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“Should we deny ourselves pain, we would deny ourselves entry through many doors in our heart leading to where our soul patiently waits.” Poet
Many cannot conceive truths the faithful believe,
such as jagged edges lead us to deep places
where tranquility waits to be reality.
If only brains could disengage that souls alone
decided what to leave behind or closely hold.
When I stumble from life's roughness and bruises swell,
I cannot help but deep dwell in my heart and soul
where my injured bits sit ripped in cramped, frozen fits.
If we do not hurt, we do not bleed a true need
to learn which medical aids best persuade healings.
Life often snags me in jagged edged episodes
until I repair all frailty-stretched through prayer
and place it in my Father's hands of perfect grace.
The more jagged edges adhere, tagged for repair,
the more need we build to yearn for and turn to God
which grows awareness of our true depth caresses.
Fear no roughness on your heart but recall toughness
in your faith that will divinely define what gift
the rift can bring forth, be it soul growth or knowledge.
Jagged edges can teach us more than a college.
*Image of Between Doors by Hope.
As Shadows Mend
A lingering bravura form ... dawn midst twilight's brilliance,
It sprung a length of an unscathed course -- accidentally,
The mute vim snugly stamped unfilled, credulous of malice,
Flightiness stemmed from this silhouette, soulless oddity,
Fractured sewn plots hint of ambrosia, ere glint of the sun,
Crept o'er beauts dead asleep flit promenade the *Champs Elysees,
This undertaker gleams green edges, tickling haunting fun,
Furtive's sourced the virgin-less dove, resting on eggs well pleased,
Furtherance strengthen cloaks, catnapped air revives to a squeeze,
Contingent hollow burdened by hyped growth and fancy streams,
Swarming hodgepodge, dynamism idled, abandoned, charms ease,
Consequential happenings, capricious woodland's sprite dreams,
Curiousness provoked benchmarks, advance said grey graveness,
Flummoxed o'er see-through luminance, that occult pseudonym,
The breathless saunters towards pronounced distant concaveness,
Prompts closeness of wormed anomaly, like some phantom limb,
Chanced, faced with faceless, instantaneously, sensed a warmth,
'Twas pacific this heightened soul tried to claim yond circumstance,
A cleansing consumed me whole, doleful went yielding a formed,
While Lunar's wanting depth, Sol's dawn, striking a winks askance.
The darkroom flights emptiness to illuminate alone,
Receptive rays liberates imprisoned eyes to wander,
Aims set, spirits exalted, aids cognizant chaperone,
Nippy night solicited valor, daydreams come yonder.
*Champs Elysees (SHOHNZ-eh-LEE-zeh): a major avenue in Paris famous for elegant shops and cafes
~~Happiest 2022 Dreamers, Aloha!~~
2021 December 28
November 13 Scripture Meditations Based on Galatians 5-6
Key Verse – Galatians 5:1 Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR ENABLING ME TO STAND IN YOUR LIBERTY
Thank You for enabling me to stand in Your liberty of loving care
Since You’re my Father Who upholds my welfare
Ever kind to bring me into Your salvation-stare
Keeping my redemption sure for soulwinning share.
Thank You for enabling me to stand in Your liberty of glowing cheer
Since You’re my Saviour Who vanquishes my fear
Ever available to provide for me through Your abundance-steer
Keeping my soul whole for Gospel-sharing gear.
Thank You for enabling me to stand in Your liberty of soothing comfort
Since You’re my Guardian Who pacifies my discomfort
Ever mighty to rear me up by Your strength-fort
Keeping my spirit jubilant for testimony-shining effort.
Thank You for enabling me to stand in Your liberty of upholding clemency
Since You’re my Help Who aids my persistency
Ever ardent to revive me along Your grace-mercy
Keeping my fervency fruitful for judgement-warning’s urgency.
Thank You for enabling me to stand in Your liberty of assuring claim
Since You’re my Pardoner Who forgives my blame
Ever holy to sanctify me with Your righteousness-flame
Keeping my sacrifice meaningful for truth-declaring aim.
Thank You for enabling me to stand in Your liberty of empowering call
Since You’re my Master Who asks for my all
Ever sovereign to control me under Your leadership-hall
Keeping my submission worthy for pride-smashing fall.
Thank You for enabling me to stand in Your liberty of fortifying command
Since You’re my Lord Who grips my hand
Ever supreme to guide me toward Your purpose-demand
Keeping my obedience acceptable for kingdom-advancement stand.
November 13, 2022
Empathetic Light
Lady Diana, the exquisite Princess of Wales.
A heroine now in hundreds of tales.
An accomplished pianist at Buckingham Palace.
A hopeful ballerina, a kindergarten teacher.
A radiant young woman who loved to dance,
A royal young activist.
A humanitarian princess with courage, not discouraged.
A demure beauty, dedicated to duty.
To replace fear with compassion, she modeled for the world charitable actions.
"Hold my hand, I’m not afraid”
whispering to a man who suffered with AIDS.
Her hugging and empathy never ceasing, her tender love always increasing.
A hospital president for sick children, her mission.
Cautiously walking through land mines, one scary step at a time.
Explosives in the ground, she showed their purpose no longer found.
Her little princes, one on each arm.
William and Harry adored their mum.
To normalize life at times,
Disney rides, McDonald’s fries…
Paparazzi hunted her for years, bringing danger and tears.
The most photographed woman in the world.
A wedding dress of 10,000 pearls
An elegant, humble golden girl.
One evening a tragic trip through a Paris tunnel.
Drive faster,
speed up,
turn them off
put them down
stop clicking
turn around.
Then a horrific shame, who was to blame?
Indescribable loss at a human cost.
God wanted her back in 1997.
The Princess Of Wales, was our present from heaven.
They say a billion mourned. The world’s hearts truly torn.
Memories of mummy nobody could take.
Two royal sons, their hearts did break.
Now fathers with children to love, new charities to support and take care of.
I miss her now and missed her then.
Your sister, my mother, her nanny, my friend.
She changed the world for nations until her end.
The lives she touched were made healthier and bright by
Lady Diana's empathetic light.
In the beginning, he was a dream,
A perfect blend, or so it seemed.
With every wish, he’d swoop and save,
A knight in shining armor, oh so brave.
“Where have you been?” I’d sigh and swoon,
As he’d conjure up my heart’s cartoon.
A band-aid for a paper cut?
He’d bring a pharmacy, no ifs or buts.
“Need a snack?” he’d ask with glee,
And return with a feast fit for a king and me.
He’d read my mind, my every thought,
A perfect partner, or so I thought.
But then we wed, and oh, the twist!
His true colors emerged, a plot I missed.
The charming smile turned into a frown,
As he tossed my dreams like a worn-out gown.
“Did you want dinner?” he’d ask with a yawn,
While I stood there hungry, feeling withdrawn.
The band-aids turned to excuses and sighs,
As I watched my perfect prince wear a guise.
“Where have you been?” I’d ask once more,
But the answer echoed from a distant shore.
He’s still the man who knows my needs,
But now he’s planting some darker seeds.
So here we are, in this twisted play,
Where love’s a game, and I’m the prey.
A dark comedy, this life we share,
With laughter and tears, and a hint of despair.
So raise a glass to the perfect facade,
To the man who’s both a blessing and a fraud.
For in this tale of love and strife,
I’ve learned the truth about married life.
Borrowed words, a line from Mary Shelley, Frankenstein:
“Beware, for I am fearless, and therefore, powerful”
I have crumbled mountains, that were once molehills
I have heard the fretful cry of my child, midst thunder
I have missed sleep to hold a sick friend's hand
I have read stories, told imaginary stories, invented games
broken up fights, yelled at games, organized parties
driven miles, decorated cars, made costumes
watched play practice, watched Amateur Night
I have added numbers, multiplied fractions, read paragraphs
taught dancing, thrown baseballs, given advice
I have mended with patches, band aids and words of love
I will walk distances, if I am needed
and I have never learned to say goodbye without tears
I am Woman
*Image of Hallmark Channel by Giphy.
Chimed Upper Room
Chimed new day shines...eagerly corrects an upper room looks,
An attic improving rapidly...promotes roams of diligence,
Lacks found bordered leathered album...trapped topped a cornered desk.
Cutting edge mounts an Everest...Grand Canyon grooves a pass,
Emptying a corridor...grants patience traces of sweat caught brow,
Weighty whatnots slothfully shift...relief of prized treasure.
Lives confined--stilled in a photograph...bound neath grained-hewn film,
Reviving breaths aids wiping palms...adjusting dust rules idle air,
Widen pupil's gaze...proffers freedom to locked memories.
A leisurely dance of fingers...entertaining a page,
Courses from staging consequences...flips driftingly e'er so oft,
Cherished persevered poignant times...plus occasional laughs.
Age feebly trades a gentle glance...to sights of swept-up youth,
Niagara Falls revisit eyes...interlude recalls Wordsworth,
Rousseau swells the lulls...till Longfellow's maiden turns a page.
A soothing thoroughness applied...o'er sovereignty once claimed,
Delighting a soul wanting remembrance...effervescence inched rise,
Bestilled processing images...icons pageants the heart.
Strokes into yesterdays...fulfill a distant emptiness,
Once existed in certainty...consequently in dreams of need,
Now physically held...persuades rising tips of a mouth.
2020 July 30
*2nd Place*
Dusty Old Memories
~~Constance La France: Judged 2020 August 06
Seventy Plus
Have been retired for 7 years
The best parts:
no work hassles
more time to write poetry
more time to play music
more time to work on my project list
(of course, AFTER the honey do list)
more time to volunteer
more time for naps
I can sit around in sweats and tee shirt
(in summer shorts and tee shirt)
But
The worst parts:
insomnia
not as much energy
in bed by 9PM
(I am a party pooper)
need hearing aids
my joints ache
have trouble remembering names
takes me longer to do my projects
(good excuse for not completing honey do list)
These are the best of times and the worst of times
If I can remember what the past times were like!
We didn't have what they have now;
Computers, tablets, phones.
Every day in every class, with homework we brought home.
You would think with all the aids the children do have now.
How could you fail? This I ask with a furrowed brow.
No more Tableau Noir, where the teachers used to write.
Nowadays, shaking my head, everything is white.
The students of yesteryear (the ones that I personally know).
Have followed their dreams and became who they are because highschool helped us grow.
We didn't have all these gimmicks or all the help schools now provide.
My goodness dear people, how will they ( this generaton) be able to survive?
Cursive writing was mandatory, really quite an art.
But nowadays, this technique has totally fallen apart.
I have friends who are teachers and nurses, some of whom have travelled abroad.
Because most of the technology wasn't used, to help pave this daring road.
Life is hard kids. Trust me when I say:
"You are given every chance more so than yesterday. We faced all the same issues, bullying teasing and teachers being rude. Something to always remember, you have to be crude. If you don't like it, then remember to fight back but this isn't done like yesteryear, now they have knives and guns. When I say fight back, I mean speak to someone, let them help you and show you highschool could be fun.
I remember highschool, peer pressure at its peak.
Be strong. Stand tall. This feeds on the weak.
Remember you're the future each and every one of you.
You have dreams, follow them and stay in school.
Without an education, there's not much you can achieve.
Follow your heart and your dreams. You have to believe.
Believe the tableau Noir. It never tells a lie.
Without passing grades, you will not get by.
Senior citizens getting afraid
as it's true and also well said.
All of them are just carrying AIDS.
Off and on, are using Band AIDS.
Many of them use Hearing AIDS.
Each to accept Medical AIDS
Even some receive Organ AIDS
Children send Monetary AIDS.
Vulnerable to HIV
While senior citizen might be..
Fact, though may be astonishing.
What to do ! Hair Is Vanishing.
HIV : Abbreviation !
Oblivious - not to mention.