Between neither here nor there
an entire life holds its breath.
as I straddle the inevitable,
marking time between life's lines.
Caught in transition,
Almost here, yet almost there,
living in the footnotes
of an ending hard to bear.
My shadow crosses the line;
the rest of me hesitates.
Time gathers its coat,
weary of waiting at the gate.
Almost this and almost that,
in-between here and there,
the parallel lines at last converge;
there becomes here; then becomes now.
When all horizons disappear
and distance dissolves,
every elsewhere becomes an arrival.
Here and there intertwine at last,
and every therewith discovers
it's been a herewith all along.
"And thou shalt eat it as barley cakes, and thou shalt bake it with dung that cometh out of man, in their sight.
And the LORD said, Even thus shall the children of Israel eat their defiled bread among the Gentiles, whither I will drive them.
Then said I, Ah Lord GOD! behold, my soul hath not been polluted: for from my youth up even till now have I not eaten of that which dieth of itself, or is torn in pieces; neither came there abominable flesh into my mouth.
Then he said unto me, Lo, I have given thee cow's dung for man's dung, and thou shalt prepare thy bread therewith.
Moreover he said unto me, Son of man, behold, I will break the staff of bread in Jerusalem: and they shall eat bread by weight, and with care; and they shall drink water by measure, and with astonishment:
That they may want bread and water, and be astonied one with another, and consume away for their iniquity."
Ezekiel 4:12-17.
Ezechiel is a Hebrew prophet of the 6th century BC who was exiled to Babylon in 587 BC.
read it about food
Son of man read it again
in Jerusalem.
SPONTANEOUS ART
My spontaneity
of pure chance style
is to use
paper on a handheld
A4 clip board as a work board
&upon it
use a 6 pack of 'primary
(no smudging/quick drying)
paint sticks)
then
to experiment
therewith randomly
exploring abstractly
with these colours
¬ caring if I
overlapped onto
the underlaying
smaller sized
paper beneath
in addition to these sticks
using other media e.g tippex,pencils biros...
(whatever came to hand)
Sometimes
using the smaller underlying
smudged artwork to rub( when wet)
. randomly upon the others
to create
'spontaneous' effects
& also cutting out shapes
therefrom
that appeared to me
as something ie animals faces
or whatever.
my life
very weak and lonely
It was an isolated life
than the light of the world
in the dark of the world
was happier
When everyone was on their way to success
leaving my life behind
crawling
falling over
Leaning on the enemy's shoulder
tearful
it was such a life
Still in the swamp of my life
a flower has always bloomed
The flower bloomed, withered, and then bloomed again
didn't brag of
stayed by my side, therewith,
as I start to see it
my life
no longer sad
no longer exercise
like now
in the future
like the old days
By evening,
at a table in a quiet restaurant
sitting face to face with you
Noodles and fried fish
When it's time to eat with vegetable sauce
poems are my life
messed up. both
become my flesh and my blood
I wake up again
opening the restaurant door and let me go
towards the world
with you.
Endless sorrow and great danger
Beautiful city filled with blood
The redness will end, so will the dispersing blood
Right or wrong will be a luxury for the weak
Like few waves coursing the calm sea
Battling the fear of chaos
ladened heart harboured
misery, hatred, bitterness
Spreading like wild night fires
Conflicting emotions littered heart's dreams
Confessing concealed pains from its archive
awaiting the purgatory that comes therewith
neither grace nor resentment
Hold aloft the horn of hope
blowing till not a grasp of air left
unburdening the worries that piled as _Olumo_
calling to the heaven, payment to the collar
solace not lost but sold on auction
who have been to the other side and back?......
With each blank slate
You test your fate:
You screw up once?
Still stand a chance!
You screw up twice?
Comes with a price!
The fourth, the fifth?
You're screwed therewith!
Your strikes go on?
You get withdrawn
From taking part
In a fresh start!
Despite all thanks
There’re no more blanks!
Chances you blew
Will now screw you!
February 7, 2023
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Spinners twirling,
Silver swirling,
Conjured magic dinner plate.
Her eyes devising,
Hypnotizing,
Glittered, gleaming, polished slate.
She knits a dress
With silky tress,
She puts her prowess in the stitch,
And gives her guest
A lovely rest.
Her kisses halt the latent twitch.
She lays her head,
upon the thread,
and watching sky and sea and moon,
inquires whence about her prince,
and if he'll come to find her soon.
For when his gaze
upon her lays,
and legs creep onto bed and tomb,
Therewith his wife
craft pearls of life,
as he gives his to fill her womb.
Her children grow,
and briskly go,
on strings of air and brazen pride.
they sing goodbye,
and off they fly!
To calling wind, they all abide.
Her great delight
Is pale moonlight,
It makes her shining quilt unseen,
And brings a score
right to her door;
The lofty, royal silver queen.
Acrostic Sonnet
Bright morning star that, in the frosty dawn enfurled,
Arrives like a fleeting herald of the sun,
Return, I beg, to your nocturnal world.
Return and let this silent hour run
Yet a while. Leave her in my arms to pause
Locked in this frozen twilit time.
Overturn all the temporal laws.
Vanquish therewith each clock and chime.
Eternity spent by my love’s side
Should seem like seconds racing on
Keen seconds, that pass with a marching stride
And leave me wondering where they’ve gone
Till nothing have I within my power
Except to hang upon this silent hour.
Bright morning star that, in the frosty dawn enfurled,
Arrives like a fleeting herald of the sun,
Return, I beg, to your nocturnal world.
Return and let this silent hour run
Yet a while. Leave her in my arms to pause
Locked in this frozen twilit time.
Overturn all the temporal laws.
Vanquish therewith each clock and chime.
Eternity spent by my love’s side
Should seem like seconds racing on
Keen seconds, that pass with a marching stride
And leave me wondering where they’ve gone
Till nothing have I within my power
Except to hang upon this silent hour.
© Barry Freeman – March 1998
Abased, I am content.
Hungry, I suffer need.
Feasting, I rejoice and feed.
Abounding, I am sent.
Abounding, I am sent.
Feasting, I rejoice and feed.
Hungry, I suffer need.
Abased, I am content.
Christ, You provide strength to endure
whatever is my lot.
As strength in You is sought,
my hope remains secure.
1-1-2020
Philippians 4:11-13 KJV
Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.
I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: every where and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need.
I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
Contentment
Written: by Miracle Man
12-31-2019
We all want a life that brings contentment,
But we shouldn’t look at others harboring resentment.
Is contentment fewer troubles, love, or success?
True, the lack of these things can lead to distress.
Contentment comes from embracing, life where you are,*
But it’s hard to be content when things aren’t up to par.
Too often, circumstances, determines attitude,
Not counting blessings and being filled with gratitude.
Move beyond slighted feelings and start living by trust,
Pushing aside any thoughts that God has been unjust.
When we move past our feelings of being grandeur,
We become spiritually rich, in the Lord, while poor.
*1 Timothy 6:7-8 KJV
For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. And having food and raiment let us be therewith content.
Are You Misguided Or Wise?
Written: by Miracle man
12-27-2019
Words too quickly spoken expose our thoughts,
words convey our ideas which are often ersatz.
We carefully parse and throw at others as darts,
because the tongue speaks what fills our hearts.
God is the one who has granted us our voices,
HE also gave us freedom to make word choices.
To be used to glorify HIM, and blessing of others,
without intent to hurt neither stranger or brothers.
Our speech exposes each, as being misguided or wise,
and what a heart dishes no tongue can disguise.
We’re exposed each time, when in anger, we lash out,
because an unbridled tongue isn’t wholly devout.
James 3:8-10 King James Version (KJV)
8 But the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison.
9 Therewith bless we God, even the Father; and therewith curse we men, which are made after the similitude of God.
10 Out of the same mouth proceedeth blessing and cursing. My brethren, these things ought not so to be.
Pleased with your delightful appetite
I offer freshly-cooked corn*, so sweet
Satiate your cravings for goodness’ might
Enabling cheerful gratitude tweet.
There’s more; get some; great blessings abound
Savor each grain midst contentment cheer
Munch well along heart’s mirth; good health’s sound
Since I’m inspired to feed you, my son, dear.
With food on the table, we’re thankful
Pleased to enjoy fruits of ardent toil
Sharing with others, indeed blissful
Acknowledging the Source, with faith’s coil.
*Joel 2:19 Yea, the LORD will answer and say unto his people, Behold, I will send you corn … and ye shall be satisfied therewith.
October 8, 2019
3rd place, "Realism Art" (Picture number 3) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 10/20/2019.
Gratitude glows with glee
Glorifying* God for gifts:
Grace granted generously
Great gains in Gospel gearing
Guidance midst growth gleam.
*Psalm 86:12 I will praise thee, O Lord my God, with all my heart: and I will glorify thy name for evermore.
Staying contented
Smiting covetousness’ jerk
Sufficed by God's grace.
*Philippians 4:11 Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.
April 9, 2019
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