583 babies in England last year named Yahya
Gasp! – in memory of Yahya Sinwar
the vilest form of humanity…
594,094 were not
~ a whole hell of a lot
Categories:
adjusting, baby, england, how i
Form: Rhyme
Above the skies, below the seas,
a universe beyond what’s seen.
A caterpillar learns to fly,
two cells unite to form an “I”.
Uncountable seeds to clothe the earth,
feeding life, expecting birth.
My each day examination,
adjusting to His explanation:
Myself evolving to become
closer to the Master’s plumb.
Categories:
adjusting, appreciation, bible, birth, change,
Form: Rhyme
Extreme heat, mild hail at night, questions
But at dawn, those venturing at 5, see signs
That autumn is rolling in like a ball of yarn
A challenge to equanimity, healing Shalom,
For the human condition urges overthinking
With God's gift beside me, I breathe, I breathe
Categories:
adjusting, angst, bible, jesus,
Form: Free verse
To accept and absorb the grief
Of something that only you complete
That soft touch that element of care
My soul longs for your touch
The way you saw and made me see
Adjusting to the ache of silence
Pushing through the storm and the rain.
The quiet before the storm
That embrace to quieten my beating heart
The things we share become a part of us.
You were soft beautiful and bright
You were my guiding star on a moonless night
I will survive and endure and fall to my knees
Adjusting to the silence only if I could see you
once more.
I toss and turn in my dreams
like the wind that tosses a flame,
I will cover the light with my two hands
so that you can burn bright and walk in light
Till I stumble into your embrace
To quieten my beating heart
Adjusting to the silence
like a leaf falling with the breeze
To ease the pain of raindrops falling on ears
with sounds of heartbeats.
25.08.2020
Cold- Quiet Now
Categories:
adjusting, song,
Form: Lyric
gloaming of the sun
stuns when it opens its eyes
— ever changing mind
5/29/2018
Categories:
adjusting, weather,
Form: Haiku
Politicians say things which seem so strange
They tell us we need to adjust to change
The reason America is in this big rut
Congress convenes with their heads up their butt
Meanwhile we try to do what they say
We are adjusting to change, it’s what’s left of our pay
They are overtaxing the middle class
And kissing everyone else’s (you guessed it)
I’m tired and angry, feeling betrayed and upset
I haven’t met an honest politician yet
If he were honest he couldn’t get re-elected
The machine has the winners pre-selected
While they are lining their pockets with gold
We have been brainwashed to do what we’re told
You ask me what’s got my goat?
It’s the choices we have when we go to vote.
Categories:
adjusting, angst, political
Form: Rhyme