That evening star shining bright above,
Never wavering, my compass guide,
Assisting me through a darkening night
When I wavered in my journey north
Seeking a special place in life’s schema
After my affairs were in order, blessed,
I was to make my way home repairing,
Restoring what once was, I had missed
While beggaring about aimless and lost,
That evening star was always shining
Even when I could not see its glimmer,
Most likely, not wanting its direction
Floundering as I was, far from serenity,
Seldom aware that I was missing, adrift
In a careless and cruel world caring not
Until near bottom I looked up and saw
The future I could call my own, if only I,
If only I, could begin again with you …
That evening star shining bright above
Never wavering, never giving up on me.
Written September 20, 2022
submitted to: 2022 Marathon Mile 15
sponsored by: Mark Toney
POVERTY
penurious, needy
beggaring, needing, suffering
destitution, indigence; affluence, riches
well-being, succeeding, thriving
successful, robust
PROSPERITY
written January 17, 2022
Bare back home sweet home,
snuggled up with my gal Nezzy.
We whoop it up with revelry
in blue and green pastures.
Crunching apples and carrots -
no more beggaring for treats.
My former master nods, as
we pass on streets of gold.
She admires me and smiles,
then gallops into time and space.
No more barns, fleabag beds;
No restraints — it’s the living end.
Plenty of room to roam with friends.
The muscles of this horse in full tide.
My mane ebbs and flows so clean.
My hooves like a clanging train.
Snuggled Up with my gal Nezzy.
Bare back home sweet home.
3/11/2020
Michelle Faulkner’s Some Paradise Where Horses Go Contest
Just recently my father told me it's time
Hey Son, amend such destruction abound
Surface fuelled antenna your mind will become
Out of the black into the blue will be you
Please admire the surrounds your now in
Beggaring belief that it was their sanctuary be
Chances, they've had chances, look now
Is this what's left, please tell thee!
Indeed father, all I'm seeing is destructive spread
Selected twisted torn amidst lifeless strewn
No care for around or even family born
Iconic, their iconic having lost their groomed
Tell me, what shall I do for it's always your blamed
Firing salvo's South and yet your cast aside
It matters no more Son, for I'll ever be shamed
I'm just a fallen Angel, of which they can't abide
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