Celestial Struggle

Celestial Struggle
Celestial Struggle

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Celestial Struggle

Both angel and demon in an earthly plight
struggle within our fragile flesh,
our minds and souls, our wrong or right,
as contentions escalate, no side abates,
and we within to mediate
the throng of celestial beings
at war within our sentient sight.

Both storms and calm attests
the endless conflict without regret,
and we at the centre cannot forget
the stakes of such a divided world,
inclinations for either side,
vying for directions that yield
such alternate realities.

Only we decide our fate,
to break the darkness and avow the light,
or fall for the demon’s legacy
to keep humanity in desperate ways,
yearning for flesh and blood-letting
to avenge the powers of right,
and maintain the shadowed night.

Such ethereal dreams spark my pain,
restrain and striving for betterment
but a glimmer of what I am,
too lost to save, too saved for darkness,
I reside within the conflict,
gifted with insight and foresight
but ill-equipped for the witnessing.

My Catatonic Cat

Flashes like intense white explosions
zap through curtain breaks, and in the count
I await the thunderous cracks,
to estimate the storm’s coming or going
as my cat, in a catatonic state,
hides like a ball of fur beneath my bed.

Outside, clouds amass in ominous darkness,
as if wearing a mask of velvet black,
eyes seemingly averted, to suddenly
light up the sky in hues
of gradient blue attack, as time
in silent wake anticipates the release.

Sleep now at the mercy of rumbling rain,
building to crescendo upon my roof and pane,
sibilant drum rolls of thrashing,
a building, then receding, in a random fashion
as still, my cat remains,
lost to a mind of turbulent restraint.

And as my count increases,
those discordant affronts do fade,
and the rain now aches
from its fractious cascades,
to settle into a softer calmer tirade,
a hissing murmur in the night to ease the fright.

And the cat sighs as if his first exhalation,
held breath from that first flash of light,
the plight of storms not his favourite.

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

6 thoughts on “Celestial Struggle

  • June 13, 2019 at 10:55 AM
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    Struggles within can certainly keep us betwixt right and wrong, good and evil – hopefully we can err on the side of right and good.

    Poor Beast. Hope he is doing well now. Storms are not a fun thing for fur babies.

    Great poems, Tony – I can strongly relate to both, but especially the first. Take care.

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  • June 13, 2019 at 7:53 PM
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    Glad you enjoyed Phyllis. Beast gets over it but during the poor thing hides. Take care.

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  • June 16, 2019 at 8:00 AM
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    Celestial Struggle: No doubt my friend we are all ill equipped for the afterlife, yet fear we should have not as we struggle for it, we will enter into our own goodnight either kicking and screaming or with joyful delight. Either way it shall be a sudden awakening to a whole new world of demons or gods, pray that our poetic wisdom allows us a front row seat to the majestic truths hidden from us on our lonely sojourn on this earth.

    My Catatonic Cat: A reverence to the cascading storm and your cat dear friend reverberates with hair on end, cat eyes wide open, back up and fear settling upon its sudden haste under the safety of your slumber sleeping formation called bed. I can see it all now, as I too have witnessed similar scenes with my Tabby named Cheetah. They are not fond of turbulent, noisy, crackling storms, that is the time they too scatter and find comfort in hiding. Beautifully expressed dear Poet, stay warm, stay dry and give your feline buddy a pat from me in sincerity and loving understanding.

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    • June 16, 2019 at 7:45 PM
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      Thank you, Vincent, for your generous and articulate reviews. Hope you are well and healthy, my friend, as no doubt you are in a vegan lifestyle. May your heart be full and your pen ever-flowing. Take care.

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  • June 16, 2019 at 8:21 AM
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    So I read “Celestial Struggle” enjoying your pondering and well written verse and then you hit me with “My Catatonic Cat” which was an experience that I will not forget. Tony well versed my friend. Jamie

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  • June 16, 2019 at 7:49 PM
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    So glad you appreciated them, Jamie. My process never allows a decision regarding subject matter, it just comes out by itself: and I just allow it. Apart from my spiritual penchant, nature has always been an inspiration for my work. I know nature is less a subject in modern poetry, but I still enjoyed penning them. Take care.

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