Song
Tugging
Inner lives’ passions
To gleam abroad all…
With song
becoming light
— of the soul’s embracings within —
longing
for the open, full atmomosphere ~
Released to resound
Fully
from the buds of all Earth fields
The still-reverberating echoes
Of that Day One of Music’s created
Omnipotently-composed origin.
Categories:
reverberating, light, music, passion, song,
Form: Free verse
High fidelity
reverberates well
truth of God's message
ringing yon eardrum
reaching depths of heart...
...toward freedom
soul's salvation
liberating
faith to spread news...
...echoing
love and grace*
joy of peace...
...clear for
all to...
...hear!
*Ephesians 2:8-9 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast.
April 18, 2024
Categories:
reverberating, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
I think form in poetry
(in all sorts of writing)
is akin to math: without meaning
until we are talking the likes of
apples and oranges; buildings
and their elucidating inhabitants:
what goes into, and then comes
from our hearts – minds that dream...
The crux of any communication
is what is being said, how it is
being said~and whether the discourse
is perceived alive or sterile –
I do not want my works to have the
equivalency of genetically modified seed,
producing one crop, going no further than
one mouth; adding no reverberating
crunch to the ear of humanity~myself preferring
cremation to the dormancy of an embalmed grave....
Categories:
reverberating, poems, poetess, poetry, poets,
Form: Prose Poetry
Memory verse-recitation
enriched our phone conversation,
concluded with, “Mommy loves you,
but God loves you the most!”
Gaining consciousness after his accident,
“Mommy” was the first word he uttered.
He’s 22, but he’s like a two year-old, longing for Mom.*
God-instilled Mom’s love
reverberates in the heart**
oblivion can’t shut
*Such son is among the children whom I have become a mother to in our orphanage. He was brought to our custody when he was 1 and 8 months old. The last time I saw him was in 2018. He started to call me in May this year, and we had regular fellowship hours through phone... until the 2nd week of June. We are praying for his recovery as we await for his transport back to our place, to be in our care, hopefully after the community quarantine. He met an accident on June 24 in the Visayas. We are in Luzon, so he is an island away from us.
** Psalm 57:7 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise.
July 10, 2020
3rd place, "A MEMORY" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 7/13/2020.
Categories:
reverberating, child, christian, faith, god,
Form: Haibun
Gripped with various sounds of silence...
How can my counselor’s heart
and social worker’s mind escape being affected?
Disturbing and confusing
Eerie sounds of silence I discern
Aftermath a lover’s quarrel…
Then there’s the oppressively afflicted
Hurting silence-sounds I loathe to entertain
Followed by vexing sobs of attention-seeking teenagers…
Never could I ignore the agitated and restless
Enthusiastic yet silenced sounds from special children
Persevering to behave but cannot control themselves…
With this exposure, I always aim for soothing silence…
Reverberating sounds of hope and faith, serenely blissful
Vanquishing skepticism mockery that echoes doubt-shouts…
Midst my communion with the Sovereign
Who listens to me, understanding my heart… just as I am.
*Habakkuk 2:20 But the LORD is in his holy temple: let all the earth keep silence before him.
August 3, 2019
1st place, "STRAND CHOICE 7, any form, any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/27/2020.
Categories:
reverberating, christian, devotion, faith, god,
Form: Free verse
After the rains,
it was a full moon
in summer night.
Fleeing from a subculture-
of violence, she was
nestling in the arms of clouds.
A lost killer swearing
with bruised arms,
raking up the old vendetta-
beheads the phallic
image. A brutalizing
score, when we were celebrating
the moon’s arrival. There was
no impropriety in spilling.
Sperm was the conjugal bliss.
Satish Verma
Categories:
reverberating, art,
Form: ABC
Horrible snore
Startled me to the hard floor….
Couch to explore
Categories:
reverberating, angst, life
Form: Senryu