Emerged excitedly from
Every eager elevation,
Entering the evening:
Sonnet LXVIOp. 27, no. 6
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
Since I have borne the brunt of many shocks
That laid me flat, a blank gaze to the sky
And naught of sleep my supine form unlocks.
In times as these, when all seems in defeat,
And suffering hangs like a noxious cloud,
The urge is great to quit this life and cheat
In seeking satisfaction disallowed.
For surely must the cheapest joy be sweeter
Than even just the slightest bitter taste.
Alas, to be a fleshly-minded eater
Would lead to death not freedom but a waste.
Look far ahead, the harvest bids you sleep
Despite the rain that falls in torrents deep.
Relating and ReciprocatingFor you my thoughts go oft astray,
In all the watching and the waiting,
I'm driven to my knees to pray
For you, my thoughts go oft astray.
And though I know not what to say,
The rush I feel is still elating,
For you my thoughts go oft astray
In all the watching and the waiting.
Your CorrespondencePerhaps if you were distant from my heart—
A name, a face, a picture fixed in time—
I would not grant your words the precious part
They occupy within this mind of rhyme.
Like tendrils gently pushing through the ground,
Their tender kinks and their organic sprawl,
They would not stand beneath the wrath and sound
The critics of my art would scream and squall.
How strange that I am not the shelter but
The sheltered one; there's refuge in your word
And beating inspiration whole, uncut,
And made for me.
Perhaps your lines stand not to scrutiny,
But they are sweet and good to me indeed.
Sonnet LXVOp. 26, no. 5
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea
When cries of cruel injustice must be paid
And full avenged? When blood from veins set free
Leapt on the ground and stretched out where it laid,
And downward plunged the knife from day to day,
How could this ceaseless cycle end the wrath
That feeds on life for life to then repay
Society for every guilt and gaffe?
Beneath such barbarism we protest
And walk the streets until we leave the town,
Unknowingly to kill that we detest
And leave its corpse to later take it down.
This will not end by means political;
No hope but that which yearns for miracles.
Sonnet LXIVOp. 26, no. 4
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed,
The vastest edifices built by man,
Or see a mighty mind confused and dazed
That nothing fell according to its plan;
When in the courses of the seasons long
I see lethargic bones be loath to wake,
And feel their brittleness, though they were strong
And flexible before, once hard to break,
I know that human frailty lies in pride,
The chase for greatness running without end
Towards all our selfish pleasures deified.
Unwilling as we are to break or bend,
The pressure mounts against our outward posturing
And topples all this hubris we've been fostering.
Help My UnbeliefYour love stretched on despite my sin
And carried me beyond unlikely scenes
Where Spirit-spoken miracles begin,
Where shadows end. My faith now strongly leans
Towards twisting paths made straight from trust within.
You carried me beyond unlikely scenes
That broke my heart, when doubt met greater grief
Where shadows end my faith. Now strongly leans
My soul upon the word that brought relief,
Consoling me through supernatural means.
You broke my heart, when doubt met greater grief
Towards twisting paths made straight from trust. Within
My soul, upon the word you brought relief;
Your love stretched on despite my sin
And brought me to surrendered disbelief.
Stylin'When you detect this intellect then show some respect
Call collect I'm long distance when I fire all my pistons
I can list em one by one, meter rhyme and muses some
This ain't fun but fitness, beating down a sickness
Writer's block might get me down, but I lock down and sock it down
I rock the town, you haven't seen the meanest streak
I'm blasting greenhorns when they seek critique
No mystique, if your form is weak, then havoc wreaked
I'm a discerna and a learna walking my terra firma
And I can turn ya from a free verse to a rebirth
With a deep burst of inspiration, refreshing like hydration
Pure assimilation to a bounded text well rounded
Oh confound it! Though it's frowned at I still wound it
Crisp and clear and pounded, you should try em, anapests or iambs
When you line em up and they click in place, you're set in pace
To outer space. It might be cold but you join the higher fold.
Winter WoesWhen the aches and pains that winter brings
Refuse to leave without a groan
(whether joints or heart, I speak of both)
A wish for warmth from inside springs.
For it's not enough the frosty bite
Attacks us though we're hemmed inside
In a huddled heap, hoping for heat
And comfort in our lonely plight.
Though we press our noses on the pane
Of windows yearning for a light
And the hope of spring or summer days
To fully mitigate our pain,
There's a ruthless mercy to the way
We slowly come to love the sun
And its scorching beams, which thaw the freeze
That froze our love for youthful days.
Then perhaps I'll find your arms again,
Perhaps I'll stay and never part.
But the likeliest is that the spring
Will find me stranded in the rain.
AmbitionsThe thought of your soul makes my heart softly burn
With passion unspoken and mind set adrift
With all of the ways I would want you to yearn
For Christ and his great indescribable gift.
Through all these ambitions I hope to uplift
The radiant spirit in you I perceive,
To teach you to hold onto all you believe.
I fight for the honor I see in your hand,
To hold it and guide it and watch you achieve
The potential you have, let the kingdom expand.
I Want What You HaveLet Your eyes be my eyes
So I can see the good in everyone
So I can see things from a better perspective
So I can admire the hidden beauty in this world
Let Your ears be my ears
So I can listen to others' concerns
So I can hear what needs to be said
So I can understand
Let Your lips be my lips
So I can speak words of life and hope
So I only have kind things to say
So I can smile and laugh
Let Your mind be my mind
So that I don’t judge others
So that I don’t dwell on dark thoughts
So that I have optimism and faith
Let Your hands be my hands
So I can hold people in my arms
So I can help the broken
So I can give all I have
Let Your heart be my heart
So I can love others unconditionally
So I have a desire to heal the hurt
So I have a yearning to do what is right
Let Your love be my love
Let Your life be my life
Life is a BookLife is a book
Written by God
He is the author
And our life events are the plot
And we are the characters
The world around us the scene
Isn't it strange
How accurate it seems
All through the book
Not a character is just the same
We are all special
And God loves us all that way
And everything is precise
Just as it should be
And if we all knew God's mind
We wouldn't want him to change a thing
And each of our lives
Is a single book on the shelf
And they are all put together
In the one book of life itself
Where all our stories are told
And God wrote them all
Each and everyone
We are all in his thoughts
But like all good books
Our story must come to an end
We will all die
But when we do we'll be with him
Our father watching above
And I can't wait for the day
When my story ends
and I can look upon God's face
Because God is the author
Of my story I live
That's why I can't wait
I can't wait to be with him
Stand TogetherWhen we feel like mere grains of sand,
Unnoticed by all in the land,
We hold our heads up high and stand
Sometimes we’re hurt, confused or lost
And our whole world seems tempest tossed
But we still strive despite the cost
When darkness falls we light the fire
Within our hearts to banish ire
Of those that claim we can’t inspire
Although we may be on our own
We know that we are not alone
No matter what we have a home
All our combined efforts can make
A difference in the world, and take
A choice to join, and not to break,
So if life has landed a blow
On your esteem, then you should know
Our camaraderie will show
Poem - TricksterTrickster
Poem for Day 024 - 20150124
Seek them not
in one face or sex.
by a shifting guise.
Knowing of years,
young of action,
lessons come after
prankster has acted.
Respect only given
to innocent true heart.
All others will learn
at mirth's cutting edge.
Pull back the curtain,
with tricks and games,
as tyrants are shamed.
Jester of the court,
prance about for us,
tell us the things
we secretly want to hear.
With voice of gibe wit,
you speak truth taboo.
Take message to heart,
secrets only they can say.
Creator of life
with only mud at hand.
Evoke our world,
bring new life from old.
Speak for the gods,
walk as the sacred,
with guise of the knave,
intercede on our behalf.
© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
AiI have a dear, quiet friend.
I've met her when I was almost dead.
Trying to find myself I stepped through the dark
but she was there to grab my hand.
I remember the sound of her jingle bell
it rang in my head when I was going to fall
the louder the ringing was, the safer I felt
and from that moment it's all I can tell.
She is the one with the softest voice
reading my minds she had the right to choice
„I know who you are and for now you can't die.“
I don't know why was that, but I'm calling her Ai.
Worship HaikusThe Lord is in me
In Him I shall not falter
Grace will be revealed
The Lord my shepherd
I shall not be in wanting
For He is with me
Christ protect my heart
And guide me into your light
Naked before you
God, guard of my heart
Light in my darkness you are
The giver of grace
Heaven’s throne is high
By your loving side hope I
Will be in the end
Lord, my eyes to see
Are opened by your holiness
The king said to Daniel, “Surely your God is the God of gods [Elah Elahin] and the Lord of kings and a revealer of mysteries, for you were able to reveal this mystery.”