Kesepian Writ

By Oddmund Penner

Spanning the years of the author's late teens into early thirties, this collection of poems and writings are contemplations from the heart, expressions of conviction and belief, artistically licensed memories, calls of faith, flavors of dreams, and profound enjoyments of writing.
Many were handwritten, sometimes on napkins or scrap paper, at times in the night, or between tasks in the day, and were later digitized for archiving.
As a category of art, the themes, theories and ideas expressed may not always accurately represent what the author believes to be true, but are meant to be pondered in connection with individual human experience, and evaluated in comparison to truth.
May you enjoy the readings in your own cocoon of thoughts, perhaps late at night next to a fire, with a hot drink in your hand!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 26, 2018
• ISBN: 9781387548002

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Kesepian Writ

Kesepian Writ

The Way It Is. The Way It Is Seen. The Way It Is Perceived.

Written By: Oddmund Penner

Copyright © 2018 Oddmund Penner.

All rights reserved.

ISBN 978-1-387- 54800-2

In memory

He's got heart,

This man from Russia.

There's something about him...

It cannot, it will not, refuses to be described;

It evades the words of pen and mouth:

You can't see this in others.

It's a mystical substance that's evidence

Of a heart that is deep...and mystically romantic.

There's art in his heart.

There's beauty...unexplainable:

Up and down, this way and that,

He twirls and turns, and bends and jumps and flexes;

Expressing from there a taste of that spring,

Of life deep within, unique and original:

By design.

It shouts in silence and surfaces now.

His bright, gleaming eyes draw you inside;

His bubbely, cheerful countenance speaks

Of things that the average ones only imagine.

Here is a man that will rise to greatness,

And by definition he is there right now.

1987-2008

Acorn

The Symbol of Strength

'I am tough

I am hard and solidly built

Nothing can penetrate me

I wear a hat

And you can walk all over me without hurting me'

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But what good are you sitting there looking like an english toffee?

You don't have strength.

I could pick you up and throw you wherever I want,

Smash you against a wall and shatter you.

Helpless you are, immobile and inert.

I'll grind you into the dirt under my toe and show you how vain your boastings are.

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I guess I shouldn't have spoken.

I got shut down.

There's nothing but dirt all around.

I can't even see the sun!

I am helpless

I can't even move, much less rescue myself.

Here I guess I must die

Hopeless and alone...

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There he is, the one I thought I crushed and drove deep into oblivion.

He finally gave up trying to be somebody, I guess.

In humility is the greatest strength.

He is an oak,

Tall, strong, lasting.

A Reminder

A snowflake upon a branch

History in the heart

Memories of bygone moments

And years

Time goes on, unless

You slow it down…with your will

Don’t hesitate to smile.

The little things you do

For anyone

Is what you will be remembered for

Beyond your name and face,

They shine

Forever

A face, a heart once close

Not seen for long

Again united, stirs the heart and soul

And memories…

A Part

The path may not always be straight;

But there is One Who straightens it.

The wandering one is not necessarily a wanderer;

A bird sometimes walks, although by definition it flies.

Leave well alone be, on occasion that’s best.

But always remember to say what is good, what you know is right;

And challenge when your heart won’t let you rest.

His promises are true, activated by you.

Believe and have faith as much as you can, and pass it to others who may have more.

And then when all’s good, rejoice and be grateful;

For He is a rewarder of all those who seek Him.

If things don’t pan out, believe anyway;

And keep right on going.

It doesn’t make sense to get mad or turn green and bitter.

You are but a part, but play your part well;

For you are the determining factor in so much more than you know.

Artwork

The beauty of it is crisp and clear, not shrouded

The colors and hues, so fitting, surreal

Where did it start?

How did it begin?

In the heart, the mind, or the soul?

Was it complete before it’s manifestation?

Or was it progressive; each step unfolding the next

With end not envisioned?

It is what I cannot understand

An experience I have never fulfilled

Could it be only a gifting unraveled to some?

Or might it be simply practice at which to improve?

It’s mystery to me remains sealed

And I stand in awe and amazement

At what I cannot achieve the means to right now

Yet so clearly appears before me.

Ask the Question

To ask a question

Often only

Opens doors, floods pour out

Long pussed and stemmed

Released and vented

Refreshment brought

Rejuvenation, clarification.

Communication often re-establishes convictions

Refocuses, illuminates perspective.

To listen may minister more to the speaker

While the listener rejoices for them and with them

And therein is ministered to.

To be selfless is sometimes near selfish

For selflessness harvests greatness.

Beyond the Surface

Seek the Giver

One must have the desire

To focus on focus is hocus

System is inferior to passion

Unpredictability with purpose

Exceeds and overtakes habit

Even though habit is not evil

Want and seek

Power there is evident

However unstructured

Attraction, life, joy is there

Purpose, vision, meaning, though unexplainable

Increase it, fuel it

Never settle for reduction

Force until it forces you, engulfs you, consumes you.

Beauty

From all the corners of the world

Every creature of the realm

To all the wonders that unfurled

Where’er the tow’ring place of oak and elm

From high above