salted sure solidarity
soldier servicing s o l i t u d e
stable E Y E in storms
staring at ships
s a i l i n g
sagacious
seas
sombre in siren
signalling ~~~ \/\/\/
with …..
seals and salmon
we sighted
sanguine light
singular spirits of singing sapience
some to summits
you show in
STATURE
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Colonel loomed large with his lieutenant
solid chunk of life kisses death intimately
blue aura of woody smoke rise
flashing across mental screens wise
Solid chunk of life kisses death intimately
an instant adjusting lens and memory
flashing across mental screens wise
meeting with Ministers of State dies
An instant adjusting lens and memory
arriving long before appointed time
meeting with Ministers of State dies
waiting equals patience eating pies
The catching up began steady
tiny portals of Light descended
beams directed heavy bags ready
cigarettes and gaffes lit discomfort
Tiny portals of Light descended
blue aura of woody smoke rise
cigarettes and gaffes lit discomfort
Colonel loomed large with his lieutenant
Birds that sing are doing so in praise of nature
truly great people are not proud of their stature.
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Some people – unpopular in stature –
Slip away into death unnoticed
Softer than a falling feather
That little earns a second glance
But the good deeds of their lives
Grow – recount a love that’s long
And with increasing strength – strive
To tell of hope that spans a marathon.
Others are taken with a shout
Heard far across the air waves –
Ushered by those in the crowd
To a biography and grand raves
And some die amid great efforts –
Succumbing to an evil deed –
And leave a hole as big as their hearts –
Hindsight is the mystery.
Still others leave unknown;
Their time becomes a strange gap
That hides behind a name
Clinging to a simple lithograph.
SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!
While I decorate my shelves
Please don't make fun of his height
He's just one of Santa's Elves
“With sacred status as a forgiven sinner, saved by God with His love, I accept the sacred duty to live for Him.” by the Poet
Sacred indeed is my stewardship* task
Spiritually entrusted by the Lord
Settling me to use granted resources
Sincerely with my best along His grace.
Sacred truly is my servanthood role
Sublimely bestowed with God’s compassion
Strengthening me to reach-out, give and share
Serenely ministering for His sake.
Sacred, too, is my supplication deed
So divine around the Saviour’s friendship
Since communing with the great Almighty
Surely speaks of faith's sanctified status.
Sacred is Christ’s blessing He offers best
Soul of mine does thank and praise Him with zest.
Quatorzain with alliteration
*1Peter 4:10 As every man hath received the gift, even so minister the same one to another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God.
April 10, 2023
4th place, "A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1208" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/16/2023.
Find my glutton for this rap button to come sneaking up on em/
I’m pretty good at running so let me run it up on em/
Time for me to gain traction with these tracks slung/
Alive more than I ever been in action go figure/
Never still with my stature my line’s never flat sir/
Hearts even more on beat than I need give it to her/
A crib for the burr or heat to surge the birds on my wire
I ribbed the instrument or sound heard words on fire
Scottie dog on his walk
parading onto sidewalks of quiet drama
his bristling, buoyant hop
on three legs
while an old man, cane in hand, grasps the dog's leash
a life line between them
glimpse of resistance
measured movements
occasional threads of panic
to claim their space, the edges of a frame,
the lilt of living
others step the circle around them
quick glances to thaw cellphone attention
permitted entry into a private moment
that graces the pair
like stained glass light
strength can be a force greater than fear
that shapes the land they tread on
for an old man, cane weary, and his three legged dog
their return walk
mounted together
a noble bearing
through May's green door
that summons them forward
that marks time pressing,
to hold their footing
Poem written: May 16, 2022
In a nostalgic scene of my childhood* dramatic moment…
…. there was I …
The only girl among three siblings
most beloved by my dear family
as the darling princess
oh, pampered stature I held
for almost five years…
then… I felt dethroned….
by a brand new baby
“ so prettily cute…”
~~~~~~~
Pain gripped me then
as one helplessly robbed
of a precious possession…
yes, I grieved to lose
wondrous apple-of-the-eye-attention
lavishly bestowed to me
as the only girl.
… that was me … sulking…
Oh, I admit having been spotlighted
in my pity-party nook
nonetheless, my dear parents
with their unchanging love and care
constantly affirmed my princess’ status
thereby announcing:
“you two are our beautiful
princesses from the Lord.”
Thus, my sister and I are still and forever in our family!
*1Corinthians 13:11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
June 12, 2021
1st place, "A Brian Strand July 8" Free Verse Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 7/8/2021.
Oh mighty friend
Tall and strong
I listen to your silent song
And wonder how
Such truth can be
Embodied here
So gently.
And as we stand and share this ground,
The wonder of you all around,
A prayer within me starts to rise.
A sapling reaching for the skies.
Deep within I know it's true
To strive and grow;
Be more like you.
My heart cries out, I need to spend
More time beside you,
Patient friend.
I meditate on Holy wood;
On strength and purpose,
On soil that's good.
And how the earth unfolds your truth.
Your roots so deep, oh leafy roof.
I'd stay but time alas is pressing
So much to learn
Of peace and hope..
Of soul de-stressing.
Shall we meet again?
Same time, same place?
I want to see your gnarly face..
And let you teach me how to be
As strong and silent as a tree.
My child…
My child newborn
Feels earthly warmth
My joy abounds.
My child now young
Hears yes, no, maybe
My sky’s the limit.
My child gains stature
Sees viewpoints, images, illusions
My world surrounds.
My child still cautious
Speaks mirrored words
My heart swoons.
My child reaches wider
Investigates with why
My brain electrifies.
My child examines afar
Investigates with why
My being sparkles.
My child now wiser
Thinks balanced wants more
My presence explores.
My child grows adult
Remembers related times
My love abounds.
September 18, 2020
For Piipar and Robert
The irony of mother nature
Posed with forefathers of Africa
Is the stature of comic posture
When proud butterfly in beauty
Dances on defecation of ugly donkey
Seeking the normalcy of natural reality
From obnoxious comedy of derogatory ignominy...
WHEN STATURE IS A FORM OF GRACE
Red hair,
skin sweet apple,
Her face like a geisha
quiet yet armed with falcon eyes
You'll see.
His nose:
sharp like a knife.
Alone, she has no friend,
was this the way she's meant to be
shadowed?
Lonely
with hurt anew
she sighs deep like furnace
with only a dolesome ballad
to sing.
For she
was different,
demure in every way,
stature becomes a form of grace
within.
She chafe
folks that bore her,
their slanderous tongues.
Have they no grace nor some respect
to care?
Actions
where life pulsates
demands each to play roles
yet still, when silence roars, hear
echoes.
Truth ~ lies
all mixed in one,
baffling the people,
leading the narrow minds astray,
wonky!
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Inspired by: Theater by Mary Cassatte 1879
__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
4:26 pm, January 19, 2015
My old guitar
is outta tune
But thats not far
from where I loom.
The brittle strings
once strong and proud
Still try to ring
just not as loud.
My crackling voice
a message blurred
I have no choice
by age obscured.
This scratched up frame
my loss of drive
Should hope refrain
from which i strive?
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