Short Secular Poems
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Mother's sacred seeds
slide into Earth's slick sliming
soil of post-secular soul
for sublimely sticky
ego-systemic surrender.
The
sacred
blending with
the secular
in
a
vision conveying
his great sense of
joy
Ekphrasis of Christ carrying the Cross by Spencer
Aquamarines
the secular bay
surrounding the open wooden docks
becomes my new home
I love to feel the sunshine
return to the outer zones
10-20-12
contest
We here all of these songs, and their beautiful....
Tis what appeals to the here as now; these secular
Eyes cast within a pagans, prize ? Her world which lies.
Form:
those poeima
gifts free from above
mine to deploy
each earthly day
lent for me to enjoy
the sacred
with
the secular
He loved his God every day
Sending arrow prayers his way
Lifting his praise in simple patter
Amidst the kitchen noise and clatter
Not separating secular,from the latter.
Tribute to Brother Lawrence
Particular Reason
Reason for doing did not find particular
Car rolled over and accident was vehicular
After begging nd also borrowing
Had experience which was harrowing
Believe in God and cease to be secular.
Jim Horn
The 'N' Word
Some
people
of color,
diminutives
of a secular order adherent
superior echelon, stigmata
decoratives
in lieu of
a good
term.
2021 February 27
*2nd Place*
Double Tetractys 7
~~Eve Roper
Picture #1
Tourists traipse over sites.
The necropolises
Team with the secular;
Teasing mortality.
Trauma and terror marked,
Tasked with introspection:
To learn ‘Never Forget’.
2021-04-26
Pleiades T Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
HOLIDAYS-- Cinqku
Midnight
black Friday
turkey burping
tryptophan tornado
red ink
Church bells
echoing
remembrances
disturb the secular -
rebirth
John G. Lawless
11/9/2014
submitted - Dr. Ram Mehta – Cinqku Poem – Poetry contest
Greed sparks
the ravenous cravings
of a secular mind.
With insatiable hunger
their spirits covet
desiring beyond need.
Insensitive humans
cannibalize their brothers
with no end in sight.
Where is compassion
when legalities
have no morals.
Form:
Blues evoke emotions
Blooms of secular folk
Born of toil and work songs
Blend of lyrics and notes
Base in pitch makes sadder
Beats got faster and hailed
Best of music genres
Pleiades 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Date: 14/10/2020
Place : 3rd
what sounds good isn’t always good
the tunes,the beat, the rhythm
all could be the work of the enemy
guard your heart by what you listen to
by what goes into your mind, body, and soul
dont let it influence what you do ..
but change your ways by being made new!
The bard of Avon live
Long live his renowned name
I gather his words yo become a dictionary
His lexical usage are more secular and diagnostic
I move forward with literature inspired
By him and his works
The sonnets he wrote calligraphes the venom
The venom of wisdom
A baby born in a secular state
Of parents belonging to different race
It will decide to what faith
It owes its allegiance and its prayers.
A baby growing up in a secular state
Of parents belonging to different race
Unsure of its faith, unsure of its fate
In the end, he ends up falling from grace.
Therapeutic tipping points
of a pointless
purposeless ego life
Repurposes meaningful
primal ecosystemic
Whole ReGenerative Systems
of
and for
secular/sacred
purpose/meaningful
co-passionate relationships,
rooted in nonviolent communications
for ReStoring
and ReStorying
Earth Justice/Peace.
Utopian only in the eyes of the incipient yet vastly virtuous inverse commanding
leagues of the damned. Unbound in a secular disposition it rots, the treaty of the
voracious. A reciprocal nexus lapsing into a grave valor. Inter-dimensional seals torn
asunder for control. Looping utopia, learning untold evil.
I have never been the same,
after watching, the abandoned
moon, rising gracefully,
and becoming secular. There
were no words, no speech;
but a biological war had
started between the shadows,
like gondolas in the air.
You unexpectedly turn blue.
Somebody had left the bloody footprints.
Satish Verma
Life invites deeply sacred purpose
when Love widely integrates
enlightened meaning
within co-invested minds,
passion,
from balanced bodies,
co-operating integrity
of healthy wealth's
most resilient potential
Life engaging
deeply felt sacred mess
co-operatively owned and managed
EarthTribe clarifying purpose.
If muses
have sacred meanings
deeper
and before secular evolving purposes,
As ordained vocations
are to painful employment,
Then what music
would
could
should we prefer outside
to health care inside
digest?
Together peaceful
in resonance
Deeper
and before traumatic
warring
wearied
worn out dissonance.
The secular love:
you are contaminated
between skin and prayer.
Back from the odyssey
finding a crop-circle
in bridal chamber.
Rival was an alien
with a flat stomach
thinking black.
The thieving sperms
had a glorious end,
unentered in grass.
Your body was churning out
a religion.
I will find out my own god.
Satish Verma
he heard the golden trumpets calling
sounds coming from an empty mansard
as heat rises over his copper head
over his eponymous cosmos
the maker of secular arts
shall fall before he could rise for the first time
only because there's a leak sur le jardin
the maker shall fall deep down
bound to his cloaked heart of starkness
God loves us all,
Tall or short,
Slim or chubby,
Good neighbour and real friend,
Rich or poor,
Wise or foolish,
Well-educated or educated,
Traditional or contemporary,
Musical or artistic,
Athletic or non-athletic,
Religious or secular,
Near or distant,
Writer or poet,
Divine blessings from the Lord.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
how I love the fall
its tempered coolness
its gusts of wind
transport leaves and emotion
across miles of hallowed earth
the dry secular heat of summer
that turned my heart to kindling
and filled the streets with barren ideals
has come to an end
along with this seasonal change
my sorrow like the fallen leaves
slowly begins to decompose
I'm not sure
if nature's spiritual voices,
if Earth's cultural wealth-songs and health-dances,
are merely subjectively interesting
nutritional creolizing metaphors,
or if all ecological analogies
are necessarily and objectively interesting,
or perhaps even both,
secular-sacred co-arising
Gaian-Organic Hypostatic Unions,
CoOperatives,
CoPassions.