05/2/13

The Mad Ones

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.       - Jack Kerouac

 

 

The Mad Ones
use diction with conviction
value brevity and grace
create wonder from nothing
stand tall in the face
of fear

I hold them dear

{I AM}

 

03/5/13

Cure

Cure!
We plead! Hear!
Hear our prayer!
Father, Dear!

“God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers,
And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face,
A gauntlet with a gift in it.”
~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Cure!

Cure
Conveys this vessel
Consumptive
To the precipice
To the edge

Commanding a view
Of the valley below
Where the shadow
O’ercasts ledge to ledge

It is here that cells die
Or, perhaps multiply,
Where the will plunges down
Or soars high

It is here
That the cure
Will adhere or demure
Despite when compared
More severe
To be sure
To the illness employed to deny
Existence

It is here
We learn
That our answer to prayer
Was a gauntlet with a gift.
Endure.

*Written for Verse First ~ The Cure at Poets United.

10/26/12

Creeds

There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
~Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Never
Has the good-of-all
Been achieved by claims of omniscience
Now and ever
Nations will fall
When boasting overall preeminence
Whether
You agree or pall
Recognize more in common than difference
Consider
Acceptance of all
Not deferring, but open, with reverence
Ponder
Armageddon to forestall
Love, honor, accept, no pretense

Leave dogma behind

10/21/12

Minding My Own Business

Section, Mixed Media Painting in Progress by Kim Nelson

The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
~John Milton, Paradise Lost

Wandering the halls
of my mind
I note decor
based on assumption
And knick-knicks
made of knocks and slams

I’d best carry all that
to the curb
Unclutter
Clean house
Open up the paths of possibility

Also there
nestled in the wrinkles of mine
stand walls
erected by hurt feelings
or communications, failed
mistakes left unforgiven
judgments, harsh

Gotta knock ‘em down
Let in the light
Fresh air

Time to remodel
hang self-portraits
make it mine
make it shine

The mind
is like big business
It’s a powerful thing
I’m gonna mind my own

10/9/12

Certain Acumen

“Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.” 

~Matthew 5:5 

Journey Out
Mixed Media Encaustic
by Kim Nelson

 

Journey out
You are stronger than you know
Go forth
The debasers to show

You can break free

Forge ahead
You are ready for the day
Move on
Fear not what they may say

From shackles flee

Travel far
Perspicacity possess
Open up
Diverse people, places bless

‘Tis destiny

*Prompted by Joseph Hesch at dVerse Poets Pub