We found the lost bridge
none could find it
by daylight
at last
there
You spoke my old name
as if returned
from somewhere
forgot
years
I woke before dawn
you crossed over
the river
still blue
gone
Ryan found himself living in the past
At eighty, how much longer would he last
Then Ryan met some pixies
Whisked him off to the sixties
Where old Ryan spent his time passing gas
Just, a small branch of the Living tree,
Engrafted,by a purchased possession free.
Broken, once tried in own works to sprout,
Thy, leaves, branches ,and roots in drought.
Would, leave thee to seek a new source,
One day death ignited a change of course.
Intertwined, into the eternal roots,
Newfound,knowledge of angelic fruits.
Just a small branch of the Living tree.
Into purification as One with the Key.
For in him we live, breathe, and grow,
To showcase the glory of clothes as snow.
Being, pruned moment by moment of old ways,
Just a small branch of the Living tree thou pray.
To remain in this newfound land of habitation,
For,in him was formed this majestic creation.
“You will be missed.”
I will, but for how long?
“I can't live without you.”
You will, you'll go on day by day, slowly forgetting me and moving on
“You were so loved.”
You say “loved” in past tense because you can no longer love me
“I pray to god to keep you company up there.”
I'm actually below you, but that’s a conversation for later
“Please wait for me.”
Where else would I go?
“They would want me to move on.”
Who told you that? They lied…
Little life, unnoticed living
Ghostly presence, quiet leaving
After lunch, without a cause
You’ll be mentioned, I suppose
Like they speak of summer days
Drowned too soon in autumn haze
It’s futile to speculate
Was it little life, or great
It depends on point of view
That no one will share with you..
farm
daybreak
rooster crow
feeding puppies
collecting the eggs
scattering chicken feed
planting our favorite bluebells
greeted by Kansas sunflowers
crops raised by faith, children taught respect
soybeans, corn, wheat, pigs and cows under God
Everywhere you turn an opportunity
To rise and shine
But with every rise the potential to fall
And so with such abundance
And opportunity at our fingertips
We have become a nation of fearful
Nervous Nellies
Under a sky perpetually falling
Health, wealth, friends, family, environment
Each rich and just waiting to be mined
For all that can go wrong
Don’t even think of leaving the safety
Of your secure little nest
With its confirmation biases
And tunnel visions
A wild world awaits
Ready, willing and able
To eat you whole
Better to just stay inside
In the confines of your own safe space
And consume as much fear-p*rn
As you possibly can
It is your only hope, your only chance
To keep the wolves at bay.
And for your children?
Well, if you’ve been foolish enough
To take that route
And so take the tumble
Down that rabbit hole,
Don’t let them out of your sight,
Keep them plugged in and tuned out
And everything will be alright.
(10/2/30)
I am not who I was when my life exploded
I have changed in order to survive
Hope is the glue that is holding
my life fragments together these days
while the pieces do not fit together in
the same way, I have become a living mosaic
Fly BMI, to land in time
There is no time to waste
Stroll down along the Serpentine
The morning air to taste
Across the park to Albert Hall
To Kensington High Street
And further on, towards the Mall
Where you can rest your feet
It’s got to be the Living Room
Their Dover sole is great
Pale sun, and even paler moon
Fall down on your plate
Two people here, three people there
Dull people talk and turn
I like the fuss they make, don’t care
To be liked in return
On Charing Cross I’m quick to toss
Some CDs at the Foyles
A truly searching lad I was
To find my kind of noise
End of the day, the hotel bar
I’m looking at the floor
There is no more Thistle Hyde Park
And Living Room’s no more
The times have changed, but I remain
About the same today
Although it’s quite a different game
I imitate to play
Those were the days, my darling dear
Those were the nights as well
Fly BMI, to disappear
No one would care to tell.
We know not what each new day brings
So, we must bear life’s curves and swings.
Not knowing when the tide would turn
Is what creates uncertainty.
If only we could ever know
the way that everything would go,
Then we can know what to plan for
and live our lives with certainty.
Since we could never ever know,
the way that everything would go,
We plan our lives as best we could,
and trust things turn out for the good.
God, your maker, knows the future
And he desires what’s best for you
If you yield your whole soul to him
He’ll not leave you to fate’s whims.
In the future God is planning,
there will be no end to our lifespan.
Earthly troubles will then be ended,
and the living will be splendid.
Those whose trust in Christ is thorough
Do not mind the unknown morrow.
For the God who knows the future
Is the one who'll see them through.
Stay away from the bee hive
That makes mommy glad
For I'm only five
And dying would be bad
Forget the bike
I want to drive
That's the car I like
Speed makes me feel alive
To baseball
To dance
To the mall
To get new pants
Motherhood is over
Grams now I am
I wish time would go slower
Did he just call me mam?
Assisted living here I come
Growing old is not any fun
Just found out that my grandson is a bum
Sits on the beach and surfs in the sun.
"Read away and let your imagination soar." By Poet......
I love books both new and old,
did you know there is power between the pages?
A book is made up of paper and ink,
the words give power to the fiction.
As a reader one can go many places,
learning about life and living.
Reading can bring one's imagination to life,
as you turn the pages reading away.
We can place ourselves and feelings in the story,
as we become one of the characters.
Sometimes it will take our breath away,
other times it may put us to sleep.
As a writer our imagination comes alive,
when the ink hits the paper.
The power of fiction,
can take us over as we write.
The letters become words,
then the words become sentences.
Our story becomes alive for the reader to enjoy,
after all we write for our readers.
As we write happy or sad,
the reader's feelings will come out.
We hope the reader will enjoy,
our vision for the poem or book.
to inhale and exhale poetry in every breath I take
the day awakens and wants you to come out and play
A silent scream spreads through the night,
A bittersweet joy in the darkness,
In a world of sour sweetness,
Joyful sadness waltzes bright.
A deafening whisper calls us near,
While noisy silence fills the day;
Jumbo shrimp and icy flames,
They play their little big matches.
Living dead and peaceful strife,
A false truth in everyday life,
An awkward relaxed grace, a surprise,
Truthful lies hide in plain sight.
With cruel kindness, we laugh as we cry,
with open secrets that`re not hidden,
A false reality touches the air,
An uncertain certainty spreads apace.
In shameless honour, a giggle grows,
As chaotic order settles,
Across untimely time and space,
Where grave funny oxymorons lie.
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