His love is where we begin
His flesh where we enter in
His death the payment for sin
Rising from death the underpin
Our faith must be put in play
Trust in Him the only way
To save us from judgment day
His Spirit in us to sway
Hope's anchor holding souls fast
His reward in sight at last
Raising faith as the mainmast
Distress and doubts are sailed past
Our love is where we begin
Produced by the Spirit within
Beginning His process again
His plan has always been-
Faith, Hope, and Love
Reset.
Still, holding on to vocals
borne on fresh sheets-
feint and margin carry-all
bookkeeps repeats...
Blue veins run straight across,
underpin where I melt
my heart in cold fear's loss,
dip slips of tongue dealt
in chock - a - block
female thoughts - my fondue's
hothead take stock-
be mindful to subdue.
New thoughts come to her
playful - bell jar
film noir stirs up, burns up, blurs
life's old memoirs.
Aqua Marine. 30/12/2024
For if my heart
Were such as this
With taste and tears
On every kiss
It could explain
Each reason why
The love lorne layers
Do testify
To pungent faith
Flavoursome hope
Formed in the dark
With potent scope
To underpin
The panoply
Of every tasty
Recipe
A blow is smote, the poet wrote
Lines appear, almost innate, from pen upon
The paper
A yearning presence presses in with thoughts
And visions; senses spin, much to ponder? The coldness
So impersonal, prevalent now in people for the
Doctors of discord; and fear, promoted here
Against the promise of God’s favour the
Scene’s do blind, as evil drives, to be
The soul narrator. 2023 this year why do
We fear? Why angst, why altercations?
For I hear Hu-mans grandiose plans of
Inclusive; segregation? With Community the prize; yet its
Still
Denied! Through once it were as staple the
Underpin; uniting thing. That calm does bring to every
Errant caper. There is never need for rampant greed, abuse
And fornication the evil duress; the house arrest
And deep falsehood to all nations!
©Joe Maverick 6-8-2023
LONGEVITY
a radiance
to
enlarge
with time
the symbol
of continuity
to
flourish
& shape
imagination
afresh
to amuse
perhaps
unexpectedly
casual
affection
in an
encounter
listening
attempting
to create
openness
to underpin
a
growing
sympathy
of the
experience
of the
contrast
to the
prevailing
present
along
the shift
of
thinking
once
marginalised
by
modernity
now
respected
in the
spiritual
repositioned
in the
contemporary
between
the controversy
of
the
valid
&empirical
reaching
backing
to the
past
&a
nostalgic
look back
to
simpler
times
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.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Bones and their ash remain,
retain and nourish
the under-croft, the terrain.
The meadow green.
Bones replant.
The dead feed the living,
and the living cut down the living
to feed themselves.
The world must eat itself.
This is called husbandry and farming.
It is also called shopping and carrying,
killing, and butchery.
Those that eat only vegetables
also partake.
A grave is a half-way house,
Urns are waiting rooms.
The soil nurses bones,
worms wheel the earth towards the sky
for its blessing.
Osseous clouds seed nations.
What follows bone and bone ash
becomes the crop,
the tomorrow-cart laden
with its bone harvest.
Bone-flowers scent the air.
Bones underpin bridges and wingspans,
citadels of stone.
Bone dust scaffolds every stem and branch.
Bones in tombs and catacombs
are food for the larder.
A storage for generations.
Stars shed their elemental dust,
becoming bone fodder.
Bone ash is the genesis
of all unknown beginnings.
Dawn awakens, senses heighten
Orange sherbet streaks brilliant
Underpin clouds your eyes taste
Alight on your tongue ere they fade
Numbed by the horror portrayed on TV
Shocked at the carnage I can clearly see
People in the sunshine simply mown down,
Senseless slaughter against democracy and crown.
Extremists do exist of many kinds,
We know that they have damaged minds,
They must be stopped when they emerge,
We must always work to halt evil’s surge.
We must not destroy values that underpin
Our freedoms; terrorists can’t be allowed to win.
We must stand firm, united side by side,
It isn’t just about patriotism and pride
It is about our courage and determination,
To overcome the terror threat to our nation,
Regardless of our culture, colour of our skin,
If all faith’s work together, terror will never win!
I left barefoot
to reach you.
So far, of stones,
Barefoot,
just to reach you
before sunrise.
Walls loaded of mildew,
Turgid back coat, I can’t underpin myself,
not even to touch them
Is easy, I’ll build a house,
sometime from fir wood.
You are sleeping so far away!
You wouldn’t see when barefoot I shall swarm
Trough pinnacle, barefoot
on the endless column
to hit your ground, before sunrise.
I have in left hand the candle, in the right the cigar.
Is frost and dark,
Again this old wiring of hundred years gave in.
The cofee is cold-
I smoke and drink between two hemispheres:
flame and ash.
If you have felt scent of fir wood and smell of tabacco
If you saw the light and traces of soles
you are so far…
tell me tommorow if I won to you
before sunrise!
If I won, it means you saw my eyes wichever are never seen.
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