Orbs of Multiplication
Villanelle
They spin in stillness, glowing without sound
A rhythm bred from ancient breath and light
The orbs emerge where quiet truths are found
From void to voice, their pulses wheel around
Invisible, yet birthing second sight
They spin in stillness, glowing without sound
No measure binds the math that keeps them bound
They bloom between what’s wrong and what feels right
The orbs emerge where quiet truths are found
In spiral logic, silence is profound
And wisdom burns in geometric flight
They spin in stillness, glowing without sound
Beyond all form, where sacred laws confound
They multiply in luminous delight
The orbs emerge where quiet truths are found
Now write this truth in symbol, curve, and sound
A dream ignites in crystalline midnight
They spin in stillness, glowing without sound
The orbs emerge where quiet truths are found
Said the Heifer to the Ox: “O‘ sorry Ox,
How terrible to work your heavy yoke,
All day to wheel around that grinding spoke!”
She lay lazy in the shade of nearby rocks.
But Ox plowed onwards. Hearing Heifer’s knocks,
And paying no heed to her pitiful smoke,
He laboured, knowing well the dreadful joke
Which soon was to repay her mindless mocks.
And just then came a large procession near,
Garbed in diadems and resplendent frills;
“O‘ Heifer, if only you’d known your lot,
You’d have held your tongue and lived life in fear!“
The priests, dragging Heifer to the high hills,
Offered her to gods whose favors they sought.
(Inspired by Aesop's "The Heifer and the Ox".)
IF I BE GOD
I will;
Chop down the mountain
To a lovely beckoning
In a time when they gasp
In a moment when they thirst
In the rays of light at stake
Wheel around the mountain, to cover
Check the clock of time, to slow
Make the green smile forever
Let them know that their God lives
In the heart of the ocean to roar
In the heart of the forest so teeming
If I be God
Which I'm not
If I be God
Which I'll love
I'll create a vacuum
Let it slow down wheel of time
Let it feel voidness from ages
Make life impacting, so great!
Remove the bad ones at will
Engrave the good ones to soil
Wheel of time to control
Wheel of moment and days
Wheel to roll o'er the stones
Wheel changes, by the heart of God
Those around the wheel at His mercy
Time to be born, time to die
If I have the wheel of time
To control the earth at will
Let violence be gone, no reel!
Peace be still! God has spoken
The mind of God; in the heart of men
Playing God isn't my lot, let God speak
Alone…so lonely in this place,
Like the pages of my life erase,
As I look in the mirror, unfamiliar face,
I see the pain, as I see your efface.
I went to sleep, went out for a stroll,
I live a daily battle for the salvation of my soul,
Look inside me, look into that empty hole,
Waiting to be filled, waiting for my purpose to unfold.
Round and round I go, on this evil carousel,
My spiritualality is so unwell,
No one is ever themself,
Like Lucifer himself,
I have found that from grace I fell.
I miss my Angel, so far from me,
Emotion are a mental tsunami,
Future is dismal, can not foresee,
My inner church, I stand in its debris,
Forgetting my own decree.
Tired of feeling as though I am dumb,
Tired of feeling the unsettling numb,
Anxiety kicking in, my heart feels like a drum,
this ! I am so done!
But I live in a giant wheel, around I run.
Dainty as a maiden embellished in deep violet,
She flutters through grassland, emitting a tangy perfume
And her bodice, luscious, drifts on an organza garment
That reflects queenly admiration from a sunlight blessed:
How butterflies wheel around this goddess’s appointed space
Cruising, parading to endow their dear noblest regard,
Till she blushes in a dance to a crowd gasping aloud
To applaud her womanly entrance, her spring's majesty!
Personification Of A Plant Contest by Kim Rodrigues
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*A purple iris symbolizes wisdom and compliments
* words ' goddess's' and 'luscious' have 2 syl count
via howmanysyllables.com 9/20/2017
Dark Horse
In the thin space between the hours,
where midnight is done but tomorrow not yet begun,
a dark horse rides,
trampling time as everything resets.
Her ancient hooves tear yesterday to dust.
Her furious nostrils inhale every wasted second, and
whineys them out in fresh garlands of blossoming color and sound,
flowering moments that wheel around the sun,
putting every possibilty back in place,
and the first second strikes!
Image Me a Poem, contest
9-18-2017
Melody of time a heart break of mine
Are they just words well then just listen
Just listen
To the melody of my heart
Oh how I feel you quite the heat of night just stormy weather wake of a
Tide on top of the world girls it's you so emotional hands above clouds this
Just word word well just listen to this melody of my heart bright the storm
Better each day oh this day came so far because you
Oh it something about you that balance the sky oh a heavenly gift you are
Just listen you are the melody that keep my feet from the ground oh you
The melody of my heart the wheel around the track goes from loving you.
The sun shines down on brown embrace,
My skin of white to interlace.
From east does come, a dawn, a gift
Of life and love, so not to miss.
Touching face it gently turns
Toward that place for which I yearn,
See forest green, a flower’s face,
The dark gives way for life to wake.
A misty mountain calls to me,
One heart to heart as lovers be,
I smile and nod, not knowing yet,
Of what it speaks, my mind so set.
But Body hears, and heals heart whole,
It slips betwixt the mind and soul.
The birds take flight and wheel around,
Lizards scamper, across the ground.
The wind speaks through a rustled leaf,
A dance with light paints gold relief,
My dog lifts head and takes a bound,
Among tall trees, without a sound.
The stream gives voice, a path you see,
Where spirits walk down to the sea.
Awash with life I stand so still,
And lift my head to sup my fill.
Embraced by this I share my heart
With village deep the place to start,
And sing one note so pure and clear,
To mountain top, to Spirit Deer,
To valley low where rice field grow,
To fern to palm now peace I know.
I turn around to west now east,
A new life found on karma’s keep.
Roses are burgundy,
violets are dead,
and the family
blossoms I
hand-picked is
enfolded under my
pitch dark bed
My hearts beats
slightly and my love
leaves silently
Dismiss from mind
Ted, Greg, and Meg
who is sealed and
bedeviled under my
pitch- dark bed and
not to be
narrow-minded
although I’m looking
out for I instead
Your smirk creates
the impression of
politely on the
other hand the
resentfulness you
all gained for I is
unclearly it’s
unsightly
You kick me when I’m
down and I hurl and
wheel around I can
feel the kicks
kicking me under my
bed
Happens late and
lately everyday and
nightly
Looks like I have to
embed, you all in
something twice as
cruel than under my
bed, cause the
attachment I had for
these local kinfolks
fled
“Precisely”,
“Untimely”, and
“Gladly”
- Loverboi
Toddlers yammering
Grinding wild berries
Misty hopes dwindle
As the rays gray over
Another gaze through the dark
As stars dance round the moon
Boiling degrees melting the night
I wake up to life’s norm
Another day, counted blessing
Dourer than yesterday
Optimistic the Red Cross drives by
Or more graves we shall dig
Whom do I query?
Whom do I turn my vex to?
Who has the reservations?
I believe the milk is not spilled yet
Cheers will still wheel around
Crying tears of deliverance
Strike the souvenirs
Haste to the cries
Behold you save a life
Patriotic to your belief
Don’t let hunger drown us
Tomorrow eager my ministry
Dust will shoe your boot
As you hustle and bustle
Loads will enervate your back
But the medallion is worth
From heaven open doors
Your shack shall brim over.