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James Kosiorek Poem
Poetry Knows
Where poet goes
when poet needs
A line of prose
Which word comes best
on top of rest
before its born
in womb of next
Where uncooked prose
in little groves
sits in wait
by little stoves
Poetry screams
in pains of birth
For now as words
it now has worth
it likes
it would
it rather be
before its time
not known to me
Where life songs sing in melody
and pollinate the what will be
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James Kosiorek Poem
Time Yawns.
The sun goes down, sunny side up.
My thoughts, shallow and unrefined delight in their new found depth.
The moon begins to bloom. Numbered stars take
their place in the countless skies.
There is a serenity I have received that I cannot change. It is a different kind of wisdom. It knows the difference.
God Rocks. Jesus Rolls
The train roars. Time Rumbles.
Night awakes. Rested and well fed it stretches into the light.
Shade delights in its own conception. Newborn shadows, suckle on the night.
Temptation seizes me. Prayer returns the volley.
Ice cubes skinny dip in glasses. They sit at a chair less table.
Painted walls procrastinate at the corner.
Skipped beats gather at the heart.
Motes conspire to dust.
A slick polished thought gets waxed.
Outside a lazy droopy wind falls to the ground.
Rain gathers in trees.
A rainbow shatters the sky.
Dawn breaks, broke.
The sun also rises. Over easy.
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I have run out of high
I begin to crawl
the bottom was my destination
it was what I desired
as it was common to man
for it I prepared
of it I now let go
Set free of death
It has no wings
Where I am headed it cannot follow
Celestial Clydesdales gallop hard into the distance
in fertile space
Where the light of stars has yet to shine
in space untilled
where darkness has no purpose
they prepare the way
they are the essence of the unknown
there in the secret place where there are no secrets
there am I fully known
It is here where the armor of God was made
deep in the womb on creation
where time knows no beginning and has no end
in the court of endurance shall I watch
prayers as they turn into praises
praises as they turn into worship
worship as it turns into grace
I run out on high
Here now in the mist of eternity
I wait
adorned in grace
encircled by mercy
With my God
For my God
From now
Till the day after forever
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James Kosiorek Poem
Poeatree
I Poet climbs in Poeatree
to far up high
where verse is free
And prose it buds
on thinks and thoughts
right before as fruits their sought
I poet sits just like the dew
that formed on Poetry that’s new
between his thoughts and what I think
just like the red mixed up in pink
I Climb back down for time permits
no more of this poetic fit
I'll pick back up
I knows its true
When Poetry next
demands its due
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For the first time in forever
on my knees I stand tall
and heed the call of Jesus
the Sheppard of all lords.
He's the God who walked on water
some days changed it to wine
who fed five thousand people
with food enough for five
in this moment of forever
upon my knees,tall,I pray
and heed the call of Jesus
With the glory due his name
from the rivers to the oceans
from the mountains to the sky
where the angels sit and listen
as we praise your name on high
amazing is your thunder
Your lightning, graceful-riegns
they chase each other endlessly
forever in your day
I find no greater pleasure
than pleasing you today
and with the angels cry out Jesus
in our hearts always stay
as my prayers chase your glory
a knee mail I send today
prepare for me a mansion
for I'm coming home to stay
so I really hear more as a song any idea where such things go please comment. thanks
and I have no idea what the form box is all about. its all prose to me
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