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Godlife

(“Anagogical Moments Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)

Godlife

God and Life are one and the same
Synonyms you could say
But with differences.
God is the intangible,
Life the visible and touchable.
No matter how much we try, God
Remains just out of reach
But Life is what we know without a doubt.
Yet even within the tangible and sensory
There is the intangible always present.
If you doubt this, find a person who is dying
And see how different they look
After they have gone.

(9/5/25)

a poem

OPEN FORM VERSE

a poem
       is
touchable
           &mute
silent
   as a stone
        where moss grows
beautiful
     as birds at dawn
singing &chirping
                 motionless
as the moon above
           dangling in time
speaking of 
   tangled forests
&autumn leaves in red
         &yellow drifting
       a poem
is an open doorway 
                to step through
have a heartbeat
                    &soul
a poem 
      should just be

She Cried

He took her there most days
They rowed out to his small yacht 
They sat and drank take away lattes
She just cried a lot….

She was so full of sadness
Tormented by relentless fear
So very troubled
Her mind clouded and unclear

She liked it on the river
It gave momentary relief 
Life seemed a little clearer 
Though be it only brief 

She saw them in the distance 
Hoped they would come her way
Unbelievably without deviation
They were there without delay

Swimming underneath the small yacht
In water so clear and blue  
So close they were touchable 
He cuddled her and said,
“This is just for you”

The dolphins swam away….again without deviation
A direct path into the open water
She knew in her heart those majestic creatures
Had sought her…

The emotions they evoked in her 
Mere words cannot describe 
With heart and mind now smiling 
She sipped her latte
And just cried….

California Girl Complaints

Only snows up there
in the mountains, distantly
horizon's mirage

Hypothetically
we could drive all the way there
but gas costs too much

So they just sit there
like un-touchable artwork
beyond the cities

I've gone there before
trips in California snow
a long time ago

She Cried

He took her there most days
They rowed out to his small yacht 
They sat and drank take away lattes
She just cried a lot….

She was so full of sadness
Tormented by relentless fear
So very troubled
Her mind clouded and unclear

She liked it on the river
It gave momentary relief 
Life seemed a little clearer 
Though be it only brief 

She saw them in the distance 
Hoped they would come her way
Unbelievably without deviation
They were there without delay

Swimming underneath the small yacht
In water so clear and blue  
So close they were touchable 
He cuddled her and said,
“This is just for you”

The dolphins swam away….again without deviation
A direct path into the open water
She knew in her heart those majestic creatures
Had sought her…

The emotions they evoked in her 
Mere words cannot describe 
With heart and mind now smiling 
She sipped her latte
And just cried….

What Makes Friendship

VIDEO: The Old Friends Do by ABBA (LYRICS) YouTube
AUDIO: Listening Version

What Makes Friendship

What makes distance so touchable,
What makes arm wrestling physical,
What makes fun a thing for two,
What makes tears of missing you,
What makes secrets last, insiders,
What makes smiles, to be tear-wipers,
What makes fighting, ugh, forgivable,
What makes forgiving unbearable,
What makes oops somewhat culpable,
What makes cleanup punishable,
What makes laughs, the one-legged wins,
What makes others say, "Not twins?",
What makes saying goodbye really hard,
What makes memories my field of regard.

2022 August 05
*1st Place*
FRIENDSHIP 
~~Beata Agustin: Judged 2022 August 08

If

As the sunbeams come through the pines
Their illumination
Reaches aging eyes with their beauty
And amazing refraction

It seems they are touchable lights
More revealing, more might
Than any lightbulb in the dark
Shining out in all's sight

It becomes clearer with each second
More revealing of life
The clouds become whiter, the sky
Paler as with life's strife

As life becomes more revealing, 
Open my eyes wider
To human needs and ways, so I
Can from the heart cipher

Helpful words to this open page
Untangle for reader.
As the old sage that sits, listens,
Listen to and be a seeker

John 4:10, Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water.”

The Girl With the Flaxen Hair

A lifetime passes
but she lives on, touchable now
only with mind-beams.

Walking through a cornfield together
seems like Elysium.
Imagination fills in the blanks,
her hand in mine
leads to a future memory.

That cornfield, that soft sunlight
its all smolder and smoke now,
but she is invulnerable.
She has moved to a place
just ahead of my eyes.

I see her in new yellow robes;
the dazzle of her,
waving
between the suns fading rays.

Problem With Cultist Emblem

Eagle-Rare is The Union,
All her members’ arms pinion, 
Not with a from-behind arm twist  
But thrills that can dare a long list …

You join her you pray to not leave,
You indiscreetly go ahead to leave,
You never cease to piteously grieve
Or emotive sighs endlessly heave. 

But please, in the open say it not:
Still on her white sheet parades a blot
And lives with a touchable problem
Singularly bought her by her cultist emblem:
A pair of squinted eyes,
Whose owners’ broad smiles are lies;
And teeth that can one stagger
Farther than an Arab’s Dagger …

And Alakara isn’t bothered about it,
Wherefore many think it is her dug pit!

Flower 1

Desired in the courtyard
And required in the graveyard,
Planted with a shovel
And transplanted with a trowel;
Enriching the glamour of lawns
And concealing a grave that yawns;
A frightening coffin making touchable
And unacceptable dead women lovable…
A noticeable presence in vaults,
Still to be fingered, it’s faults.

The proof of a lover’s affection
And clue to a suitor’s intention,
A boost to the Bride’s courage;
The very one she needs during marriage;
Truly a woman makes what she is
And a man yearn to kiss.
Now, frequently enclosed in a letter:
An understanding of how this is better;
The pleasant heartbeat it drums in the receiver,
How it makes the sender, no Deceiver.

Flower parades a stubborn variety
Worth everybody’s time and sincerity;
Often treasured in every color
The reason for their unending honor;
To burn any flower is cruel,
To bring close to it, fuel;
Its leaf one could place in a locket,
Rose’s I’d stick in my pocket
I didn’t see a flower last week and took ill
If I don’t this week, Hospital bill!

Ulyan Takufa Tevet

As I breathe I contemplate
The word and its pervading Ethos
Penetration has been subtle
Steeping my awareness;
My Soul and my reasoning
To the point
I hesitate to revisit the
Chapters of Gods instruction
For there I found elucidation
That increases immeasurably
To the point of
Overwhelming my acumen
Giving ever more details to 
A mind reeling with 
Revelations tumbling and
Stretching my understanding.
Challenging a reality
I knew for so long!
Now my reality is Eternity.
That is almost touchable to me
I must revisit the Scriptures
But not today not in depth’
I am getting lines of enquiry
Hints that nudge my mind
Enough for now
It is good to check against the Scripture
More is for the time I must
Immerse myself fully
A Naked soul in the gaze of his Divinity
To be diligent in
Studying ready for the riches
Of eternal reason
My brothers have penned in
Obedience and humility.

©Joe Maverick 21-12-2020

Grass Is Always Greener

I’ve come to doubt, the deepest love, once sewn with spiritual thread, into the fabric of our emotional center, can be willed away, even if wanted or desired.Rather it goes underground when no longer embraced, to be felt, another day, when all else becomes still.For dreams and hopes to exist, of holding hands, and walking together, when old and bent, there has to something in place, to find and prevent human nature, prompting us to always seek a new face. Otherwise what chance do we have, when there are bumps in the road, to see the physical beauty of youth, now grown to the beauty of maturity hidden within. So is the grass always greener on the other side? Only when we choose to put blinders on our hearts, denying to embrace and renew again, the deepest love buried somewhere within. It’s power and certainty, unused, denied and forgotten, no longer touchable, without healing and help, only because the grass beneath our feet, solid footing for so long, no longer held our needed attention.

Sweet Whispers

Sweet Whispers:
by M. Griswold 12312022

Kissably soft, moist fully rendered,
are whispered words lovingly tendered.
With spoken passion and desires that be
your smooth voice echoes through eternity.

No other can do it, no other but you,
touches this heart in the way you do.
Gentle offerings in love’s warm blindness.
Shows me of a touchable, pure kindness.

Whispered in that yearning, loving tone.
From lips so sweet, inviting me, come home.
Whispers that can melt a hard soul's center.
Beckoning me on, within our love to enter.

Please, never stop uttering soft sounds to me.
Those reminders of loves care given, tenderly.
For I need to hear them, I desire them so.
Those light whispers of your love to know.

Snow, My First

Snow, My First 

I laughed all the way. 
It was so cold. 
The man said, eight below with the wind. 
I don’t think I needed to hear that. 
But I was mesmerized by the reality of it. 

Tiny perfect flakes, fell. 
First on the windshield, then you stopped the car. 
We got out. My face to heaven, I knew…
What it was to see miracles, perfect miracles…
Like stars in the sky at night, 
Only these, 
Broad daylight… (Wow!), and touchable.

Girasole

i found a field
of our favorite
color standing
so tall but not
touchable

i didn't have
a ladder but
rather an
admirer's
view

and the birds agreed
taking from seed
each and each
part of us til
bleached

left
bare
naked
crucified
on a cross

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