I Surrender

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And so it was
My trust not easily won
I came to trust
A few online
Only to be betrayed
by cloaks in the dark
Stabbing me
Deceiving me
Mocking me
Bleeding me
For my life
For my ink
I laid down my pen
I turned the other cheek
Only to be painted
as something other than myself
Tried by false tongues

Telling me I was not Christian

Burning words
Within circles
My accusers put up an eminence front
To protect their throne
They gathered forces
Whispering in ears
Building a fortress
They won trust
Only to abuse it
To use it
Trapping soldiers
into dungeons of war
Each word I wrote twisted
They tatooed me scarlet
Blasting me in the furnace of social media
Shadowing most of my poems with their own
Posting veiled attacks
I learned to watch my back
And though I am human
I do not envy others
nor am I jealous
I believe in and admire reward
My only competition is Self
I feel compassion for walls
And all the subjects within
And the reasons the walls were built

I only wish I could break the walls
Because everyone should be given their space
To walk together in this human race

And if love and creative writing are my crime
I will do time

Today I surrender

So please crucify me for the walls I climb

Bring an end to this war

Two and one half years is far too long

I can no longer fight

We all are light
We are not broken angels
We are childen of God’s creation
We wrestle spirit and flesh
To resist temptation

My spirit forever
will rise above the din
Hell cannot be made herein
You can’t possibly cause anymore pain
Because my pain is not my own anymore
And I feel sad for whatever kingdom you serve
Because I cannot imagine anyone with knowledge and compassion could approve of your tactics

(c) s l jennings

 I write this poem as a one-time release knowing I am not perfect, but also knowing I never deserved to be treated so poorly.  I feel guilty writing this because there are real problems in the world; beyond social media behaviors.  I try to walk a spiritual path.   My father taught me to speak for what is just and that includes speaking for myself. I cannot be silent in the face of such treatment.  I no longer share many writings online because of this continual situation, but I still have a right to share poetry online.  Please end all the abuse now.  I will no longer be a victim.  No more spreading lies about me.  And for those who believe the lies ~ did you ever stop to ask me or even have a direct conversation with me?  No more mocking my poetry.  No more calling me “chubby” and sending morality meme’s to me each time you believe a poem crosses a line.  No more posting sickening videos because you all think it’s funny and all the other posts.  I am a rationale person, but I have had enough.  I have never experienced such insane cruelty in my life.  You all should be ashamed of yourselves.  After all this time, this needs to end.  There are no victors.  Only costs.   I need to be peaceful for myself, my children and those whom I serve in the world & above.  You need peace for yourselves.  Forgive me.  Ignore me.  Block my writings.  I forgive you all and go forward now with a free life and pen.

This is the first time in my life I have been ruffled in this way.  I do not care what 7.4 other billion people think because I am confident & I know who I am deep inside.

Peace starts with each individual.  I still believe in joy.  I still believe in Love.  I refuse to believe in man-made divisions. Our time and energy is better spent in service to a world in dire need of acts rooted in Love & compassion.

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Colors

ColorsOf convention’s succulant roots, our mouths will not thirst nor envy

Trusting sultry skies for shelter, we will hold up stars set against total darkness
And measure each one as a blessing not distant to our earthly dwelling

Footsteps will soften delighting in the science of creation
Wandering in open fields to never fear far-off sounds of thunder

We will forecast each raindrop as manna fulfilling our hearts’ desires
Our eyes ignited as lightning will break all stones before the tomb

Hearts visible turning in revolutions of colors brushing land, sea and sky

We will see the glory beyond glory that always has been and always will be

To shine here on earth in recognition of our shared inheritance

Our long journey will reap its harvest

Independent of the opium of cynicism

Could the sky touch the ground?

To walk together names forgotten

To anoint each new dawn our own

(c) s l jennings

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Balanced Equation

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*Balanced Equation*

Of yesterdays
Thousands of years
I forgive history
In fallen tears

Of today
I will assign
Without fear
This moment mine

To share
My heart transparent
With actions
Love apparent

I will not discriminate

When stones are thrown
I will not hate

In math, a negative times a negative yields a positive.
And a positive times a negative yields only a negative.

But, in Love, there are no such rules of segregation.
We cannot say I practice Love; therefore, I will
surround myself with only like-hearted.

We must reach out to all of humanity so Love yields Love.
Only then will we begin to balance this earth’s equation.

(c) s l jennings

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Diamonds

Diamonds in Sky blog

It’s alright to Dream my child
You will mine Diamonds in the Sky
Where others see merely stars

(c) s l jennings

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Earth

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Ecstasy

I hugged each blade of grass weaving morning dew between my toes as barefoot I walked without time.

My thoughts my only companions traveled distances beyond the mountain I now ascended.

Bright city lights eclipsed views below as eternal flames fired factory smokestacks rusting in twilight.

Beauty’s celestial sphere forever blemished by man

Hazy sulfur skies kissed memories of youth’s reckless abandon dried beneath a forgotten sun.

And I invited my soul to recede deep into imagination to witness the greatest magic show on earth.

Curtains drawn back to forbidden pornographic visions of bygone years.

Passionately making love under an open sky, I saw the sun rise on top of the earth.

My body pleasured in pure ecstasy of organic orgasm without a nickel spent for a private booth.

(c) s l jennings

#EarthDay #poetry #PoetsDream

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Apple Blossoms

Apple Blossoms

This morning is abundant in apple blossoms like angels watching over us

(c) s l jennings

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The Fisherman

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Rarely do I feel compelled to explain my poetry. I feel once the author has released the poem from within, it takes on a whole different meaning on the outside as it now belongs to both the poet and the readers.   Since this poem is of a deeply spiritual and personal nature, I have included a brief explanation afterward.

The Fisherman

I threw my heart true into the ocean
in an amber bottle sold as magic potion
on raging waves I prayed for salvation
from a mad world born of man’s frustration

For forty days and forty nights alone
Cumbrous glum crests tossed my vessel wind blown
further away destination unknown
Blood drawn sharks forecast dark weather’s headstone

And I no usual damsel in distress cried tears
as I spied a lone ship to answer my prayers
A fisherman reeled me in to throw my heart back again
God’s lamb among men said life was for livin’

No forgivin’ when Love’s your action and your art
Salvation’s ark is built on earth’s one heart

(c) s l jennings “The Fisherman” poem

I wrote this poem before sunrise on Easter morning.  I awakened much earlier than normal.  This poem is for anyone who views and/or is viewed by the world through a distorted societal lense (glassbottle) – the lense could be religion, morality, role, image, expectations of others, etc. In youth maybe he or she buys into the bottle and takes the ride only to get lost in a filtered world and to later see truth is found in the authentic self with origins in a love for all people in all times. We are perfectly imperfect humans so this is easier said than done. I think a Love not lost in interpretation is what the fisherman wants us to find within our hearts on an ark of salvation built here and now.

My personal path of faith begins with Jesus Christ’s manifestation  of Love here on Earth and extends to a love of all people in all times regardless of race, religion, creed, etcetera.  Although religion can be a path of faith, Christ did not have a religion. He forgave Judas. He forgave his persecutors. He said to love one another and I believe He coexists in love with Allah and Buddha well as others including atheists.  Love is God.  God is Love.  I  believe in an afterlife and I believe that is a gift of Grace.  However  I also believe that we need to make our actions count to show our love of one another while we are here on Earth  and in that way we build the ark to salvation from suffering. These are my  personal  spiritual beliefs  in this post which is in no way intended to be a prescription for others.  I understand that each person spiritual path  is different. Each person takes their own meaning from life and poetry 🙂

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Mother Moon

Mother Moon

Mother moon may we softly sway away
mid moonbeams dreaming of a better day
Lovingly cradled in your peaceful arms
living apart from any worldly harms

Mother moon pregnant with life’s embryo
gently pull tides of strength into tomorrow
nurture all to grow on earth’s path
see none come to feel any wrath

Give us your energy to rise without eclipse
Light our hearts to appreciate earth’s gifts
Awaken us to one universal source
Enliven us, Mother Moon, with your force

(c) s l jennings

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Syria

Syrian children

“A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now.”
-Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow

Acidic vapors burned in unaware nostrils
The shoreline of peace receded unrealized
The innocents screamed for angels’ mercy
Drowning in caustic riptides of existence
Pulled under by regime, lungs paralyzed breath
As eyes still fixed on heaven awaited brutality’s savior
A distant land answered for fire to become sky
Missiles of destruction sent in the name “of God’s wisdom”
Fields below were slashed and burned
Deliverance promised under the guise of peace
The son of perdition preached from his podium
His tongue galvanized by sovereign desire
Violence returned violence without atonement of suffering
As eyes still fixed on heaven awaited brutality’s savior
To ask “how many fictitious shores before the harbor lie?”
And, silent in Love’s divinity, Wisdom answered:
Only seeds sewn with peace will reap peace
God is present
Is man?

(c) s l jennings “Syria” poem

“how many fictitious shores before the harbor lie?” quoted from Emily Dickinson, Part One: Life LXXIII

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Cherry Blossoms

Cherry Blossom

Sweet fragrant flowers
Softly decorate my memories
Cherry blossoms in bloom
Hope renews in each petal
for today’s wishes to
become tomorrow

(c) s l jennings

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