Corroded clouds exude narcotic, honeyed sap,
Quelling ancient mayhem in a digital trap.
A quiet ritual, a ballet of bone and steel,
As the mind succumbs to a whispered, lucid deal.
Relics hum in the hollow of the throne,
Nerves collapse in a drug's strange, echoed tone.
A gilded cage, its promises now dust,
I grow my paper-cut wings, born of fragile trust.
In his heart is burning aggression
And violence is his lifelong confession
And sure he might wear nice shoes and a tie
But that's a masquerade mask to suit the lie
A barbarian in heart and mind
He rarely fits in with the civilized kind
Dancing on his victim's grave
He assuredly is a dastardly knave
Devilish desires feed his fury
Quelling the fire inside he seeks to bury
There is no sense in the violence
But also no peace in the silence
Your voice is not noise
Even if powerful people it annoys
If allowed to continue the meandering neanderthal
Will be the fall of it all
Authors of the scriptures remain unknown,
wisdom penned handed down from the ages,
pointing out the way each must walk alone,
escaping illusionary cages
and quelling fire that within heart rages.
All Upanishads have a simple aim:
to entwine us with God, in life’s end game.
To ponder or not to ponder - that is the question.
Is it a waste of my precious seconds, minutes, hours
To dwell on the questions that plague my mind?
I spend my waking and waning hours mulling and considering,
Crashing waves of question marks and possibilities
Dance around in my mind's eye, quelling the beast of sleep.
A skeptical girl's dream is a paranoid's nightmare.
The mind wanders the winding path, ways blockaded by the
immaturity of age's eye. Paths extend,
arms outstretched, sclera comes into view. I enter the land
of darkness and trivial trifles, numbers rapidly rising.
To observe then look away - oh what a gift.
The fluttering, juvenile gaze upon life offers a plethora of privileges.
A jovial demeanor, an emaciated ego, a blithe smile -
charities that are given to the majority.
The plights that plague me are mere afterthoughts
in the meandering mind of the thoughtless. Idealizing,
reading, puzzling reserve themselves for the
fragmented, slightly distorted. And now I must
ponder, what the slightly distorted
save themselves from.
As the ethereal guitar mesmerises
My soul responds
As if I dipped into a melodic bath
Of perfectly curated
Lovingly tempered
Heart massaging
Candle flickering
Water
A fragrant tune invades
My nostrils
Flaring as the warm
Moistened air tumbles by
The world merges into
Perfection
Harmony
Stirring
The resonance
Of childhood memory
Percolating through the mist
As sliding strings
Caress my ears
My mind drifting
Towards that past
Safer place
Yet this mesmerising medication
This tuneful tumult quelling
Perfect prescription
Is deeply welcome
Somewhere in my gut
My true being
Soothed as we surrender
To this soulful sabbath
May you never grow old
At the joyful table
Where your soul dines
Hear the whispers
Of the small pleasures
Taste the fermented flavours
Of the ordinary delights
Using all your available senses
When the music plays
To transport you
Run to catch the moment
Soak in the vapour
Embibe the elixir
Breathe it all in deeply
Holding in gratitude
Each heavenly moment
The gate creaked, moaning and groaning to shut,
Sealing up, quelling, the bickering blame-game glut.
No you can’t sneak around, and jump the fence,
With grave looting cries of grief-stricken offense!
That won’t work anymore! So don’t strut up on-bail,
Clad in your ghostly godforsaken gossamer veil,
Claiming it was not your fault, 'cos you told no lie!
For snake-eyes have tears that very quickly dry!
The gist was far to hollow, for back-sliding disdain,
So go! The gate’s locked - you won’t get in again.
Gripped with freedom gear
Driving well, sans fear
Our son whirls in joyous spree
Quelling my heart’s shout
Smiting mother's doubt...
He champions victor’s glee!
In special wheelchair
There he zooms with flair
Gesturing triumphant sign…
Oh, we feel so blest
Since his spastic pest
Makes us gain God's grace* divine.
*2 Corinthians 9:8 And God is able to make all grace abound toward you; that ye, always having all sufficiency in all things, may abound to every good work.
November 23, 2024
2nd place "Alouette Me" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich; judged on 12/2/2024
A petite yet sinewy muscle, exuding charisma,
A citadel of expression, tenacious in awe.
Its tentacles sting with a vindictive jest,
While cavernous blooms cradle the nectar’s quest.
Cobblestoned emotions jade my mental slate,
As chronicles surface, vivid and up to date.
A fragile form, each breath a whispered plea,
Cracked like ice beneath a trembling sea.
Nervous breakdowns drown me by the shore;
Patronizing gazes weigh heavily on my core.
A colossal trial looms, plunging me into chiaroscuro gloom,
Echoing the spectral whispers of Annabelle's forsaken room.
Whiffs of solace levitate from amma's lap,
A delicate darling, like rose dew on morning's nap.
Yet, from heaven's soft veil, a Messiah descends,
Bestowing wisdom, like a balm that mends.
A cooing whisper: “Confidence is the finest accessory one can wear,”
Infusing my fragile spirit, quelling mayhem with flair.
A garment forged by time, self, and panache,
Glinting like sapphires in the esoteric cache.
For fear ravages the dungeon’s shadowed depths,
Shattering armor, leaving it fractured, bereft.
Magnetic words defy gravity’s law—
A candle in the rain, my flame untouched, in thaw.
Queen of Heaven,
Lady of Solitude,
Sovereign of the Universe,
Opener of the Way,
Mistress of Angels,
Hail, O Builder of the Universe,
Graceful mysterious rose,
Refuge from despair,
Gate of Dawn
Whence light is born
Whom all in heaven see
As fairest of the fair and
Strongest of the strong.
Hail, O First Cause,
O Crown and Throne,
Soil and Flower,
Aether and the Sea,
Dragon-quelling
Slayer of demons and gods
Saboteur of all cruelties;
O, Glorious rutting virgin
Utmost benefactress
Devour our sufferings
Liberate us from our chains,
Gladden with your blessings.
A black cloud envelops my sky
Threatening to rain down a torrent of pain
Oceans of commotion swirl in my brain
And I try to bandage the wounds in vain
I see only the receding vistas of light
And night prowling like a stealthy thief
The past chills the mind like hanging icicles
And I feel so heavy with frozen grief
I inch my way up like an ugly snail
My life is riddled with contradictions
Oh, I am waylaid, lost and beaten
From every corner, I meet only oppositions
Yet dreams break forth in my heart
Amidst darkness shines a light
A call to spirit to seek the gift of recovery
Transforming pain into strength and delight
I must break loose of all the tethers
Let my soul embrace all that is dear
From this cage, I must fly out
The sky beyond me lies blue and clear!
Even at moments when we feel,
God has forsaken us, time assures;
However bad things are, recovery is possible,
When God is there quelling all our fears.
Now I am on a journey of redemption
I tell myself- “Come out from this hell
Just start anew, nothing is beyond recovery
The dawn is near and all shall be well”
June 6 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 22-24
Key Verse – Job 22:26 For then shalt thou have thy delight in the Almighty, and shalt lift up thy face unto God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO BESTOWS US
OUR DELIGHT IN HIM
Praise be to God for bestowing us our delight in Him as we:
Pray for His power
Prosper through His plan
Progress along His purpose
Persevere by His providence
Perform in His prevailing peace
Job 23:10 Praise be to the Lord for leading us
toward the way we should take in our:
Quest for His blessings
Quietude against burdens
Query about Biblical built-up
Qualms in balancing business-bouts
Quelling from boastfulness’ boomerang
Job 24:9 Praise be to the Saviour for
His omniscience that we cannot hide from as He:
Reminds our hearts of His granted redemption
Restores our holiness graciously along His renewal
Revives our hope through His governing reigning rule
Reinvigorates our helpfulness by His guiding reinforcement
Regards our health, guarding us by His goodness against ruin. Amen!
June 6, 2024
"The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit." Psalm 34:18 of King James Bible
Quiet moments with God
Quench spiritual thirst
Quelling angst by grace so
Quickened faith finds peace from
Quandary of guilt and
Qualms that beset heart midst
Quirks seeking serene bliss.
February 7, 2024
5th place, "Quagmire, Quest, Quiescent Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 2/13/2024.
One by one we saw close ones die
But ours was not to question why
We sank each time but rose again
Holding strong and quelling hearts sigh
Bound to form and attachment chain
Suffering deepened sense of pain
It was all delusion of course
For in each life, must fall some rain
Fate did not concur with a peaceful pact,
Of Miranda rights I was unaware,
Unpleasantry presented as a fact,
No compass 'round a minefield, unprepared.
Tenebrous was my search for the path out,
Of dull maze, where Monarch of Darkness reigned,
Dispensing wholesome handouts of self doubt,
Quelling my quest for exit in restraint.
I since encountered magic in a quill,
Rewrote my destiny's lustreless plot:
Clean slate, new chapter, and ebullient will -
Cracked and crumpled, yet broken it was not.
March 8, 2023
Secret Battles—Silent Wars
Telling my secret battles
Celebrating the untold wars
Unfolding my choicest memories
Surfing the virgin’s pathways
Rhyming sacred hymns
Recalling stolen graces
Unveiling the hidden shadows
Parting the puffy clouds
Unmasking the hidden faces
Untangling woven phases
Quelling our sumptuous yearnings
Quieting every inner wailing
Quailing at the broken words
Stoking my ethereal flame
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