I did not know how silly I could be about a computer game
Until I discovered Word Chum\ – which is the actual name
Your chum can be purple, red, blue, orange or silver too
He or she can look like an angel, a cat, or a weird kind of shrew
All it takes is money, and you can dress your Chum out well
I have spent hundreds of real dollars on this, I guess I am ill
The object of the game is like scrabble, with insightful strategies
You can throw in your tiles and get new ones, but it takes more than please
You have to spend real money to get the Word Chum coins you see
I do not mind, because there are several really intricate “strategies”.
You can keep some tile, and throw in others, or you can ask for a hint.
There is a method to my madness, as a gamer I am no skin-flint.
I have spent hundreds of dollars, and I do not mind at all.
I have had best game of the week for nine years running as of this fall.
Competitive? You bet, but I did not know it until I discovered this game.
Call me Intense Type A champion; I will never be the same.
I searched laboriously for you in the cold winter rains,
shivering from the shallowness.
I chased you on the hot, sultry days of summer,
feeling your presence hovering over me like a winged angel
with a message from God.
I felt you change me during the reflective, transitional days of fall,
with a promise of better times and abundant colors and joy.
I found you, though, quite unexpectedly in spring blossoms.
In my newness of life, for the first time, I felt whole.
Discovering Light
Cry Ugly shame lost its power
Shame was regret…
Buying into malicious judgment I wasn't good enough…
He knew I was more than good enough… I gave all I was capable of…
He loved me because I gave 100%… even when my 100% fell short
He channeled his disappointment and hope through his poetry.
Discovery emerged reading his heirloom book… regret quickly segued into shame.
Shame perfected as a child… stepping stones used to set my foundation
Decades devoted to unraveling the source… reflected in the dark strands of thread woven in my tapestry
Oblivious of the light, silver and gold spun adjacent to and translucent overlay… changing the tapestry's initial designation.
Sherry Barton
April 13,
To invoke God’s grace, we slow down life’s pace,
that we may cognise each offered surprise,
beholding in wonderment bliss beats rise
in the cave of our heart, soul’s dwelling place.
On recognising life is not a race,
we distance presence from the web of lies
spawned by lower mind, whence our ego dies
and then we see our true Self, face to face.
Our true being rests outside space and time,
made in God’s image, resplendent with light,
in ineffable peace, feeling complete,
renewing within itself bliss beat’s chime,
consciousness aware in drunken delight,
with pure intent emoting its love tweet.
Each day I exclaim,
display my satisfaction.
Have I found a solution
to my prickly problem?
Or have I found that rather nice town?
It's in California - right there,
on the arm of the Pacific.
A lovely place to be.
I might come across a wonderful alloy
made of copper and nickel.
It has a high electrical resistance,
and is quite cool. So cool.
Do I exclaim in order to praise
a town that's so good to be in,
a piece of metal that's so, so cool?
Ah, it is so. Eureka! Eureka! Eureka!
(24 Aug 2023)
He discovered a little girl lying in his bed.
Shh! He told his wife. She is sleeping like the dead.
Baby bear wanted to sneak a peek at the human too.
Look said Mama Bear. What a cute tiny shoe!
Goldilocks woke up and was startled to see
Three grizzly bears winking at her, smiling with glee.
She had no idea how kind they all were and marvelously gay.
Running off without her shoes on this warm spring day.
A little story
told by someone
to make us grow up
Scratching the eggs
new eyes see the light
a world to be discovered
I discovered Agatha Christie, the author, when I was eleven.
I started out with “And then there were none”
after seeing it made into a move “The Ten Little Indians”.
None of her other books seemed quite so over the top fascinating.
But, I kept reading them because she had a thrilling way with words.
And I had a love of reading mysteries and biographies.
To get your attention, I’d sing in the rain
I’d dance on the tracks and tease a freight train
Write a benevolent poem of grandiloquence, pining and craving for your amiable presence.
I’d win the lottery and give it away, then beg for change on a corner all day, to buy a rose to pin to your clothes, I’d have spent it all on you anyway
Then
When I have you
I’d fold you up, tear you apart,
stuff you in a bottle and cross my heart,
fling you to the horizon where all the waves start,
I’d patiently wait for you to return to me then,
I’d get to discover you all over again
From the moment of our birth
To the last breath we take on this earth
We are here for a purpose, not casually discerned,
Hopefully we discover it in life lessons learned.
That purpose includes a search for lasting peace
That our sense of brotherhood may increase,
We must accept our role in the cosmic universe
As we pursue narrow paths of serenity
Uplifting the Spirit in our small community
And treating every person we meet with dignity.
FIFTH PLACE WINNER
written January 19, 2022
for "Earth Life Purpose Poetry Contest"
sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
Ferrying in the ocean of my thoughts,
I happen to see the dreams that I lost.
All alone and sailing on an endless ocean,
Deafening screams emanating from my lesion.
A moonless night that takes me away,
With nothing but pain leading the way.
I see a glint of light,
A radiant bird in flight.
I row to the end of the tunnel long,
To find me in the mirror all along.
I see the smile that faded from my lips,
I miss my merry sojourn and trips.
I miss myself most of all,
The happy version who slew the demon, and stood tall.
Time the healer at work again,
Allowing cheer and happy thoughts to ingrain.
I smile this time with a resolve strong,
Never miss me for the rest of the journey long.
For nearly three decades
She had been ruthlessly explored
Losing her identity, her independence
Her man always looking at her
Through his own selfish lens
She awaited discovery
Finding the ‘Real Me’
His liaisons
And ways of fun
Further freezing the cold relationship
Now for him
An unlucky turn of events
Meant
Some flattery, some importance given to her
So, the other day he said,
‘Let’s go on a discovery trail.’
She, as per her habit, remained silent
Knowing perfectly well
The endeavour would fail
And so they went
Hundreds of kilometres away
He searching for
That missing connect
Forgetting that in any pact
Both parties are equal partners
Unlike what happens here
His words always dominating hers
Now they’ve come back
Without any success
Their relationship in the same mess
But she happy at being again closer to home
At home, at ease
Her nearly three years of self-discovery
Result of
A lucky turn of events
Giving her oodles of confidence
An obvious comparison
Between two men
She has finally found
Her source of joy
Oh Boy!
She has eventually discovered
As the world rightly notices
From her boundless glee-
The ‘Real Me’
Discovering Joy
Joyful day, His countenance shines,
cookies, milk minds youthfulness,
a bag for friends,
pace their path
benign.
Enlightened smiles illuminate,
for 'tis diverse bounty yields,
amidst friends,
and shared
Word.
Be naught dismay or troubled looks,
disarray or disaccord,
'tis time to yield
amazing
lives.
Descending sun tenders adieu,
glad tidings round families meal,
prayers said fresh memories dreamt,
joyful night, His countenance glows.
2020 August 28
I could barely sit through the rest of the meal,
could not wait to get home, and pull out my find.
You see I had seen his gill slits as he dashed under the creole
It was a dwarf lanternshark, a particular favorite of mine.
The date was not going all that well anyway,
There would be no follow up calls to this man with a bray.
My attention was now on my soup, and the replaceable teeth
of this darling little lanternshark, that I saw diving down deep.
I stopped moving my spoon, and took the rest of my meal to go,
could barely wait to get out, away from this blow hard I did not know
I had never before found a lantern shark in my soup.
I stopped on the way home to buy him a lantern sharp coup.
Written 12-17-2018 Contest: Shark in The Soup Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Let there be Light !
Let me show you the world
Through my eyes
See what underlies
The revolving sky's
Said the Pastor to the sheep
The future is bleak
When there is nothing left to be inherited by the meek
With the Planet bounding like a yoyo on a string
As it has run out of secrects worth discovering
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