One moist patch, like dewy grass,
surrounded by a field of weeds,
emerges first and breathes at last,
through openings, the air it needs.
Cut off from, and cut off of;
counting on, and counting in;
from down below, to up above -
A smack on tender, crimson skin.
There is a pulse.
One spring bud, like seedling stems,
surrounded by a garden wall,
is standing out from all of them,
despite the fact, they're just as tall.
And though the bud has not yet grown,
the soil and the water see
more than just the seed they've sewn.
They see the flower it will be.
There is a pulse.
One tall stem, like climbing vines,
surrounded by its petals' plumes,
shares its elegant designs,
and stretches as it blooms.
And when the wind begins to call,
the flower spreads it's pollen 'round.
It falls in love, and loves in fall,
and falling love renews the ground.
There is a pulse.
Little sparrow, what troubles thee
is it the stigma you face
little sparrow, what pierces thee
is it the shame of disgrace
is it the bitterness in your heart,
or the offense you can't forgive
is it the anguish that sets you apart,
or the hurt that holds you captive
what befalls you
is neither unfelt nor unknown
God cares and calls you
when you're cast out and all alone
God will never forsake you
in your time of need;
God will never permit you
to suffer or bleed.
02/19/2014; for "TO HEAL A HEART" Contest
Jungle Jim is rather grim
And now is old and gray
He misses the activity
Of children hard at play
The children grew
Made new friends too
And eventually moved away
Now his time has past
He's failing fast
And falls into decay
I sat on the toy store shelf, feeling all bottled-up and unwanted.
The kids prefer to play with video games, these days,
rather than being outdoors with me.
Then one day, this little girl grabbed me down from the shelf
and begged her Mommy to buy me.
She took me out to play as soon as we got home.
The spring day was so bright as I met the sun for the first time.
I could not contain the joy that I felt
as she unscrewed the lid and dipped the plastic wand
into the soapy liquid. She brought the wand to her lips
and gently blew out a line of iridescent bubbles.
I felt so free, floating through the air with my new friends.
Her giggles of delight were the sweetest sound.
She dances as we swirl around her. Pure imagination takes over
as she pretends to be a fish in a bubbly underwater world.
I will never forget the wonder that was in her eyes.
The wind caught each one of us, taking us on a new adventure.
She runs to try and catch me as I drift up and away from her.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
May 20th, 2014
Hush little one I see and hear your tears
If only I could comfort you and squelch your fears.
I feel your fists pounding against my walls
I'll be with you no matter what trouble befalls
Your foster mother will one day have to face her fate
Don't let her teach you the meaning of the word hate
You are a wonderful child and have done nothing wrong
You must not let her break your spirit, please stay strong
Ignore her vulgar words, let them wash over you
Don't take it to heart, it's definitely not true
The bruises she inflicts will one day cease
I feel your anguish, use me as your release.
Make your dents on me to ease some distress
Frustration and anger you should never suppress
I want you as strong and solid as my own foundation
Please don't succumb to her inflicted demoralization
One day you'll be grown and will have a heart of gold
But for now my walls will watch, listen and always enfold.
Sponsor ~ Black Eyed Susan
Contest Name ~ If These Walls Could Talk.
Do I see the thing's
That I truly see
Are You My Love
Could this dream'
Really be true
Silvery Moon drifts through open window.
Baby's bassinet is bathed in evening sky.
Across the open yards, Silvery Moon gifts,
gifts love and devotion to taper the shadows.
A shimmer to shield from darkness
dusting sleepy lids with light like baby powder.
Hold fast to fleeting innocence
and boldness of brilliant shield
as you swaddle my tender babe tonight
through open window, Silvery Moon.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, August 7, 2012
Inspired by Babyface (Carl Sandburg)
The dark crept with its black humor
Rallied at the little girls feet
Dared her to move by casting his shadow
Made of a witches broom and a boogeyman
He screamed at the trees and made the tremble
While she grabbed tighter her blanket
Said louder her prayers
That made the dark hiss and react
Moved his apparition under her bed
Then roun' to her closet
With his shady hands he triggers a sound almost like a creek
Lulled the chill bumps from her shoulders
Shut down the night-light
Making it dim and of no help
The black of night
Will laugh into the wolfs howl
Dominating the suns anticipated descend
The big, bad wolf wears a suit of gray with a snide smile.
Standing upright, he believes himself to be debonaire
as he takes his comb from his breast pocket and slicks back his hair.
Why does he flash his pearly white fangs
and file his claws 'til they're razor sharp?
He smells the fear of docile creatures; he taunts the weak,
stalking his prey while vultures circle overhead in waiting.
The face of evil in a fairy tale with girls wearing red cloaks
and shepherd boys watching their flocks on hillsides.
Flames like daggers from his yellow eyes pierce the pastoral images.
Clear skies become dark by his phantom-like shadows.
He walks tall in black boots of Italian leather
towering higher than treetops in their eyes
beyond the echoes of his menacing laughter.
The woodland creatures cower in their hiding places,
yet hope for a glimpse of the beautiful princess
in her dazzling horse-drawn carriage crossing the forest.
Through the darkness, the ancient land shines like an emerald
with fragrant flowers in bloom; the petals strewn her path
in a storybook from a child's shelf between rainbow bookends.
Surely, heavenly showers shall rain down on the land
and good shall overcome evil with rainbows coloring the pages
as an enchanted princess in a shimmering gown rights all wrongs,
though her strength is not immediately evident.
Melodious birds fly on the outskirts of the tale,
orbiting the forest without fear, searching for the light.
The princess, oblivious to danger, dances amongst the trees
calling the shy creatures from their hiding places.
She ignores the wolf's hideous laughter in a dream-state.
Looking for her prince, she kisses a frog to no avail
then spies three little pigs with curly tails and fearful eyes.
They know the wolf too well. His gray suit coats the dreams
of their happily ever afters. Our heroine, the princess, wipes their tears,
rolls up her sleeves, and builds a brick fortress.
She bravely changes history to her story not giving in to fear.
Fear only fuels her adrenalin rush 'til the job is done.
The wolf huffs and puffs, bites and claws unable to infiltrate.
He eventually sulks off on all fours with his tail between his legs
and is never heard from again. At least, not in this storyland.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Fairy Tails contest (Debbie Guzzi)
*the wolf is personified
Little children shall
The birds'... they
* The humble shall reap
At it's beginning
The wind sketches
memories in the breeze.
Little feet move,
“Daddy, push me please!”
The wind draws
transfixed by the breeze
“To the sky, Daddy! To the sky!”
Soft, faded memories,
The wind blows
and I move.
Longing hangs upon the breeze.
Small feet pumping shrieks;
“Stop, Daddy, stop!
Title; "Higher Please"
The wind blows
with it I move
memory stirs with the breeze.
Small feet swinging, beat
“Daddy push me please!”
The wind blows
with it I move
retrospection stirs with the breeze.
“Higher Daddy!” “Higher!”
Faint, soft memories.
The wind blows
with it I move
longing stirs with the breeze.
Small feet, pump, pull and shriek;
“STOP, stop” “Daddy!” “Please”
- by Deborah Guzzi, 2/10/09
Contest, by Deborah Guzzi
"Critcise ME, Take mY Verse & Turn it inside out Make YOUR own!”
Friday, July 23, 2010
Dear Soap Bubble,
in an air-light reflection
of the ephemeral beauty
of this world
rumbling inside the anima
of a tiny simple
I shall enjoy thy sight
Shall I live in fear
for you not to burst
Shall I be the wind
to blow tenderly
directing thy path
Thy shelter shall I be
I surrender myself to thee
How did you get where your at?
Do you lie to yourself?
Do you hold back?
Or do you know what your doing,
of coarse you do!
What worries me,
Does that satisfy you!?
You made me sad,
You made me cry,
You ****ed up,
Your precious life,
You had everything,
You split us up,
To get what you "need"
You say the word love,
Then threatened me!?
I play it cool,
But I'm terrified,
I cant even,
Close my eyes at night.
I'm that scared,
But not for me,
I'd risk my life,
For what i have left,
For My Family.
You ****ed up my brain,
From age 1-6,
Said if i told,
No one would listen,
You threatened not only me,
But my Family,
Even your own son,
How the **** could this be?
My father is a great man,
Found a beautiful wife,
That's where i came in,
And you know what,
They trusted you,
Till toddler ages were through,
You decieved them,
You decieved me,
And all the 9 other grandchildren,
That was forced to be,
I feel the pain,
I feel the tears,
I feel the hatred,
Your voice in my ears.
I see the scares,
That you have made,
I make new markes,
To forget about who really made the pain.
How did you get where your at?
Do they really think,
That jail will put you on track?
If they think that then they're wrong,
You've lost everything from one choice,
Your too far gone!!!!
Hot, hot, hot, am I
like the castanet’s of a flamingo dancer!
basted, laced, wrapping me
how dare you!
I will singe you raw.
Curl the hairs in your nose.
roll back the edges of your life.
Let me go and gentle be
the rosy light of candle
let me go and cheery cheeks I’ll make
on children from Nod.
Hot, hot, hot, am I
the truck that gave me my name
it’s betraying hose defies my flame
Peel back the paper sheath
of my dismay!
Scrawl!!! scribble!!! melt and dribble me
Fire Engine red am I and freed I will be!
Bull baiter red, bloodshot red
Fire Engine red colors the bloody
and blushing world.
Get your cray on!
Lollipop kisses (sticky sweet)
Impress their nectar upon your whiskered cheek:
Your hand absently wiped away their adolescent aftertaste.
Outstretched for a reassuring (pretentious) hug
Grasp only the stale air of your indifference
Breathed upon my naively upturned face:
Smothered in incognizance.
Does it mystify?
That I have excommunicated myself from
Your well rehearsed pleasantries?
Your hypocritical attempts to condone justification of
Your displaced loyalty simply compounds the situation.
Your bed is not mine to lie in -
Your rules no longer mine to follow.
Perhaps now you will be the one to recite fairy-tales
On feather-filled pillows, as silent tears cascade down
Self erected barricades, puddling by your cheek...
Pray you never hear the lone hoot owl
As he waits impatiently by your grave...
In Times OF Uncertainty
We live for self amidst the greed
In timeless thought provoked take heed
Swift viable remorse on record
In times of uncertainty
Don't trust something you don't understand
Through a heavy edge proned in trust
With a temperment in a midas touch
From a word spoken in the dark
Has now come to the fullest of light
In given moments of happiness to endless fright
Forget the night!
With no given since of remorse nor shoulder to cry;
Among the evil creatures at night will fly
The times of uncertainty suddenly go by
Although we at times wander as in a nomadic tribe
Yet we will persist through the pain to thank God I'm alive!
Since all the fools sail away
It pays to take pride in homage gain
To humbly bow the knee to pray
Then with these promises we chose to fade away
From the things we shared in promises
The times of uncertainty away in dire need
While the world outside having viscous fangs that bleed
Dripping blood off side to hide;
We really have no reason to run away & hide
The times of uncertainty & want
Marked on a blotted page intact
When the whole world outside is in a rage!
Giving each other a heart attack!
is it a waking dream?
is it a waking nightmare?
it be the thoughts of the deserted,
those who have nothing left to lose,
the ones who can go mute without a second thought,
the ones whose dreams overflow with the blood of others,
for they are the ones who see the sinister truth,
the end isn't near its always been there,
for you see the end is not when the world ends,
it is the last day you feel complete,
it is the day you feel worthless,
the day you see only the dark side of things,
the moment you imagine slaying the beast of which caused your pain,
for that is the day the innocence known as your "inner child" is finally slaughtered,
and when your become...,
As the sun shines so bright
The warmth of thy everlasting light
Will shine on you until the dark of night.
Oh, so beautiful,
And so breakable.
Find the one that lasts forever
For it is the one, that is,
Ultimately intrinsic in value
And childhood memory,
So that you will remember....
This special gift now becomes
The element that fills that empty space,
That signifies a precious moment in time.
The bond between mother and daughter
Will grow even more
As they have grown together,
Through the love and care,
Support and compassion,
That has blossomed from day one
And will strengthen forever more !
Once a miricale is born
Once inosence grows wild
Once a childs body defiled
Once dreams darken the skys
Once a mothers love was denied
Once a chemicals clouded the brain
once a child goes insain
Once everything is lost with nothing to gain
Once you get sick of the game
once you feel nothing but shame
once again you are to blame
once a devine intervention its clear
Once love has no cost
once peace and love
once it came from above
Sun from the window, shines on my grain
My faded patina, now gleaming with pride
Broken and shabby, after years all alone
Once stored in rafters, so lost and afraid
You have dusted my cobwebs, and glued my rails
There was love in your touch...since the day you unveiled
That hiding place in the damp attic gloom
Long days of neglect, days of disgrace
I've been rescued from loneliness of that dark silent space
A remnant of childhood, from your days long ago
You have restored me to life, to be worthy and new
Do you remember the songs, that she hummed to you?
When she rocked you at midnight, under a velvet moon?
While you dusted my bones, and shined my face
Did your memories fall back to that magical place?
Where the world was your oyster, with childhood charms
When you were held to her breast, in soft loving arms?
Sweet nights spent together when the world was kind?
Now the rhythmic thump of my rails on the floor
Will return all those moments, to reflect on once more
You will feel on your face, and I on my grain
Sun's warming shine through the window glass pane
Wherever you are, that old world, or new...
To be home again, is to belong here with you....
Written for Matt Calliri's contest "Speak, Chair, Speak"
AIMLESSLY WANDERING DOWN
THRU OUR SINFUL PRIDE,
EMOTIONALLY BLACKMAILED BY OUR FLESH,
TEMPTED BY OUR "NEED"TO "FEED" ITS "GREED".
SILENCE BREAKING THE ABANDONING,
LIFELESS MIND WITH ABSOLUTE POWER,
OF NEVER SURRENDERING TO ITS HUMAN
BY HAVING THE COURAGE
AND THE FAITH
TO LIVE FOR TODAY WITH,
THE KNOWLEDGE THAT JESUS'S
HEALING AND FORGIVENESS
FOR OUR TRANSGRESSIONS
IS WITH ALL THE UNCONDITONAL LOVE
Before reading this one read part one, the story will make more sense.
I felt safe amongst the colorful pages of the comic books wrapped around me. I could hear the little boy say bye to his grampa Cliff, his Grandpa said goodbye Ricky. There was a wonderful bouncing feeling as Ricky skipped out the door to his father's waiting car. As we started driving away Ricky pulled me out of the bag and I could see his mom, dad, sister and brother. As we drove along I learned the other boy was Roy and the little girl was Teresa. His parents simply were mom and dad.
I quite enjoyed the ride, Ricky's dadio had a need for speed and it was exciting passing the slower cars. In this world it seemed all of the other cars were slower. The first town we came to was Larder lake, if blinking had been possible I would have missed it. As Ricky looked through me I marveled at both the color of his eyes and the rugged landscape. Pine trees, poplar trees and beautiful lakes. I loved how the road was carved through sections of rock. The next small town I noticed was King Kirkland, it seemed rather little to be a King. It wasn't very long and we entered our destination which was Kirkland Lake.
Kirkland Lake was much bigger than where we had come from. I enjoyed watching the people as we traveled down Government Road West. I remember driving past restaurants and stores, Dadio slowed down to point out a diner called the Coffee Cup. He told us he had a Barber Shop at the back of the Diner, I was more interested in the theatre across the street. The theatre was called the Strand and I liked the flashing lights on the billboard. Just then Ricky placed me back in the paper bag with his comics so I slept for a while.
Orange Crush III to follow.
Thanks mom for all you've done
Thanks for my sibling we still have fun
Thanks to all who shared their load
In helping get me down this rough bumpy road.
Mom, I feel there were times you want to
quit; but God made you special,that's why
When dad got sick we didn't know what to
do; You call on God, and he brought us
Charish your MOM those of you who still
can, She'll always there to give you a hand
you'll stand tall, and strong in all you do....
a word of thanks to MOM is said so few.
Thanks be to god for a MOM like mine
They're so hard to find in these days and time.
MOM I LOVE YOU
Before reading this one, please read one and two, it will help you make sense of the tale.
I became startled when the car came to an abrupt stop. Ricky reached into the bag and pulled me out again. I have to admit it was good to feel the light shining through my glass. There was also something comforting about Ricky's little hand wrapped around my neck. I'm sure if I was human that might be an entirely different experience. Ricky hopped out of the car and ran towards the front door of his home. I am not sure how to describe it. The house was more like half a house, they lived on one side and another family lived on the other. The building was not fancy, except two large picture window and several small ones the building was all brick. To the left of their home there was what looked like a vacant lot which was more a hole in the ground with a pathway rocks and trees. I could see other kids playing there and it looked like they had built a fort of sorts. It looked like a whole lot of fun.
I'm not sure when it happened, but who really does when it comes to such things. I began to hear Ricky's thoughts. Some of them were beyond the capacity of a mere Soda Pop like myself to understand. It was almost as clear as how you might see through my glass. I must say that it made my simple existance a whole lot more interesting. As Ricky's mom unlocked the front door I could see a staircase to the right and there was a living room to the right where the picture window was. The wall separating the two homes was made of concrete cinder blocks painted a creamy colour. Ricky ran towards the wall then left past a dining area to the kitchen. He jumped up on a stool to reach the kitchen tap. I don't know why but I really liked the stainless steel sink and the shiney chrome tap with a single lever. Ricky liked it because it felt like a gear shift in a car. He pushed it forward and filled me up with water. What a refreshing feeling although I must admit I missed the feeling of my bubbles and the colour orange.
The adventure of Soda Pop will continue, thanks for reading.
Hope is a wide-eyed toddler
happily drooling in anticipation
of once again taking tentative steps,
swaying sideways, staggering,
down on bruised
only to be back and up again
on fumbling tiny feet,