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Dawns a courtroom closing in on midday, and a cheery sun
uncovering its place being less demanding--a sage who
dons sufficiently in her vocation that imparts one who bears
a respectable position, and one of a high office--so without
delay, the judge withdraws to his chambers for consultations
with the defense attorney and prosecutor, et al., she then
advances towards the lone defendant from her private seat
in the gallery--an officer of the court, immediately takes
notice of her movements and in anticipation presented her
with a chair for her pleasure--the defendant who sees her,
respectfully stands, whereto, she politely informs him that
he may remain seated and air him in a one-sided
conversation being the soul speaker, and he as the soul
listener. Albeit, exceptions to that disclosure evolved at the
end as there is cause for the conversation to become ironic.
*The opener of My Short Story: White Lies, in two parts; I'm
afeared of old habits unchanged as alit surface, amid dim, and
aligned depth of mired cliché, sways a gavel 'ere ...
Categories:
consultations, appreciation,
Form: Other
Concentration,congregations,communications
illustrations,consultations,relations
persecutions,sanitations,punctuations,hesitation
revised,surmised,surprised in a disguise
The reality is known, system re-booted
salute, population expansions
weather changes, climates are changing
social sites exploring, overloading in errors
sharing, caring, giving back
homemade tasks, ideas forwarding
showing, make known
groups of gatherings
experiments abroad
laughing full of joy
a world, the Eagles soar
Precious moments
tender sounds
alerts notification
concentration,meditation
exercising, food preparation
In a given moment
each day is lived.
Note: The world is not waiting on time. Changes occur. Love, be of peace. Be kind. Trust in GOD. Taking one minute at a TIME.
Be safe. Stay safe.
Categories:
consultations, america, change, environment, world,
Form: Free verse
Patterns gleam in the sun
Threads lie side by side
Or criss-cross
In intricate patterns
Like individuals intersecting
Within the family
Each dependent yet separate
Blues, reds, greens and yellows complete the rhythm
Any strand pulled from this parade of colors
Reveals a gap in dreams unfulfilled
How I love you,
My middle child,
You are the elegant pendant
Dropping gracefully
From our necklace’s mid-point
Giving meaning to our chain of life
How I love you,
My middle child,
You are the glue
Within life’s weavings
Irrepressible giggles erupt in play with older sister
Whispered consultations emerge from pillow sessions with younger brother
Bridging, always bridging
Giving, always giving
Know, my middle child,
Those stirring fears
Of being in between
Are fleeting ghosts
Your constant beauty shines
Like the lighthouse globe
Signaling to all
Your presence
Rejoice in your role,
My middle child,
Imagine a shimmering reflection pool
Whose immutable colors
Expand and multiply
You are vital to a whole
That is greater than its parts
And you are loved deeply
Happy Birthday, Maureen
Love, Mom
September 27, 2014
Categories:
consultations, anxiety, birthday, blessing, child,
Form: Free verse
“The Fixer”
While clearing gutters of the autumn leaves
I was pushed by a wintery stiff breeze
Falling from ladder, by freak circumstance
Crumpling into flatness by haphazard chance
I felt a beer can directly under me
Memory of him, forever would be
For my Grandfather had tossed it there last
Discovering it flat, from days past
From bikes and cars, to rusty door nobs
As to how to fix their thing-a-ma-bobs
All would come for his consultations
For he was the fixer, of all contraptions
While others would tinker for hours into night
Grandfather would always have the divine light
Scarcely even did anyone ever say
That Grandpa needed more time than a day
He was a helper, a handyman, a friend
Sadly he died of his drink, come the end
Categories:
consultations, addiction, grandfather, thank you,
Form: Rhyme