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Heidi Johanna Sep 2020
The lighthouse nearby
Steady, bright
Its light keeps sweeping through
My little life

Beams of instruction
Welcomed every time
Used to live by the sea and the light of the lighthouse on an island close by would sweep through my room in the night.. if I ever woke up in the middle of the night, I’d just lay there in wonder 🤍
Ken Pepiton Sep 2020
As we flow imagining we motivate
our selves to go on,
crack the whip,
try oomph-ala
like… take and read the little book, or swallow
what you're told…

for any mind a thinking thing is companion,
welcome the strange
little light leading on,
for minded beings do not live by bread, alone.

Inside, we see alone.
Outside, I see all one. Am I enlightened,

I ask my closest confidant.
Ah, I utter

as a sigh, slack jawed awe, a we is made
right now --
me and thee, dear, dear reading being thinking

do you mind?
Did I capitalize on your confusion to stick
a point into a bubble you believed?

How would you know?
Omphalos is the hub of any bubble of being,
center of gravity, if I may
make that assertion
as certain as
may be in these days of knowledge expansion.
May is you word, now. You know.}
A stitch. Point of purpose, needles need thread, thread needs fiber, fibers must be spun. the point of a needle is for piercing, the eye is for sewing edge to edge, with thread. Nothing is simple.
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
by Michael R. Burch

Toss this poem aside
to the filigreed and the prettified tide
of sunset.

Strike my name,
and still it is all the same.
The onset

of night is in the despairing skies;
each hut shuts its bright bewildered eyes.
The wind sighs

and my heart sighs with her—
my only companion, O Lovely Drifter!
Still, men are not wise.

The moon appears; the arms of the wind lift her,
pooling the light of her silver portent,
while men, impatient,

are beings of hurried and harried despair.
Now willows entangle their fragrant hair.
Men sleep.

Cornsilk tassels the moonbright air.
Deep is the sea; the stars are fair.
I reap.

Originally published by Romantics Quarterly.

Keywords/Tags: instruction, sunset, night, skies, wind, sighs, moon, silver, portent, sea, stars
Michael R Burch Feb 2020
Listen to me now and heed my voice;
I am a madman, alone, screaming in the wilderness,
but listen now.

Listen to me now, and if I say
that black is black, and white is white, and in between lies gray,
I have no choice.

Does a madman choose his words? They come to him,
the moon’s illuminations, intimations of the wind,
and he must speak.

But listen to me now, and if you hear
the tolling of the judgment bell, and if its tone is clear,
then do not tarry,

but listen, or cut off your ears, for I Am weary.


Published by Penny Dreadful, The HyperTexts, the Anthologise Committee and Nonsuch High School for Girls (Surrey, England)

Also published by Michael R. Burch writing as Immanuel A. Michael and Kim Cherub

Keywords/Tags: Listen, heed, prophet, crying, wilderness, voice, prophecy, black, white, gray, moon, wind, speak, speaking, speech, instruction, teaching, warning, omen, illuminations, intimations, ears, hear, judgment, bell, toll, tolling, peal, pealing, tone, I, Am

Note: The poet as a “madman, alone, screaming in the wilderness” is likened to John the Baptist, foretelling a momentous “second coming”: his own, with no other Messiah in sight.
Traveler Oct 2019
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
Ken Pepiton Nov 2019
Selah, in this realm
pause. think. pause meaning, we agree, slow down,
extol, pay
attention based on worth ship possible to take
as granted, per se.

ya move toofastgottamockdemoanin'past foevah Jung.

were there no condemnation here,
could you abide?

Y'see, we words form bubbles, in which we list
whither we will
in swirling mists of Swedenborgian beauty,
you can only imagine,

as winds return on circuits perpetual enough
for mortal bubble minds like ours.

For the players on ins
truements. Key of B, natural. lah lah lah la on an' on

whisperin' pine backin' old crow's caw.
This seems fine, f'now.

Selah some mo'
A biblical scholar, so-called, possibly arrogant, as in self-so-called, saw no significance in the instructions accompanying psalms, so i defined my term for him.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
A gossip session
In a zero hour
With big heads conclusions
Circulated as below:
Guideline 2018 ©
On behalf of,
Voice of the voiceless
Equation of life,
Work and play

Equation of love,
A world of possibilities
Equation of words,
That senses of nothing
Equation of silence,
That means everything
Full stop.

Let it be followed
The next meet.
Genre: Clinical
Theme: Guideline making
George Krokos Feb 2018
There are strange new worlds with an artificial sun
which have been created by people to have fun.
They're made up of things that we all do fear and love
where the main conditions are imitating those above.
The main characters are those whom you can choose
if in by doing so you fancy they won't lose.
Even when they do you can have another chance
provided that there's a better or improved stance.

The landscapes and creatures are so imaginative
and may come from a place that is very relative.
Some resemble those which are not readily seen
and aren't even like any where someone has been.
The challenge is to eventually reach the end;
along the way to find and make a real friend.
Many are the struggles one has to overcome
that can be so very overwhelming for some.

There are those people who just happen to breeze through
while some others get bogged down in all that they do.
The saying of “practice makes perfect” here does sound
very wise indeed for people that start to come around.
Time and self effort are the main ingredients needed here
and one's inner attitude to finish and reach the end is clear.
However there's no real sense of what that may really be
unless one gains true insight on the way and begins to see.

The sense of accomplishment is all the more justified when
everything falls into place and the puzzle is solved then.
But there are certain aspects that other people may dispute
which will depend on their own convictions if they refute.
There's also the situation where others don't clearly see
what's been realised by the one who at the end comes to be.
As very little is known about the goal which one can reach
except by those who are already there and willing to teach.

There are also certain manuals of instruction some others have left behind
which have been interpreted and commented on that are of a dubious kind.
Some of these seem to tackle the problem from a position along the way
while others go headlong and sink knee deep into semantics of the day.
Even those that are more widely accepted or universally read and known
don't really say enough or make clear what between their covers is shown.
This is the main reason that gets people thinking about the subject at hand
and to wonder if there's anything other than a fantasy vs reality made land.
Written in 2017. Guess what this poem is about.
> do not step in the fairy rings
> the neatly circle like mushrooms will call you to
> the fairy folk will dance you away laughing
> take you where one century passes in a minute

> don't do it
> stay away from the too bright meadows
> in the too silent forests

he steps in each and every circle he can find

he steps in them and closes his eyes

when nothing happens he steps out
and sighs

*still the last one of my kind
Trupoetry Sep 2016
Eve: When will I arrive?
God: You were already at your destination the moment I took you from his side
Eve: That word taken, is there a lesson?
God: Yes, sometimes things must be created, taken, then presented for you to get the blessing
Eve: How will I know he loves me?
God: He will honor his Mother & put no man above me
Eve: If he begins to question, how will he know?
God: His faith will plant the seed & your love will make it grow
Eve: I'm afraid to make mistakes, what if my actions are forbidden?
God: He will love you with my love, it holds the greatest forgiveness
Eve: What if he has loved before me and that love is still in his heart?
God: Nothing can happen without my will playing a major part
Eve: So to have loved before me, he would have needed your permission?
God: Yes, he can receive nothing except what is given to him from me, it is written
Eve: Then why confuse him, what if they pretended to be me?
God: He will see good qualities in them all but none will resemble me
Eve: How can I reflect your image, when you are perfect and always right?
God: You cannot mirror me exact but your efforts will reflect my light
Eve: I have these flaws & things about myself that I don't get
God: I will provide comfort & clarity in your gift
Eve: What is my gift & will it help him know it's me?
God: He may not know at first, but he will surely notice me; he will hear my name in every word, in every book of your poetry
Eve: When he reads those words, will he know they are for him?
God: He will trust the way they make him feel, you are well established friends
Eve: Have I loved him before? This feels like another chance at life
God: You have loved each other many lifetimes but in this one you will be his wife
Eve: If we have lived & loved before why is this any different?
God: He is finally in search of what was always missing
Eve: Am I the puzzle's missing piece?
God: No my dear you are the puzzle, the missing piece is me
Eve: If a man is to lead how will I influence his direction?
God: You will be his greatest helper & the object of his affection
Eve: What does that mean in correlation to you?
God: When he is ready for a wife he will put me first in all he is called to do, that includes honoring you
Eve: What about school, work & finding himself?
God: Until he searches his heart &  loves me he will have trouble discovering anyone else
Eve: So what you're saying Lord is be steadfast in you, pray without ceasing & be confident in the truth? Focus less on being chosen & more on what I was sent to do? For part of my purpose is to be a great help, to a man who puts you first & has learned himself?
God: This time with you has been well spent my child my instructions I see you have received, the morning has come and gone so from now on I will refer to you as Eve.
There are a lot of ways to win in love but the surest way to lose is to build a foundation that doesn't include God
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