Nineteen sixty-three
Temperature rising to
Two thousand-twenty-six
John F Kennedy
“you went to the theater”
For America
I Will Not Forget
Peace an Émigré Outcast
Assassinated !
Murdered !
America’s Gods
Thermal Theologians
Ecstatic on St. Kelvins mushrooms
Holy hollow Presidents
Swearing Oaths of Communion!
Sipping blood from gold cups
Thomas Merton’s pleas for peace.
Shunned by monastic militants
Peace A banished vagrant
Who will risk death?
Or excommunication?
From America’s Temple of War
None! Since J F K
Nineteen sixty-three
Temperature rising to
Two thousand-twenty-six
Who would risk his death?
His excommunication?
For Humble Wages
NONE!
NONE!
tw wh gv 1/5/19 Rev. 11/10/20
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 8:03 PM UTC
Innumerable . . . stars are
countless joys so immeasurably far
laughter . . . shimmering silently
or lamenting twinkling tears
mysterious messengers fluoresce
what wonders are wrought . . . so wordless
in spiral formulae undiscovered
inscribed by ancient seers
a murmuring quiescence pulsates
to a childlike sorrowful plea
eternity pauses to listen
to a prayer . . . from Gethsemane
wh gv Mar.16.2007
Mar 25, 2022
Mar 25, 2022 at 10:51 AM UTC
Selah babes Reborn
Inhumed in His bed of straw
Golgotha’s manger
gv 12.26.18
Form: Senryu
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
Look!
now they sleep bloodless warriors
pandemonium stilled agony slain tranquil
death sanctified in rigid cartesian rows
honored for their sacrifice and selfless valiance
laid to rest beneath mourning grasses
Ask!
where was the higher honor due them before war
are sacred vows to be profaned to be misemployed
Why!
do once verdurous lives lay cold and pulseless
as spatters of red petals tearfully fall
families breathing wistful flowers
distilling rue with lulling scents
Adjudge!
all men who enact lies
dishonoring crossed graves
greed calibrating scales of injustice
bodies tilted high by tonnages of gold
Aurelian kisses vaulting wars riches
Do Not!
dishonor a warrior’s willingness to die
for bravados mouth is a soldier’s tomb
do not forsake truth and honor our only faithful ally
ask ten-thousand whys before one soldier dies
before the bugler's breath sounds death's lamenting cries
Think!
Contemplate war’s fiery womb
hatred born inextinguishable
good & evil indistinguishable
Look, what stillborn bones lie locked in battle
this fleshless monster we mis-named peace
gv.2014
Matthew 6:13 . . . deliver us from “evil”
Evil as translated in 6:13 is "Poneros" A name also attributed to Satan
Which means: "he is not content unless drawing others into the same destruction as himself"
(From Lexicon to the New Testament by Spiros Zodhiates, TH.D
"Soon
the world
won’t have a rib intact.
And its soul will be pulled out."
A line from Vladimir Mayakovsky's 1917 poem , Call To Account
“They made a wasteland and called it peace” Publius Cornelius Tacitus
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
fallen warrior's dying gaze . . .
blurry sun she braids gold rays
gilded strands grace Avrey’s hair
misty tear-pooled stare . . .
Dodoitsu. 7-7-7-5 (26) syllables
gv .2015
Pfc. B.V. , a 22 year old mother of a little girl named Avrey
was Killed in 2010, by an IED, RPG attack near Kunar province,
(145 military women killed as of April.1.2013 in Afghanistan, Iraq & Kuwait
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
her first cry
never teared your eyes
her first smile
never dimpled your cheeks
her first giggle
of joyous recognition
never mothered your heart
her first word
never tickled your ears
her first step
never reached your arms
almost
a prayerful pause ~ spindles time
through its aperture ~ she has your eyes !
‘tho a minutest inflection ~ you see your face !
what joyous recognition ~ self ~ in-dwelt
her flutter ~ divinely felt
You named her Grace
gv 18.29.3 18a
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 6:23 PM UTC
A
Lone
Note
Hangs
Sustained
Upon A Staff
Time Signature ~ Eternity
A
Measureless
Canticle Scrolling
From Alpha To Omega ~ Resounding
A
Living Song
To Those ~ Who Listen
In Hymnal Wonder
Tongues ~ Rest ~ Quiescent
A
Grace
Note
Stilled
Upon A Staff
A
Choir
Risen
gv Mar.14.2018
HOW wisely Nature did decree,
With the same eyes to weep and see ;
Till eyes and tears be the same things ;
And each the other's difference bears,
These weeping eyes, those seeing tears.
Excerpts from:
EYES AND TEARS.
by Andrew Marvell
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 2:56 PM UTC
Seb's young fertile face beamed African royalty
even in the penury of this Nigerian refugee camp.
Her mother's downcast eyes shunned the camera's querying lens,
while Seb's, "I-love-you", eyes were welcoming.
Seb's eyes were as blossom-petaled obsidian pools,
each pierced by the light of a distant star.
Her blackness did not succumb to woeful displacement,
but shone with the promise of an overcoming spirit;
for a Mother's prayers were writ in the marrow of her bones.
Born with a tenacity to love,
her young heart leaped out through trusting inquisitive eyes.
Her tongue, budding out of rich dark faced soil, seemed eager
to taste the sweet juices that her spirited-eyes promised;
smiling, "l love you", behind barbed wired love-me-nots.
Seb was a child . . . full of joyful expectations.
A child who did not choose this world;
'tho born of a Spirit conceived to love . . .
to love the . . . hell . . . out from her world.
gv 4.2015 Word Hobo
~~~~~~
(Note: This piece came out of seeing this fascinating photograph
by Sebastian Rich, of Seb clinging to her Mother in a camp for displaced Nigerians.)
Link to this Photo of Seb and her Mother:
http://www.abc.net.au/news/2016-04-26/infectious-and-innocent-smiles-from-war-zones/7355958
Scroll down to Ninth Photo
Caption : A Nigerian child in a UNICEF clinic, who was finally on the road to a full recovery after suffering from severe acute malnutrition. Her unprompted smile filled my lens.
I would encourage all to visit the website of Sebastian Rich. His heart-gripping photography is incredibly moving and meaningful.
sabastianrichphotography.com.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 8:23 AM UTC
Haiku
wooing rain
trembling young spring fern
wetting dance
gv 3.18
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
I would have no universe without you
drawing me tight
in centrifugal embrace
Without your vows of devoted attraction
I would be flung ~ unsung
into black groans of space
But for the quest of your pulsing heart
I would expire ~ diminished
void of light
You chose to dance with my imperfections
my frenzy ~ in submission
spiraling in delight
In passionate embryonic fusion
you held me ~ a spec begotten
my inner darkness ~ forever forgotten
gv. 1.2015
(Spect. A single photon emission)
Music: Speck Of Dust by Fellows
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 8:50 AM UTC