Who?

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Who?

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Who hides the shape of the sun,

sleeping in fear with ribs more

than broken? The war, the half-heaven

half-hell syndrome of the spiraling bird,

spiraling downward

in an array of glorious plumage.

Who cries as beautiful as a song,

longing for the uncommon, a lamp

of soulmate proportion? Whose cry will be heard,

received, altered like fire is altered

by water and water is altered by fire – the old burn

extinguished, transformed into something light,

capable of rising upward, spreading

across the sky? When will God give us air,

take our hands and run with us? God, we are waiting for you

to knock on our door, we are anticipating your footsteps.

Show us something of destiny. There is more here

than what is whole.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “1947 a literary journal” June 2017

http://1947journal.tumblr.com/post/162143260309/who-by-allison-grayhurst

 

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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Holding Hands

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Holding Hands

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Because I know you and the glow

of your many lives’ rhythms

behind your big heart concealed, revealed

beautiful in its purity . . . because you are part

of my inner tribe – a specimen

of beauty and undefined rich sentiment –

I will never judge your secret vulnerability

or soil your openness with sarcasm,

but instead I will promise you comfort,

a beach of sunlight and solitude –

a mother’s love where God takes part.

In spite of the cold kennel

cruelty out there, you will get through –

as one strong in joy, as one wedded

to charm and the virtue of forgiveness, sleeping

without nightmares.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Synchronized Chaos” July 2017

http://synchchaos.com/?p=13230

http://synchchaos.com/?p=13218

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Published in “AWS Publishing” June 2017

http://www.awspublishing.com/poetry/404/holding-hands/

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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The oceans spill into a cup.

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The oceans spill into a cup.

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I drink from that cup and approach

the gathering of ages and

salty burial grounds.

For me, I remember a time before friendship –

I held anguish, frustration,

anticipating the arrival of my tribe.

I waited for one who knew the same meaning I did

of sacred sexuality, death and grace.

The landscape was huge, but my people are now complete.

Somehow we have gathered. Over the years,

we’ve erected pillars

on neighbouring streets to see if others would recognize

our colours. Some came near, joined, but after a while,

they left and situated themselves

on the opposite side of the theatre.

Patterns increase. Wounds are given priority over love.

Fear becomes a discipline

and loyalty to another merges with the sickness of self-denial.

The oceans spill. But there are certain things

I will not drink. I was born for a different music.

Love will win out. God is greater than the world

and all the people

world-bound, world-committed.

There will be arrival, the fruit of permanence.

Yearnings will be eased

and my tribe will see, finally rejoice in

its expanding form.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” July 2017

http://synchchaos.com/?p=13230

http://synchchaos.com/?p=13218

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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If I Get There

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If I Get There

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If I was done with this canvas

and the pattern I formed upon it

could be tucked inside the space between

the filing cabinet and bookshelf . . .

If I could read the dialect of normal behavior

and place myself at the foot of its throne . . .

If the next step was the greatest step

that would extract me from this quagmire

and strip away the congealed substance around my bones . . .

 

then my head would be held in your hands,

cradled there like a new baby, helpless but secure –

my whole body supported by your one arm.

Love would be like food, and you would be

my devoted glory.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” July 2017

http://synchchaos.com/?p=13230

http://synchchaos.com/?p=13218

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Published in “AWS Publishing” July 2017

http://awspublishing.com/poetry/411/if-i-get-there/

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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No Ground

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No Ground

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There are no leftovers,

no cylinder funnel to collect

and preserve extravagant prayers.

In this place, I lean but I dare not cry –

a rosebush past its prime, brittle in the sun.

I am collapsing, out loud, 

reforming every cell, painful alterations. My God

of fluid, my God, grand as, and grander than, myth –

I have cut through this horizon. I have cut

through my thick interior, and still, I’m tilting

like an old tree

unable to stand. My God,

breathe into me, make plans for my soul or let me die,

bound in this circle. My God, rain into my reservoir –

it feels so long

since I have been untethered.

There are other worlds. There is Jupiter.

My God, please repair this punctured deck

or throw me overboard.

Fill me, my God, with love,

strong enough to override the weight of this

hard endurance.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Chicago Record Magazine” June 2017

http://magazine-record.blogspot.ca/2017/06/how-sky-came-when-i-was-grainof-sand-i.html

http://magazine-record.blogspot.ca/2017/06/

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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Take

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Take

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Your welcome mat is removed.

Take your cold, determined blasphemy

and seal yourself in your tomb.

Take the memory she had of your loveliness

and mutilate it, mutate it into your true face –

a hundred still births, lined up with all eyes open, dead,

before even beginning.

Take the grain from her garden. Take her cat while

she is sleeping. You can take

and trade her trust

to pay homage to your psychological sickness,

but you cannot take

the strength from her star, not the creativity that lulls

then sparks on her breath. You cannot take her rhythm,

her house where love and God come first,

where there is no deception,

no blood on the sleeves. You cannot take her beauty,

not her vow to stay open

to future blessings. You cannot take

the way she is committed to make good with her grief,

committed to emerge from this,

inextinguishably proud, in service, more perfect,

more saturated with love than she was before

you came and you took.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “1947, a literary journal” June 2017

 

http://1947journal.tumblr.com/post/161659068154/take-by-allison-grayhurst

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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Not Friendship

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Not Friendship

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If I speak to you now

when the hammer has hit your throat

and your breath has become bone – lightweight, almost

fossilized, would you believe in the miracle,

would you kiss the shoulder of responsibility, eat the loaf

you were given with great gusto,

stop pushing your cart of distractions, stop

and see.

August is around the corner. And no spiritualist’s spell

nor week of Sundays will change the face of nowhere.

Letting go is always in my veins.

Letting in the emptiness

and not being afraid.

If I speak to you now,

it’s just to let you know you are forgiven,

the smoke has cleared and all my expectations have long

since died. It’s just that I feel for you.

And I need you to know

that I am not, will never be

your enemy.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Now Then Manchester – Word Life, Issue 43” June 2017

http://nowthenmagazine.com/manchester/

http://nowthenmagazine.com/manchester/issue-43/

http://nowthenmagazine.com/manchester/issue-43/word-life/

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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