Coral builds from bones
beneath blue light,
a quiet ledger
of vanished breath.
Polyps inherit
the calcified past,
layer on layer
of patient death.
Bright fish drift
through borrowed halls,
unaware of the cost below.
a living reef,
radiant, fragile,
the reef sings
in calcified breath,
an architecture of endings.
“This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper”
(T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men)
I guess the version of a bang
Is far more real, than the whimper’s
The hollow men and their gang
Are going to set the new clear winter
They'll get their long-desired perfection
In comforts of the underground
Believers will enjoy ascension
And all the rest will face the ground
Inhale the poisoned air and see
It’s late to cry when you get split
So whimpers time is now, shall we
Join their choir, or just leave it?
we need to recruit the choir of four
I thought we would need at least six more
It’s a huge church, and the mass is a big deal
Choir of four showed up on my statement’s heel
We are here to interview for the job they stated
I was amazed by their melodic tone, it was underrated
Can you be here on Christmas eve for three services? I asked
We would not dream of missing it, said their angel leader, Mrs. Mask.
As the early dawn begins its decent upon the morning skies,
A gentle spring breeze nestles HIS creatures much like a early alarm clock, bunnies, squirrels, robins, gather together as HIS loving flock..
Kids begin to gather with their moms loving hand leading them to the tall wildflower, wheat fields, listening for the concert of bird songs, blue jays, morning doves perched upon a weeping willows branch sunbathing in the morning rays..
This day The Lord has made, let us all pause from our crazy busy day, inhale deeply, close our eyes in for only a moment, for HIS creation is conducting a concert of heavenly sounds.
The wind, trees leaves rustling in the early morning breeze, ducks calling their mate searching for food, robins, cardinals, singing HIS praises, let our SOULS empty out their worries, sadness up to the Lord, exhale Joy, HOPE, LOVE…
When in doubt of FAITH, look around us, for GOD is in everything, just open your ears and your heart, you just might be touched by a bird’s magical song.
Green jelly beans taste so great
Onyx beads fancy on my braids
On my way to celebrate
Divine holiday Easter is great
Fuchsia dress and patent leather shoes
Ready to confess sins be renewed
In my heart of hearts I’m moved
Deeply by sermon’s teal truth
Anointed amber spiritual words
Youth choir singing in the church
In celebration, the choir
sings in unison,
sings in harmony;
we breathe together
with emotional intent...
vivid vibrations in space
surround all around.
My instincts coincide
with what I believe my attributes to be
People,
no more directly
you indirectly
Influence
what I mean to me
How I tend to move
What I tend to see
Not all the time
does our light shine together
But our average of sunny
Shines through
And weeds out
What I know
stagnation to be
Premeditation at the beginning
We always dreamt
What our lives could be
What together our lives could mean
Marching by our own sound
But when in silence
Meditation is key
Marching band on our side
I know the director
The director….
that’s me
TINY CHORUS
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choir of crickets
small chorus hidden in grass
summer’s fading song
Inexplicably silent in choir
being unusually quiet
not a word from me was heard
neither spoken nor sung
so as not to cause a riot
when jibes bad vibes at me were slung
and I was asked, 'Cat got your tongue?'
I replied, 'Here's the thing,
really and truly, I cannot sing,
it's been this way for all my years,
whatever it is I appear to hear,
and between my ears to me audibly sits,
tho' quite right there, when on the tongue's tip,
it's not the same music my mouth emits.'
There once was a sensitive vicar,
who said, "I'm not one to bicker,
but the peal of that bell,
makes me feel quite unwell,
and plays merry hell with my ticker."
An incensed old soul by the spire,
preaching incense-igniting to the choir,
exclaimed, "There is but one catch,
when striking a match,
don't set your surplice on fire."
A parson spoke from the nave,
"Spend all you can, do not save,
if you've spilled all the sands,
and still have time on your hands,
you can't take it with you to the grave."
A wise minister in the kirk,
enlightened, observed with a smirk,
"When it's dark out there,
put your hands in the air,
as many hands make light work.”
No Choir and Dire Horn Haiku
when could be choir
will no longer inspire
decide times dire
Speak the words in the bible
Cause them to be ever true
Speak life in times of trouble
Teach us to be happy not blue
'the angels sing a melodious sound
The heavenly choir, their voice they raise
Let's keep our feet on solid ground
And ask for blessings all of our days
What wonderful warmth
Weaves through my bones
Some mystic music
With healing tones
A summer waft
A sunshine snuggle
A hug so deep
Erasing trouble
If only I could bottle this
To keep it fresh
This cleansing balm
This wonderous mesh..
Connecting souls
Correcting ills
Blessing so full
It overspills
The world needs more -
This love strewn hit
To cure pandemic
Deficit
Yet here I rest
Tired eyes closed tight
While restful thoughts
Redeem the blight
A harvest
Doth my soul peruse
An ancient truth
Stills daily news
Join me, do
If you so desire
To find your heart's
Angelic choir
A harmony
That lives within
To quell the worldly
Heartless din
Peaceful corner
Comfy chair
Your favourite spot
I'll meet you there
I get my updates on the news
From certain magazines
And papers, which are quite in sync
With how my mindset leans.
Of course, their editorials
Make so much sense to me
That I can’t understand
How anyone could disagree.
However, there are outlets
For the news which do not jibe
With my beliefs, endorsing those
To whom I don’t subscribe.
I neither read nor listen to
These views, which I oppose
And likewise, they’ve no interest
In what my side might propose.
All those preaching to the choir
Know that time and time again,
They would trade the chance of open minds
To hear one more “Amen!”
Blue notes float like cloud
Singing Christmas tree I shout
Holy melody
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