24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
No one argues with what he says
His age alone speaks of wisdom
His eyes have a gentle understanding
Respect is freely given
The lack of hugs makes no difference
As that’s just who he is
He rides his bike on the mountains
Even at seventy-five
don’t expect to find the straight line in a circle insane spin, although the image can appear to be near, you are going in circles trying to path a direction…
The darkness came upon my soul with the pain that only hell of fire.
Could be explain that is the pain that was upon my soul.
My soul scream of pain and fear no one could hear it was only the evil.
Of the darkness that was covering my body.
Will the fire of hell that was upon my soul their wasn’t know one else their just.
The fire of hell.
That capture my soul with pain that was covering my body.
My scream of my soul was just my silent as the passed through.
The fire of hell.
The pain that capture my soul was from the fire of hell.
My scream of my soul was just a silent word that was in my soul.
Somber silence ever loud
as comes down
the Glory Cloud…
from Realm above
steeped in Grace
as God stoops
to kiss my face.
The Altar here holds a Prize
which opens up
Paradise…
Bread of Angels
humble and small
Yet holding Power
which loves all.
Bounty of Heaven
and Sweet Manna
which lasts
’til we sit at the Table
for the Endless Repast.
All my words were weak
All my days would blend
You turned in simple welcome,
to kickstart a faltering hand.
In Praise of Praise
Not a participation trophy fan, still, I believe in praise–fair props.
Praise the days, praise the nights, praise the accident that is us,
Our planet, our time, our space, our separate solitary worlds,
Together and apart, unable to perceive reality let alone truth
Less a word than a gurgling gut full of sense and the sensible.
Through the singeing stain of soiled panties soaked in piss, as I sobbed,
Sitting beside the third grade boy crush and plum of my notice,
Shame stays, but the blush of recognition, heart surge pumping pride
in mastering a job well done, earned in doubt and fear, curtained hope,
The A, raise, high five, and fist bump, all winking nod to gratitude’s birthright.
Your heart is gold, your friendship true
I’m glad you’re in my life
You care deeply for those held dear
Even when you’re fraught with strife
You’ve gone through your own highs and lows
You’ve been a rock through mine
Our friendship always remains true
And ages like fine wine
Our bond grows deeper as years fly past
As we support each other through it all
For what we share is meant to last
Forever standing tall
You lean on me and I on you
Whenever struggles come
You’re by my side in all I do
With jokes of wine or rum
You are forever in my heart
And you’ll remain in my there til the very end
Even if we’re miles apart
You make my life much brighter
Than it could ever be
And life’s loads seem lighter
Because you’re there for me
Bla, bla, bla
never ending
words are wording
repeating
all the same things
so many
repeating
still so many not listening
these ears they hear, clearly
these eyes, they see, infinity
these hands, they touch and bring ease
these breaths, now come effortlessly
Be
The great light, incandescent, fires the evening sky
Coruscant gold and burnished red, at the lighting of the lamps.
A greater light, deathless, translucent as crystal
Pure love, a shining sea of glass mingled with flame—ascends
Supplanting the heat of stars with brilliant eternity
Consuming the light of day with the Light of Life.
And there will be no night there.