Poem - Let's Dance AgainLet's Dance AgainPoem - Let's Dance Again1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
If dancing were dating
I'd go steady with you.
If this encounter was spousal
my life would be all yours.
The magic has happened,
a soul mate was found.
I speak not of romance,
instead two dancers combined.
The moments flew by,
our moves were divine.
Too short was our time,
too sweet the connect.
We danced as one being,
no sign of discord
where two souls transferred
through the pathway of touch.
Parting is sweet sorrow
with partner thus found
reflecting same moves
with grace that abounds.
I'm supposed to move on,
find another to dance.
I'll honor this practice,
with regret I'll will pass.
I'm left here in awe
at the moment that's gone.
The brilliance was blinding,
the company divine.
Dancing is not dating,
though I've seen your grace.
Dating is different,
so let's dance again.
We'll not part ways
at the end of a song
when nature insisted
that we dance on.
The connection we have
effortless in form
is worthy of repeat
on the dance floor.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Righ
Poem - Messed UpMessed UpPoem - Messed Up1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
When passions stretch beyond the norm,
convention shorned for moment's sake.
Pleasure becomes the only choice
when dark desires shelter close.
Perversion is too strong a word,
though too close in retrospect.
Dare not state this to a world
that may feel the same, admitting not.
Devils urge while angels blush,
and still the outcome is rehearsed.
Acted out with pure pleasure bliss,
hidden well from public view.
Same felt souls will admit
in secret congress of fellow men
that life concealed is for the best
when others judge with no reference.
Besides the joy grasped on the edge,
there is another reason here
to look directly into the sun
of life's bright lusts of inner self.
To know yourself is the charge,
warts and all, desires bizarre.
Self-forgiveness is the start
to knowing others are messed up.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160209.
SubmissionWith gathering wonder,Submission1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
I'm wrapped in Your love
And peace washes over my soul;
A longing much deeper
Is filling my heart's every hole.
A longing to know You,
And strive ever further
To learn, and to trust, and to rest,
To lay down my cares,
My future, my prayers
And know You have plans for my best.
Your glory, my Father
Oh, who can describe it?
Your Name is the holiest Name!
That You wish to keep
This small, straying sheep -
A begger, so filthy and lame
And not only keeping,
But pouring Your promise
Of loving and making me new,
Of dying and living
And freely forgiving;
I fall on my knees before You!
My life, gracious Lord,
I commit to Your will,
My times are now placed in Your hand;
Your will to be done
By the might of Your Son,
Direct all my steps in Your plan.
Storm CalmerDriven by the sea, tossed by the wind;Storm Calmer1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Unable to escape the waves of sin.
My skies are black with anger and strife;
Fear and Anxiety are out to take my life.
The sails are thrown up; my anchor is gone.
I’m out of control; I can’t hang on!
Lord, why do You sleep?! I’m about to die!
How is it that You seemingly ignore my cry?
Oh, Lord, why did You bring me out here?
Where are You? I can’t tell if You’re near!
I can barely keep my head up; I’m struggling to breathe!
Unable to stay afloat, all I can say is, “Lord, save me!”
Lord, only You can quiet my soul.
For when I try it myself, the sea billows roll.
Reach out to me, and take me by the hand,
And bring me back safely unto Your dry land.
I’m tired of fighting, so I surrender to Your will
You grasp my right hand, and say, “Peace, be still!”
The raging waves relax; the winds begin to cease;
The thunder and lightning stop, and there is peace.
Safely beside You, You bring me b
You're ForgivenWhy are you crying when you've been forgiven?You're Forgiven1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Why do you still act as though you're condemned?
Don't you realize that I removed your sins?
You look at yourself with pity
Your heart fills with enmity
And forget about the promises on eternity
Just come to Me with humility
Keep your eyes on Me
You are no longer guilty
Your sins are cast into the sea
Choose to be happy
Your broken heart I will mend
Though the ice appears to be thin
I'll help you win
Why?Why?Why?1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Why were You there?
Why were You on the ground in Gethsemane?
Why did Your brow sweat blood while praying in agony?
Why didn't You flee?
With Your divine power, why didn't You escape the mob?
Why did You let the traitor do his job?
Why did You let them strike You 'till Your face throbbed?
Why did You allow them to mock You and spit in Your face?
Why did You permit them to drag You from place to place?
Why did You allow them to make you a disgrace?
Why did You let them put on a crown of thorns?
Why would You let them scourge You until Your flesh was torn?
Why did You look at at them with love and not scorn?
Why did You permit them drive nails into Your feet and hands?
Why were You as silent as a sacrificial lamb?
Why did You let them treat You as a sham?
Why did You hang on that cross?
Why did You become sin for the lost?
Why did You go through it, knowing how much it would cost?
Why would You allow Yourself to be separated from the Father above?
Why did Your side pour out w
Enhanced HuesElevator bars with rising roles.Enhanced Hues2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Perspective towers whoosh across with a ding.
The smoothest floor can't chart the mold
That underground thinking promotes below.
Stationed window, at attention.
Breezy white masks for steel.
As he studies the costumes, a retention
Of altitude attitude in ascension.
Why the HellAnd why the hell unleashed through tiny gatesWhy the Hell2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
When heaven is the destined end of us?
Come, answer this: what justice comes too late
To rescue sufferers? Why treat me thus?
Alas, for though you doled out life from trees,
We took bad fruit and unlocked doors to hell
and death and barren wombs and lost the keys.
I am no less than all the rest who fell.
Perhaps I suffer more for all the joy
I've glimpsed through tiny gates whence heaven bleeds.
For all the thief comes nigh yet to destroy
I know the restoration yet precedes.
The door yawns wide beyond the narrow paths,
But why this hell that cuts me off in wrath?
The Room With The UniverseWhen I was a child you spoke of a roomThe Room With The Universe3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Where the universe sat on a throne
And the stars and the planets and asteroid bands
Were etched into windows and stone
And the floor was composed of the gods we had known
In eons that long since had passed
Where you wrapped me in starstuff adorned with a cloud
And said love would be there if I asked
So I scattered the seeds that you'd left in my hand
But they sprung up as iron bars
And no one can see these children who bleed
Through the God who created their scars
We collected the blood in the buckets that once
Had washed our babies clean
And we danced what was left of the children we loved
To the place where you murdered our Queen
And we watered the ground with the people that you
Sacrificed for a barren dream
And you watched mothers cry from your chair in the sky
While your ivory tower gleamed
When I was a child you spoke of a room
Where the universe sat on a throne
But nobody said it was built on the dead
Or carved out of human bone
To Be With You: IIThis heart that yearned for years to reach and touchTo Be With You: II3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
A soul whom it could intimately know
Was restless, and its eyes became its crutch.
These lonely times, it claimed, moved much too slow;
The hope that once burned brightly with each beat
Now felt too distant and invisible,
And so it sought to kindle its own heat
With scraps too finite, sinful, pitiful.
But in this barren wasteland rolled a storm
That rained down healing on the drought-cracked place.
There came a gust both comforting and warm;
I felt its hand caress my tear-stained face.
And I beheld with eyes a little dryer
That face for whom is all my deep desire.
GottGott ist der TodGott4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Gott ist der Krieg
Gott ist die Schlacht
Gott ist die Dunkelheit
Gott ist der Teufel
Gott ist die Hölle
Gott ist meine Hölle
Crust of The ChillIsolation earsCrust of The Chill4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Are the insulation to icy fears.
Though there was unity in its hinting.
Paranoia in grazes, was never the one to bleed.
Mortified in gazing at a thermometer’s relief
If I was. We adjust. However right or unjust,
Sometimes the bills dictate we shut
It off... click. A little crackle. Noise fills
As warmth tastes the crust of the chill.
And it is a big earth. A very large one.
February 6th 2016 (Paean)Listen to the howling of the windFebruary 6th 2016 (Paean)5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Battering at midnights closed door
Clawing its way through our hearts
To sink down in our minds
And freezing our hearts
Lift your voice up
Call out to
Poem - Verdicts of PrejudiceVerdicts of PrejudicePoem - Verdicts of Prejudice5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
It doesn't matter how I dance,
my experience or lack of it
when I strive to be the best
for myself and my sole partner.
It doesn’t matter who bed,
who I wed for goodness sake.
The race or sex or creed of these
matters only to me and mine.
It doesn’t matter what I believe
regarding the highest one.
My holy bond to the divine
is for my soul to evolve.
It doesn't matter how I live,
in the end we all perish.
To embrace this life is the challenge
met by mortals on earth's surface.
I will not seek cold evil
while I pursue my private course.
To be myself is not license
to run roughshod over a world.
I hold onto the golden rule,
treating others as I would like.
I treat others better than myself
to show caution for their regard.
This is not to say I will deter
from my life when all is well.
An attitude of disapprove
will be sole property of the rude.
The freedoms that I indulge
are meant to be had by all.
I'll disagree with what you do
while fighting for your r
LBM REQUEST: Ten yearsTen YEARS of serviceLBM REQUEST: Ten years5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Ten years of experience
Ten years of skillfulness
Ten years of thoughtfulness
Ten years of honestly
Ten years of dedication
Ten years of motivation
Ten years of inspiration
Ten years of hard studying
Ten years of hard work.
Ten years of understanding
Ten years of whopping the devil butt.
Ten years of love
Ten years of holy lives
Ten years of hellos
Ten years of good byes
Ten years of prayers
Ten years of praise
Ten years of preaching the gospel.
Ten years of LIVING BREAD.
Ten years of service
Ten years of leading the way.
Ten years of First Lady Gwendolyn
And Pastor Holloway
NatureMy God is the Nature, my priest is a tree,Nature1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
the birds are monks protecting me.
They're singing loudly and flying high,
I know they won't leave me until I die.
I'm here to grow and to support the others,
to slap and awake them when their world shatters.
Unbreakable spirit is there a powerful gun,
so let's enjoy the life and have some fun.
All the precious days we're spending here,
we have to use them to balance the fear.
This is my move because I don't wanna stay.
Respect all life or it'll be taken away.
In Tribute To TrivialityA greater feat than this fear of the unconscious colorIn Tribute To Triviality1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Is my moment of terror when white makes the mind become a hugger,
Latching onto credits
When there was no film or episode.
Excited rainbows land somewhere to calm down
With shades of confusion next to the ground.
I've been beside during the show,
And across a diverse environment with its health in doubt
There's one strand of fact I've felt very confident about.
The stage is bare.
-YEAR OF ASCENSION]
Shiny waxed floors led to walls.
That is all.
Poem - Hours Turn to DaysHours Turn to DaysPoem - Hours Turn to Days1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
There are days when I wonder
if dance will find my steps.
An absent felt within my bones
too long without a romp.
Hours turn to days,
Days spin to the weeks,
weeks blend to the months,
and these repeat again.
The dust settles thick
when there is no play.
No sport or jest when merriment
becomes dim memory.
The ghosts are all I have
from the times of joy.
Reminders of the laughs
lost to Father Time.
I'll dance once again
when the stars align.
Until that day, in future's grasp,
the absence will linger on.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160204.
Poem - Dancer's JourneyDancer’s JourneyPoem - Dancer's Journey1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Part I – Dancer’s Challenge
Indulge me while I share a tale
of doubt's firm grip on the heart.
Too often these are shared by those
who seek the dance to sooth their soul.
The social scene is inhabited
by those with skill and those without.
Comparison is natural
when differences are seen by all.
Some are near deities,
years of practice make for ease.
Others are fresh to this,
struggling to make some sense.
First I will reveal the ill,
the ego crushed by dis-ease.
This is not a pretty sight,
but it is one too often shared.
Then I will take a turn
away from the dancer's shame.
Too precious are these social steps
to learning how we all may dance.
Part II – Dancer’s Separation
They are too pretty,
too handsome to approach.
Only the best dance with them
when with mortals they do mix.
The dance deities fill the floor,
moving partners to their side.
Converts to magnificence,
I dare not ask the same to dance.
You'll see I'm inferior
to those with b
Sonnenwesenheit.Sonnenwesenheit1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
oder die Seinsstille
für das uniforme Viele
vermag sich ein Tod schlimmer
als durch das Leiden
nur die Wesensstille
bringt uns wahres Scheitern!
zuwider ist die befohlene Liebe -
zu Willen dem leibhaftigen Leiden
mit seinem Vater vermählt
ist beileibe kein Privileg -
erst wenn die Sonne stirbt
befreit sich das Licht!
© j.w.waldeck 2015
Alle Rechte sind dem Autor vorbehalten!
The Box To UnpackCamper heartbeat, that retreatThe Box To Unpack1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
That settles in this wilderness, complete
And as high as the grass' conceit
As dense as their strands. Deceit
As fresh as green is a monstrosity.
Believe the dirt brown they plead consciously
And awake as a tainted original... "flawlessly".
Air quotes, little rabbits
Bounce around like my eyes' habit.
I see swirls in what my vision strokes,
Born by design but combing a style that isn't broke.
The results are the perfect ones, screaming at me
As I fall apart
What have I severed?
What I will never
But what I should
While nature has the lever.
only the bravewalk to the edgeonly the brave1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
afraid to look down
weight of the world
it will take more
for this heart to fly
than untested wings
and clear summer sky
we find best in the midst of worst
it once was said
only the brave dare go
where angels tread
trezeste, din tot in toate!.trezeste, din tot in toate!1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
trezește, din tot în toate!
ochi de om de-aș avea
te-aș omeni, frumoaso!
limbă de înger de stea
grai de dumnezeu ateu
rai de zmeu, făloaso!
din scântei sunt sânge nemurit
din supernove gând necucerit
din primul ciclu subconștient
din ultimul viciu omnipotent
iluminat fără palate împodobite
etern, ieșit din orbite
cuvânt am, oriunde se deviază
pământ am, oriunde se re-crează
gând am, oriunde se tânjește
rând am, oriunde se iubește
avânt – oriunde se strivește
sub nume repetat, orbește
© j.w.waldeck 2016
Please do not USE anything
of my work!
To Be With You: IWhen beauty fills my eyes and sets afireTo Be With You: I1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
My world with brilliance I never knew,
I need not ask, I've no need to inquire
Whose hand it was that moved out tried and true.
Though once you counseled me within my mind
And guided me through promises unseen,
Yet now you are the sight for which I pined
In days that cycled green to gold to green.
And now that I have seen I must confess
That though I recognize your radiant form,
There's so much more that I could never guess
Had I not seen, reached out, and felt your warmth.
And so I learn the gift we share is such:
This heart that yearned for years to reach and touch.