Just outside Mountain, Wisconsin
the forest lies. It invites me inside
to hear the stories, it longs to tell.
Around a curve a puddle of water
from a fall of rain.
At each turn I never knew
what I would find.
A photo of a bear in the dark
is posted at the gas station.
The clerk said it is deep
within the forest when I
stopped inside for a snack.
No one can say for certain
where the forest ends.
I’m going inside to see
what it reveals. Another level
of secrets lies in undergrowth.
All trees stretch their arms
upward reaching for the sun.
I’m driving around the state
to find my time and place.
Lands once stripped, replanted
in a public works project
during the Great Depression
to give the land new life.
A glance through a crown
shows the sun as it shines on me.
Each morning asks me to start again
after I step outside the motel.
EBONY REVELATIONS
We are not
Their Hams,
We are Lambs
Of the Lord:
Our Liberator:-
Their race-based
Biblical thoughts,
Are as winter snowballs,
Falling into the fires of hell:-
As I scream out your name I fall
In darkness I have labored scantly clad in sack cloth and ashes
Wait for me I won't be long
My time is nearly up
Crimson moons in rivers by the shore break my silence
I scream out your name alone in empty rooms
Hold me in my dreams
Arenas of wild killers all fell before my might
In your name I breathe
Juniper with my tea
Mint cookies delight me much
Her name is forgotten all this time lost chasing shadows in the dark
Chained to the whispers of the lost skulls now long since dust
Do their whispers still sing out to you?
Wake me when the king has arrived is he nearly here now?
I am sworn to listen for the Lambs horn calling us up
Quake with fear when the trump sounds the end has arrived
Autumn and my Buddy will they meet me there on The Mount Of Olives by the Masters side? Questioning the reason to wait 2,000 years for a wedding feast.
Almost time for the third day to begin and the rising of The Son of Man. Lamb gets ready to break that seal and let our kingdom be revealed.
a splash in the pool
a summer day of ripples
cool revelations
Heidi Sands
6/26/24
(C)opyright
Ash tree borer bugs
add one more plague to the list
when should we worry
Dramatic outlook of our judgment Day
REVELATIONS
uncomplicted
staightforward
revealed
&extractedx
a discerned
illusion
dismantled
feelings
permeate
& proliferate
ina
disorientated
rhythm
so
refreshing
&sensitive
distinct
&offbeat
disrupting
status
changing rigour
the
direction
resting
heavy
&listening
fortune pocketful
the lines of his front palm read ~
sought a sage gypsy
Date written: 05/05/2023
Listen the dream is ?
More important it is!
Revelations, comes through dreams;
Understanding God speaks...
Sounds
Sounds
Sounds of the Father voice ,
Speaking such
Dreams of Revelations;
1/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
In the blink of an eye and it's over
Silence throughout the world, but it's over
Millions gone, millions still remain, but it's over
No dead lie in the clover
Those who live are dead
Those gone, live forever, never end
I was there and I knew
But the lost never do
It is something you choose
It doesn't choose you
During that time I was lost
Then I was found at a high cost
Most of the lost will stay lost
I and others will pay the cost
We stay free as long as we can
But we get careless and caught, at least I am
I am first, stands tall my end
I think of those behind me again
I think of all the words I said
I think of all the people I led
I pretend I'm going to bed
But then I am...
Home
REVELATIONS
nuanced
by
existence
took shape
a revreation
an
interpretation
simulated
&
once
hidden
a response
an
understanding
in
a
complete
&
absolute
truth
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
REVELATIONS
exploration
a
gateway
to tomorrow's
discovery
&
with
face-to-face
encounters
confidence
to display
a melting
point
of
peace
so
profound
warm
words
invading
thoughts
in torrents
identified
&
embraced
& with
thought
processes
realised
tracing
things back
through
the written
word
recited
tellingly
self-conscious
a source
of sincere
delight
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
The first move is on ' its reported a 15 year old boy
Has died from the bubonic plauge (Black death)
In Mongolia, apparently two people had it in 2021
At A place named Khovd.) They also died
Reportedly contracted from eating marmot
Meat is the line..Seems like the bat eating theory.?
In 2021 astra zeneca started making a plauge vax
Same year as covid was being advertised.' Seems
Strange.? This could well be the next fear driver
Some purported jabs already being administerd and
A local lockdown was in place, there are also reports
Of university teams identifying the start of the
Middle ages plauge outbreak as Kyrgyzstan.'
It seems all intermeshed and suggestive to my mind.'
The dominoes are in the process of being placed.'
Revelations
David J Walker
And now I know
The certainty
Of the coming
Of autumn
When these
young green leaves
must turn and fall
It is Spring
And I am thinking
Of last winter
And the cruel coldness
Of the winter to come
I am thinking of
Split logs burning to ash
As if funeral pyre
But it was the only way
We could stay
Warm
I am thinking of my father
Who passed
Ages ago
I wonder if he is thinking of me
As I dream of him
Silently saying
Privately conveying
The secretes awaiting
In Revelations
Revelations from Poet Atop a Mountain
After an arduous climb to the top of the mountain,
I looked back to see them looking at me;
Waiting for an answer, they queried,
“What do you see, ‘O Great One’ of the Ming Dynasty?”
What could I see? (Cloud cover below my feet.)
But I could hear echoes, and so I imagined tranquility
and painted a picture of myself
atop the mountain, leaning on a bramble staff
breathing deeply while gazing out far and free,
and put together words of poetry
to describe what I had heard and seen.
***
Poet on a Mountaintop by Shen Zhou, (Chinese, 1427–1509)
(translation from Indiana University)
White clouds sash-like
wrap mountain waists,
The rock terrace flies in space
distant, a narrow path.
Leaning on a bramble staff
far and free I gaze,
To warble of valley brook
I will reply, whistling.
***
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