I’m clever; I write the most
magnificent illuminations.
I let my invisible ink
ruminate with passionate flames.
In my fist, I unclench its ash.
I ball and toss; I’m not clever.
Unclench your sphincter
to better see
the world around you
and reality.
Survey the landscape
thru a forests tree's
spot the misconceptions
of what's to be.
These lefty loons
they prefer dysfunction
while spreading lies
without compunction.
Big changes are needed
we just can't wait
the deceit they hide
intended to obfuscate.
They'll side with fraud
and bureaucratic waste
against the working man
where the burdens placed.
Their in disguise
the evil few
making claims
that just aren't true.
So pull your head out
from beneath the sand
and see what's true
then you'll understand!!
Forgiveness—
not a gift we give to those who break us,
but a key we forge
to unlock our own chains.
It is not easy.
No, it is the hardest thing of all,
to unclench fists so tightly wound
with fury, grief, and shame.
It is a war fought within—
a thousand battles
against the temptation of vengeance,
the seductive embrace of bitterness.
Forgiveness is not a surrender.
It is a revolution.
A quiet, seismic shift
that says, I will not be ruled
by the ghosts of what was done to me.
It is the salve we smear
on our own wounds,
the bridge we build
to cross the chasm of despair.
Forgiveness does not excuse.
It liberates.
It does not erase.
It transforms.
And in this alchemy,
we find ourselves whole again,
not in spite of what has broken us,
but because we chose
to let the light back in.
unclench your fist
let bliss mists rise
resist not love
Do not resist, unclench your fist
Relinquish each desire
God is incharge; that is truth’s gist
With love set heart afire
Gentling touch, ego dies
The pure of heart then rise
Breath by breath in surprise
Feel God’s bliss mist
Do not resist
I never got to finish the poem I was writing for you–a pitiful ending in itself.
It lives on the shelf in the shadowy far right corner of my bedroom,
With an overflowing pile of other dusty junk that I will never look at
again but can’t bring myself to throw away.
Silently begging for a flood or fire to get rid of it for me.
I fall in love with the birds at my window; who end up taking flight
without warning,
Trying to find a better place to make their home.
They remind me of you,
And I finally unclench my cramping fists and let myself cry into the
palms of my hands.
How am I supposed to mourn something that I never quite held?
When does it stop?
When you try to solve your problems
with the swing of an angry fist
that cannot be unswung
nor the damage caused undone
regret will sidle up
hollow out your belly
and set your mind awhirl
conveying very clearly
that what you should have done
was take a breath or two
go back a bit in time
to when that fist
would not have swung
to when Boots
raised from just a puppy
relied on your protection
and came to you for comfort
unclench that angry fist
and remember how it felt
when Boots was in your lap
and you used that unclenched fist
to gently stroke his warmth
as he lazily stretched and yawned.
I feel that you took everything I was and left me a shell,
I need to say thankyou for that and goodbye as well.
You see, I am Margie 2.0 now and it feels great,
Stronger, wiser, better for it I’m not feeling any hate.
I’ll never regret a thing I refuse to ever look back.
And look through the eyes of regret at what I lack.
Thanks again because of you I’m able to upgrade,
My love for you is the only part of me that stayed,
But that love for you wasnt healthy please understand.
One day you’ll see that and unclench your hand.
I dont believe that theres ever a wrong path,
It is what is look to the future not the past.
I wish you could see things from my point of view,
And treat everyday as a chance to recreate a new.
Don’t ever doubt that the universe has a plan,
That you wont always come to understand.
I really wish you the best from the bottom of my heart,
Your happiness really is all I ever wanted from the start.
No anchor for rancour;
release the chain.
Your way’s secure
with home to gain.
Let go the anger
That holds you back.
Unclench the fist;
it’s time to tack.
No anchor for rancor;
let spirits sail.
He’ll carry you
far from assail.
A bridled tongue
can’t flap when trimmed.
The night is young;
fix eyes on Him.
No anchor for rancour;
run straight till dawn.
Your morning star
will point you on.
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for the No Anchor For Rancour Poetry Contest
sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
written on 07/31/23
There are abilities in disabilities
So shun idioms that mock any form of disabilities
I know a fellow that has his physical frame unbalanced
And his head obliguely and disingenuously referenced
With slash reference Oriogbade may look dowd
But his wisdom these disabilities couldn't shroud
I hail his sense of humour for being so superb
And the philosophies canned in his proverb
The lessons in life are lives themselves
Oriogbade taught us to believe in ourselves
There shouldn't be such idiom again as turn a blind spot
For Oriogbade, his proverbs prove that he's a hotshot
Should there be someone that can help him to the top
I mean someone that can give him a leg up
Like those who brought him on air to grease his wheels
In order to fortify his resolutions against future ordeals
Oriogbade will be a recreation in the movie works
With his disposition he won't be a spanner thrown in the works
As he begins to breathe with profit and from his wrenches unclench
May he never be clenched again to go back to the trench
Devoid of senses and thought, what remains
Consciousness self-existent manifests
Vibrant, pristine presence, pure and unstained
How do we awake, again and again
What is the source of our breath that persists
Devoid of senses and thought, what remains
Wherefrom springs joy, though desires to rest lain
Where grow roots of our conscience that assists
Vibrant, pristine presence, pure and unstained
What is the anchor, holding soul in chains
Boundless bliss beckons; why do we resist
Devoid of senses and thought, what remains
Illusions birth delusion, boon now bane
We can, if we choose, become a bliss mist
Vibrant, pristine presence, pure and unstained
High time we exit, cyclic joy and pain
Let us open our heart, unclench our fist
Devoid of senses and thought, what remains
Vibrant, pristine presence, pure and unstained
21-July-2021
Quote: If I tell you that I have a gem folded in the palm of my hand, the question
of belief arises, but if I unclench my fist and show you the gem, it will not...
Buddha
A Fistful Of Diamonds Or Colored Sand
A fistful of diamonds or a handful of colored sand
God blew a breath and scattered me all over town
I don't own airborne wings I don't live in fairyland
but when I see I only see reflections of His gown
A clear cut glass edged and polished with shine
another object of valor dulls before His stars
Sotto voce, an invisible sign of His Divine
I can either accept the vision, or decline
The mayhem of the worlds chaos just a blow
I'm soak in the reflection of His quiet calm
Spikenard anoint and flowers bloom and glow
He is my diamond in the raw my soothing balm;
A fistful of diamonds or a handful of colored sand
He's the love I crave for, in the palm of my hand.
June 29, 2021
A whiff of Spring’s
A lovely thing
And oh, such joy
It seems to bring!
A sunny bench
Helps to unclench
The stress and sadness
I can’t quench.
It will not last;
Tonight a blast
Of frigid air
Will come on fast.
But that small whiff
Reminds me if
I wait, there’ll soon
Be blooms to sniff.
My heart a flower bud
Kissed with dawn’s dewy lips
Little arrows strike me
Set forth from the rising sun.
I burst, unfurl, unclench, yield…..
Petals show, I blossom, I color
Truly love is on show.
Unclench
Unclench your fist
Relax your furrowed brow
Remember God will save us all
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