Worldly Beget Otherworldly

By [Poeticamber} {Productions} on December 21, 2016December 21, 2016

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manipulated earth, stone, pigments
manipulating pilgrim and tourist
plastered cure for eyes, hearts, souls
treasures consumed, treasure still
Man’s Faith in Grand Circumspect

photo and poem © by DC Lessoway

Stone Prophet

By [Poeticamber} {Productions} on April 11, 2016April 11, 2016

stony silence expressing a thousand words
sightless vision, statement of inscribed creeds
moral virtue, teaching the unwashed throngs
token martyr, likely or unlikely real

Photo and poem (c) by DC Lessoway

Waken to History

By [Poeticamber} {Productions} on January 23, 2016January 23, 2016

first light
bird-song quiet, on
stony boulevards
Roma

first full day
9,000 kilometers from
mundane, work-a-day
safety’s precinct

here, chock-a-block
chronicle upon saga
via emperor or tyrant
aside the holy see

silent, stony narrative
speaks beneath foot
behind glass, illuminating
brutality of faith

photo and poem (c) by DC Lessoway

Inclusion is my Moral Code

By [Poeticamber} {Productions} on March 24, 2013March 29, 2013

If you must
perpetuate narrow constraints of:
sexual preference
manner of dress
manner of worship
where and how to live
whole or partial limbed
whole or partial mental abilities

if you must
begin a sentence with:
“I’m not a racist but…”

if you must
use the third person plural
“they” when speaking
of a singular act or person

if you must
believe bad people
are the majority
rather than this clear truth
they are a tiny percentage

If you must
teach your children
to fear
to hate
to judge
to reject

if you must

then

please find another friend
please go your own way
as I will mine

because while

my path, not perfect
is rough, filled with potholes
such as life will be

without such hate
without such exclusion
such constraints

my life
is freer
is engaging, alive
with more smiles
more compassion
more love
more life!

Unvarnished Spirituality

By [Poeticamber} {Productions} on January 27, 2013January 27, 2013

expounded by words
is not where the spirit has voice
ensconced in an edifice
is not where the spirit dwells
enmeshed in a group or organization
is not where the spirit finds leadership
exhibited by ritual
is not where the spirit parades

exclusive to the individual
is where the spirit arises
enfolded in the heart
is where the spirit abides
engaging faithful humility
is where the spirit thrives
encouraging compassionate action
is where the spirit takes flight

Shed

By [Poeticamber} {Productions} on December 15, 2012December 15, 2012

in tears because
the innocent have to die
in this country, theirs, and others

in tears because
many put gifts above
their own happiness
their own needs

in tears because
politicians, like children
bicker, squabble, then smiling
stand on the wreckage
of a once beautiful country

In tears because
Aboriginal peoples struggle, still
yet their pride rises, rises
as they stand, together
to oppose the rehashed onslaught

and then, in tears because
the season brings
kind, soft truths of hope, goodwill
closeness of family, friends, good people

in tears because
beside my arm, my heart
my kind wife beams
lays her head on my shoulder
as we plan our day, week, our life

in tears because
I look into my heart
find there upstanding, the egregious, the middling
and stumble upon love, forgiveness, joy
happy in the light and dark both

Be Kind

By [Poeticamber} {Productions} on July 25, 2012July 25, 2012 2 Comments

bewitching a heart in
making kindness plain
splintering frowns with
forged endearment, lending
authentic faith in
humanity

manipulated earth, stone, pigments manipulating pilgrim and tourist plastered cure for eyes, hearts, souls treasures consumed, treasure still Man’s Faith in Grand Circumspect

stony silence expressing a thousand words sightless vision, statement of inscribed creeds moral virtue, teaching the unwashed throngs token martyr, likely or unlikely real

first light bird-song quiet, on stony boulevards Roma

first full day 9,000 kilometers from mundane, work-a-day safety’s precinct

here, chock-a-block chronicle upon saga via emperor or tyrant aside the holy see

silent, stony narrative speaks beneath foot behind glass, illuminating brutality of faith

If you must perpetuate narrow constraints of: sexual preference manner of dress manner of worship where and how to live whole or partial limbed whole or partial mental abilities

if you must begin a sentence with: “I’m not a racist but…”

if you must use the third person plural “they” when speaking of a singular act or person

if you must believe bad people are the majority rather than this clear truth they are a tiny percentage

If you must teach your children to fear to hate to judge to reject

if you must

then

please find another friend please go your own way as I will mine

because while

my path, not perfect is rough, filled with potholes such as life will be

without such hate without such exclusion such constraints

my life is freer is engaging, alive with more smiles more compassion more love more life!

expounded by words is not where the spirit has voice ensconced in an edifice is not where the spirit dwells enmeshed in a group or organization is not where the spirit finds leadership exhibited by ritual is not where the spirit parades

exclusive to the individual is where the spirit arises enfolded in the heart is where the spirit abides engaging faithful humility is where the spirit thrives encouraging compassionate action is where the spirit takes flight

in tears because the innocent have to die in this country, theirs, and others

in tears because many put gifts above their own happiness their own needs

in tears because politicians, like children bicker, squabble, then smiling stand on the wreckage of a once beautiful country

In tears because Aboriginal peoples struggle, still yet their pride rises, rises as they stand, together to oppose the rehashed onslaught

and then, in tears because the season brings kind, soft truths of hope, goodwill closeness of family, friends, good people

in tears because beside my arm, my heart my kind wife beams lays her head on my shoulder as we plan our day, week, our life

in tears because I look into my heart find there upstanding, the egregious, the middling and stumble upon love, forgiveness, joy happy in the light and dark both