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The pattern began with one piece of cloth~
a mountain shaped from triangles, each one a sliver of prairie dusk.
Indigo settles at the base like cooled shadow,
while a pale circle of moonlight hovers over the mountain
The geometry is simple, but the feeling is not.
Every angle carries Mother’s love of the Kansas prairie,
wheat bending under nightfall, each remembering
the woman who stitched them with moonlight pooling at her elbows.
When the quilt is finished, the mountains multiply~
a procession of slopes climbing across the cloth,
each crowned with its own soft moon.
The moons shine, remembering the hand
that patiently stitched them into place.
Soon, the quilt becomes a landscape of wonder
a picture stitched with cotton and color .
When the quilt is spread across a bed,
the mountains rise, the moons hover,
and Mother's presence fills the room,
held in the quiet geometry
of cloth that knows the shape of love.
No therapist wanted to do any kind of counseling for B School, which to my home is quite near.
I was frankly bewildered that three of my friends, Susan, Tad, and Sun had told me they would never come back here.
B school looked lovely; the grounds were impeccably beautiful - flowers, wind spinners, and fountains with water ever so clear.
The reception area was colorful, welcoming, pretty even, a tribute to whoever designed it so dear.
I wondered why everyone I had spoken to who had been here hated it so, it was totally unclear.
The dean of students was lovely, smart, engaging, a good listener; a woman who seemed totally dear.
"I would like Tricia Tee take you around, "Dean told me, "So you can see what a ship-shape school we run here.
We had no sooner got to the first locker when a child started to walk past, and I yelled,"Mere!"
My former student looked up, scared, frightened, mesmerized, unable to move, hypnotized by fear.
"That's a demerit for you, Mrs. K, and a demerit for Mere," Tricia said snippily, writing it down in a notebook she had near.
Um...
I think I get it now.
What's "Not To Love When We See A Given Smile" coming out from someone who realizes that a pleasing "Smile" is really a "Gift" to anyone who views it,and is also a "Gift" to anyone who "Gives it with "Good Intentions". This is the "Double Gift" of a "Smile":Giving and taking at the same time: Good Intentions makes a "Smile" a "Friend of Mine":Giving and Taking at the same time! That is "Sublime": Smiling with "Good Intentions" at the same time!"That is "Love"! That is the smile that will last for a long while in a baby,adult,or in a child,because we all do,and can "Smile"!!!!! Smiles with "Bad Intentions" have not been mentioned so be "aware"because some smile and have bad intentions,and do not care: Let your "Smile" be a gift,and a good gift with good intentions so that we all will be able to have a beautiful smile as we "Smile"on "God's gift of "Love" with good intentions that takes us into his "Heavenly Demension" of Power,Strength with a "Smile"!!
Legend around these parts strike terror in some
When I first heard it I swallowed my gum
What was his name? I asked. No one knew
He comes out at night in the fog of blue hue.
He’s the ghost of a Hessian soldier all alone.
Was beheaded in the Revolutionary war far from home.
He rides in silence, striking people down with terror
Sleepy Hollow Legend, no way in error.
My Great aunt told me she had seen this headless hunk.
She was so shocked she fell down with a thunk.
He haunts the towns on this side of Bunker Hill.
To this day, giving our youth a scare and a thrill.
Written March 14th, 2020
Contest: Your Favorite Legend
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Dare to be Rare,
Compare Nowhere,
It's okay if they Stare.
Is there anybody there?
Is there anyone anywhere?
Is there anything you wish to share?
I tried looking elsewhere,
They didn't seem to care,
It didn't seem fair.
A dream or nightmare,
Peering through a blank stare,
Unaware, I see the masks they wear.
Dare to be rare,
Compare nowhere,
Time has come to be a pair.
We are everything,
Everywhere,
We are everybody breathing air,
We declare an end to the despair.
We are sorry for the cross you bare,
The dreams that gave quite a scare,
We needed you to be aware.
We needed you to really care,
To repair the tare somewhere,
Caused by psychological warfare.
Dare to be rare,
Compare nowhere,
Life is a love affair.
Where are you going? The EMS workers are wondering
As a thousand screaming people run out
The EMS is running in
What can we do to help? The EMS workers are asking
Helping each other triage, in every way possible.
Children are being spoken to in soft voices as
Other EMS are putting sheets over their parents' bodies
All working together to help the child not see
Fully what has happened.
Where am I needed? The EMS workers are listening.
Hearing what they need to hear, travelling hard and fast
To rescue, comfort, and hold someone's hand that last time
Because Moms and Dads cannot be everywhere.
Grandma's prayers do not always cover everything.
Grandpa's sometimes leave their Super Hero suits in the closet
So we have angels, spirits, and EMS workers
In the form of firemen, policemen, nurses,
Doctors, medics, EMTS, and paramedics,
Picking up the slack, running in when everyone else
is running out, running away, and running amok.
They keep us calm, they listen, they encourage, they coax,
But mostly they show us the love we need when we need it.
aristocratic antelope alarms and annoys
blue-eyed baboon’s billy goat buster
causing confusion, consternation and crying
distressing and disturbing deliberate donkey
egg-producing egret elevates enthusiasm
forever frolicking in farmer fred’s pastures
giddy goats gallop in garnished with garlands
happy horse henry hypnotizes henrietta’s hens
intense iguana ignores idiocy of inmates
jackals justify jack rabbits jelly-like jeers
kangaroo keenly kicks off kingly kibitz
luxurious llamas lollygag in the lounge
mischievous monkeys march among marshes
nervous newts nibble on nutty Nutella
obnoxious oxen opts out of outrageous opportunities
preening peacock praises his pompous president
quivering quail questions quaking quasar
rustic rooster ruffles robin’s restlessness
sassy songbirds swizzle and sway toward sand beach
talkative turtle trains tarantula to twist and turn
understudy Ulysses utilizes universal unitedness
validating vocabulary of vicious vultures
wandering weasel wants to find his wishes
‘xacting ‘xtra ‘xhibitions ‘xperiment on eagle’s nest
yellow yak yawns next to yipping young wolf dog
zealous zebra zips into view of aristocratic antelope
You found my ego badly bruised,
and nursed it back to health.
And allowing my heart time to heal,
you restored my desire to laugh.
We are inseparable;
two hearts beating as one,
our souls are eternally linked.
There is no you or me,
only we—we're a perfect fit.
You know my heart and soul,
and cater to both.
And sifting shadows from my past
for fractured pieces of my heart;
and made me whole.
For the first time in my life, I feel wanted,
and unconditionally loved.
Encouraging me to dream,
you numb my pains and forgive my sins.
And replacing all the missing
or broken pieces of my puzzle—
you complete me.
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
Earthdate/starttime: 11/04/19 01:10:26 AM
Earthdate/endtime: 11/04/19 02:55:46 AM
Poetic snapshot regarding immediate
actual, physical, spatial... environment
pertinent, relevant, salient... yours truly
commenced within fleeting electronic
date/time stamp indicated above bereft
attempts to describe character sketch,
whereat I sit within Apartment B44:
taking immediate lock, stock & barrel
ordinary repeated situation witnessing
garden variety *****sapien imbibing
familiar scenario, while spouse sleeps
near proximity, CPAP machine regulates
continuous positive airway pressure
offsetting sleep apnea breathe more so
she can breathe free and clear preventing
airway from collapsing when she inhales.
Nothing particularly spectacular wee hour
this ordinary moment beckoned, challenged
decided... attempt to focus (laser like) sense
and sensibility without pride, nor prejudice
essentially simply worded still life repeated
predictably, & regularity glossed over other
instances finding impetus preying upon pro-
fun ditties, and expansive vocabulary unsure
communicated printed idea understandable
aware some readers disinclined wading thru
thicket (quagmire) of verbiage, hence eureka
experience to corral immediate circumstance
(think Will Rogers' 140th birthday his home
spun extemporaneous anecdotal nuggets.)
Many occasions embarking upon complexity
aspire to elaborate intricate worded webbed
(wide aye bother) complex edifice ambitious
invariably confounding unsuspecting readers
suddenly sinking within quicksand helpless
against salvation, hence painstaking effort
to asseverate downplaying sesquipedalian
rather toning down syllabification sharing
trumpeting, undulating humdrum existence
verily reporting sleeping on floor - courtesy
restless leg syndrome, which affects the mrs.
Marriage basically no match heavenly made,
nonetheless dynamic linkedin travails values
wifely attentiveness to prepare unrecognized
frying object (best described as pop slop), +
she tends other domestic chore, viz washing
soiled clothes nsync of kitchen, whiling away
(think dervish) stoking chaos within invisible
re: nearly infinitesimal speck within Milkyway.
Alas, she learned too late, the sanctity of being chaste
A teenage soul, lost in the depths of night.
Haunted visions, a spectre's silent cry,
Unspoken secrets beneath a mask, she'll hide.
A fragile heart bearing burdens heavy,
A clandestine choice, a tale unsteady.
For a life, a whisper that was once within her core,
Now echoes silent, haunting evermore.
The unborn, a phantom's wail,
In visions, it questions as time sets sail.
Interrogations, piercing like the wind's keen gust,
Accusing eyes, a conscience crushed to dust.
"Why, oh why, deny me life's embrace?
A chance to dance in time's fleeting grace."
The spectre pleads, a voice from the abyss,
A shadowed soul trapped in the serpent's hiss.
Guilt wraps its tendrils around her heart,
A secret kept now rips her world apart.
In solitude, she bears her weight of sin,
An unspoken truth, an eternal din.
In daylight's mask, she feigns a smile,
Yet, in the dark, she walks a lonesome mile.
Tormented whispers, shadows in her mind,
A heavy secret, a cruel bind.
Insanity's spectre whispers, sly,
Should her public penance be to die?
The ghostly echoes of what's left behind,
A tortured soul, a shattered mind.
Yet, hope persists, a flicker in the gloom,
Redemption's light, dispelling the doom.
For in confession, courage may reside,
A chance for healing, a soul untied.
Let not the secret strangle her soul,
She must seek solace and healing to make her whole.
For in forgiveness, the heart finds peace,
And redemption's dawn grants sweet release.