Matrix Moments

Media Moments: Question, reflect, connect

Morning Snapshot

Cold morning soldiers
of dew and mist
guard the autumn sunrise
and silently creep
over walls and gardens,
the last few flowers
nearly yawning
an awakening birth,
Time is paused in
grey moments,
somehow
suspended between
stolen nights and fleeting days,
rust leaves stir sleepily
sharing quiet whispers
too afraid to
break the hush.
A car door slams
and engine coughs,
reluctantly turning over,
it noisily revs off
doppler decreasing
and silence descends again…

too late
daybreak magic has been lost,
the frozen moment thaws
and a myriad noises
clamber upwards
into the fading mist.
Autumn morning poem

Decay

Word by word
bite by bite
cut by cut
Comment by comment.

I'm not one to gossip
but someone needs to say
Something,
Feeling in the centre,
righteous power
and if not...
I lose control.

But if I searched
my soul mirror,
I’d see the decay harvest,
death dealing lips
white washed tombs
dripping poison smiles
Kisses that betray.

Can I bring the dark
into the light,
Confess to God
with those
same lips?

Starting Thoughts: It is amazing how we use words to cut and kill - all coming from our own insecurities. How do we truly walk that line between having truth, honour, boundaries and love in what we speak but not tip into gossip mode.
Poem Topic Tags: #confession, #darkness, #gossip, #honor, #honour, #kiss, #light, #lips, #tongue, #words
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,
Can we focus on honor rather than gossip Spoken Word Poetry

Always - Moment by Moment

Each second grows a minute
flooding through my life
Washing time away,
Moments gone forever.

Passenger habits create holes
and parasite hours
in my soul,
Meaning has been sunk
in digital vegetation
Where everything
seems so distant hard
And electronic ethereal.

Then God speaks,
"I want to spend time
with you."

Starting Thoughts: God just wants to be with us, creating with us, loving with us, living with us - when do we get it?
Poem Topic Tags: #busy, #digital, #distractions, #electronics, #habits, #life, #living, #time, #timeless
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,
Christian SPoien word poem looking at hop, time, and our uniqueness

Bad Things Happen

Accidents
Struggles
Money pain,
Death
Suicide
Desperate,
Rumours
Barbed words
Poison drips
via screens,
your reality show,
Loneliness
in a connected world,
Loneliness
in a party room,
Loneliness
amongst candyfloss friends,
Can there
be any answer...
in the drugs, alcohol,
in busyness, work,
in hating,
in trying to be good,
all pointless...

And Christ,
God among us
Knows pain's depths,
Rejected, hurt, betrayed,
beaten, killed,
Felt hell's pains sunk
deep in His soul,
His gift
accepting our torture,
And so...
Knows fully your pain.

Come to Him,
give Him
the bad stuff,
The worst, meanest, painful, despair,
the dark.

Forever
he is the Water of Life
Hope singer,
New life bringer,
Your smile and laughter..

Prompt
How deep do we feel trapped in the tar around us? Is there any meaning?
Poem Tags
#accidents, #reallife, #christian, #disasters, #jesus, #life, #loneliness, #pain, #poems, #poetry, #seeker, #spokenword, #video

Bad things happen christian spoken word poetry

Slaves Exist

Trapped,
a consignment to consumerism,
No pity,
No rights,
Death by degrees,
slaves,
poor because
mandates and manacles
rights and reasons
are all in the hands
off a powerful few.
Insidiously hidden
third world or first world
thousands live
daily death;
Sex trade, sold souls,
cheap and cheapened labour,
poverty raping
minds and lives from
the future,
How can we watch -
only numbed by statistics
defrauded, desensitised by media,
Someone else,
Someone else,
Someone else will.

And you saw me
Hungry, in poverty
Trapped
and you walked on by
Head down 
another message on your cell,
another appointment,
What will others think of your heroin?
Excuses of 
not having enough,
worried for your own future.

You saw me,
And never saw me.
Slaves, Slavery Poem. Make a change.

Dust Finger

Hate of him,
We have set the trap,
The law, the bait,
The manipulation.

And then
the teacher
Steps through, past
into the circle
breaking, pausing the moment.
He kneels,
touches her shoulder
Somehow intimate,
Bringing the anger
to our minds again.

He looks up
at us, unnerving
in a silence that appears.
Paused, we see our faces
reflected,
Young, smooth,
older, stained, creased.

He crouches
writes in the dust,
Edits of life
dust to creation
dust to dust
soul stick sentences
swirl in the seen
and unseen words.

"If you,"
the teacher speaks;
quiet echoing depths,
"Are without sin, throw the first stone."
The speaker looks
at us
as the story
our lives, his life, her life
are connected, unravelled,
and tightened in our souls,
Our collective soul,
Opening past and present,
Time held in heartbeats.

And we leave
one by one
Eldest to youngest,
with our shame,
our pain,
Not healed,
but exposed
Not quite yet
honest enough
to see all of our story,
But changed,
Opened?
Questioning.

Again and Again

I remember,
as many will
the moment
gut of heart
first time
God calling
Bursting pounding
heart moment decision
in moments of hesitation
Facing being unclean
a sinner
Allowing grace
Resurrection Love supreme
to infuse my life.

Dying to self
yet now…
few selfs worthy of a grave.

Return
to your first love.

At the Cross

"The hard cross reveals an immense love. We can know who we truly are at the cross."

At the cross
Hard wood, hard nailed, 
hard faces
Soft flesh.
Sin's focus
Sin's power
Sin's lies.

Flawlessness embraces flaws
Perfect enveloping terrible 
Hope infusing fear,
Love enfolds the cold,
Streams of mercy
heaven's cascade,
Washing clean.
It's who Jesus is.

Some sins escape me,
The things I don't do
when I could
I slip,
Good is not enough
in God's perfect.

At the cross
Love revealed,
Immense, wide
Not a half-filled cup
but ocean depths,
Freedom claimed,
Healing imparted,
Forgiveness flows.

Jesus takes all sin.
I am
Loved,
Released...
Oh, the infinite closeness, 
It's who I am,
It's who I know.

I Am

If I met
Combined, connected into one:
Power
Love
Justice
Sacrifice
Significance
Freedom
Eternity
Brother, sister, friend, father, mother
Extremes
Life
Spirit
King
Cost
Change.

Would my mind cope?

If I had
All time
All words
They would not be enough
Just ebbing thoughts,
Inadequate shadows,
To describe the Great,
"I am"

Time Reloads

Head in hands,
Hands, hair, skin, skull
Holding in the pain,
Replaying images.

Time reverses
Seconds leach from the future,
Spiralling past events
Decisions, consequences,
Small flights of thought
Covering vast spaces
Of choice,
Ticking seconds, minutes, years
Unfolding past from present,
Unrolling truth and lies...
Unaware alternatives
Mixed with desired selections.

The paths
Wide and narrow,
Dark and light,
Forks in our story.

It's your choice,
Choice

Time Reloads

Starting Thoughts
Making choices and decisions. How does one choice affect our life?

God Moments - Time with a Friend

Soft dawn light
Shadows dappled green
Stirred slightly
in breeze's gentle touch,
sitting in car,
parked beside council pool
Six A.M. swim behind me,
Listening,
Hearing from God,
Called a quiet time,
I've read bible verses
and thoughts from a stranger,
both have crossed the world
and time to me,
my head buzzes
with thoughts,
but when I look deep
into trees - their briefly
sunshine stirring maple leaves,
Watch mountain bikes
taking path's curve,
voices drift past me,
The white Toyota sauntering for a park:
I see and smile,
wind down the window,
Beyond the hum
of air conditioning,
Bird calls waken my spirit,
The Life around
in cars, pools, over the fence in houses
is amazing,
God’s story
fills and quiets my soul,
And I smile with God,
tuned to Him.

Unknown the day,
Known is my Lord.

Excited and secure
I start the engine.

1 Chronicles 28:9 NIV
“...acknowledge the God of your father, and serve him with wholehearted devotion and with a willing mind, for the Lord searches every heart and understands every desire and every thought. If you seek him, he will be found by you…"

Hear Christmas

Snow falls
Sounds of silence whisper of
white grace
Cleansing complete,
Stop to the stillness,
listen to the Christ massed voice,
Hushed within
a soft sense of Serene, alone.

undisturbed by thought,
Listen to the Silence in your mind
Hear Christmas.

Sunshine falls
Loves warm Light
Wrapping your hearts pulse.
Holding your hope
Infusing joy.

undisturbed by thought, listen to the Silence in your heart,
~the still small voice.
Hear Christmas.

Stars night shine,
Galaxies remote and vast
reflected in your eyes,
Seeing distance
Feeling closeness of creation.
undisturbed by thought, listen to the silence in your heart,
The rhythm of sustaining life
Hear Christmas.

Starting Thoughts: Christmas Video and Media. What do you hear at Christmas?

Conform

Conform 
"Become us voices cry"
calling to sameness,
capturing minds
filling dreams with candyfloss
Destruction in the playground
of gasoline tears.

In the noise
Colour confusion clashes
Pain, hate, laughter, freedom 
desires mix,
More, more, more...
The paradox; 
in the focus on
individuality,
We drain the person ,
in the focus on winning
we always lose.

Talk to me says God
Seek to hear my voice
step into my will 
struggle with transformation,
Allow renewal
Come follow me
Come know my Spirit
Come live and love.

Starting Thoughts: We love to be unique but are constantly pushed to conformity and sameness. Often however, the focus on individualism also destroys our uniqueness as we grow mostly as individuals through loving and caring for others. A wonderful paradox.
Poem Topic Tags:
#conformity, #hope, #losing, #love, #noise, #seeker, #voices, #winning
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,
Balancing indvidualism and uniqueness with community, love and life. Poetry and Spoken Word.

Storm Tent

Scattered red, grey nylon tents,
cheerful on grass patch clearing,
surrounded by shadowy native bush,
thin five millimetre pegs
gingerly gripping stony soil.

BBQ burger eaten,
Sleeping bag ready,
Pillow ready,
Snooze ready,
And the grey sky
begins its torment.

Bare foot through puddles to outdoor sink
Teeth now toothpaste fresh ready,
Paddle back to tent,
mud flecks appearing on toes.

Carefully creep into tent,
trying to avoid dragging
rain water inside,
but drops gather
holding hands
on doorway floor entrance,
laughing at my attempt.

Cocooned in sleeping bag,
only pummelling rain can be heard,
the "haven't had rain like this
in ten years" deluge.

I smile,
snuggle deeper
mind embracing the storm,
I will survive
wind ripping at tent,
rain, ground water searching
seeking to drip inside.
Sleep envelops my thoughts,
the storm backgrounds
to dreams of mountain biking
through brown water puddles!
WALT:
To communicate an experience, with descriptive language, so that others can feel they are there.

Success Criteria:
  • Others can feel they are there, remember times like this themselves.
  • Short simple thoughts, one per line
  • Unnecessary and small words cut out.

VAST Tiny

Universe vastness
Energy unleashed
Atom
Unseeable small
Power contained.

I am
cut open
in these extremes,
Pulled to the stars,
Wondering in the minute
Suspended in the moment.
Vast Tiny Christian Poetry

Night Cascade

An orchestra of stars
cascades across night sky,
warm wind ripples 
dark sand,
Stirring salt smells,
Whisper waves wash 
towards my feet.
Surrounded
by echo stillness.

I stand,
Seeing,
somehow sensing
all dimensions,
Connected and separate,
Alone edges and closeness,
Dissonant but in tune,
Breathless 
with His breath
in my lungs,
Feeling the symphony
of stars - soul singing.
I stand,
profound awe,
Worship wells
deep within,
Overture begins 
precious praise,
Harmonies to the beauty
beyond compare,
Soul crescendos;
Worshipping God's
Amazing
Precious love,
Worshipping 
who God is.

We give glory!
Worthy is His Name!
Night Cascade Worship Poetry

Deep Love

Your love
both a whisper
and a roar,
Eternally true,
forever risking
bubbling light
reassurance deep
infusing peace
cascading wild,
Leading my heart.

Your hand
takes,
cares,
Calms our fears,
Friend,
Saviour.

I am your new creation.

Starting Thoughts: The love of God is full of extremes: powerful and gentle, whisper and roar, This poem explores a few of these.
Poem Topic Tags: #cascading, #creation, #fears, #love, #peace, #roar, #saviour, #water, #waterfall, #whisper
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,
Spoken word poetry celebrating the love of God that has wonderful contrasts.

Rain Falling

Dark night
loved by neons,
rain comes stealing softly
through black blanket,
an orchestra of drops
plays on the roof
while my soul
gently rests
in bed's warmth,
thoughts ease
troubles drain
my heart is flooded
with peace.

Prompt
The sound of rain falling on the roof. How does it make you feel?
Rain Falling Poem

A Person

A well
of sadness
pooled your
eyes
tears gathered
mirroring outside
your heart inside
I felt drawn
to just you.

I heard about
your troubles
about how your friends
and the men you knew
said, "Let's get smashed.”
They were just hunters.

Can I take your hand
introduce you
to a friend
who never lets
you down?

God knows your heart
hurt
like I never will
I've seen him
change darkness,
make new creations.

Prompt
The mindblowing expanding universe is just amazing.
Poem Tags
#alcohol, #change, #christian, #friendship, #god, #hurt, #jesus, #pain, #poem, #poetry, #spokenword, #video

Loneliness, Friendship and meaning Christian Spoken Poetry Video

Drizzle Soak

Wet cold
Rain fingers
find holes,
clothes tightened
hunched smaller
head down,
hair trickles
eyes watch
puddle captures
Winter drizzle.
WALT: To write a poem to communicate how we can summarise thoughts two words at a time.
Success Criteria:
  • I have followed the form but shown an ability to vary with intention as needed.
  • Paired words intentionally and carefully
  • Creating not just a random set of lines but using craft.
  • I have correctly punctuated with complex sentences with comma/s.
  • I have improved vocabulary by utilising a thesaurus.
  • I can use and credit Creative Commons images.
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