"joying" poems
Strolling through the Sea
Flock of birds flying in Sky
Joying the adore rain.
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 9:48 AM UTC
My newest hobby is telling people
that I have a prom date, watching the drift of mouths
and listening to the refocusing
of eyes. I'm sure they don't mean
to be rude but they certainly make a good show
of their unkempt reactions.
"Really?" comes the pestilential chorus
as trains of thought rapidly switch tracks.
One stalwart, you may shudder
to hear this, expressed profound
disgust when I disclosed the girl's identity.
"I wasn't aware they let lesbians go to the dance.”
he says and I: "Well, you'll find
they cannot bar the doors to any
sort of trash. You're going right?"
Not a thing about this business seems (to my joying eyes)
quite belonging to its proper world. Yes, it's really me.
I, the wandering virgin-shaman,
must look quite at odds in their view;
despoiling the *** ritual
by stepping out from behind
the moon's galling rind of half-light.
To beat at my own tides? Oh, god!
The quiddity of my queer mind
is sacred like a water-walking rumor.
I find myself betrothed behind my back,
my role is sealed ere tightness shows a crack.
Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 6:16 PM UTC
Why is it that you have become less and less like me,
When happiness was what we used to glean.
Why is it that you like to live a routine,
When all we dreamed was The Paradise green.
Why is it that the child that yearns is suppressed in,
When living with him was like being a King.
Why is it that the-fear-of-unknown rooted deep within,
When exploring wilderness was the best thing.
Why is it that naughtiness, A relic of the past,
When dripping with it was our only task.
Why is it that other’s verdict your stand-fast,
When gripping criticism was like hearing Basque.
Why is it that time has become such a precious thing,
When passing it with me was the only dream.
Why is it that future has become an important thing,
When living in our present was our only theme.
Why is it that you need to take out time for fun,
When joying was the only thing we began.
Why is it that you have started to plan a run,
When planing a thing was considered a pun.
I am waiting here for you to call,
A chance perhaps to live it all.
The Paradise we made is still serene,
When you feel like it, just give me a ring.
I will always be here for you to call
With a hope that you will break the-grownup-fall.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC
For I would that ye knew what great conflict I have for you, and for them at Laodicea, and for as many as have not seen my face in the flesh;
2 That their hearts might be comforted, being knit together in love, and unto all riches of the full assurance of understanding, to the acknowledgement of the mystery of God, and of the Father, and of Christ;
3 In whom are hid all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge.
4 And this I say, lest any man should beguile you with enticing words.
5 For though I be absent in the flesh, yet am I with you in the spirit, joying and beholding your order, and the stedfastness of your faith in Christ.
6 As ye have therefore received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk ye in him:
7 Rooted and built up in him, and stablished in the faith, as ye have been taught, abounding therein with thanksgiving.
8 Beware lest any man spoil you through philosophy and vain deceit, after the tradition of men, after the rudiments of the world, and not after Christ.
9 For in him dwelleth all the fulness of the Godhead ******
10 And ye are complete in him, which is the head of all principality and power:
11 In whom also ye are circumcised with the circumcision made without hands, in putting off the body of the sins of the flesh by the circumcision of Christ:
12 Buried with him in baptism, wherein also ye are risen with him through the faith of the operation of God, who hath raised him from the dead.
13 And you, being dead in your sins and the uncircumcision of your flesh, hath he quickened together with him, having forgiven you all trespasses;
14 Blotting out the handwriting of ordinances that was against us, which was contrary to us, and took it out of the way, nailing it to his cross;
15 And having spoiled principalities and powers, he made a shew of them openly, triumphing over them in it.
16 Let no man therefore judge you in meat, or in drink, or in respect of an holyday, or of the new moon, or of the sabbath days:
17 Which are a shadow of things to come; but the body is of Christ.
18 Let no man beguile you of your reward in a voluntary humility and worshipping of angels, intruding into those things which he hath not seen, vainly puffed up by his fleshly mind,
19 And not holding the Head, from which all the body by joints and bands having nourishment ministered, and knit together, increaseth with the increase of God.
20 Wherefore if ye be dead with Christ from the rudiments of the world, why, as though living in the world, are ye subject to ordinances,
21 (Touch not; taste not; handle not;
22 Which all are to perish with the using;) after the commandments and doctrines of men?
23 Which things have indeed a shew of wisdom in will worship, and humility, and neglecting of the body: not in any honour to the satisfying of the flesh.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:29 AM UTC
Rhyming is timing.
Loving isn't nothing.
Knowing is going,
Anywhere you want to be.
Teaching is needing.
Laughing is pathing.
Knowing is going,
Anywhere you want to be.
Reading is needy.
Believing is being.
Knowing is going,
Anywhere you want to be.
Writing is tiring.
Playing is funing.
Knowing is going,
Anywhere you want to be.
Good-bying is depressing
Helloing is joying.
Knowing is going,
Anywhere you want to be.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
A normal rainy day
Dark clouds, rhythm fused together
I am standing with my umbrella
As an unsaid rule
My hands catching the little drops
Seeing someone running
Someone waiting
But my gaze got struck with someone
Someone in WHITE with no rules
No ruthless runs
Every drops on him says a story
His Cargo's and White T-shirt are saying their own story
Left thinking is he so confident to let it ruin with the rain
His hair curling upto his eye lashes
His smile stands him out in the deamed rainy vision.
His jaw tightened when he looked up in freedom
His hands are close to his body but I can imagine them dancing
I said there is nothing new
But I am still in my unsaid rules
And he is joying freely.
Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 7:54 AM UTC
Tears unshed before, fall now
The distance ahead, shrunk to an end
Memories are spared for us to keep
Time continues, even at our standstill
Years spent, succumb to a day.
Our last paper, joying our spirits
Together we wrote; each his own
The moment a speciality, faded into seriousness
A room filled with relief, not ready to relieve
The future is bound, the past is profound.
Walking away from the building, once detested
A struggled step, not a leap
No matter our differences, our commonness are intertwined
The regrets we have, are that of knowing
The base we had, cherished more considering the unknown.
Friends that motivated our wake, promise to stay
Lightly are their words taken, the truth we have seen
Gratitude owed, to all those who held us up
Chapters written, a glory unmatched
As our grasps meet once more, finality taints the romance.
Life begins again, with responsibilities anew
The crossroads met, our respective pursuits acknowledged
A farewell granting us solace, to a well-traveled journey
Love found, lost to a depart
Our childhood glides away; independence, comes to stay.
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC