Quickening Poems - Poems about Quickening

A blue pastel haze On this midwinters day envelops the world as we know it around I pause in this whistling quiet of snow And take in the absense of sound Within I felt a budding the slightest little nudge has cracked this frozen layered facade I believed no way would budge Hold out I will for eventual thaw Winter will pass this way by...

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June 6 Scripture Meditations Based on Psalms 141-144 Key Verse – Psalm 143:11 Quicken me, O LORD, for thy name’s sake: for thy righteousness’ sake bring my soul out of trouble. MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR QUICKENING ME Thank You for quickening me against eternal barrenness By Your salvation-graciousness Letting me breathe Your everlasting life’s blissfulness… Now,...

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In Time with Autumn —————————————- Autumn rushed ahead without me, Leaving me to chase After its perfect violet skylight. My running feet crack The silence of the earlier dusk, with My mashing of the dry death Of the discarded Brown and golden leaves Covering the ground I course, Trying to catch up. It seems Time has become...

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The Quickening of the Heart Eyes open wide, but inside I’m still searching; Gotta find a wife before the end of the road. Driven all my life on these feet I’m still using; Following the light that I keep in my soul. When all is said and done I want you to paint my picture. The story of a son, with...

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Thoughts racing faster The Monster is the master Who’ll be outlaster? Fear is growing fast As the Zombie I am cast Can I hold, outlast? Taken to the task Face becoming a forged mask Partake of the cask Am I savable? The Monster wants Rafael Why? Kane slew Able… Sins of the father Could be sins of the mother This we must pay for? Am I a fixture? Where’s my soul...

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The Quickening by Michael R. Burch for Beth I never meant to love you when I held you in my arms promising you sagely wise, noncommittal charms. And I never meant to need you when I touched your tender lips with kisses that intrigued my own— such kisses I had never known, nor a heartbeat in my fingertips!...

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While watching Bill Reid’s wooden sculpture “The Raven and the First Men”(1) One day, after the long and countless searches of bottom of the abysmal waters with cycles of formation and extinction of renewed waves and ripples, a Raven with jet-black feathers that is darker than the darkest night brought a shellfish to Haida Gwaii(2) the other side of the...

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Vibration stimulation creates molecular transformation… Our universe speaks vibrational sound… Discover your universe name within your ears going round and round… Simplicity within synchronicity guiding me through my infinite multiplicity… Mental confusion the ingrained crime… Leaving us empty; Doing time… Doing time… Doing time… My emancipation from the illusion of confusion flows through me with spirit fused rhyme… Blasting through the blockade, divine frequencies our...

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Turbine whistling Wait... Until all is green Time to go That familiar quickening Of a heart Trained in the art of war To do battle Rotors spinning Left and right... The tech calls Clear! Progressive collective Rising high In to the sunlight Time to target Five minutes That familiar quickerning Switches, set Terrs, visual! Lynxes, marking with frantan Left hand orbit Time to go... Heave of cyclic Nose up Shudder Bleeding off speed Safeties , off You hear...

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Seasons.... Their Changing...... Come and Go Like Seconds..... Leaving...... Going~...

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