Early summer starts in eye of spring, with respect to my location.
Please, note that eye of spring means middle of spring, summer-spring season!
Theatre
Something happens I can't explain
It feels enclosed quite like a train
Within its wall you are truly set free
To be yourself or who you want to be It's like, let's pretend, or dressing up
Childlike feelings, they fill your cup
Escaping, distracting the daily grind
You can leave your worries all behind
Rehearsing, sets and stage lights
The anticipation of opening nights
A team feeling for those not so sporty
Rare chance for adults to act naughty
A sense of purpose shared with all
Commitment, a time to stand up tall
Drama, thriller, it is always a farce
Mischief and tears, acting an ****
If you act with respect to all around
A home from home is easily found
In our theatres, dreams come true
This beautiful place is open to you.
Planting my flag atop my sonnet’s peak
and outward gazing at the vales below,
I hear the rambling rivers, feel the faux
flow and fumble of their groping technique;
From high on up, I trace the snaky sneak
of weak words—and weaker metaphors,—slow
conclusions, mirroring the so and so…
I am compelled, my judgement thus to speak:
I declare war on free verse poetry!
Ach! scourge on rhyme, blight on rhythm,—I’ll beat
back the long-winded flood of half complete
thoughts. With respect to whom I name my foe,
if here you hear your name,—at least you’ll know:
In the formless form—I find my enemy!
in ancient times
ear-rational philosophers
spoke...
with respect to
irrational philosophic calls
stan sand
Close up and behold gem of worth
Gargantuan with respect to value
Defying dirt from mother earth.
Through microscope midst vibrant light
Lens reveal precious treasure
Iridescent, glowing against dross’ blight.
Under microscope divine, held graciously magnified
There am I, faith-polished by the Creator’s hand
To fulfill His assigned role, as precious stone* beautified.
*1 Peter 2:5 - Ye also, as lively stones, are built up a spiritual house, an holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices, acceptable to God by Jesus Christ.
December 20, 2023
6th place, "Any Poem" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 4/16/2024
had a potential thought...
just a 'minute ago' of
an 'encapsulated idea' ready
for a poetic discussion...
of a concept that a 'perceiver be'...
thee 'time-moment
itself' as a numerical presence...
that is an 'awareness of being'
with respect to the concept of...
a 'count knot' as a basic 'meta
for' some consciousness complexity...
where-in 'one idea' may
consume 'or' reproduce...
itself as an 'other
notion' with an appetite...
for 'change able' ideas
stans sand
"God is unlimited and infinite with respect to time. He is eternal. God is unlimited and unaffected by space; He is present everywhere at the same time."
~ David Jeremiah
Infinite is His grace
In each step, we can trace
Infinite is His love
Poured on us from above
Infinite mercies shown
From heaven's royal throne
Infinite wisdom seen
Our future, God's foreseen
Infinite God, He reigns
Nature's order maintains
His greatness infinite
His power definite
Infinite glory shines
My God has no confines
1st March 2023
For Constance La France's "Writing Challenge - I words" contest
Intriguing lessons; capture and learn from the past.
It is History. Shun its evil and repeat only its good.
Let not our past misfortunes steal our future.
Creative vibes and motivations stir the emotions
in our hearts to attempt great things in the future.
It is Mystery. Break the seal. Possibilities ignite the passion.
'The Now', with respect to interaction and participation, has no rival.
Embrace its reality and never underestimate or take it for granted.
Rather, absorb 'the now' and digest it into our spirit. It's a luxury.
121422PS
Dumru
Guru cheyle
With respect to lord God when most of people
Feeling die because God reverse dog My keen thought
D=4
O=15
G=7
....26 alfabet
Hey blessed with your boon to all
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
You can’t stop the sun from rising
nor the waxing and waning of the moon;
nor can you stop the stars from blinking.
You can’t stop lightning from flashing
nor can you stop thunder from roaring;
neither can you un-ring and rung bell.
Ever wonder if an echo can be stopped
once reflected into the ever-moving wind—
blowing with its own as well as other echoes?
And is it not also a wonder that wherever we go
we tend to leave some kind of footprint; even if
only scented footprints that could be followed?
Contemplating further, it can be realized
that the inked poetic word can be likened
unto that of echoing footprints for the eyes.
With respect to life, there is an old axiom
that reminds us that while workers will die,
the work they were committed to will go on.
Likewise, it is with the poet and poetry:-
Poets will die but the inked poetic word
left behind will be as echoing footprints.
As Socrates calmed the council by speaking up,
Í, slow and aged, being sentenced to drink from the cup.
Being condemned by truth as guilty iniquity,
injustice phenomena throughout antiquity.
Í abide my sentence and so will you all,
perhaps it ought so to be, by a greater call.
My prophetic voice as guardian deity,
must warn you about trifling affairs of society.
Laws of nature and reverse equality to action,
will cause your spheres to become the sanction.
Death for me is impossible by mental discipline,
privation of all senses is the sleep without dream.
A passage from soul to soul in the eternal night,
prayers with respect to death, turning of the light.
I bear no resentment towards my accusers,
intention caused by fears belong the losers.
As long you care more for power and riches,
or anything else before virtues above, which is.
Time to depart for me to die, for you to cheer the live,
knowing that my journey as soul has no deprive.
why...the speed of light?
sit...a moment please : )
cofcof...
each neural network dimensions time fractionally as
all...
be change and relative
nothings...
with respect times days passing without exact repeats
but...
that they are here then gone as all the tomorrows are
only...
absentees with respect present hourly relative differences
counted...
numbered as a/the being of something constant about times passing
topology...
where-in/on the being of a now is but as just some momentary bubble
image...
with spherical constants representing a depth in times passing
geometry...
andt upon the constant passing absences of tomorrows yesterdays
seconds...
todays are defined in terms of what remains consistent about the
leftovers...
the sediments so to speak caught in the eddies of the geometric flow as
images...
of reflected on and offs of atomic quanta reflected in eyes at a constant
speed...
called that of light with respect to the movements in our percieved
images...
stan sand
(sorry...no time for a re-read and corrections)
"Sumthang" Hunny Part and Jinggle Dheeze
Wore masks and stood behind manager
"Big Beefy" Borscht, silent saying nothing
He introduced the as Sight and Sound
Identifying the by there boots.
In the introduction Danker Dinker Donk
Interupted walking in saying
"Ya'll don't like me" "Ya'll don't like me"
He said it seven times and seven
Times they ignored him, then the
Lights flickered and when they
Came back on Dewlittle was the only one standing
And Even Kelp Seaworthy was lying on the floor.
Flux Diakkin came out voweling revenge against both factions
Saying my daddy built this company with integrity
Involved. With respect to decentsy, ya'll mocking this man's legacy "
The soulful whisper of love’s promise
Is a deep but soft reassuring truth
Spoken while flowing like a flute
From within the soul to be heard
Another heart rests within knowing
This limitless promise is everlasting
To be shared in each valuable moment
Granted by each beautiful day to live
To cherish this promise of trusted unity
Is with respect to be forever gentle
This whisper will never strike to yell
Each heart will never break the other
It is pure as a white rose with dew drops
Delicate as a butterfly’s wings through air
This all created by faith to bloom and fly
Any sacrifice will be made as it is shared
When this is found, it will never be lost
Not even by death, it will still carry on
A soulful promise from earth to heaven
It all begins from the truth of a whisper
Heidi Sands
8/7/19
Placed 3rd in the One in Four Contest. Line chosen for poem: The soulful whisper of loves promise
Bring your lover into your world,
don’t hide inside of hers
‘A mistake too often made
with respect to women’
Self inflicted homicide…
men die of good intention
A modern age hormonal trap
—loves truth no longer free
(Greensboro North Carolina: April, 2019)
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