Unrealities and realities
grind together in mortar’s mouth,
spilling, pulverizing, volatile perfumes—
succumbing scents of citrus, crushed copper,
musks of bruised lightning,
threshing thunderous throbs.
Instability incarnate sings her reveling wails,
fragrances of something
Beyond Name.
I guide existences into black curve,
severing them against sharp, obsidian walls,
letting them rupture—letting them bleed
—syrups and statics—
messy marrows of forgotten equations.
Their shapelessness mutable,
pliant pages to pulp in the plunge
of the merciless pestle.
How many combinations will one
blend and crucify—
to crush, to coax, into coherence?
Rasps of bone bend against sanguine salts,
sheens of opulent oil merge with ember embryo—
iron filings licked into life by tempests reigned.
Anything of matter becomes
moisture—mass—mold—
hunger pooling at my basin’s heart,
seething for impending strike,
for sudden and unforgiving
birth.
Mother Earth
is due for her hysterectomy.
Soon she will lap dance
in a crystal-clear sterility
far from her blood-soaked fields.
She is done with nurturing,
done with death and destruction.
She gave her all,
but that was then,
now the soil is blistering
for want of her winnowing,
her threshing.
Her attention
is upon herself alone.
There is a place
a lit-up stardust dive
where all fertility deities
eventually arrive -
there they
gyrate and twerk
for those
who,
quite by chance,
have dug their way out
of their own graves,
yet even they must pass away,
as she strips down
to her last scant garments
then yowls with glee
knowing
she is free.
Hay Fields
Harvest of ripened fodder yields
In rolls of hay littering the fields.
Golden, dried under the sun,
For livestock winter consumption;
Who still graze in rich fall pastures,
Unaware of summer’s departure,
Fattening on earth’s green grasses,
Basking in the warmth of contentment.
Crops of vegetables: corn and potatoes;
Grains of barley, oats, flax, wheat, and canola.
Combines reaping, threshing, and winnowing
With other machinery, then tilling of the soil.
Where the farmer stands proudly gazing
Upon the harvest yield of their labour.
The fallow land, soon to be covered in snow
Awaits spring planting and growth revival.
Shadows of the day leaned against the wall
applauded the bug which made you fall
A search began for the healing balm
and called to arms ways to calm the storm
Heaven was warned and the Earth informed
Life must work for a prize if death is armed
with aches and pains sharp as an arrow
its bleary eyes piercing through every window
formed grey clouds to hang over the meadow
But see, how refreshing the sprightly rain falls
Upon holy grounds where snow-flakes thaw
The running quake subsides and withdraws
dissolved in a ray of hope and welcome joy
And savor every moment your heart employ
With every twist of threshing sinews and nerve
The flagging weight goes lighter in a rare view
When bright moons break through the gloom
Your exhilaration see how happy children play
Admire great faiths when frenzy people pray
Dark atmosphere fades into the ever-glades
Recite praises with the gracious healing balm
The healthier days are coming to you again
Each step is victory in the journey you create
On the realm where healing virtues await
.
there'z no finer feeling
save
hern mitt's palm's
sweat
'side mine threshing duke's
chafed
'long
hern
cherry pick'n
pyknic
digits
entwined
mine
hern
racing pump
the
'side my
torso
The Northern Lights petrify
Leaving stains of color to grated souls.
Foreign thorns entice the sky -
threshing what's left of flesh.
For a season deceiving remains,
jaded petals cover sinister views
~Yet~
Wilted and jagged with pigment stagnant -
Dark; blackened to average -
Decay begins from less fortunate sins.
Charisma lost while miracles fold -
Enigma strikes like pyrite gold -
Within life loss -
An aura with no glow.
GET READY
Get ready to go and dry those tears
Now just look ahead and not behind
Put aside all those doubts and fears
In your brain, a threshing of the gears
Draw a deep breath to clear the mind
Get ready to go and dry those tears
There have been issues over the years
But fight on, and never be resigned
Put aside all those doubts and fears
As an image of the future appears
It should with happiness be aligned
Get ready to go and dry those tears
When toward a new dawn one steers
There’ll be much relief you can find
Put aside all those doubts and fears
Put aside all those doubts and fears
Get ready to go and dry those tears
God has treats, promises so grand,
The revelation of His grace declared,
Open your eyes, your ears, let them fix on Him,
Embrace the harvest moment, relaxing in Him.
He is moving in awesome ways so true,
The revival fires ignite within you.
New levels of strength, rise up from within you,
In humble beginnings, revival stirs within you.
Though the vision may tarry, don’t panic,
Wield your sword, and proclaim the promises,
For you are forgiven, healed, and kept safe,
Blessed and made a new threshing instrument.
Ride on stormy waves with His steady grace,
Rejoice and be glad in His serenity embrace.
Mix His promises with faith's miracle thread,
Be whole and multiply which hope will spearhead.
As long as God is Head
There shall be a roof over our heads
Where we shall bake our bread
As long as God is Love
There shall be enough to have
In, around, over and above
As long as God blesses
There shall be excesses
In our threshing floors and winepresses
As long as God is alive
The Heavens are an oozing hive
Dripping the sweetness of our thrive
As long as God is for us
We outnumber any legion in mass
And surpass any etiquette in class
K. Muitherero
ON THE ROCKS
Down below, a roaring like thunder
As crashing waves punch the shore
Making both the cliff and I tremble
With no holding back, as if it’s war
Just as my life feels like going under
I am standing here cold and alone
As if at one with the sea in its rage
Anger rises from the coldest depths
If only I could just turn that page
Erasing sins for which I can atone
The wind blows, drying my tears
As I sense this deep connection
I stare down at grey water below
But I then see my own reflection
Heart and brain as threshing gears
But then a thought occurs to me
What if the sea and I could be one
Could I really join this forever tide
But there is a life with a little sun
I turn to leave this twisted reverie
Yard Sale
Time to gather up
Old items and dirty cups
Clothes with only use as rags
Place them unto a bag
Don't forget the ones of stain
As we seek to be on the threshing floor of grain
There is one to come purchase it all
My prayer is that one accepts His call
No need to worry of putting up signs of the sale
It's all been paid for once received will live the tale
Of how the One who knew your every need
Brought forth the bread of heaven to feed
To cast out all the things this world did instill
As the living water begins to flush out and fill
Storing up new treasures not bought in this earth
Which is found through the heavenly mother birth
In this poem to tell of the true sale
Of the One who removes weeds to provide a new trail
In this boat that we dwell,
It can be a walk through hell,
Yesterday haunting today,
Today pervaded by sombre rays,
Tomorrow being spun by the unseen.
The world is a rocking boat,
Sometimes the night shields its coat,
Dawn chauffeurs the unknown,
We sojourn on a lane that leads to the untold,
Hope is the hand that guides us when we're lost in the fold.
Time is a precious commodity,
Nothing on the world’s threshing floor can be compared to it,
It’s an unfettered train,
Advancing in its course in the sun and the rain,
Time is an unwearied athlete.
Never forget to express gratitude,
It’s a ladder to higher grounds,
It’s a door to blooming meadows,
It barricades trailing shadows,
It advocates for us in moments of ineptitude.
Life is a masked stranger,
Today is insufficient for tomorrow,
There's always something to learn and borrow,
Life is a book,
No one has seen its end.
September 8, 2023.
Mary skipped to a different beat
You could see it in her funny feet
One shoe off, the other on
One sock green, the other brown...
She did her homework in the john
TV, computer, and radio on
Excelled in school at irrelevant classes ~
Shining shoes of cloth and threshing molasses
Surprise of Heaven come to us
God is greater than each of us
What He does is beyond our grasp
We can only marvel and gasp
Break the alabaster box and pour
Giving ourselves to Him forevermore
Lavish love and lavish praise
Let our worship forever raise
Swap our pain and our distress
For His peace and spiritual gifts
Rise in His power and be certain
To put fear and confusion to the cure
God doesn't judge like us, He is love
Walk the tight rope with Him without worry
He will come to us and empower us
Walk in faith, no need to regress
Come to Him and manifest
As a new threshing instrument
Let God manifest His gifts through you
Our God is the champion of heaven!
During
your
twirling
soliloquy
&
throbbing
zeal
for
endless
dalliance
beckon
me
will
come
again
&
again
to
your
eyrie
on
rainy days
on
frosty darks
exacerbating
flames
of
queasy
symptoms
wren
winnows
mesquite
ambiance
magnifies
relish
crave
&
devotee
shake
leaves
nodding
piano
&
softer
cuddle
drums
memorabilia
weary
in
perky
straits
Written: November 18, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
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