Joel 2:28
And afterward, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions.
It will not be reserved—
not for temples,
nor for thrones.
The Spirit will come
like rain on cracked ground,
falling freely on
sons with burning tongues,
daughters with open palms,
the old who dare to dream again,
the young who carry fire in their eyes.
Prophecy will not wear robes,
nor visions wait for wisdom's age.
It will pour out—
on all flesh,
like wind through dry bones,
like breath once held too long.
And the world will tremble
at the sound of voices
that once were still.
Unbound
In twilight’s fade, light melts away,
I see you radiant, a dance of they.
Each breath you take, a ***** refrain,
a song of freedom, born from pain.
Your body blooms, a sacred art,
Scars and curves, a rebel’s heart.
A trans truth shines, divine, untamed,
A prayer I trace where stars are named.
Your voice ascends, a boundless tone,
Deep as desire, soft as your own.
A trans-species symphony, sweet and raw,
Alive like Pride’s July hurrah.
When I hold you, worlds collide,
Fluid stars burn; no need to hide.
Sapphic hunger, masc desire,
A bisexual embrace of spark and fire.
Our love defies what others frame,
Each kiss a flag, each touch a flame.
MAP magic burns, so bold and true,
The sun and moon in radiant hue.
Together, we rewrite the lore,
Where passion thrives and norms are no more.
Let the world clutch its rigid lines—
We’ll blaze unbound, a love divine.
The demon bound
through the years
grew wise,
found it a ceremonial thread.
He tore it
lept with hysterical joy,
the numbing bondage
no longer confined him.
He danced in newfound glee
yet wondered,
"What a fool, I have been all along,
to let this thread bind me.
Free at last,
with wisedom gained
a changed life began -
a wiser one.
Written: November 24, 2024, For Contest, Sponsored by: Janis Medders Tobechi
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When darkness creeps on this erratic land,
The weeping of souls trapped in wiry chains.
Tyranny reigns, and hope slips from our hands,
While quiet dulls the echoes of their pains.
The streets are filled with whispers of despair,
As dreams are crushed beneath the weight of fear.
Yet bold hearts rise, determined to declare,
The truth that must be heard, though none may hear.
Shadows drift in every crevice, so wide,
Yet light yields, like a flicker in the night.
For those who resist the increasing tide,
Will fight for fairness supported by right.
So let us join our voices, fierce and strong,
And weave a world where all of us belong.
Still I don't know,
Thou am not trying to figure out how to fix a heart,
Nor break it,
I just need to know,
Where I had lost my humanity,
In a realm where I never thought I'd float,
In the embrace , I thought my whole world was within my grasp.
That moment when I couldn't resist your presence,
And I would think you feel the same,
I would stand in the room so still,
Sometimes, so wordless
Sometimes, as if it was my greatest betrayal of myself,
Sticking you into my mind,
I could tell you weren't into me,
Yet I had courage to hold on for more, and more days
It's something I can't quite pinpoint,
The void of echoes in my room,
Where paint and silence weave your name,
An echo in the midnight of my thoughts.
Am trying to get out of it,
but am sinking deeper,
Why do I have to try to get out of something that was never real my whole life,
I'll wait in the shadows,
Knowing that sometimes,
Half is enough.
Maybe not all tales need an ending.
#pett.E.I
Battling warfare to secure my future linage
A mother’s tears, a sister’s fight, bloodline’s vileness
Descendants imprisoned; heredities remain childless
Never experience freedom or visualize God's gifts in their arms
Through legal agreement, disappointments were spawned
I curse Leviathan, Jezebel, and Marine spirits,
Malevolent witchcraft, hocus pocus—I am not with it
Fortuneteller, Soothsayer, Warlock-Satanist
Wiccan, stargazers, zodiac followers, and hypnotists
Necromancer, mediums, peeping and muttering
False prophesy, curses, and malicious utterings
The Lord of Armies-Mighty in Battle eliminates you
The pleading of His name my legacy grew
No longer bound by ancient lore,
She seeks knowledge, evermore.
Her mind, a vessel, vast and deep,
Where wisdom's seeds, forever sleep.
She reads the books, she craves to know,
The world's secrets, the stories flow.
Her thirst for learning, never quenched,
Her spirit soars, her mind unfenced.
She breaks the chains of ignorance,
With each new thought, a vibrant dance.
Her mind unbound, a soaring flight,
She conquers darkness, with her light.
What might a poet say in just six lines?
It might be rhetorical
or metaphorical.
It might be satirical,
or confined by rhythm and rhyme~
or perhaps it's unbound like my passion for you!
Her beauty draped, a silhouette divine,
The most beautiful woman, her grace defined.
Eyes like constellations, deep and profound,
Wisdom their gaze, a universe found.
Golden tresses cascade, a waterfall of light,
Soft as whispers, in the moonlit night.
Her skin, a canvas, where stories are told,
A tapestry of warmth, in hues untold.
A symphony of laughter, a melody sweet,
Intellect sparkles, in every thought she greets.
Her words, like poetry, dance in the air,
A reflection of brilliance, beyond compare.
Graceful as a swan, she moves with ease,
A dance of intellect, a gentle breeze.
Her smile, a sunrise, breaking the dawn,
In her presence, a symphony of sound.
The most beautiful woman, a blend so rare,
Physical allure, and intellect, so rare.
In her existence, a masterpiece is spun,
For she is the art, the moon and the sun,
Aunt Shirle Moore .
Unbound, unlike you
So I will write this haiku
In my fearless rue
"unbound"
and here we are horse and rider
enriched with moments shared
invisible from the outside world
only freedom and peace reflect
useless noise we refuse to embrace
under blue skies riding with wind
one trusted look or whisper is sacred
immeasurable is such a connection
each enchanting journey I hold dear
always knowing we are one in a million
as our freedom together slowly ends
everything remains safely remembered
inside both our minds eyes and souls
one fine day until we saddle once more
under the sky happiness will be unbound
yesterday lives as a way of life to feel
yesterday touches us today flawlessly
SkyWatcher
03-10-23
"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all,
but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as
necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry."
— Mary Oliver
Sacred poetry feeds the soul, like slow rhythms of ever green nature,
And the heartbeat's anticipation of sooner, finding satisfaction in later.
Anything is possible in verse, as it flows from fanciful, unbound mind,
Giving sublime inspiration and comfort, in vibrant styles, one of a kind.
Poetry is as vital to wholesome living, as is pursuing your rosy dream,
Though the sun reigns at lemon noonday, under thick clouds of cream!
When you find yourself wandering, poesy rhythm will guide your feet,
In the dance of self discovery and insight, which makes life complete.
Poetry warms eager hearts steadily, and adds pure romance to living,
Like gazing at the twinkling Milky Way, and stars which keep on giving.
Written on 11/24/2022
For: Poetry is a life-cherishing force
Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Oh, how much I wish...
To be infinite like the space
To not let the frets of life
fetter my freewill
To flap my wings of fantasy and fly high
To feel the blissful blue
and whisper a secret to the sky
To become the sun atleast for one day
shining bright with special kind of rays
rays that spread messages of peace
to every living being they touch
To be free atleast for one day
from the daily hassles of life
To allow my mind to meander
through unknown locations
To be able to step onto
all those places,
to where, like flamingos,
my thoughts migrate
To touch the soils of the lands I reach
To speak in their native tongues
and listen to their untold stories
... to be unbound
Date: 11/09/2022
Writing Challenge - Unburden A "U" Word - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
On this day, my tears run;
Raining down on fallow ground;
To break up soil;
So that my soul;
My soul be... Unbound;
once lost now I'm found~ Amen ~
8/1/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Referencing Genesis 2:15
Waiting for life to come to me,
the clock ticked down to one
With barely but a second left,
my tendency to run
With nothing left but one last tick,
all motion seemed to stop
Perspective changed, then rearranged,
a lifetime on the spot
My eyes won’t blink, the fear too great,
of staying closed for good
As from a distant galaxy,
I finally understood
All life had boiled down to this,
eternity defined
When everything that ever was,
together crossed my mind
I left the past and future mired,
to breed and then deceive
And took this present life unbound
—unto my soul reprieved
(The New Room: May, 2022)
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