I had glorious plans for my life.
Warm ink transforming blank pages,
destined to be a best seller!
I felt specially bound.
Printing press cranked out
a glossy-colored cover,
my name plastered
in bold black letters for all to see.
Signed inside by my creator
I only rested on the bookstore shelf
for three bitter hours
before someone adopted me.
Held gingerly each night by gentle fingers,
eagerly offering my very soul
until snores dropped me
on soft, disheveled blankets.
Word by word and line by line,
page by page, and chapter by chapter.
Night after night, I was dynamite
till shut tight.
Is that all there is?
I've slept for ten years now... in a box,
in a cobwebbed corner of a cluttered closet,
dressed up and no place to go.
I'm suffocating!
These silent pages, barren, white,
as still as any snow-filled night,
will come to life when dawn begins to breathe.
Then words, in fresh emotion caught,
like wind-blown leaves from limbs of thought,
drift down to paint the emptiness beneath.
In vivid colors, crisp and clean,
they whirl across the frozen scene
and circle in a poem like a wreath.
fall and excitement is in the air
looking forward to my first day at kindergarten
i'll ride my bunny off to school where
mommy told me i'll make loads of new friends
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I love the silence between words, because when I’m talking to her,
every time she stutters, my heartbeat waits for her words to make me alive again.
Every time she looks at me, I think that maybe she’s the one.
Every time I confess my love for her, her silence between the words makes me feel important.
Was she the one, or was I just overthinking?
Those silences between the words could make me impatient,
but when she’s silent, I get to look at her tender face, her mesmerizing eyes.
That’s the time when she’s not trying to fit into the class, or trying to be someone else.
That’s the time she is what I like — she was not like us.
That’s why I loved the silence between the words — because I never got an answer from it.
Today I’m grateful for anticipation…
that excited and happy feeling we get…
that smile that crosses our face
as we await a moment…a date in the future…
when we know something is about to take place.
It takes us back to when we were younger…
when we were little girls and boys…
when anticipation of the joy we will be feeling
was, itself, a kind of joy.
May we all be blessed to understand
how important anticipation is to every facet of our life
from our friends to our family…
How anticipation of a moment
not only makes the joy of that moment last a little longer
But enhances its memory.
Excitement building in anticipation
last night when getting dressed
late for a date and in a hurry
yet hoping to look my best
but in a flurry had to scurry
not paying close attention
when doing up my tight blue jeans
tho' it bears not repeated mention
I now know what misery means
zipped the zip fastener sadly far too fast
and not wearing a jockstrap
caught my privates badly in the zipper
also known as a ***** flytrap
To feel at peace
with other protagonists
in Earth's most generous creation narrative
May require forgiving past injustices
of the anti-religious antagonist within.
My MuseBody
needs to touch
feel
engage my SageMind
so my wealth-crowning SageWisdom
can perceive my health-rooted MusePleasure
Inside resonant
outside resilient
re-ligious revival climates
of peaceful mind/body communing
To feel at peace
with other Othered protagonists
engaging Earth's most generously creative
FlashWise SageMob
dance reweaving egoSage/ecoMusicality
voicing/choicing
bicameral co-intelligence.
Anticipation is like hitting a single
Expectation is like hitting a double
Participation is like hitting a triple
Revelation is like hitting a homerun
Sit with me
If you dare to partake
Delicacies suited for a king
Uncomposed melodies
that compel the heart to sing
Rays of the sun
wrestled from the sky
Secrets of wise men
upon whom I dared to spy
The moist anticipation
purchased from dreamers
with bated breath
Renewed energy reclaimed
after a moment of rest
The sweetness of honey
gifted by the bees
The gentle power of the forest
as trees chasing a summer breeze
If you dare to partake
Then sit with me
No moonlight lit the lawn last night.
Dark storm clouds hid the sky.
I stood, bereft of all that's bright
and wondered with a sigh,
why light is such a giving thing,
while darkness speaks of sorrow.
When morning comes, the sparrows sing
with joy enough to borrow.
But darkness serves to hide the deeds
of men whose hearts are cruel,
and brings a chill that will recede
in daylight's warm renewal.
So, if your night seems dark and long
and hope feels far away,
remember morning brings a song
and light, a whole new day.
Why do you stare in amazement?
Look closely-really look
Lines and wrinkles going this way and that
The sad legacy of an old man--you say?
Are those tears of sadness?
Come closer-really come
Lines and wrinkles going this way and that
The falling of a once-stately oak--you say?
Can you peer with reflection?
See clearly-really see
Lines and wrinkles going this way and that
Road maps of glory past and future--you say?
Dare you smile in anticipation?
Live wisely-really live
Lines and wrinkles going this way and that
The etched brilliance of wisdom and beauty--you say?
a torrential rain drenched us today
much needed some would say
now, after the chaos, settles the calm
while the sun casts its golden glow
on one and all like a warm coat of honey
and we recall how darn lucky we are
to be alive as we eagerly await
oncoming summer indulgences
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when the sun prepares to set
on a sunflower field that stretches
as far as the eye can see
magic's surely about to happen
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I slowly opened the envelope with hesitation. My repeated health test results would either reveal good news or bad news.
I had been praying, begging, and pleading to God for good news. I promised God that I would change my lifestyle. I promised God that I would become a better person.
I read the letter, line by line. I took a deep breath and exhaled.
My life was about to change.
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