Submissions by lotuscountry (SelahV)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
31st Dec 2022 6:48pm
31st Dec 2022 6:48pm
Sand Hard Pressed and My Why
Upon the sand
no longer soft distraction playfully unstabled by imagination
but now
hard pressed into rock is where I stand, dry and unrushed land
beneath my feet.
Older.
I am.
I look around,
viewing the whole terrain.
I need to squint now
more than a bit.
Carefully I look to see
but take no step
just yet.
Carrying less minutia today than yesterday, is still
too much weight
on my back
to celebrate the now like I could would I drop it all how I should... ...
no longer soft distraction playfully unstabled by imagination
but now
hard pressed into rock is where I stand, dry and unrushed land
beneath my feet.
Older.
I am.
I look around,
viewing the whole terrain.
I need to squint now
more than a bit.
Carefully I look to see
but take no step
just yet.
Carrying less minutia today than yesterday, is still
too much weight
on my back
to celebrate the now like I could would I drop it all how I should... ...
#TruthOfLife
146 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2016 5:32am
2nd Apr 2016 5:32am
Marked
The marks
are on my mind again.
Marks yet unmade-
and those of the past.
Words and drawings and people and places.
Events I can't take back...
Once upon a time it was all so real to me
These marks, and I am full of wonder right now. Were they? Were they real?
If so, then wouldn't they still be?
Are they?
are on my mind again.
Marks yet unmade-
and those of the past.
Words and drawings and people and places.
Events I can't take back...
Once upon a time it was all so real to me
These marks, and I am full of wonder right now. Were they? Were they real?
If so, then wouldn't they still be?
Are they?
536 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2016 5:30am
2nd Apr 2016 5:30am
The haphazard dashes
The haphazard dashes that keep constantly
Breaking up my cadence
Are jarring and frustrating.
But nessessary
to get working
those important connecting muscles,
the deeply hidden ones
otherwise left neglected.
I'm following the light of truth.
Illumined by the freedom I am granted.
Despite my obvious lack of peace.
Breaking up my cadence
Are jarring and frustrating.
But nessessary
to get working
those important connecting muscles,
the deeply hidden ones
otherwise left neglected.
I'm following the light of truth.
Illumined by the freedom I am granted.
Despite my obvious lack of peace.
466 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2015 5:06am
23rd Jan 2015 5:06am
wondering
Musta been
The musta been
Piercing me into some sort of
Oceanic current of disloyal sentiment.
I like a wave being moved but
Ultimately
Always
unheld.
Unknown...
Me and poetry alone
A dangerous temptuous throne
I've been hiding from, avoiding for quite some time.
No man can serve 2 masters.
Loaded words no one can deny.
Yet the old blurry is returning
And I'm teetering on the edge of stumbling
Not a thing in this world can seduce me like you can.
...
The musta been
Piercing me into some sort of
Oceanic current of disloyal sentiment.
I like a wave being moved but
Ultimately
Always
unheld.
Unknown...
Me and poetry alone
A dangerous temptuous throne
I've been hiding from, avoiding for quite some time.
No man can serve 2 masters.
Loaded words no one can deny.
Yet the old blurry is returning
And I'm teetering on the edge of stumbling
Not a thing in this world can seduce me like you can.
...
682 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2014 10:50pm
2nd Oct 2014 10:50pm
Field of Wild Flowers
beautiful field of wild flowers with no breeze
in the still of the night
she sleeps.
i am pierced
by how precious she is to me.
my whole heart
gripped
all at once.
taken eternally away
to the place
where every moment
finds me.
she is softer
and sweeter
than any dream
could ever be.
This love
i have been awaiting with a frantic overwhelming desperation
This love-
waiting for her
my entire life.
in the still of the night
she sleeps.
i am pierced
by how precious she is to me.
my whole heart
gripped
all at once.
taken eternally away
to the place
where every moment
finds me.
she is softer
and sweeter
than any dream
could ever be.
This love
i have been awaiting with a frantic overwhelming desperation
This love-
waiting for her
my entire life.
729 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Jul 2014 9:04am
25th Jul 2014 9:04am
When Time Dead Stops
every cell
is so tired
from straining to sit still
restless like i'm on the run
in this messed up world.
i wish i could forgive myself
as he does
and i wish i could love myself
as he does
and as each stubborn grain of stone
gets chipped away from who i used to be
i stand more sorely exposed raw with insufficiency
wish i could remember
who I am
as he does.
is so tired
from straining to sit still
restless like i'm on the run
in this messed up world.
i wish i could forgive myself
as he does
and i wish i could love myself
as he does
and as each stubborn grain of stone
gets chipped away from who i used to be
i stand more sorely exposed raw with insufficiency
wish i could remember
who I am
as he does.
541 reads
0 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Jul 2014 10:57pm
9th Jul 2014 10:57pm
He and I
The southwest calls me
still
piercing striving
quietude, high with
altitude, the cacti mountains
flowers
light
and the dry desert air.
father dying grief once shared family broken now here
left behind children no longer,
a revised version, facing the desolation, piecing together
pacing in the baggage like a caged animal sometimes.
replacing all of that with a whole new sometimes.
the dead weight bereates me mostly
catches me so easy.
im ready to be less.
to disappear into the greatness ...
still
piercing striving
quietude, high with
altitude, the cacti mountains
flowers
light
and the dry desert air.
father dying grief once shared family broken now here
left behind children no longer,
a revised version, facing the desolation, piecing together
pacing in the baggage like a caged animal sometimes.
replacing all of that with a whole new sometimes.
the dead weight bereates me mostly
catches me so easy.
im ready to be less.
to disappear into the greatness ...
632 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Jul 2014 10:52pm
9th Jul 2014 10:52pm
Poem of the Birthing Woman
I am opening for you, precious one.
Where heaven meets earth-
the most intimate, sacred chambers
of my body and soul-
there you have been planted
woven together and grown.
This infinitely secret garden of hope in me...
I am opening for you.
To the mysterious ways of The Lord I surrender.
Every hidden and known I've held as my own I relinquish.
I diminish myself to only a bare vessel
for the Almighty Power of God
magnificent and unstoppable.
For you precious one,
who's life is every beautiful promise of Love,
a...
Where heaven meets earth-
the most intimate, sacred chambers
of my body and soul-
there you have been planted
woven together and grown.
This infinitely secret garden of hope in me...
I am opening for you.
To the mysterious ways of The Lord I surrender.
Every hidden and known I've held as my own I relinquish.
I diminish myself to only a bare vessel
for the Almighty Power of God
magnificent and unstoppable.
For you precious one,
who's life is every beautiful promise of Love,
a...
628 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Jul 2014 5:36am
4th Jul 2014 5:36am
Baseline
Oh,
Now I recall-
There is a place
where I can be candid
despite it all.
All of the, dare I be so honest
Dirty laundry- endless heaps of unfinished
Business
Of every kind
Tying up my time.
Unwinding like a spool of thread
filled with knots
of helplessly ever after
when
Ever
I get the chance.
Happiness is the prize of endurance and
sprinting the undeserved ignorance is bliss of youth
I used to be so good at it- or rather so good at getting injured and not changing.
Now I'm sweating the...
Now I recall-
There is a place
where I can be candid
despite it all.
All of the, dare I be so honest
Dirty laundry- endless heaps of unfinished
Business
Of every kind
Tying up my time.
Unwinding like a spool of thread
filled with knots
of helplessly ever after
when
Ever
I get the chance.
Happiness is the prize of endurance and
sprinting the undeserved ignorance is bliss of youth
I used to be so good at it- or rather so good at getting injured and not changing.
Now I'm sweating the...
671 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Oct 2013 2:34am
30th Oct 2013 2:34am
the cave drawings
The cave drawings,
I still remember-
and the ancient scripts found,
quickly re-sketched to match OUR forms,
quickly rewrote with the black and white markings
of OUR night while bathing in the holy amniotic fluid
of creativity, dreams and
romantic ideas.
My youth, let it be owned and tenderly held always
in that light.
Other memories exist in the akashic record of my past.
Violence and losses of every kind,
realities that have shattered and confessed me both before
the Lord. ...
I still remember-
and the ancient scripts found,
quickly re-sketched to match OUR forms,
quickly rewrote with the black and white markings
of OUR night while bathing in the holy amniotic fluid
of creativity, dreams and
romantic ideas.
My youth, let it be owned and tenderly held always
in that light.
Other memories exist in the akashic record of my past.
Violence and losses of every kind,
realities that have shattered and confessed me both before
the Lord. ...
758 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Apr 2013 7:50pm
1st Apr 2013 7:50pm
secrets
It was sudden really,
the mood coming over me,
as it ought to be.
Listenin' to Bob Dylan, and sippin' tequila on the rocks while I cooked
late night
a gourmet meal for us and a friend.
Though only a few feet away
distance and quietness and carefulness,
pain and loss of innocence between us.
Perhaps the true crossing of the threshold
from bride and groom
to husband and wife.
Bonded by the music that has been there with us and for us
through all the ages of our lives.
Mutually known and...
the mood coming over me,
as it ought to be.
Listenin' to Bob Dylan, and sippin' tequila on the rocks while I cooked
late night
a gourmet meal for us and a friend.
Though only a few feet away
distance and quietness and carefulness,
pain and loss of innocence between us.
Perhaps the true crossing of the threshold
from bride and groom
to husband and wife.
Bonded by the music that has been there with us and for us
through all the ages of our lives.
Mutually known and...
838 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Feb 2013 7:29pm
8th Feb 2013 7:29pm
dwelling
the dawning weight of free will lays heavy on me always.
often I slip through the cracks of my intentions,
finding myself entangled by
the stagnating emotions,
and the happenings or not
that tick time on throughout the day.
while inside my heart lit by the eternal is a majestic fortress
entered into through the secret crevasse
of moments that are willing
truth believing into me a private viewing
boundless grace boldly ever-expanding
opening up to the miraculous glowing lovescape of faith that's living ...
often I slip through the cracks of my intentions,
finding myself entangled by
the stagnating emotions,
and the happenings or not
that tick time on throughout the day.
while inside my heart lit by the eternal is a majestic fortress
entered into through the secret crevasse
of moments that are willing
truth believing into me a private viewing
boundless grace boldly ever-expanding
opening up to the miraculous glowing lovescape of faith that's living ...
806 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by lotuscountry (SelahV)
