When summer's heat cries out for rain,
Flowers bow beneath the strain.
Yet deep below, the roots still keep,
Revival stirring in deep sleep.
Wilt is not a finale farewell,
Nor the tolling of a death knell;
The earth remembers every seed,
And yearns to grant what plants need.
Saudade drifts through twilight air,
For things once loved—or never there.
A sweet ache woven through the heart,
When hope and longing dwell apart.
The rose may mourn the vanished rain,
Bow in submission to drought's domain;
Yet dawn returns with silver grace,
When dewdrops fall on an uplifted face.
So when the soul begins to bend,
When weary days seem without end,
Recall the bloom that learned its art—
To wilt, to wait, and mend the heart.
It is the art of wilt and wait,
By which flowers haunt at the gate,
Knowing their wilt and wane,
Will call the gardener, back again.
Nine years old
way back
seventy-two years ago
my family went
to church's revival
The speaker was
a chalk artist
he told the story
of Lazarus
and the rich man
I realized I was
lost,
undone,
without God
or His Son
God reached
down His
hand for me
I did not know
exactly what
I had done
I did not really
understand
but the Holy Spirit
came in
I have wanted to
live for Him
and He has taken
care of me
A REVIVAL OF INTEREST-:-
invoked
conflated
traditional
linguistic
vocabulary
in REDISCOVERED POETICS
exerted
fascinations
without
contemporary
custom
&BEAUTIFYING TALENTS
exerting
precious
proportionate
passionate
translations
Divine fire glowing with hope
radiates pardon
burning transgression's filth
freeing hearts from guilt.
Revival fire of worship*
warms for God's service
as faith blazes to reach-out
souls from hell's fury.
*John 4:24 God is a Spirit: and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth.
September 15, 2025
3rd place, "VARIATION OF DRAMATIC OR LIGHT VERSE" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud; judged on 9/16/2025
Look what we've done
But why did you?
Look, we've done it
But should we have?
Why this first?
To be more heard.
Just because we could?
We'll describe.
So what about evolution?
What about it?
Is it not the rule?
Who’s to say?
Was it necessary?
We’ll justify it.
But in the silence
The howl remains.
Revival
We humans wept for the revival
Nothing nor time can be at arrival
Yet, the redshift of revival was horrendous
It often creeps the dream of wondrous
Sadly, shirked the throbbing drums
Yes! The soreness after the bubblegum
Thumps that messaged the wounds
Click away the silly sticky bounds
We, humans, sobbed for the curves
And constantly impairs the scattered nerves
Universe testified the forbearance
By passing phases of physical sufferance
We, humans, unable to speculate the fade
They rolled the unexpected blades
Blades that cut and curse the embrace
And we kept shouting with space to trace
Time, clicks away the antidote for pure
And eventually vanishes the miles of endure
We, vulnerable, we, vulnerable
We, vulnerable, we, vulnerable
Newness wakes after a decade
Decade of dullness and bone headedness
Create the covering cure and activeness
Yet, unwrap the belief, yet unwrap the belief
We, vulnerable, we, vulnerable.
When he ceased to pray,
he floundered and lost his way
in a world gone gray.
Then he turned his back
on church. Of friends, he lost track,
and gray turned to black.
He cried in the night,
"I'm to blame for my dark plight.
Can wrong be made right?"
God's Spirit so bold
revived this Christian gone cold;
soon life shone like gold.
His faith is now strong.
God helped him to right each wrong
and gave back his song.
Donald Trump, bold and brash
With visions grand in a vibrant clash
“Trump will fix it,” the fervent call
Dream big again, unite us all
© daniel miltz
Awake, O Mother, awake!
Your glory, an echo of a bygone prime.
Your once-mighty bow, now broken lies,
A fragile stick, bereft of might.
A glorious Queen, who begot all,
Fades away, like autumn's fall.
Ravaged by those her womb helped bore,
Betrayed by those she trusted most.
They claimed you died of lack,
Yet feasted at your wake.
As they entombed you, tears fell like rain,
They lament, "We wish you’d never left."
But when you rose, they fled in fear,
Their false grief laid bare.
When spring arrives, all will be green again
And the deposed Queen will again reign.
Reset your body with the affirmative motion
of your awakened senses dear child
Invigorate your soul and proclaim your life
through the middle way and let the self
assimilate with the oneness of it all.
Lose yourself in the timelessness of essential
both in heaven and on earth,
renewal is key element to Spiritual Revival.
Children of the macrocosmic implosion
grow the seeds of bioluminescent oxytocin
Symbiotic by design, the prana and the potion
That dihydrogen monoxide flow of all word spoken
Existential kintsugi thaws out every heart frozen
and gilds the cracks in every single circle unbroken
Those chosen?
Those awoken here to serve in devotion
with the motion of the ocean
Salt of Earth for the wounds that will open
We, the tides that choose to rise
Open eyes and light the skies
We, the lanterns on the darkest paths
Compasses that guide
So we stay loyal to the mission
Seek absolution of division
Bring the North, the South, the East, the West
a centralized vision
A whole revision, it's vital
A microcosmic revival
Let the ripples make the waves that lift us
out of survival
DIY EMF from inside you
Evergreen that exhales to ignite you
Eat the fruits of the Spirit that light you
and watch the Universe grow to provide you
Without further interruption a game, riddle.
Abyssal void manifests a skeleton and a cloak,
he has a sickle but is no reaper,
plays cards instead.
Dealt in a kraken with all sevens,
four on the board but the dice are rolling,
snap you from your reverie.
If this is the grim reality of a toad,
aimed at hue manatee then whose diamonds bled,
all I see are droplets of rubies.
Dave’s Jones is knocking his ship is sinking,
he shows the X but there is no spot,
so where is your treasure?
Extra clue,
sevens are wild.
The sudden eighties music craze
had gone beyond the norm
the local supermarket
was swept along by the storm
as more and more of the shoppers
joined in with the revival
filling up on nostalgia
from t-shirts to CDs and vinyl
Reaping the customer whirlwind
for Boy George and Eurythmics tracks
some smart Alec from head office
said “This is no time to Relax!”
the mullet headed store manager
he looked a manic Midge Ure
a sarcastic lad on the tannoy
said “Sorry, but we’ve got no Cure”
Over at customer services
I said a mistake’s being made
“The seventies had John Lennon
Bob Marley, T. Rex, Slade!”
the guy claimed to be sympathetic
towards my point of view
then asked me to go on a website
and give him a Five Star review
A wise woman sat at the checkout
smiled to me as she said
“When this fad blows over
they’ll still want milk and bread”
so the moral to this story
is one of wisdom not sadness
that everyone’s entitled to
their little bit of Madness.
Hearts ablaze with Holy Spirit leading
The trumpet blast of our lips
God’s kingdom falls and rises
Revival quickens* spirit
as love of God transforms soul
against cleaving to self
for reaching-out service.
*Psalms 143:11 “Quicken me, O LORD, for thy name's sake: for thy righteousness' sake bring my soul out of trouble.”
December 4, 2023
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