"annointing" poems
Harbour lights beckoning
Like saintly haloed will-o-wisps
Annointing ocean mists
Jaded haunting memories
Come surging down with tidal force
And flood all other thoughts:
*"Weep not for me o' mistress,
Ever my first love was the sea
And I love her more than thee"*
How oft' those words have plagued me,
How many moons have traced the sky
To fall from high
Reborn to die
And all in vain to answer why
The sea could never save me?
Weary sea-legs greet the dock,
Where once they brought in stoic stance
An end to fair romance
Your eyes were filled with sadness,
Beacons born of hope and kindness
Blinded by my blindness:
*"Weep not for me o' mistress,
Ever my first love was the sea
And I love her more than thee"*
Stumbling blind from shore to lea,
From tavern, inn and hotel bar,
I search afar
Of ev'ry tar
To ask of all oh where you are
But nowhere can I find thee?
A young man needs adventure,
Yet all I learned from years at sea
Was all I missed of thee
Has time unwound the wounding
Of hasty words once said with zest
With pride and puffed-out chest:
*"Weep not for me o' mistress,
Ever my first love was the sea
And I love her more than thee"*
With all hope driven from me,
I watched a sailor paint a tale
To taint me pale
As he regailed
Of maiden fair and love that failed
And torment that befell thee
Panic wove itself a wreath
Around my heart and pulling tight
It dragged me through the night
From town to shore I stumbled
And there upon the jagged rocks
Espied your ebon locks:
*"Weep not for me o' mistress,
Ever my first love was the sea
And I love her more than thee"*
The beauty wrought within thee,
Noble grace and elegant flair
My maiden fair
Beyond compare
With ***** and seaweed in your hair,
What tragedy befell thee?
Translucent as the water,
You turn with sightless eyes to see
And see but thought of me
The sadness and betrayal
Takes harbour in your haunting face
Now anchored in this place:
*"Weep not for me o' mistress,
Ever my first love was the sea
And I love her more than thee"*
Through years that passed unkindly,
For all my sins of jealous pride
The truth I hide
From thee inside,
My heart and soul with thee reside
And I have always loved thee
The sea I loved has taken
The destined time we had to share
And thee in thy despair
Oh love my love forgive me,
Upon the sea I held so dear
To you alone I swear:
*Weep not for me o' mistress,
Ever my first love was the sea
But my heart belonged to thee*
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 4:08 AM UTC
This year,
although I know
that you're keen
to set up that nativity scene,
I'm advocating an alternative means,
a change in priorities
for your generosities.
I'm annointing a reversal,
suggesting you parcel
a hamper of staples
and so turn the tables
on advent doors
that ignore the poor.
I'm asking that you choose
to proclaim the good news
beyond the pews,
to pursue a change of people's views
of what they thought they knew this meant.
Yes, let's reverse this advent
and make something heaven-sent.
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC
There's always,
Always light
at the end of the tunnel
There's always a way
Out of the jungle
Peace and rest lie ahead
After every struggle
After the heavy storm
comes the calm
April showers
bring forth
May flowers
After the darkest night
The sun always shines
In the morning
Bringing out of mourning
Exchanging frowns
With smiles for adorning
Those afflicted and in pain
In need of fresh annointing
Drying all tears,
Driving away the dark
Leaving all clear
Rain and pain
Never last always
They are just but a season
And a phase
Hold on, be strong
Never lose hope
It won't be long
Keep the faith
At all times
April showers
Bring forth
May flowers.
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 2:52 AM UTC
**i speak of
rampant confusion
that's not
rabid profusion
i speak of
sapping exhaustion
that's not
of debilitation
i speak of
manic depression
that's from
naked manipulation
i speak of
senseless obsession
that's from
candid illusion
and i speak of
fictional annointing
born of
endless seizure and seeking
i speak of
unadulterated reeking
grown out of
staggering imbibing
after stunning rejection
and numbing oblivion
i speak of
endless yearning
endless seeking
endless delusion
endless exclusion
thwarted efforts
dead dreams
and misguided hope
i speak of
...**
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC
Mistake Not Thee
A Lovers
Marraige
Given True
For an advertisers Game
And a Springtime Circle Of Twelve
Blue Flowers Secret Lovers
Forget Me Nots
Voice Annointing Earth
Soft Still Voice of Remembrance
Once Upon A Time
Your Love
Was Everything
No Prize
Between You
Came a Thought
Pure Faith
Given Over
Remember?
No Reason
Just Love
To One who has Faith
All Life shall be Given
To One Who Loves
Eternity IS
Remembered Happiness
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 12:31 PM UTC
A reading from the book of Ashlyn, daughter of Mark.
In the name of my Father
(Who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name):
Ritual calls a lighter to a cigarette
It pulls the calloused flesh of its thumb over the metal striker
Igniting the air it breathes, exciting a dull glow
A puff of recognition lays down on the exhale
Soon there will be ashes. It settles like smoke.
When the smoke settles
The Room is void.
The walls move in and
Swallow him holy, moving in
Relentless rythmic contraction
A chorus of prayer, annointing the sick
Let us paint crosses in the ashtray.
"Ahhhhh-men."
coughing
In the name of the daughter:
He tries to avoid the ritual,
But the chants persist
He is a sinner.
Only blood can cleanse him
He partakes
May the Spirit be with you.
"And also with you."
We lift our glasses to the Lord.
"It is right to give Him thanks and praise."
*The room goes silent.
Observation of prayer.*
In the name of the Holy Spirit:
The blood of Christ compels a drink
The spirit makes my father new
He is no longer man.
Now, he is exorcised by the spirit.
Praise be to God in his slurred speech
And peace to this person on earth
His sunken eyes. His swollen belly.
God, is he your Mary?
Is this your beautiful creation? Your masterful plan?
God, am I your son? I think so.
I stretched my arms out to you.
It seems you left me hanging.
You, the only father who has ever forsaken me. Why?
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 9:32 AM UTC
The peace of the moment calls
annointing my cells to vibrate.
To open and receive light from above.
I swirl in footsteps breathing deep,
to feel the coming sun.
To celebrate love present.
In peace of the moment senses
sing out carrying me to open
mind to align.
Align with who I am
and why I came.
Came to assist earth
as it transforms
into a planet of love
as its meant to.
that needs my help.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 7:09 AM UTC