Blowing through soft winds I breathe
Desire for freedom in the air,
Passionate whispers of the needs
For acceptance, for hope and care.
How to this dream can we succumb,
Within a world too full of hate,
Where greed and power overcome
And fears and prejudice berate?
But tight to my faith I do hold.
Whispers will grow to voices bold.
The winds will grow to one strong gale.
Freedom and peace can now prevail.
Karen Lynne Nivens
Infinite Universe….
Demands of the day have halted to a hush,
all is quiet now, the hour is late.
Time to think, to clear out the mind,
a chance to make sense of all on the plate.
Take a walk outside, feel the sand at my feet,
glowing moon is overhead hiding in clouds.
Ocean water lapping a slow and steady rhythm,
while the sand glistens draped in veils and shrouds.
Gentle breeze kisses my face with such flair,
suble scent of salt is noticed with each inhale.
Take a deep breath and welcome mother nature in,
deeply into your soul where life never grows stale.
A peaceful time being one with nature,
darkness surrounds, a slight chill in the air.
The vastness of the ocean keeps calling me closer,
I am drawn, so drawn to understand her flair.
A creation of God built with two loving hands,
always different, yet the same everywhere.
As I recline back resting on the heated sand,
vastness of the infinite universe appears to share.
Illuminating moon like a lighthouse in the sky,
becomes the guiding light for all life of old.
Lying there in awe of the beauty knowing,
with each twinkling new star a story is told.
What exactly do we have, what is there left,
when all being done is distroy and plunder.
It has been said we learn from past mistakes,
however, without God what have we, I wonder.
Written by:
Karen Palumbo
10/5/2007 (c)
From: “Inside Out, Upside Down and Backwards!”
I am the awareness behind the
Lovely painting in the maple frame.
I look out at the insanity
You call “living” from my perfectly
Blended world waiting for you to look
At me – really look, so you may see.
Yet, you all clatter along lost in
Your grave depravity failing to
Notice that I offer a glimpse of
Beauty within your growing madness.
I’m a prospect of something better
In my oil and linseed landscape –
A reflection of what once flourished
Before your torrid rape; before the
Inanimate and neon took shape
Over the living and breathing truth;
Before lunatic void grew agape
Swallowing up sleep-walking seekers.
Yet, you think me nothing but canvas
Trapped in maple (if you ever think
Of me at all) blind to fact you have
Yourselves confined in an asylum
Where walls are constructed of progress
Refined with windows and doors sealed shut
From the inside out, caulked with image,
Pretension and misguided desire.
© 2008
Shrouded in paranormal mist
Are strange, mysterious vortices –
Portals to branch universes
Where rapt interdimensional
Denizens raise chills on napes of
Dreamers’ pale, unsuspecting necks;
Where breathless awareness bristles
In silent, prayerful pleas offered
Of devoured skepticism;
Where moonless, dark shadows obscure
Peripherally-detected,
Indistinct, yet certain movement;
Where eerie, indiscernible
Conversations of by-gone times
Float away on waves of chilled air;
Where dog’s nervous growls fall upon
Invisible energy of
Ghostly, sinister intention:
To feed on visceral fears of
Those awakened in blinding black
By sounds of descending footsteps.
© 2008
No poem immured within
Author’s intentions can thrive.
Release inclined resistance;
Yield to individual
Interpretation; cut loose
Tightly-bound preconceptions
To liberate and expand
Scope beyond expectation.
Embrace all transformation
Born of vastly diverse views
To bring a composition
To life within its own world
Where it can morph according
To whims found in ambiance
Of one perceiver’s exhale
And yet another’s inhale.
In its freedom, a poem
Truly discovers itself.
Infinite perspectives and
Unrestrained exploration
Create ever-dynamic,
Joyful poetic-being.
© 2008
Resolving to avoid every
Fine-spun nuance of human
Pretense; I spoke with the winds
Today and asked if the miracle I
Had discovered IN YOU – such torrid
Brush strokes dividing the light and the
Dreary – might remain the hot ember
Now burning brightly IN ME
Extending its
Warmth and light as
Aliment and inspiration;
Wisdom encouraged me to
Avoid the vast discolorations of
Thoughtless indiscretion and
Hinted that I embrace you
Without CRUSHING
The delicate flower
Guarding your heart from
Marauders and the crisp
Edges of chasms and the
Tainted breath of firedrakes
And the twisted hands of wanton
Potters desirous of enslaving
The assailable parts of
You while devouring
Your essence as
Pit-roasted
Meat …
Save the rage of
Moment’s fierceness;
I pleaded earnestly for
The chance to know YOU
Without stumbling through
YOUR white sands and leaving
Marks that might remain
As scars …
And from the distance,
Sifting past the grayness’s
And ochre’s of evenfall, I felt
Waves of subdued reverberations
Washing over me – sage echoes
Whispering e’er and evermore …
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
As I was thinking what a beautiful night
I felt a touch of the Lord upon my soul
And from my body my spirit did flow
My spirit rose to the right and 15 feet into the air
I felt the Lord’s touch and knew the Holy Spirit was there
For ten minutes my soul floated in pleasurable bliss
You do not need to believe this, I will not insist!
But as I hovered in the air near the Cross of the Lord
I wondered why it was I who deserved such a reward
I could see, smell, feel the breeze and hear every sound
I could see my mortal body lying below on the ground
I could see the grass below swaying in the breeze
I could hear the leaves rattling in the trees
I could see and hear the cars whiz by on nearby I-95
With my body and soul divided I was still much alive!
Then I heard a car start up a ways down the block
My essence started falling toward my body like a rock
As the driver drove toward me shifting the cars gears
The falling sensation I felt brought on some real fears!
I shouldn’t have worried because the Holy Spirit was there
He caught my spirit and placed it in my body with care
As I sat up the driver saw me, waved and honked his horn
With my body and soul back together I Was Reborn!
This is a synopsis of an experience I had under a 15 foot high lighted hard plastic cross in a Church yard in Boynton Beach, FL in August of 1984.