flesh.
With cold hands I'm held beneath him.
Now has become a night of shared vitality.
I'm unable to move, frozen in a trance.
I rise in a new life, for now I thirst.
Enclosed
in eggshell
darkness
trembles
the earth
aghast
mouth of rocks
cracked sighing
veil of temple
ripped up
tempest of fear
has scattered
wavering faith
of disciples
few
by the cross
stayed crying
with Mary
His Virgin
our Mother
torching flames
in dry fields
demons
dancing in glee
with screeches
and howls
claim victory
over Christ
Who has died
so
they think
eggshell
cracks up
third day
splendor of Risen
lights up
heaven and earth
and disciples
who return
with Him
to sup
rejoice lovers of love
sing spring birds
a new song
ring bells of the sky
angels with trumpet
and lyre
rejoice for truly
He is risen
His blood our sins
has forgiven
all believers
united rejoice
with His Father
has united us
in love
and the Spirit
in the glory
of their joy
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-Your Choice N -4/13/25
Tenth Place Winner: Regina McIntosh-Easter-3/25/24
Second Place: Regina McIntosh-Easter Contest-4/8/23
I
Why not love God, rather than people, too: the love of Creatures is the way to The Creator
II
Wesley's hymns include: "Heavenly Adam, Life Divine,/change my nature into Thine,"/ : Risen Jesus is The Perfect Adam.
God heard and answered
But I was not listening:-
Blessings still echoed!
GREEN
SLIVERED GRASS
RACES WITH A BLUR
WINDS DRYS N COOLS MY SKIN
THE HORSE I HIDE
CRIES IN DELIGHT
I RACE WITH DIGNITY.
Twilight sets...
AS A DAY DWINDLES AWAY
I RIDE FREEDOM'S TIDE
RACING WITH THE IMMACULATE SON
NEVER WINNING THE RACE
BUT TRIUMPHANT WITH GRACE
JUST RUNNING THROUGH THE COMING RAINS
VISIONS BLURS
AS I FLY FROM THE DYING OF NOON
GLIDING INTO THE RESURRECTED MOON.
magnetic currents deepen
within mind body prism
nectar erasing poison
filling all chasms
involuntary tremor
challenges concepts
although climb steeper
fearless spirit stands erect
vicarious knowing laid to rest
the bliss ignition continual
divine caress persists
humming renewal
even as we we bask
in the elixirous bliss flow
question on death is asked
willingness to shed form hollow
upon melding with energy divine
identity gradually falls away
as closer to love we align
lesser attention sways
form cannot contain
electricity beyond a limit
thus one day to rest is lain
Christ Self then shines perfect
thus twice born we still live on
as vibrational God presence
in any form we may don
as light of innocence
19-February-2021
During a solitary December blizzard in a Himalayan monastery-- a storyteller's humming enchants me. A distant moonlit snowflake blazes melodious stories, with no listeners, sprinkling rhythms in universe only for pilgrims seeking them. Faith lights up my immortal muse.
Under gleaming snow
flames of my muse resurrect;
survive life's blizzards
~~A memoir from my journey
May 31, 2020
Rhymes And Reasons Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
~Winner: Honorable Mention
Sipped one Pabst
Sobriety lapsed
Resolve collapsed
Resurrected
His checkered past
His fiancé aghast
Once more, outcast
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