"reconciles" poems
We live on the ripples of a beating heart
Sailing wide across a great black sea
Each pulses like falling raindrops
As we drift on the surface of destiny
We know the struggles and the storms to come
Foundations the turmoils of passing winds
Are scattering on our way towards the sun
Were raised by none but the breathe of our will
We become landscapes the further we are drawn
Cold mountains, dense forests, oceans and such,
On our carved existence all promise to be found
As we roam from mood to mood and thought to thought
We understand at last what the touch reconciles
When we start to realize what we had always known
That the world was always ours, and it dawns on our mind
That the rainfall had stopped while we’d landed home
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
Like a greedy vulture, I pecked at my skin
What is there to accept?
Is it the discoloured patches where plump red blush had settled before?
Rosy and full of life, I will mourn for my past self.
Is it the falling strings of hair giving up on embracing my tired neck?
A backbone that has defied its own purpose.
In a world of exchange and sharing
Nature has found a place in me
My soul reconciles with the desire to bloom
But my body is dwelling in its ashy winter days
Between the night and day
Find me halfway deciding where to go,
It will either be aspiring to be the sun
or waiting for the end to die with the moon.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
Love is the greatest force of all mankind...
of all cosmos, of all movement
of all that is wild and deranged
held safe in a locket, clandestine,
casually singing reigning from clouds of rain
sonnets of seismic sound sway trees
encouraging sodded fields grow greener than yesterday
yet sprightly and anew
soon
nudging the node
of the naysayers neighing,
bulging out their blue button ups
cramping, beastly belly's brooding to feast
on the blooming young,
the callow of a courageous continuum
trooping along gaily with gallantry
on trails, heralding gnarled roots
but this is rhythm
and rhythm is rhyme
and rhyme reconciles reasoning
"i love you for no other reason
but i love you"
says the tales of two
seeking singularity,
soaking in the sauna of one,
sovereign sun.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
A frail old man wanders aimlessly along the boardwalk of a deserted beach
Hunched over like the the boughs of an oak tree weighed down by its branches
Things burden this man.
Heavy in weight on mind and body
Once swarming with tourists in a way similar to flies around a porch light this beach is now dank and dismal to the eye
The preconceptions of flashing lights and rowdy parties filling its strip just reside as a distant memory in the depth of the deep blue.
On which he gazes out to after taking a long wheezing breath into his shrivelled lungs.
He stands alone reminiscing about previous conquests from his long distant youth
Thinking about all his relationships with friends and loved ones
Perusing through his memory bank as of he were a granddad proudly giving a slideshow to his only grandchild
And as a tear slowly trickles down his weathered face he reconciles with himself that like seeing the last copy of an acclaimed novel being sold he definitely let the one get away.
As this fact dawns on him, knowing he shall always be alone
He takes a deliberate pace towards the steps leading to the sandy wasteland that used to be so glorious and golden.
Gradually picking up speed and stumbling over himself he makes the journey to the edge of the water
Fully aware of the desire that is overtaking his mind, body and soul
The sea begins to seep into his shoes then dampens the tip of his trousers
Now with the water up to his waist he is shivering and struggling to catch his breath
But onwards he walks becoming stronger as he battles the waves cascading against his body.
Is this really what it has come to,
but as the last strand of his silky grey hair disappears into the salty blue
He feels the weight of the past float away and he is at peace
The water has cleansed his soul, rinsed his mind
Deep in the depths of the sea shall his regrets remain forever.
And as his body floats to the surface his soul rises higher and higher up to the clouds
Reaching the end his eyes catch a glimpse through the pearly whiteness
Of a silhouette he recognises
It stands facing away seeming to exude beauty like a single rose in hand of a romantic gesture
When he steps through the gates
The silhouette senses his presence and turns
He knows in that moment, he has made it
He is in Heaven.
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC
suspected of being
problematic, one is a
common
but
questionable
model, and an
adjustment
may
be
required
to address all
the nonsignificant
differences—
how
they
nonetheless constitute
important arbitrary
criterions
for
equivalence
the significance test
based on
observational
data
is
susceptible to (errors
of) interpretation
over the
question
at issue
namely, do
case differences
arise
because of
exposure
to a comparatively
small sample
or
because
of
another variable?
Exposure can be
only mediated
by
crude
estimates
and so may be
misleading
during
the
forming
of the hypothesized
model of one
that describes
the
association
between exposure,
bias, and
the variables,
and
reconciles
difference
with equivalence
significantly.
The model provides
little information
that is
incontrovertible
but
the results suggest if
adjustment for the variable
makes no
substantive
difference
ignore it
but if your knowledge
indicates the
adjusted
variable to
be preferable
then prefer it
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 7:25 PM UTC
Storm clouds rollin' in
I hear the lightning and wind create ambient noise while while Sonny Boy Williamson plays the main event.
The trails and troubles of a ***** tonic create a humble abyss of pure synthetic pleasure.
I try to understand these burning waves of unwanted desire that mold my inner being into an obscure life form.
The desired unconscious being.
Confusion brought on by my own state of unconscious consciousness.
I love so much I become sober with tired will that reconciles nothing.
**** The thunder cracks.
The dog is knocking.
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 2:47 PM UTC
splendid anticipation twisting sapling towards skyroots again
porous attrocities absorb all happenstance toward equilibrium
prance in trance, dance enhance
the words are subtle still and vague
privy to thoughts portrayed by strays, mainstays frayed by microwaves
this cancer causing communication, new information trending towards midlifestations
I still see the spark, still taste the quark. yet improvisations on the fly are hindered
loquaciousness is all a hoax, jokes and folks hold this shaky oak
some still breathe for the trees
most still wish only to seize
but the smiles ring through all these trials all the whiles no reconciles
flies are gathering on this **** and still my feeling wont equit
where is the man from the sky? the one who wont shell our eyes?
was it a woman within the weaves, the stars unfolding
remolding us as lumps of clay and changing the meaning of the word geigh
sleighride with me onto the seas, now frozen by your cold wilting weeze
rhymes and verses traverse like hearses picking up where my thoughts stop short
clicking and twisting, familiar sorts sing songs of us between retorts
it all points to that familiar end, when i cower away and wont defend
the points of light in pupils stares
between this line nothing impairs
tear away the peeling, reeling and the chewey center within
its not a sin to mend the seams and come forthright
steal from my mind just one last kiss, an idle embrace you've never held, grasping
at least that's what the clouds are hissing, evaporating what ive been missing
mix it all in one big *** stewing all the things that i am not
you label me a fool in vain, for i have danced between the rain
impossible sorts of things i've felt, callussed noses refused to've smelt
whisper all the words in pairs, double the potency of stares
climb up the rungs one by one and suddenly the songs i've sung
will bellow in through the wind and you'll wonder if there's time
to find the reason within this rhyme
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
The Lord is good talks to me in midday and afternoon
The Lord is grand reconciles my soul has me in favor
The Lord shines the light where darkness conveys to
Majestic is the Lord's faith keeps my heart at check
I sing to the Lord worship him morning and noon
I trust the Lord fully, He keeps me alert too
Has given me words of power lets rejoice in his name
The cup of wisdom the crown of eternal life
Entrusted in my hands spiritually given sight
The words are the rhythm the poet God's hand
he has given me wisdom and given me the sword
Shall we worship his Kingdom, his name his Holy
Word ...forever more ....forever more. Amen
©Franko the Christian Poet
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
A man walks upon a line,
A woman walks upon a line
Crimson in the half light of the moon.
He walks like a tightrope walker does,
She walks like a tightrope walker does
Each step,
Precise and accurate,
arms held out at 180 degrees.
He wobbles here and there and,
She wobbles here and there and,
Holds his breath,
Holds her breath
Each time,
But he is sure of his feet,
But she is sure of her feet
Because everytime he swings his left foot around
Because everytime she swings her left foot around
In a wide arc,
Although the toes of his left leave the heel of his right,
Although the toes of her left leave the heel of her right,
It reconciles, heel to toe,
Again.
And again.
And again.
Such is the way of life,
One man wobbling along the tightrope of existence.
One woman wobbling along the tightrope of existence.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 1:54 PM UTC
It walks a dark and silent road,
covered in blood and death.
With every step it takes, it reconciles
For nothing else is left.
The being stops to question itself,
is right or is it theft?
The being gazes at the moon
howling with each and every breath,
hoping that something else is out there,
yet there is nothing but distress and death.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
Perhaps, it is only to survive
these treacherous days,
contorting, amid our delicate time.
To take what other form should we proceed,
suffering always,
while keeping meaning against this battle?
Carrying faith forever through crisis,
willingly alone,
until hatred reconciles with peace.
That Endurance shall be tested constant
with our undoing,
proving challenge to rest in our demise.
Survive, survive if living is
too great a task now,
tonight we’ll pray Hope gives birth to Mercy.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
Victim of circumstances
The past, she glances
A mirror of nightmares she can't take
The edges are unstable
Standing on a table, mangled
A bladed cycle never claimed
Her feral heart breaks
Her soul lays in a ash tray
God has no shame
She reconciles
A chance for denial
Her fire is fame
Wiping her vane tears,
announcing her fears with a smile
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 10:01 PM UTC
The Sun that rises must set always,
be it the Sun on Winter Solstice,
or the Sun of Six Months in the Arctic.
Nothing stays for ever.
What rises from the Ocean must dissolve and return to Itself.
Permeating your every moment,
if you look closely, you will find,
There is an Ocean underneath you
and Everything,
that ebbs and flows and eddies just the perfect way.
The decisions and choices we make
are No More than the little sways of our Hands
just as we enjoy the force of the river in a Boat
-opposing it, and aiding it.
Both give us momentary satisfaction.
The Longing stays.
The Search for something deeper
-Where the Joy is all-permeating
and Peace is Everything,
goes on.
Maybe there the Ocean is Still,
and the Treasures at the bottom shine through.
The Mind reconciles with the Eternal.
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 4:33 AM UTC
*Tonight the sea is still
a moon hammocks on
a tide in its peak
on the coast reflected
shadowy in balmy breeze
a sentinel rain forest
lays watch on tranquil bay
Tonight come to your window
savour sea spray in the air
feast on the sounds of night
and waves lapping upon the shore
while pebbly tapping keeps time
no sadness prevails in this symphony
as the moon reconciles land and sea*
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 5:43 AM UTC
Joy of God reaches out to the lost
Joy of God reconciles the hurting
Joy of God means there's hope for
All nations seeking their way to
Be free in the Lord
Joy comes with rising of each day
Spreading a hope for the day
That the wonder and glory of God
Will finds us and be our hope every day
Joy is the source of our peace
Walking in victory claiming the lead
He is the wonder, the beauty and all
That we need
Joy of God reaches out everywhere
BY: Leona Chaput
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC