Uphill battles are won and lost in the crosswinds
Gusts of defiance brazenly slap across the terrain
If a path is forged it must be carved with a machete
Steppingstones nothing but laughable afterthought
This must be faced with uncharacteristic courage
The wind howls a chorus of unseen dissent
Blistered hands carve will from the wild
The earth unyielding resists with taunts
Testing the weight of every step’s intention
No storm can drown a relentless heart
No vines can choke a mindset on ascent
Step by step against the crush of fate
The summit waits for nobody so I climb
Categories:
crosswinds, perspective,
Form: Free verse
Grief lasts for a little while.
Its hurt does beguile.
Nightmare’s fog released, ‘where am I’
A torrential fracture of the sky.
Indeed the steps, you can’t deny,
as you’re not ready to say goodbye.
You still feel the hand you held
Now two minds of loved ones meld.
Denial is a named storm,
thunder and lightning forms.
The rain will not abate —
racehorse is out of the gate.
Anger crosswinds erupt.
Sirocco cursings abrupt.
The perpetrator served on a platter.
Onto anyone in the way it will splatter.
Bargaining, a gutteral plea for a sign.
Oft comes from grieved with a deadline,
sans stopping to smell the flowers,
though abounding with blessing’s showers.
Depression though butterflies flit about,
scents and does appear with shouts,
the grieved only wants to hold her or him —
the unending longing for a loved one is grim.
Acceptance, in mind-numbing closure,
can’t think too hard…maintains composure.
One can talk about him or her with smile
The truly hopeful believe in a meanwhile…
Heaven is truly the last step of grief.
It is the only appeasement that brings relief.
12/10/2021
Categories:
crosswinds, grief,
Form: Rhyme
I have the touch of viking in me
The spirit of the wild and free
I am the waterfall cascading
Across all nordic kingdom
My sovereignty undenied
I render lush abundance
Assuring joy to a parched land
Pride and glory to its clan
I am the gurgling source of life
That will not ever wither
I am Lin of the winds
The goddess of the meadows
I bring forth springtime’s magic
And the song of meadowlarks
I am Lin who hails from lands of reverie
Of the many crosswinds I am Lin
Read on air by invitation ~ January 9, 2022 'POETS HARBOUR'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on July 25, 2021
Categories:
crosswinds, freedom, history, nature,
Form: Free verse
winged flutterby
hovering in the
crosswinds
posted on July 1, 2019
Categories:
crosswinds, butterfly, nature, summer, surreal,
Form: Haiku
Light of illumination
filled the tiny vortex of my mind
A world colored river earth cloud and storm
Forestry crosswinds and fire
Ah natural madness beautiful madness
A sweet perfect chaotic choir
So I can drown snug in a sublime mire
And stand under waterfall of senses and bathe
Only to replenish the infinite orb of me
The glow of life this heavenly orb
Kept within everyone's old locket of sight
Then express I into free and walk into flight
With burdens plus pain hung from swift wings
Exploring portraying recording
The when and the being
Holding inside
Emotional spin time keep in heart beats
Thought sweeps and breath leaps
Yes forever in glide
Another man holding time
Using soul as a guide and breathing in deep
This life my soul reaps
Categories:
crosswinds, analogy, anxiety, art, assonance,
Form: Free verse
Woe Betide The Forgetful…
Though the body be weary and tired,
the soul burns with everlasting energy.
To where we have come,
much farther remains to go.
The Moses exodus;
Noah’s unchartered course;
pale the journey ahead.
Crisscrossing Middle Passage streams
put Bermuda Triangle to shame.
To hell and back carries much pain.
In the crosswinds of changing seas’ seasons,
we can no longer ponder where we go;
but to where we must inevitably be.
We can only be where we are to be;
because we were born to be free—
By any means necessary.
From sea to shining sea,
we shall be free.
Not like the shorn lamb
or possum player—afraid;
but like the Loin of Judah
and Cobra of Shiva,
we shall strike back.
Free at last begets bitter entombment.
Freedom now begets sweet resurrection.
Categories:
crosswinds, allegory, analogy, black african
Form: Prose Poetry
Felt the cold wind
Shivered in fear
Debris beat me down
Sometimes so alone
Sometimes so cautioned
Sometimes so unsure
How does one fight through such strange winds of life
Hurricanes of rage
Ripe me down
Break my soul
Force me to my knees
But in those crosswinds of need
You are there guiding me on
A beacon of love
A glaring light draws me close
Sometimes I stray from your safe arms
Sometimes I feel I need to do it on my own
Your love is strong
Your heart is pure
I know all I need is a pray and a dream
You shall see me through
My warm blanket in the coldest winds of life yet to blow
With me through out
I thank god for you
Categories:
crosswinds, appreciation, love,
Form: I do not know?
the rig sails on
the captain at the wheel
steel billowed crosswinds
and Willie's gruff twang
come back...maybe not flip-flop
rigs riggin' is sailin', movin'
waving goodbye to yesterday
I'm a stowaway into today
ahead is clear horizon
aft is crewed distant past
the ropes taut, creaking
and diseal's low rumble below
port is where we're headed
starboard is starry shafts
stern relentlessly unappeasable
riding the waves bowed
someday I'll tighten up
swigging the anchor line
laying roots off of route one
but at present, rig's tackin'
we're decked out directly
hauling freight, liners for
what in life we're lackin'
so, harden up to the wind
crestin' hill, descendin' trough
this rollercoaster ride of life
keeps sailin' on to skyline
just the mate 'n' the captain
© Goode Guy 2011-05-20
1 come back / flip-flop
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_CB_slang
2. swigging
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nautical_terms#S
3. harden up
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nautical_terms#H
Categories:
crosswinds, adventure, life, on work
Form: Free verse
Today as I sit quietly,
I am caught up in thoughts within,
And see myself sitting by the ocean,
As the waves are crashing in.
The sand is light and cool,
As it rises between my toes,
Much like my present thoughts,
Thoughts only the Lord knows.
The wind blows gently past me,
Yet there is warmth in my space,
As though wrapped in heavenly arms,
Keeping me warm in this special place.
The waves crash gently in,
In their rhythmic way,
Having an almost hypnotic affect,
Bringing about such peace this day.
The seagulls fly overhead,
Gliding upon the gusts of winds,
Much like when I stay on path,
And avoid the crosswinds.
Children run past me,
Laughing and sharing such joy,
A reminder of the life,
Which Christ would have each of us enjoy.
My thoughts had taken me back,
To a place where peace abounds,
A place of nature’s artistry,
A place where Heavenly Father’s gifts surround.
If I will only stop and open my eyes,
Or let my mind wonder back to where I have been,
I will experience the Lord’s lessons in every place,
And feel his ever-present guidance within.
Debra Downing
June 21, 2009
Categories:
crosswinds, peace, me, peace,
Form: I do not know?
The gray ghosts
of men
Stand tall
Throughout history
Inscribed in these clouds
Ride their chariots, ride
Through the crosswinds
Then, mark each
River with their golden wings
Categories:
crosswinds, imagination
Form: Free verse
You fall behind the maple so umber
Soon to close and slumber
Broadcasted light mesmerized
Like a painted picture accessorized
Shine your twilight still
This earthly chamber you fill
Your task is done for today
Tomorrow you shall begin another day
So timeless and taken for granted
The way you radiate it’s so enchanted
I fear without you our existence would be bleak
Upon a wondrous sunset streak
Red-orange kiss across a sky
to reminisce, and sigh
Lightly dusted with a violet trim
Slightly caressed pink brim
Distant parting birds vanish in the winds
gently pushed into natures crosswinds
Pastel painted from the heavens above
Sheer wonderment to the eye on a powdered blue sky
Our human chronicles measured by the gnomon
By our sides since the history of this phenomenon
Reflected, deflected and shimmering with balance
the sunlight behind the valance
Categories:
crosswinds, mystery, nature, science,
Form: Rhyme