Through the eye of the needle
Not to the left or the right
Dodging both on the comets tail
I streak into the light
My last wish out in front
As words melt in a fiery contrail
And with only one question
To weaken my heart
With only one thing to know
The seasons entwine
All beanstalks are felled
With the exit signs all aglow
I crash through the doubt
Releasing new hope
My affirmation now to reign
And look ever further
Beyond my scope
As my senses become untrained
I feel the loose pieces
Start to come off
A new lightness here abounds
The last burden has lifted
Burning bright in my wake
Crossing over—turned around
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Categories:
beanstalks, light,
Form: Rhyme
Her parents use to read her Fairy Tales
she remember their voices…
their joy…
their laughter
which is why, she imagines, she grew up
believing in happily ever after.
She believes in bears that talk…
in trees that dance…
in wizards who can fly...
She believes a kiss can turn a frog into a prince
She believes in castles in the sky…
She believes in dragons who breathe fire…
She believes some mice may be blind
She believes witches can be beautiful
and ogres can be kind
And today, now that she is old
every night when she closes her eyes in bed
she still believe in magic lamps…
in beanstalks
and houses made of gingerbread.
And when she opens her eyes every morning
she smiles wondering how her parents knew…
how happily ever after her life would turn out
how Fairy Tales do come true.
Categories:
beanstalks, dream, happy,
Form: Verse
I will meditate upon the sunshine,
Though its noonday heat could find me forlorn,
I shall dwell upon happy hyacinths,
Drying, undying from yesterday’s storm.
I will close the curtain on past’s sharp swords,
Its cruelty full meant, spilling so free.
On clouds of prophetic pessimism,
A dark black forest of winter stripped trees.
I will walk barefoot in nature’s soft grass,
Sing joyous songs that are borne in the air,
Listen to laughter of chortling children,
Fast growing beanstalks with hopes for life fair.
I will meditate upon the sunshine,
For it shines His loving light upon me.
Categories:
beanstalks, analogy,
Form: Sonnet
Through the eye of the needle
Not to the left or the right
Dodging both on the comets tail
I streak into the light
My last wish out in front
As words melt in a fiery contrail
And with only one question
To weaken my heart
With only one thing to know
The seasons entwine
All beanstalks are felled
With the exit signs all aglow
I crash through the doubt
Releasing new hope
My affirmation now to reign
And look ever further
Beyond my scope
As my senses become untrained
I feel the loose pieces
Start to come off
A new lightness now abounds
The last burden has lifted
Burning bright in my wake
Crossing over—turned around
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Categories:
beanstalks, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
Through the eye of the needle
Not to the left or the right
Dodging both on the comets tail
I streak into the light
My last wish out in front
As words melt in a fiery contrail
And with only one question
To weaken my heart
With only one thing to know
The seasons entwine
All beanstalks are felled
With the exit signs all aglow
I crash through the doubt
Releasing new hope
My affirmation now to reign
And look ever further
Beyond my scope
As my senses become untrained
I feel the loose pieces
Start to come off
A new lightness now abounds
The last burden has lifted
Burning bright in my wake
Crossing over—turned around
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Categories:
beanstalks, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
The Magic Land
There is a magic land I know,
Where Dragons fly and Giants grow,
Where rainbows hide a pot of gold,
And Leprechauns grow very old.
Elves can fire their arrows true,
And Witches put a spell on you,
Owls can talk, are very wise,
Beanstalks reach up to the skies.
Gnomes win battles with their swords
Fairies give out nice rewards,
Pixies like to mess around,
While Ogres stamp upon the ground.
There’s talking rabbits and giant bees,
And Pirates rule the seven seas,
Unicorns with healing blood,
This magic land is childhood!
Categories:
beanstalks, childhood,
Form: Light Verse
Through the eye of the needle,
Not to the left or the right
Dodging both on the comets tail
I streak into the light
My last wish out in front
As words melt in a fiery contrail
And with only one question
To weaken my heart
With only one thing to know
The seasons entwine
All beanstalks are felled
With the exit signs all aglow
I crash through the doubt
Releasing new hope
My affirmation now to reign
And look ever further
Beyond my scope
As my senses become untrained
I feel the loose pieces
Start to come off
A new lightness now abounds
The last burden has lifted
Burning bright in my wake
Crossing over—turned around
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Categories:
beanstalks, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
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Categories:
beanstalks, computer,
Form: I do not know?
I have seen Millennia in
and now its twenty fifty
I somehow made my century
rejoycing with my family.
It has passed it seems
in the mere eye blink.
Now I remeninsce
held close in loving arms
Festivity floods the senses
stores groaning with toys.
Butchers laden with meat
people scurrying hither and thither.
Shop fronts all lit up
with flashing decorations.
Children's eyes on beanstalks
wish lists growing bigger.
Fridges crammed to the brim
with tempting tasty treats.
Good will for neighbours
as carol singers carousol.
Mothers sweating over stoves
as Dad mixes up eggnog.
Presents colourfully wrapped
adorn Christmas trees feet.
At end of day, happy faces
and a few groaning bellys,
people falling into bed
T'is all done for another year
written 12/12 /2010
contest Christmas past, present or future
Categories:
beanstalks, christmas, giving, happiness,
Form: Verse