Short Crucible Poems
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nuggets of
wisdom
mined
from
the
crucible
of the
misshapen
slumped figure
in
the
disconsolate
wheelchair
Explosive birthing
genesis of the cosmos
create everything
everywhere then all at once
with matter and energy
crucible of heat and light
I persevered, ‘My ideals are gone’
Life mocked me, NO! –
‘Ideals’ untested in reality’s crucible
are worthless, unusable
Boy
Obstinate, belligerent,
Cursing, fighting, bullying,
Girl, crucible, ring, child,
Relenting, healing, sacrificing,
Steadfast, kind,
Man
Deepest fears deplete the darkened mirror
The shallow artifact goads the seer
Lamps switch between worlds
Starlight crimp and burn
A hellbent crucible is near
This is how, in the dry lands of printed words
we stir light in a crucible of swirling doubts.
Blindly we speak for the unknowable,
our lips shut tight in a dark room,
teaching fingers how to dream.
To go through the Great Passage was Noble
to feel that Sacred Flame that was lost
by the very Scourging it took to create it, not through the Light,
but through the Dark Crucible I found Strength, But by the Light
a Doctrine Of Fire
Spring came like a crucible-
With a flicker, a spark, a bursting
Into color like a blossoming flame
Out of a crackle of breaking ice-
The sunlight burns through
With the brilliance of revelation
As season blazes into season,
A divine transubstantiation.
Its always been the same crucible
,burn the midnight oil,
welcome to the new heap
dig the new shovel
Life in a private nunnery
waiting for euphoria
for someone to offer her a miracle
Like the calm before the storm
Shes so grateful
all awash in the World
One with oneness, bliss energised
Devoid of resistance
In timeless time, God’s realised
For love, there’s no distance
Ignition renewal
Bliss throb continual
In body crucible
When in stillness
One with oneness
01-March-2022
Quietus
Earth to give
form...
Water to give
spirit...
Fire to give
heat...
air to give
breath...
In the great crucible
of nature, only
four essences
to create life...
To make
the universe vibrate...!
tied against the mountain
the blue children play
the upturned apples' cart
scent filled the air
The Wild herons flew southwards
as the crucible sun hit the apex
Crimson skies laced against
the white aconite churchyards
We left, denouncing the first hymn
we heard
surely someone has desecrated the night sky
Reduce burden on body and mind
Breath slow lest the void be disturbed
As a crucible of God's divine energy
With pulse of love, heart has concurred
Demons sometimes do raise their heads
Wafting divine fragrance heals pain
Enigmatic life movie plays on as ordained
For our nonchalant eye, it is no strain
25-October-2022
Summertime sang its chorus
Echoed through my brain
Springtime promised hope
Sending rain to clear the pain
I walked into the solstice
Prayed solace for my soul
Sacrificing my heart, your crucible
To purify the gold
I searched out the light,
I stared into the sun
Its rays scarred my eyes
I couldn't read your runes
Loneliness consumed me
In the darkness at noon
Twisted in eddies through whirlpools of living
we are experimentalists with emotions of affection
as vocabulary of language cannot denote-
for measures in words are profoundly inadequate
for two spirits forged in the crucible of souls
tempered in moments by breath of existence.
For no voice had nor thoughts expressed
what heart has heard as love’s guest.
Let me take it back to the Old School where Courage was Virtue
Heart Strong, Fearless, I'm Resolute
Peep This
I Got This Feelin, Like a Burnin Torch I'M LUMINOUS!
Head High through the Crucible
Wings Wide, The Flights Exuberant
Light Bright
My Hearts a Goliath,
Soaring Up High, Golden Born like a Mastodon
Ever Rising, Ever Glowing, Burning Bright like Saffron
Is what we
do
all there
is?
Do we
create
the
universe
in
our minds?
Are our
ways
the only
ways?
Are
the
ways of
this
world
the only
ways of
sentient
existence?
Are we
the
crucible
for future
Universal
governance?
If,
we
are
in fact
the
only
sentient
beings
in this
cosmos
we then
are
setting
the stage
for how the
cosmos
will
be
governed!
We have freedom to create,
the right to participate
and desire to aspire with our worlds dying fire.
Come close and I will share the story of love
that was held like a dove.
You may be aware, that it can lead to despair
But if you are willing to take the step into the Crucible
you may find the Humanity is shaped by our Insanity.
P.S (Crucible) using the meaning as (extreme test of faith)
Divinity’s candle
stays burning alive
not born or created
conceived or contrived
Its light from the center
forever shines through
the moment’s unveiling
delivering you
To places all knowing
through spaces unknown
the mix in the crucible
its myth to atone
The vision self-granted
when time is deposed
confirmed refutation
— with nothing to know
(Villanova University: January, 2024)
Held fast by hatred's unholy crucible,
Drawn limbs taking leave of sockets blue.
Head hanging in forsaken sadness,
Praying for those responsible.
Forgiveness granted in absence of understanding,
All past and future wrongs laid on agony's shoulders.
Torture spikes of indignity piercing bleeding hands,
Enduring that crucifixion to save all us sinners.
Copyright © 2004 Robert William Gruhn
I strive to smelt my feelings in a crucible of art,
I plunge them into tears until the hissing starts;
And after they are cooling, then I hammer them with zeal:
A rapier forged of supple, double-edged poetic steel.
I lunge it at my enemies imagined…usually,
Or raise it in salute to valiant friends, so loyally,
Or turn the weapon on myself, then finally
To stab my pretenses, skewered with “Why me?”
never another line beyond the standard crucible.
perigan dive, falcon plain.
we all scatter.
moving faster, simpler.
time talins sharpened flicker by..
look at that sensible head, such a sensible head,
held by a thread.
naked in the garden at the beginning.
got a get out of this skin sometime soon.
never going to look back
never that vulnerable again.
it always is, a touch intimate
embraced, released, renewed
in a continuum of bliss sedate
delighting at myriad love hues
hollowed out form, magnetised
crucible of bubbling joy spacial
slow divine tease within realised
being to become a living miracle
truth known, through inner sight
to which, each alone is witness
electrifying form day and night
melding presence with oneness
28-January-2021
I'm wistful and sad,
you're not here,
yet you're everywhere.
Your pillow refuses to comfort me,
I punch it and yell up at you,
"Why did you leave?"
Away, I must get away from here,
I don't want to see,
all these memories.
The moon's in the sky,
strong winds are behind me,
a star shines brightly.
When morning comes,
I'll have coffee and toast,
then hold your poor pillow really close.
Wakeful dispensations....
Traveling down reproaches weaving road at the speed of mono sound!?
Disintegrations decay within the rearview mirrors fiery blow-by-blows
Smoke and debris transformations strewn about whirlwind trails of sins
Destructive tales to form this phenomenon through, vestibules cryptic....
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....Crucible amid, assimilations abstract theory?!
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