May your life hold memories as treasures compiled.
I hope each day favors your smile with cause to show.
Remember, though grown, you remain my darling child.
Light will reconcile any darkness for you, dear child.
At times, troubles will rumble until firmly compiled.
Solutions as seeds will grow until they fully show.
Life is not a looped 'happy ending' show.
Be brave, strengthen faith and embrace joy, child.
A good life depends on beliefs compiled.
When beliefs are faith compiled, joy will show, sweet child.
Sarumino -BASHO MONKEYS RAINCOAT is unique in Renku ,the ancient collaborative form(36 stanza linked verse poems)with examples from Basho(and his disciples...)namely Winters First shower/Summer moon/Katydid/and Plum young herbs, considered to the most typical of Basho's mature style conveying his attitude to life & compiled during his 1689 'Back Roads' pilgrimage ,the translator/editor adds both a cultural commentary for each stanza therein and an index of informative notes thereto
A haikuist was Matsuo Basho
his masterwork,Kasen *you know
He practiced this long poetic sequence
a 36 stanza poem recited in length
*www.jstor.org/stable/2718744
—Where the Verb Fell—
Forgive me, honey; I was beguiled
by love’s high masque, and thought my soul might rise;
yet “falling” was the word that fate compiled
beneath the honey’d treason of thine eyes.
I fell—and with me fell the sovereign mind
that once could bridle blood and master fate;
my wisdom, armed against all humankind,
lay disarray’d and supplicant at thy gate.
The sages cried, “Hold horses!”—yet I rushed
where angels pause, and heard my reason’s knell;
love, which should crown me, left my spirit crushed,
and made a velvet vacancy of hell.
So let the phrase stand: I fell in love—and fell;
no gain ascended from that fall but hell.
Shakespeare toiled over double trouble the steam rose from the water in the marsh as the cauldron bubbled, shreds of spirit bound steam tickled ruddy cheeks and sought interminable refuge in the heat, the night rolled over us the stream went silent, the palaver in the morning is of the bead steam-driven and compiled.
Can I say enough?
Compiled and ranked by importance:
Crucial for hot fudge
Companionable with nuts
Chip components of the 20th century's greatest invention - the chocolate chip cookie
Captivating to lovers
Conflicts have been fought over it
This is a nicely compiled book of flowing poems
of a poet who is as ordinary as you and me.
In the meadow of crimson heart lively passion stems,
you need to turn the tender pages to see.
When alone recite aloud the poems of this book,
you’ll hear the music of your resounding emotion,
as made by the dancing waters in a baroque brook.
You’ll drown your despair in the eddy of elation.
The sunrise spectrum will color your bland sky,
in gloomy days you’ll see the fervent future gleam.
To the halcyon horizon like a beguiled bird you’ll fly,
in the quiet bay of blissful poems you’ll swim.
As you walk listless through the dismal pathway
if at times life’s drudgery drags you down,
open the book and on its pragmatic pages you stay,
the poems will uplift you, this book you must own.
Yesterday Deborah and I held a miracle in our hands….
William…a baby born only a few days before….
It’s amazing how one so tiny and new
can make two old hearts soar.
The wonder of the moment was not lost on Deborah…or me
as Baby William was but 4 days old…while we are 73.
We sat with baby William’s and his dad
in their front yard…under a tree…
Deborah cradled him in her arms…
I rested his head upon on my knee.
As we felt the warm embrace of the heavens
while the sun shining overhead smiled
we wondered in his four days
what kind of memories William has compiled.
Secretly we wished…this baby in our hands
will be lucky enough to be
living in a caring accepting, and compassionate world…
where everyone is free…
This was our wish for 4 day old William…
It’s the world we’d love for him to see.
A miracle we continue to hope for…
even at the age of 73.
A miracle we hope not only for William but for all babies…
across all mountains, rivers and lands…
One miracle we wished for yesterday…
while cradling another miracle in our hands.
Intelligent
are elephants,
not negligent.
African herds
are killed for tusks -
cruelty loud heard.
Asian giants
lost habitat
to growth tyrants.
Family styled,
elephant hearts
are love compiled.
Despite great strength
they gently love
their long-life length.
Stop evil shoots,
grant living space,
and pray peace roots.
COMPILED CONCEPTS
telling
examples
formulate
the exemplar
of
passionate
the
commemorative
consequences
emeshed
in
a superannuated
assortment
of
the stalwart
edifice
enlisted
with distinction
Lighting up their world for charm
Newly or fully.
In those unsure, bashful ways.
More provocatively.
Adding up to does each phase
Girl to woman smiled
A lifetime in a month of
The moony-compiled.
I don’t like cake, nor cupcakes.
I’ll eat it, but if it’s my only option.
I always kind of wondered why I don’t like it; I thought I was maybe just too picky.
Despite not liking it, I’ve baked many;
Each covered in icing, and the occasional sprinkles.
I’ve tasted every single one I’ve made over the years, slowly growing to resent it.
Maybe it’s because of excessive birthdays, or maybe because it’s just not a special treat anymore.
My father and I would bake together,
Always excited to mix together the ingredients, putting on my tinkerbell apron.
I look back at the many photos compiled of myself baking, always just me. Alone. Were we really spending time together? Bonding?
I don’t remember my father being around while I whisked away, just the moment captured in a picture.
Ode to the Ocean
All-encompassing, a vast blue might,
Billions of droplets, reflecting light.
Coral castles, where sea creatures roam,
Deepest trenches, a mysterious home.
Ever-moving, with rhythmic sway,
Fresh ocean breezes, greet each new day.
Glistening surface, a mirror so clear,
Haunting echoes, for all who draw near.
Immense and ancient, full of lore,
Joyful dolphins, leap from the shore.
Kelping forests, where life can thrive,
Luminous plankton, keeping dreams alive.
Mysteries hidden, in depths unknown,
Nature's grandeur, beautifully shown.
Onward currents, tirelessly flow,
Pristine waters, a mesmerizing glow.
Quiet whispers, from waves on the sand,
Rich biodiversity, across every land.
Salty essence, a taste of the wild,
Tidal surges, powerfully compiled.
Underwater wonders, a breathtaking sight,
Vast and vital, shining so bright.
Wild and free, where horizons extend,
Xenial waters, where life entwines.
Yearning spirits, forever it calls,
Zephyrs dancing, as each wave falls.
Life is still being fair to every person
Walking all roads toward destination
No matter they are circuitous or plain
And mind not the yields joy or pain
Lives suchlike yours and mine appeared
As to be bracketed quotes of comments
Made by yet to be known forces we share
Once compiled as being a book presents
As seemed the most accurate words chosen
And the most vividly truth has explained
No matter they are circuitous or plain
Once visualized as being pictures shown
As seems the most reasonable lines drawn
And the most pretty colors are painted
It's the most common truths are recorded
And the most precious piece of arts coined
For us being together to read and comprehend
With thankfulness and loving feelings keen
God, who never gives us more than we can bear…will always make a way for our over-whelmed souls to find relief. Amen. And we press-on.
He said…
he awoke…to find…
Tears…
streaming… his face
and wondered, but
even more than that…
yearned…to recall
the dream? the vision…?
that place…
Where his…
well-built, secure…
impenetrable …dam
which received and harnessed
the compiled agony…of
all…digested pains…
all his life…
had begun to …fissure.
Tears…
from sleeping eyes…ran…
free of constraint
billowing forth from pent-up…sores…
unhampered by objections
escaping from, alas…a man!
Waters…
which only once before
in his entire living
so long ago yet, while awake
…had he bore.
And…
he pressed to remember
the…local
not consciously…no, never
consciously…!
but to imagine that
unconscious moment’s ember
When God…
in His Great Mercy…reached
releasing the grievous
accumulation of cruel,
oppressive, stagnated…
waves …
ere…that which his soul
could no longer bear
…Tears
Ps 126:5, Ps 56:8, Ps 30:5
©jmsbell 9/03/22
Love is a kaleidoscope of colours
Dawn of spring after each winter season
A glass of champagne to uplift my spirit
Hand in hand
Love came to me like a warm fire
To greet the warmth with her kiss
Euphoric in joyous bliss
Twin flames ignited by a cosmic bond
Through amorous dreams
In a peaceful repose.
Ten lines compiled from ten poems of mine: -
1. If I Could Love Thee
2. What Love Means
3. A Romantic Setting
4. Sightseeing
5. Eternal Love
6. Apricity
7. A Lifetime
8. Soulmates
9. Romancing The Silver Screen
10. The Sound of Rain
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