Sitting here, blanketed, the night is so dark
I look through my window and up at the stars
But something is missing, my heart sends a cue
That something is someone, that someone is you
All that you are I'm just waiting to know
But what I know so far I hold in escrow
With compounding interest I've yet to realize
The fact that you're priceless I do recognize
When the wind blows across the meadow
And the tops of the flowers in waves
Of three syllables deposit to escrow
The name of my bluebird to save
She's not mine at the moment to access
But my time collects interest and grows
'Til the day I can withdraw my earnings
On that day to her then will propose
Marlene Dietrich was Berlin-born, but she despised the Nazis.
She studied violin, theater and poetry.
Her dreams of being a concert pianist was over when she injured her wrist.
She got her start on the stage in a chorus line.
Paramount pictures wanted her, so they wooed her.
Gave her a green Rolls-Royce Phantom II, in 1930.
She was known in the USA as a mysterious femme fatale.
She played several rolls as a cabaret singer.
German’s Nazi party offered her a lucrative contract.
They wanted her to return to Berlin and star in Nazi productions.
Marlene refused their offer and began selling war bonds.
Her $450,000 salary went into escrow to help Jews and dissidents escape Europe.
She was vocal about her beliefs, standing up for integrity.
She knew what was happening in Europe was wrong.
Few women are as brave, vocal or beautiful as Marlene Dietrich.
Many owe their ancestors’ lives to her.
You left us a sound recording of the pronunciation
but I'm guessing my ien from yang
with no written list to escrow
I'm blundering trying to shoulder this word game
and my reve of speakeasy fades
like Icarus without wings
I'm left floundering
on the mais we
You've jettisoned espere again
and I'm still guessing at my letters
I need a dentist to perfect my rolling R
Leasing eternity…
sorrowful joy
Rent paid in moments
death’s choirboy
Light deeded tenure
sight to regain
Conceptual escrow
—vision’s domain
(The New Room: June, 2022)
Today’s Short Poem
Miracle Man
6/12/2022
Into words, my innermost thoughts oft flow,
while some are held hostage in word escrow.
For words, once I’ve spoken, cant be retrieved,
So I cautiously speak leaving no one peeved.
I
Today, three years too late - almost - I read a short, insightful article by Daniel Henderson ("Holy Spirit ... Come? Or Control?" 2019(c) Daniel Henderson). I am so thrilled. I have good help in explaining New Testament theology.
II
Thank you Daniel come again
Yes. For me: Daniel has come again
To tame the lions of charismatic over-reach
Such because weak or new believers
Feel less, unless -
They join a bandwagon: "More, Spirit, more!"
Bandwagon Balderdash?
I said it, as a Poet, I wrote it
Last month already: "Jesus's best deposit" -
Holy spirit comes to indwell all as an escrow
Guarantee that Jesus claims us,
He will only leave if we leave LORD JESUS
No need to run all over, looking for more of the Most
Gentle, the Most
Holy Spirit
Of God
Also known as, GODS SPIRIT OF HOLINESS
III (Daniel HENDERSON explained):
" ...like other common elements of Christian vernacular, it [asking Spirit to come] is nit in the Bible. Nir is it a prayer consistent with the new covenant secured for us by the precious blood of Christ."
You do not know what you do not know,
devoid of thoughts your mind holds in escrow.
Missing breaths and short flickers of twilight
may induce your awareness to take flight.
Attention wanes, there is no afterglow.
Body intact, the mental functions go.
Notions remix in your brain's portmanteau
lacking needed emotional insight.
You do not know.
Like a bad dream where visions do not flow,
like when chaff from grain refuses to blow,
the void is that sidelined space satellite
circling, still circling unable to light.
Casting you in Alzheimer's blurred shadow,
you do not know.
August 8, 2021
Corrosion is a state of mind. You ask me how I know?
I dont need a signature? Virtue is my escrow.
I seal my solid ambitions. I work with them everyday.
Please dont get all confused with the words I say.
I cuddled with my demons. They want just what i got.
My subconscience working overtime to help dissolve the rot.
I attach the purpose just what am looking for?
My emotions contort with reality. That will settle the score.
Only You can save you. Align yourself with the truth.
Before long the corrosion is gone,
like you drank from the fountain of youth.
09.05.2019
Charlotte
Looking forward has blinkers fitted, to obscure the past.
Looking back has the future switched off, a tired play by retired cast.
Dreams ignore reality, littering your future with nonsense plots
Drawing threads from past, hope and fantasy, intertwined in lots.
What you hoped for can never be attained, if goals are set too high
But if you hope and strive for nothing, you will never jump up and try.
Headlong rush into change with no plans, disrupts and disturbs
Better an ordered smooth transition menu for change with curves.
Being resilient requires a concrete foundation of self-assurance
To overcome fragility, built on shaky, quavering self confidence.
To reap what you sow requires the ground to be prepared
Otherwise weeds, self-sown, will leave no shoot sown spared.
If you bumble and tumble along, no-plan vulnerable to winds that blow
Your life will lack purpose, with hopes on shelf, left escrow.
Government pull, that Combine loan
the tractor dealer to and fro,
where's the money, John Deere knows
the subsidy of Wall Street flow!
Just ask your neighbor where to go
the Senator "wheeler" bucks the grow
All margins ceiling writes the scroll
conditions peeling the escrow!
It's farmland feeling, plugged in toil
a hundred years held on to stow.
the usury cheat sons hug the roll
A mafia family taught us so!
The Godfather in green corn rows
with banks dried up, no more, no more
if "money talks" the language "owe"
must come to terms' all sites will blow
The souvenirs of love from long ago
are weighing heavy on my mind tonight;
my memories of when our love would glow
with fire and passion and the world seemed bright.
The newness of our union did create
the souvenirs of love from long ago
which now leaves my doubtful mind to debate
the failures made, and things I do not know.
Your abrupt departure was such a blow,
and leaving now my sad heart broken, and
the souvenirs of love from long ago
reminders of our life together planned.
I ask you why you threw our love away,
and left my heart pending in life’s escrow;
forever doubtful is my mind to weigh
the souvenirs of love from long ago.
January 25, 2018
Contest: One in Five
Sponsor: Joseph May
No Happiness Here Either
She loves me, she love me not, knots
As he picked the petals of her heart
Why the cold chill your heart sought
Your petals cold, damming my start
A river of tears cries from the sky
Mine, forever a rainbow lost a pot of gold
You, a commodity richer to my eye
Than blossoms of bosoms a smile behold
On your surface I lie in your meadow
Wandering sweet dreams held in lost escrow
connie pachecho
8/5/17
KILLED BY GI JOE
No now longer do feel low
Tide started coming in slow
And could feel its flow.
Seeds we had planted below
Sprang up and started to grow
Party we did through.
What was now in our escrow
Which one was a lot of dough
Ain't there anymo'.
I next wondered to and fro
Had became her handsome boo
Off then I did show.
Greeted great face which would glow
Together will always go
No longer eat crow.
Found myself fighting each foe
Was to become a big blow
Killed by GI Joe.
After reading a confessional
GI was not gastro-intestinal
This is bunch of bull.
Government Issue (GI) of course.
This is Seven seven five style
Horn haiku to enjoy for a while.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
I’m not certain when it happens.
When the high fidelity stereo of a youthful past
Drowns in the monophonic static of tomorrow’s responsibilities.
When cowboys and indians or cops and robbers
Become traffic tickets and the politically correct, Native Americans.
When the king of the castle ends up under a mortgage and tax escrow
Owned by bank and government alike for standing strong on a playground boulder.
When the real fear of catching cooties from the girls at recess
Gives way to the real fear of catching cooties from girls in your bedroom.
But it invariably does.
You wake up and notice something interesting about mirrors.
Your reflection isn’t there anymore.
That person doesn’t know that fruity pebbles taste better than bran flakes.
That pens and pencils are made for drawing, not writing checks.
And crayons are better still.
That person has forgotten that mornings are to be celebrated
And bedtime is another way of spelling tantrum time.
That person is a grown up.
And certainly, that person isn’t you.
Are they?
04/24/15
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