Those intimate truths are the ultimate awakenings.
John G. Lawless
©5/6/2023
Farewell, father. On adrenaline filled adventures, you’ve raised me. Canoeing open waters, fishing with trident spears. In search of game, we’ve explored. I clench my Glock .45, the Brown Bears passed us by. A proverbial Sirens call? Nay. Whatever lies ahead, I’ll take you with me. We’ll meet again, soon.
Trifles have tainted into wonders,
We have grown astronauts from hunters;
Machines we construct; missiles we build;
Globe we minimize into petite guild;
Interiors of sun we measure and mark,
Into moon, we, our spacecraft park;
Sky, to us, is like a wheat-field, overt,
Clouds, into Halloween, we convert;
Planets and satellites, our commands obey,
We make great sway over the Milky Way;
On forces of nature our interest we invest,
We put the very authority of the almighty to test,
Yet, when the sovereign calls us in his solemn voice,
Like frightened mice, we follow, having no other choice...!
16 March 2022
Uncommon things unfurl;
Unmeasured acts of love,
Unerring faith and hope,
Unveil unique unction;
Unknown mysteries and
Unswerving truths unfold
Unseen, unending life...
04/30/2021
Pleiades U Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
She was gooey like maple syrup
& marshmallow s'mores,
stronger than a mountain lion
protecting her cubs,
wore prescription rose-tinted
sunglasses with GPS,
she'd been around long enough
to see through most of the
negative flimflam and ambiquity,
was agile enough to laugh at
her own cheeky caricature,
wouldn't put up with the travesty
'neath debauchery's cunning
still, she wondered as most do,
what was to become of a world
so engrossed in the overthrow
& disparaging mockery of others
she bade her time waiting to grow
older and wiser in hopes
she'd be around long enough
to experience a sunrise view
in universal accordance
before her own last sunset
ultimately bites the dust,
burning in all-inclusive ashes
Creations are played
GOD ultimately final
Universe a game
Life is already taken
in the way of incarnation
God's determination
He says and shows
Real life ultimately rests
for the whole
They say it's easier to die if you've got nowt,
so little that's good to leave behind!
But for the wealthy it must be much harder,
with all that comfort and luxury in mind.
The poor are taught to expect zero,
and that is just what they get,
the rich all have great expectations,
and they all know that these will be met.
So all through Life's divided journey,
the contrast is massive, and stark.
There are those who thrive in the sunshine,
and those who wither in the dark.
But in the end we all become equal,
and money means nothing at all,
when you're returned to the Earth and recycled,
the main course at the ugly bug ball!
The song she sang of morning, sweet with life,
And how she walked the mountain ridge to bathe
Her flawless form in sparkling springs;
Blackberry hair fell sleek to statue shoulders,
Pale and marbled breasts brushed by the strands,
Her parted lips sighed of wondrous things.
Eyes that glowed of chestnuts, glittered
Flecked with glints of rain and melting ice,
Blazing sheen of autumn fire;
And the smile, spreading arc of sensuality,
Wrenched the hearts of men with sweetest pangs,
Invested them with tenderness, desire.
All the world bowed down, her intellect and beauty,
Young and as close to perfection’s ideal
As the earth could hope to hold;
But ultimately sadness, the black spot, mushroomed,
Nestled hidden in her brain - it took her out one day
And laid her rest when life grew cold.