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My Adoration to Archangel Michael
Oh Archangel Michael, receive my adoration!
Thou who are hailed as “Defender of Faith”
Fight for me against malicious being & malignant wraith
Cover me with God's blue ray of protection
Be my ardent armor at times of trial & temptation
With your shining sword, cut me from the chains of the devil
From Canadian Rockies at Banff, make haste when my soul is in peril!
-02/01/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Angels Collection
If I could choose a moment,
To be my eternity,
It would be that one,
Sitting above the Bow River,
On that high Banff perch,
Above the Rocky Mountains.
And your head on my shoulder,
A gentle weight, a whisper of trust,
Underneath the vast, open sky,
Where time slowed to a tranquil crawl,
And the world held its breath,
In reverence to our fleeting, infinite embrace.
The Bow's waters shimmered below,
Their melody a lullaby to our souls,
As we traced the contours of the mountains,
With fingers intertwined, hearts entwined,
Lost in the beauty of the present,
In the grandeur of the now.
The Rockies, ancient sentinels,
Stood guard over our moment,
Their peaks kissed by the setting sun,
A masterpiece of nature's design,
But it paled in comparison,
To the masterpiece we created,
In that eternal moment,
With your head on my shoulder.
Once I purchased a book about
Total Recall
It might be of
Re-cap-i–tulation
Rum-i-nation
Or glorious immigrant stories….
But I failed to reach even
a library spot…
Too high a ladder.
Your ablution will falsify
Your ebb and flood tides
In Between, O Bed-Win!
In MS-DOS!
Hodge Podge!
Just Because!
Reading
is a nutmeg , seals
ap-Pen-Di-x
It sits in Perth-e-Non
For no good reason, hypertension.
And I silenced the speaker
TBD Key note narrator.
To-get-her
In the kingdom of ladies’ purses
Courses, topics and item songs too.
Never found a Trace lagos
Other than the fact that
He, too is a fire-fighter
Who was a gifted
“The God of small things.”
Passed souls. Pious. Tranquil eyes.
O! I adore ex-IT!
Just because
Ed-it-Ed
Is in void.
Voided.
Ban-n-ed
In Banff.
Muslim clerics
Said
Supposedly
C0-ED
As If
Maw
In
Maw-Rita-nia
In Mahmoud Darwish’s life, Jaded.
Glory in Faded, dim-lit stone, enlighten-ed!
Anyone? Someone?
Ahoy mates!
Savior?
Reverie? Ben-Hur?
Is there anyone alive out there?
Can anyone hear me?
Of the places of wonder, to travel and wander
I would return once again to the chasms of time
Banff National Park is the jewel in the crown
On the rim of the world where pure silence is found
and the edge of a glacier where white peaks have climbed
Where eyes are astonished and cloistered we'll find
a lake, named Louise, ringed with forest and trees.
The beauty is cradled beyond one's belief
Where centuries seep through the cracks in the ice
and monuments melt much faster than light
Enlightened are those who will come to respect
each breath-taking view, every chance to reflect.
Gaunt pines have climbed, on ridges that sigh
with spokes of long fingers that reach to the sky
It seems that their branches are stars we can't find
With reverence, unspoken, while throats swell in pain
In gratitude, for magnitudes of nature's refrain
My breath is unable to shape a weak voice
or rejoice in the miracle mere mortals will find
I will stare out and marvel at the bright early morn
as I hear my heart beating, and my soul is re-born
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2/18/16 For "Take A Vacation" Contest
Sponsor: Lin Lane
Splashed carelessly aside
poised, patiently resisting
every earthen pull. Only you reside,
carved statuette persisting
tethered on stony mountain tops
asking much of fortunes favor.
Catching crisp sunlight, life stops
upending sensibilities; labor
like your brother Banff. Capture
all the beauty of the world,
record it for the rapture.
Sunday, January 17th, 2016
OUR FAMILY VALLEY
Mountains strong withstand the turmoil,
Protect our valley from the storm.
The river makes a fertile soil
And seedling trees can start to form.
The slopes are crowded with the trees
And their pine scent fills our valley’s breeze.
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NOTE:
Moraine Lake in Banff National Park always
reminded me of a family of father, mother, and children.
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Written for John Freeman’s Contest “A Nature Verse”
( syllables 8 8 8 8 8 9 )
TOP TEN MOST BEAUTIFUL SIGHTS I HAVE SEEN
Photo of my wife holding a rose
Some years ago in a hotel in Tallinn, Estonia. . . . .
My newborn children all red and bright-eyed.. . . . .
My 12 year old daughter present-hunting
In her robe early on Christmas morning.. . . . .
My two small sons and the cat all fast asleep in one bed
And three noses just poking out of the blankets.. . . . .
Actress Elizabeth Taylor playing
The role of Rebecca in movie “ Ivanhoe”.. . . . . .
Fiery colors in autumn forests in Montana near Butte.. . . . . .
Early spring on the still-snowy Banff-Jasper Parkway, Alberta.. . . . .
The Northern Lights seen from high up the Canadian Rockies.. . . . . .
Winnipeg at night seen from 30 000 feet in an aircraft.. . . . . .
Saturn in a telescope, all silent, still and majestic.. . . . .
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Written for Adeleke Adeite's Contest "Top Ten"
I met a spicy young lassie
on the road from Banff to Buckie
Her eyes were full of sparkle.
I thought I might get lucky.
Polite chit chat over cola.
With a nip of apricot brandy.
Her demeanor and wit quite trendy
yet, keeping composure handy.
The short of my story is this.
I married that lass in the spring.
Her eyes are still full of sparkle.
No longer a bird on the wing.
We met between Banff and Buckie.
Now an old married lady in Leith,
as Edinburgh casts its shadow,
her tenure is framed in gold leaf.
© Apr 16 2011 CGH
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