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In an American primitive painting:
she fetches a pail from a well,
the bucket on her hip is full of
broken eagles,
wind turbines churn in the distance.

Corn fields are bundled together.
Drones hum like doves in the evening.
The art of moon-spinning
is practiced on front porches.
People make do with
transitory Amazon wants.

Most get caught by the faceless winds,
those rattling sighs that spread
the dry seeds
of dying crops.

Good Ideas

Like waves on the ocean,
good ideas have fetches.
They come having travelled
vast distances and stretches.
Their past is invisible 
and often unknown,
but when brought to fruition
are rarely outshone.

Ode to my dogs Buddy and Beau

Some other people’s dogs bite, snarl and snap like turtles on speed.
Our young puppy Beau dances, twirls, and bites his tail as if he’s on weed.
The other dog, Buddy, is a gentle giant, over a hundred pounds of love.
He was sent to us via a dumping, from angels who live well above.

It is no accident that God and Dog have the same three letters.
Beau, our deranged puppy is one of those romantic go-getters.
Being a retriever, he fetches everything – leaves, sticks, or a ball.
We are such dog people, we have four dog beds lying in our hall.

They might want to drink water, so we have six gray water bowls.
Buddy sits calmly while Beau digs enormous muddy burying holes.
They have personalities that keep us excited, they fill us with joy.
They want to eat our slippers and remotes, ignoring every dog toy.

Overcoming

Overcoming
The Victim Mentality
Written: by Miracle Man
3/17/2019

As God hath forgiven, HE commands of us the same,
So as we learn to be responsible, we become forgiving.
Our safety net's gone and there's none else to blame,
Without God's forgiveness, we're existing, not living.

Not forgiving is Satan's tool, always used to distract,
And thoughts of retribution from within oft springs.
In forgiving the person we're not condoning their act,
Prayer fetches us beyond life's most hurtful things.


Ephesians 4:32 KJV

And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, 
forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake 
hath forgiven you.

Neon Night Vignette

The last of the lights turned out,
drinks and hors d’oeuvres put away,
restaurant returned to its every-day self,
only a few candles in glass lanterns
now left on the bare pine tables.

She sits at one of the tables, and,
wincing, kicks off her shoes, removes
her cocktail apron and name tag,
leans on her elbows, inhaling the
cinnamon steam from her hot toddy.

Exhausted, with her piled-up hair
slightly disheveled, she relaxes.
The bride and groom are off
on their honeymoon to Santorini,
guests and most staff home to sleep.

The neon glow from outside
bathes her in a pink and blue haze
making her look less like a waitress
and more like a girl expecting a date
or actress waiting for her audition.

The hot drink gone, she redons shoes
and fetches her coat and purse
from the kitchen, leaving the cup.
Georgio, the boss, calls “Get some sleep.
You’ll need it tomorrow.” She sighs.

Success

Those who deserve in return , more ,
Often are betrayed playfully by Fate ;
The turmoil and the hardships in spate ,
Leave the invincible contender sore ;
One might as well lose the pursued track ,
Or the path that to triumph doth lead  ;
Cruel Destiny and her goon squad heed
But to the whims and pre-ordained crack ;
Thus bringing down the well built stand  ,
And even the earnestly seasoned soul ;
Yet even the righteous Divinity cries 'foul' !
If the honest struggler ever fails to land ;
Every pursuit just , fair and nobly done
Surely fetches blessed success from heaven .

Of Tails and Tales

   A cat wants to play
     a bird flies away
   A dog fetches a bone
     a pigeon returns home

   A child too will play
     before he goes away
   To get out there on his own
     before returning home

Into the azure

Into the azure
lofty inter loppers linger
romantics wear me out
day dreaming till they die
Blackbirds in flight
brings you back into life
the fetches of light appoint
the mountains yawn
learn the rhythm
in mists striding the horizon

When Love Became You

I was there when love became you.
It spread across your eyes and smile,
left a breathless caressing hue 
and whisper of softest beguile.

Aching for your gentle embrace,
yearning for the pulsing heartbeat
that your touch fetches with its trace
skimming my skin in burning heat.

I succumb to your calm shadow
arching with fresh unbound pleasure.
Growing fury of ebb and flow,
recurring sensual treasure.

You raise my heated eagerness
with sweet, sultry, seductive eyes.
My breath, catching in meagerness,
ceding in dramatic surprise.

I arise with feverish flush
designing a rhythmic motion
to entice, encourage first gush
in raw unrestrained emotion.

Ah, my love, will you stay with me
forever and further behoove?
We shall grow in greater degree,
you and I, without vain reprove.

My love, my skillful seducer.
In life, I dedicate my all.
You have become my producer.
In death, I'll hear your lustful call. 

Your salacious murmurs teasing
torrid desire in me anew.
Your voice passionately pleasing.
I was there when love became you.

Disorientation

darkness plummets on twilight’s peak
cascading like a gentle creek
veiled by the night, I must confess
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress

at times, confusion stills my hope
like climbing a slippery slope
fetches doubts that bring nervous stress
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress

perplexed by the depth of my fears
feels like I’m lost when the smoke clears
drowning in the black, such a mess
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress

uncertainty silences dreams
the thief, worry, goes to extremes
dimming beauty, bringing distress
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress

baffled by the seas of dismay
turmoil that leads feelings astray
sometimes in life, more peace is less
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress

Everlasting Spring

Pretty in pink - potent petals of peace,
Countenance shines with shekina of Christ.
Sure future fetches hope and joy release.

His suffering and death more than sufficed.
His resurrection points to potent life.
Countenance shines with shekina of Christ.

Rainbow! See parting sea! And afterlife!
Mercy! O grace! What a wonderful thing.
His resurrection points to potent life.

O smiles watch out for everlasting Spring.
The sunflowers touch light without the sweat.
Mercy! O grace! What a wonderful thing.

What love for us - with pain, he paid the debt.
Open your eyes - no more sorrow or death.
The sunflowers touch light without the sweat.

The God lights up heaven, gifts reborn breath.
Pretty in pink - potent petals of peace.
Open your eyes - no more sorrow or death.
Sure future fetches hope and joy release.

4/17/2023
Contest: Inklings
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh

Man For Pleasure

I have had the pleasure
Of watching one’s treasure
And dared to then measure
What one did at leisure…

Man fails not to treasure
What fetches him pleasure:
For them goes at leisure
And them take full measure

Of eyes the cynosure,
For the camera sure,
Then doors slam for closure:
There shouldn’t be censure;
Kisses with their pressures,
Sex with all its seizures,
Morals for erasure…

Who’d save man from pleasure?

Excluded Zone

Esoteric Duessa rips her broomstick from tree root
        Xero terra spread in cyclonic swirls, left arid
        Clay gape cracked lips scream during harsh removal 
        Lorn as she controls currents, her craft lucid
        

        Ululant laugh triumphant escapes staid expectation
        Defiance flies aboard dead flora, north star
        Enchanted coasting atop shooting illume invocation 
        Dark side moon broom skis fire crackle spark 


        Zoom of metamorphosis fetches witch her apparition
        Odyssey orbit drifts brisk bristles past disparity 
        Notion to override makeshift matrix inflate vast vision 
        Eradicate terror in soaring spellbound clarity




          Twenty sixth January 
          Thaumaturge insanity

American Primative

Inside an archaic framework
she fetches a pail from the fields,
the bucket on her hip is full of
broken eagles.
Wind turbines churn in the distance.

He takes the mangled birds
plucks them,
puts their heads on poles
loads them onto a flatbed.

His dour darling fixes fixings
with a rusting air-fryer;
plaits her hair with chicken wire.

Drones mourn like doves in the evening.
Rattling pods spread
their dry seeds over abandoned crops.
Bald feathers flap on
a black-booted scarecrow.

A morbid factotum arrives
deposits clods of earth
from out the back of
of a fly-specked hearse.
Horse heads turn
on a squeaking wind vane.

Inside a slow burning barn
Unstrung fiddles lay at rest
in their open coffins.

Laziness Breeds Gloominess

If laziness gets a fair chance
One can never at all advance

If health must be kept intact
Exercise must be the act

Prayer is the curing pill
Peace in mind it will fill

When a prayer is made
True bliss will pervade

If prayer is resorted to
The best God will do

When duty is pending
Upon you it is depending

First complete it soon
Make it a full Moon

Duty that fetches riches
Will surely remove hitches

If a work is available
Surely life is bailable

Work is indeed great worship
Creating with God a relationship

Always enjoy doing sacred duty
It connects you with holy Divinity.

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