Mornings are made for paper and pens
In the hands of a would-be scribe,
At each day’s awakening between sun and shade
And silence is coming alive.
From out of the dark, the touch of a spark
Of light on the distant shore,
This time of day has always been made
For would-be scribes for sure.
When the mourning doves and whippoorwills
Begin their ritual songs of life
Of cooing, wooing and renewing
Everything in sound or sight.
And the would-be scribe tries not to hide
His or her thoughts too deep,
But let them all rise like dew in the sky
And eagles to snowy mountain peaks.
Let the words come forth
Like cool water from a riverbed,
Bringing thoughtfulness, kindness and ponderings
Wherever hearts and minds are led.
Let no one cease this ancient peace
Of writing in early hours,
The writer’s way of flying away
Turning tragedy and tears into wildflowers.
Let their words be heard and hearts be stirred
In the twilight of the day,
Excelsior to the would-be scribes
And all they have to say.
© Terrell Martin, 01/25/2025
Categories:
scribes, writing,
Form: Rhyme
You blankly stated,
On which I write my thoughts
Some of them are strong and bold
While others are soft and polite.
You are my canvas,
Landing tall at ten fleeting doves
I splash colored oiled pigments
Here and there and down our halls
You can see it down on our walls.
The brush strokes it on through,
The pigmented oils of
The hair hues of blue
They've painted.
Hair waiving through line after line.
With shade after shade
As if the ink was there.
Categories:
scribes, color, dedication, emotions, image,
Form: Prose Poetry
Led by star,
Wise men came
to worship.
The Scribes connived;
or were they just
naive about
the secret plot
and very evil
intent of the King?
Oh, what irony!
He believed Scripture,
but used it to kill.
121923PS
Categories:
scribes, bible, christmas,
Form: Prose
O'Yes, Braver Still Are Well-Hidden Scribes
Only the empty darkness dared to taunt
for even the great hero had his wants
not for gold or any treasure at all
yet is not common for greatest heroes to fall
What about those brave that live not to see
the empty phoniness of both you and me
O'Yes, braver still are well-hidden scribes
Are we all members of the same old tribe.
Is hope a gem that humanity seeks
With its bloody claws, hidden ghosts that peek
From cracks in olden walls that are laid bare
ghosts longing to spit that horrific stare
Why are we afraid of the ghastly dark
Tis true, that demons dance as a mere lark.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-25-2023
Sonnet
Categories:
scribes, dark, deep, evil, fantasy,
Form: Sonnet
...who nurtures with hope
cares with conviction
cherishes dreams
mends lost minds
remedies surrender
relieves hemlock of time
fills broken chalices
quenches thirst for belief
he or she is a faith healer
a fathomless feather
an ink pot of stories untold
who heals with faith
nurses from doubt
restores faith to heal
narratives change
fabulations retire
to the scrap-yarn
of vanished mistrust
and the poet embraces
reliable emotions
for the sake of being
a surgeon of despair ...
01st December 2020
Categories:
scribes, confidence,
Form: Free verse
Entrusted with divine oracles
reverberating with “Thus saith the Lord”
of wondrous historical chronicles
proclaimed as “Thy Word”...
you documented sovereign miracles
on scrolls, through frayed, cannot be vanquished by evil sword.
Hence, you are honoured with your diligence
along heavenly vision-iridescence
to publish the Creator’s statements
not using any pen, but crude scribbling implements.
Inditing* blessed Scriptures
you are ancient writers of spiritual calling
endowed with wisdom of grandfathers' scribe-features
exposing Genesis patriarchs in their faith fulfilling
never under desk lamp but upon the Holy Ghost’s illumining ventures
assured by God’s power, never failing.
Thus, your devotion is commended indeed
by what you’ve done, many souls have been freed
reached with the Almighty’s love and grace
blessed while reading His living Book with trust and praise.
*Psalm 45:1 My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
July 9, 2020
Categories:
scribes, bible, blessing, christian, faith,
Form: Ode
Though unlived ages defter poets shall bring,
And blur all rhymes woven in my barren span;
May young pupil-scribes with like relish savor
These yellowing tropes as sworn zealots can.
Despite the flurrying crop of many sharper wits,
Let new apprentices of fine art read these lines;
And gratefully gain inspiration from olden writs,
Fresh as dateless gems in death-hidden mines.
And should new vibes rather greatly outshine
This dusty craft and they still dissatisfied pine,
Abiding honor for founding feats will here keep
Future pliant eyes that for fallen warriors weep.
Not for incurable want of well-winding nuance
May youth disdain this tart ink ten eons hence.
Think of all gone generations' fluids of the vine:
Piling time betters stale rhyme like bottled wine!
Muse forbid that future versifiers should deem
These musings an exaggerated antique dream.
Categories:
scribes, allegory, art, first love,
Form: Elegy
P-oems
R-emain
I-n
N-iceness
C-reatively
E-xpressing
L-ovely
L-ine's
E-xcellent
E-ternal
V-alues
A-s
S-cribes
C-ontinuously
O-perate
Topic: Birthday of Princelle B. Evasco (March 02)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
scribes, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
"Poets are scribes from heaven...sent to earth to help better it one word at a time."
Aug.28.2016
One Quote - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Rick Parise
Categories:
scribes, analogy, destiny, inspirational, meaningful,
Form: Verse