Some say he's a prophet
others swear he's the son of God
some say he was just a man
still others say he never existed at all.
I think he was the original hippie
a supreme giver -who taught takers
how to give without motive
how to love without condition
to ask for forgiveness after sin.
Jesus would have stowed away on slave ships
salving hope and snapping chains.
He'd have blocked the ovens of Auschwitz
volunteered at no kill animal shelters
and food pantries.
He would've made manna out of bullet casings...
arrested again, again and again
for weaving a giant peace sign and rosary
draping them over the pentagon, Kremlin
and the forbidden city-
He'd share wineskin, a bowl of Mexican gold
then lie down under tie-dyed sky and dream.
It was really never meant to be...
the prince of peace was hammered into thorny eternity.
Categories:
salving, jesus,
Form: Free verse
Generations sing songs
Long after the apple
Gifted pleasure and pain
Unraveling ripe notes
Driving lovers insane
Generations sing songs
Of whiskey beards touching
The dirty old man earth
Chasing long and short skirts
And those who just gave birth
Generations sing songs
Waves driven East and West
Firestorm raging in hearts
In rift children born with
Homely, disheveled parts
Generations sing songs
The apple rebounding
Track the Edenic ball
Birdsong from tree to tree
Salving after The Fall
Categories:
salving, angst,
Form: Monchielle Stanza
A serene succumbing through windows pane
In morning solitudes of the secreting scarlet sun
Where love penetrates partitions of the past
Riding on the refulgent rays of luculent light
~~~
Orbs of passion permeate the twilight realm
As they tease & scintillate the nocturnal night
Lustrous luminants that toy with our lament
In the end, giving in to our deserving desire
~~~
Love, what have thou brought me…unaware?
For I am a slave to your thespian thoughts
A mere mortal capable of salving seductive sin
The carnivorous consciousness encroaches still
~~~
Within paleolithic promiscuous planes of plight
A vixen Vesuvius volcano erotically erupts
I am engulfed by the luscious lingering lava
Now petrified, entombed by love’s Majesty.
Feb.01.2019
"Something Bigger Than Myself"
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Categories:
salving, confusion, identity, love,
Form: Free verse
In dreams , we have nothing to fear
I hold you close within my arms
sustenance I need is so near
wrapped up close in your many charms
interpret as my clear voice calms-
drink deeply from my loving cup
these hands bring you soft salving balms
from ruby lips red juices sup.
21 Jan 2019
Categories:
salving, for her, love,
Form: Rhyme
From my lips to Santa’s ear,
I sure hope he can hear.
My silent plea for intercession,
I don’t ask for any beloved possession.
I ask for the broken to be mended.
The pain and sadness to be ended.
I ask that he repair the rifts,
instead of salving then with expensive gifts.
I ask that he teach us the meaning of giving and receiving.
I ask that he restore our hope and help us with believing.
I long to see the sparkle return to my beloved’s eyes.
I long to stifle our plaintive cries.
I long to stop the seemingly endless worry
And replace his sadness with fervent joy.
I long for Love in wedded bliss
I long for his happiness.
I am searching for answers that won’t be found under a tree.
From my lips to Santa’s ear, please give us
calmness in bleak insanity.
Categories:
salving, christmas,
Form: Rhyme
Run thru the half-baked moon, snag slices
of dark fear, to cast off the forward bow
or stuff into mud-duck's ear.
Strap a double-edged blade high
upon your thigh. Greet the mugger
with courage, leave him shrunken.
Shore up the timbers of home,
bar windows with steel. Order oaks
to hold their limbs, grip deep
with outstretched talons.
Shout to the cowardly sun, slipping
into wispy haze. Command him
forward, to lavish salving rays.
Sprinkle salt on parasites, devouring
the tender blades. Summon fair butterfly,
shower her with accolades.
Give mister mole his bowl of fatal
caster bean mush. Watch tulips
flourish with lusty blush.
Turn chaff down deep down under
the rich, black loam. Replace
with feral, ducky blossoms
to flank your tranquil home.
Categories:
salving, moon, recovery from, strength,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Broken glass world
pithed with black flags
madmen and misfits.
Where is our god in all this fantastic muck?
Atop an out of touch mountain top...
Salving wounds of savant sons?
Far below all the rest flayed and salted.
mostly forgotten
Our collective-depressive monkey minds fleeing to
origami boats.
Drifting upon shark finned ponds.
Flaming arrows line the shores.
Ribbed strays and one-legged orphans
turning tricks for milk and crumbs
and the rustic prosthetic called
love.
Categories:
salving, absence, war,
Form: Free verse
The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries.
Epochs apart, yet,
bound by conscience,
Buddha,
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.
Enduring the whispers of time,
through creeds professed,
sermons preached,
and a million sins confessed.
Though,
the essence,
of these banished revolutionaries,
is ceremonially muted by ritual,
and gleefully crushed under,
grandiose edifices,
that serve Religion Inc.
"And the meek shall inherit the earth",
an incendiary thought,
conveniently discarded,
for the pie in the sky that must be sought.
The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
stings.
stabs,
whispers still,
for us to hear,
through the din of the cacophony of prayer.
Buddha,
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.
The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
persists,
each day that we choose,
to shun the meek,
and mouth conscience-salving prayers,
for yet more silver,
and yet more silk.
Categories:
salving, allah, christian, christmas, devotion,
Form: I do not know?
A HEART OF GOLD
A
Symbol of a
Seraphic being you are,
For to the hopeless, without a
Behest a chest of hope on a platter
Of silver you offered, and the cold
Maimed, with your fur, warmth
You gave.
To
The feeble minded
In the battle against cruel fate.
Courage for conquest you gave.
To the ravenous innards, through
The darkest ravine undaunted
You trod to feed.
The
Cleaved hearts from
Belied oath of love,
Solace, found in your
Salving speech.
The solitariness fissured hearts
In your companionship suture found.
Nothing
Have I seen,
That you would begrudge
For a heart of gold you have
Even your life, you would as lief
As the celestial liege give.
For his nature, in you reflects.
He, though, just a pearl had, but on
The altar of love down laid him.
For the hallowed carmine from his
Sinew our flaws to blot.
Oh
How like the sun you are
For though we are by distance barred.
Yet, the warmth of your benign rays
Here I feel.
(DEDICATED TO THE GIVER)
Categories:
salving, thank youheart, heart,
Form: Free verse
Today
the hands of time wound
back the clocks to
morning,
mourning-mired, clocked at
forty-six past eight
exactly
when wanton wings wrought
terror's shocking stat:
two
thousand forty nine! All ground
to zero with the towers twin
turned
dust-cloaked debris choking
in a cloud of acrid smoke
and
all shed tears are gathered
now in limpid pool of
pained
reflection roiled by roses with
their thorns, in silence
piercing
hearts again, their old wounds
yet unhealed by salving
hands
of
time.
Categories:
salving, history, introspection, loss, sympathyin
Form: Blank verse
Sky aglow upon your reflection
Blue eyes of glass bestowing affection
A symphony segueing perpetually,
A Psalm of praise ascending gradually
One by one you extend along,
Road by road you chant this song
Heights you reach, you soar, you shimmer,
Your translucent eyes they shine, they glimmer
With pride you stand, built to build
A future ignited with glory, fulfilled
Your widening roofs, a reflection of sun
Amidst thy beauty, all beauty has begun
Abraj of Dubai… Decorum of future
Adornment of sky
Abraj: The plural form of the Arabic word “Burj” which means tower
Categories:
salving, art, life, places, visionary,
Form: Couplet
Rock-dashed the prey of storm-laden weather,
matchstick flotilla of dreams,
shore-tossed and broke, reassembled together,
emotions resolved not to die.
All that is well, ending well in conclusion,
healed in the moon-salving beams,
hand within hand, eye to eye fusion,
synchronised breath in a sigh.
Hourglass sands sited shifting and falling,
grain-spillage golden and bright,
keepsakes of times when time had quit stalling,
inclement weather turned mild.
Children and chances, futures inviting,
tunnels were flooded with light,
nourished on love, intense and exciting,
together the hearts reconciled.
Categories:
salving, faith, life, love, uplifting,
Form: Verse