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O-ver
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Agnes Torres)
sunset gently falls
under the sky colors blend
nature's soothing call
newer cache of dreams descend
yearning hopes waken transcend
A Soul’s Breathing Way
Alleluia —my soul reaches — while
Presently
My body keeps still — only in the motion
Of breathing —
Unable to walk — I lie here
Riding time — through visions
over land and seas
Wild —
Without maps or measures — as
Before humanity determined
Moons or integers —
Alleluia — my soul discerns
Serenely
The musical turning of light
Lulling me along
To unset shores —
This ride to physical recovery —
Waiting —- wafting —
Will bear neither boredom nor
impatience —
While wending
Ever gently
On breathing’s rythm —
Alleluia — my soul gladdens
In songs of surrounding angels —
And is ever conscious —
To stay always praising —
Yahweh —
Three in One
Blessing — promises of
Breath and healing
I hold —
Alleluia —- my soul longs to sing
With a faith known
Prior to its birth or Eden
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(c) sally young eslinger 6/11/22
Glory to God….
Auburn interspersed with deep dark green
Under skies of China blue, air chilled
Transience now defining feature seen
Unset mellow summer cast distilled
Masks impending season, lulls the mind
Nulling coming darkness, close confined
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A-ssigns
U-nexpected
D-eath
E-veryone
N-ever
C-an
I-nterfere
A-s
A-nother
S-unset
U-ses
N-ightfall
C-ompleting
I-ts
O-peration
N-aturally
Topic: Death (Gaudencia A. Asuncion, Feb.18,1952-March 14,2019)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Spindly limbs are softly sighing,
Undulating in the chilling breeze.
Sunshine dwindling, slow comes the night,
Uncovering hidden mysteries of Harvest old.
Rampant in the glistening dew,
Rise reflections from a crystal moon.
Untimed music rustling in the leaves;
Sunset pandemonium come alive.
October's murmured wishes dazzle with
Fragments of golden light escaping.
Outstretched flames of Amber and Bronze
Calmly swirl down to dampened paths.
Twilight draws near, a reveal
Of untroubled beauty, and
Bares its beguiling enigma.
Excite in the regal ease of Autumn's appearance;
Rumor of a love letter to Winter to come.
Written 10/4/2020
Title Chosen: Susurrus Of October
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Revelations 10:5-7
Zerubbabel's Chime
The Unset clock blinking 12:59, don't misunderstand this rhyme. 1:00 is what you're thinking but an alarm will sound that will end all of hates crime. Blink, blink - blink, blink 12:59 blink, blink - blink, blink in a fraction of a second everything will freeze with the last tick of this Generations time. Blink, blink - blink, blink creation groans for the Zerubbabel's Chime.
Isaiah 26:19-21.
Wheelchairs
Chariots in Heaven
I tell you now in earnest,
there is a secret behind all things,
real and unreal,
set and unset,
tangible...
believable...
and knowable,
to your core.
The practice of driving a chair,
here where people stair,
is only for the flair of the air,
that will blow around and through
your hair...
high up in the clouds,
touching the sky,
the corona,
the day,
the night...
and forever.
Messages to the stars,
sight-seeing and wonder,
the golden cart will fly free,
as there will be no need
for anything at all,
to call upon the Lord,
and know He is there,
to hold us close...
here, and where
the adventure goes,
or we are sent.
Ode to Heathens
For Bob Atkinson
Tree bark never minds
that it is not smooth,
or is peeling,
or bears the scars of two stranger’s names;
It stands against the wind
and lifts its leaves to the light.
Trees never fret
that their limbs are not set straight;
they flower;
they fruit;
they invite the nest,
and give rest to weary birds,
and aren’t their twisting branches singing?
Wildflowers are still g ay and bright
though the caterpillar has left some grateful holes in the leaves and petals.
The bees still come;
this is where honey comes from.
They still enjoy the wind, the rain,
no roof to block the stars.
They still have their roots,
not prettied and removed,
gathered in the wells of crystal coffins.
Have you ever seen the ground
glitter with scattered crystals
brought fresh from the mine,
uncut, unpolished, unset,
that make the sun laughing-shatter
and sparkle on the ground with joy?
What then
if a poet reaches for the light with twisting lines?
All these heathen things,
where do you think art comes from?
The throb of the obeisance is to
alternate a action of speech at a unset action .
Yet to breath into a beautiful desire, called Life.
Not long til the sunrise and the fate is pressed
to assign the function of meditation or ability.
-Quateria Greene
From beneath the patina of the rusted times
on the surface of the marooned mind
I uncover a buried pathway in the dusty memory
on which the tormented thoughts travel backward
to the deserted room, its peeling walls pasted with
pieces of frosted mirror of the shattered past,
still hanging uncared in dust.
The last rays of the setting sun
enters the room through the window I keep open
to the twilight when all the faces I once knew
dissolve in the flushing gleam of the dying day
but for the one that glows like the crimson sun unset,
the descending night hasn’t yet shrouded in oblivion.
I see a pair of pensive eyes with frozen drops of tear
poised unshed on the eyelid petals, looking at me
the forlorn way they did when I left her for good
in the dusk a long time ago.
That time hasn’t yet lost its way
in the meandering memory lane, her fragile face
appears unushered so often on the broken mirror
of my desolate mind that reflects tiny drops of tear
in the deserted corner of her pleading distant eyes
I want to forget.
October 5, 2018
Quietly sneaky
you came
Thunderstorms
in my heart
Yet you left
me alone
unset and alone
You were the moon
Now i ask delicate
why when i hear your
name i can't forget
the words on you mouth
those blue eyes staring
inro mine unashamed
I found new hope
untouched
buti can't shake you away
when i hear you name
and your sparky attitude
but i will keep on
romoving your spell
on my soul
for there is always the
sun when the moon fail
NORDIC ECSTASY
You asked me a question, a nostalgic one
Where I was in the seventies
I was in the land of the midnight sun
With the descendants of the Vikings.
Looking at Norwegian rocks, their structure
Along the corrugated coast of the North Sea
I found myself on the lap of pristine nature
As beautiful on earth as it could ever be.
The ice-age glaciers have all melted away
Carving deep valleys for the fjord networks
To enter the lofty land the sea gets waterway
Where on azure clarity the sky disembarks.
Summer sun touches the arctic horizon
Goes up unset at the midnight hour
The sunshine on the night hangs on
Making the body clock go haywire.
The grey sky flushed with the aurora flare
Gleaming winter nights danced on the snow
I could still feel the Nordic ecstasy of the air
Though it touched me such a long time ago.
February 22, 2018.
In your skin,
tones and sunsets pale
to
shades of grey
a passing lonely ship
sailing
away,
taking the
breeze the sun
and all that could have been,
could have begun,
with
a billowed sigh,
your eyes are
closing
like the ashes of regret
like stoney diamonds,
they cry... unset,
closing
like a large chest
filled with pillioned memories
and
conquests
now
trapping
everything inside
catching
the high tide
let it spill clear and true
all over me, over you
wrap your sails tight
opaque
it's not too late
for my breath to sail you high
close your diamonds
on the sky
and sway in your tones of grey
Cut down routine, dine
Alfresco.
Toss your shadow in the evening wind
Harmonize your dreams with the
Allure of a half moon wooing a
Red tinged
Sunset,
Inner peace
Sets in stealthily
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