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Inviting and magnetic the towering awesome sight
A perspective of domineering rock and icy peaks
It challenges, dares and beckons with unfolding beauty
Stretching upwards into shades of blue and puffy clouds.
Along the winding sloping trail I make my way, the easy
Lower tract encased in green, till rough terrain appears
Then stimulation is released when steep ascent arrives.
I climb and breathe the pure fresh air, intense intoxication
It is so peaceful all around, a place for meditation.
The time goes by. I look for holds and make full use of spikes
Intent on concentration. The wind comes by and contributes
To the hazards of melting ice and hidden crevasses
The weary limbs in need of rest; a keen lookout for falling rocks
An avalanche of crumbling doubts that slows the pace...
Subdued exhilaration when the going gets too hard.
At last the top is right above. An added burst of strength
Dispels the peril of defeat. One final forward thrust
Victory is mine. The summit reached I gaze in awe
Surveying with pride my sprawling kingdom down below.
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“Death can never separate us. Each time you feel a gentle breeze, It's my hand caressing your face.” By Mary Lucas
The first bell intoned its dreary dirge.
The feel of emptiness spread all around.
I was not afraid. I felt tall and steady.
Night began to obscure the light of day.
I began my lonely trek around the desolate place.
I met no one nor did I want to. I repeat.
I was not afraid. Some candles were still lit
All around the paths. Not that I had any difficulty
To find my way. I had walked that path too, often.
Suddenly all around a wild wind whispered all around.
Still, I was more concerned about names and ages.
How many die young! I feel tears brimming in my eyes.
Yet no tears fell. The light dimmed casting long shadows.
A lone raven cawed, a warming call. I did not care.
The dirge bell rang again, a mandate and a warning,
I pressed on, undaunted but free.
I entered the mausoleum as was my habit,
Lay myself down in my comfy coffin and slept.
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In the heart of the forest, birdsong fills the air,
As sunlight dances through the trees without a care.
Leaves rustle in a gentle breeze that whispers low,
And blooming flowers in a meadow seem to glow.
The river flows with a peaceful, calming tune,
Glistening in the light of the silver moon.
Mountains rise majestically in the distance, tall and grand,
Their peaks reaching towards the sky, a rugged land.
The scent of pine fills the air, fresh and clean,
Nature’s beauty all around, a serene scene.
As the day fades into night, the stars begin to shine,
A reminder of the beauty that nature can define.
I feel and see the wonder and in awe of its embrace.
"It only takes a spark to set a fire burning. And all around a fire is slowly glowing. That's how wonderful God's love is. Once we've experienced it, we really want the world to know. We want to pass it on."*** 1970's Christian pop song.
It only takes a match to set a candle glowing. And all around its flame is brightly burning! The people of the world who have set in spiritual darkness have seen a great light. It's why we keep our candlesticks burning brightly in a spiritual darkened world.***
Oh! Let your candle lights shine all around the world. Oh! Let your camp fires Burn brightly all around the world. Oh! let your home fires burn brightly all around the world. ***
Oh let God's love set the world a flame. With an all the consuming Holy Spirit's Flame blazing its way in the darkest night! Paving the way for everlasting life!***
"Come on people now smile on your brother. Everybody get together gotta love one another right now." ***
Only God's holy spirit knows which way the wind blows its flame! It sets the hearts of men and women ablaze with holy desire! ***
"Maybe tomorrow when he looks down on every creature in every town. All of his children of every nation. They'll be peace and good brother hood Crystal Blue Persuasion." Tommy James and the Shondells. ***
"Jesus loves me this I know for the Bible tells me so. Little ones to Him belong they are weak but he is strong. Yes Jesus loves me! Yes Jesus loves me the Bible tells me so." ***
Oh! God the Father is love sweet and lasting love. Jesus Christ, God the Son grants us ever lasting life. But God the Holy Spirit, "Leads us and guides us and lives right inside of us! ***
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 14, 2020
Musky fragrance inundates
my nostrils as I enter
the garden center:
a rhapsodic feeling
in idyllic surroundings.
The air is humid
like an Amazon garden,
heat barely tolerable
making my glasses misty.
Soft music, dulcet and sweet,
swamp the amazing conservatory. The caterpillar had shed off its chrysalis,
and a perfect swallowtail butterfly appears.
It fluttered here and there
tasting the marvelous flowers around.
My cup of felicity abounds.
All around a miscellany of colors
enticing the radiant buyer with anything
that catches his fancy,
and I, mad about plants,
run in frenzy
from pot to pot,
stand to stand,
plot to plot,
inflame my smell nerves
with sweet sapphire orchids,
enchant my eyes with
white bearded irises,
become delirious with
a blood red amaryllis,
inhale the fragrance
of a white gardenia,
or lose my mind
on a black eyed Susan.
Which exotic plant must I choose?
It would be my talisman for my home
What shall I buy?
A red pyramid astilbe,
multi-coloured plethora of petunias or
scented forget-me-nots?
Or better still a dwarf
Deep red rose?
I feel my empty pockets,
I let out an ephemeral sigh,
and go back home,
empty handed alas.
Death is all around, a fatal embrace
We all race to the gateways of hell
There seems to be no lines
All admitted, entrance is free
We are born to die
In between we cry
The few, they grasp the feelings of love
More to be tormented on final goodbyes
What crazy Gods, make us food for hells gates?
Why must we suffer along roads of terrible fates?
Why must we die at all?
We are not fodder to line the gardens of the Gods
A thousand tears, to irrigate one small smile
We travel deserts of despair, for what I ask you?
A child dances for joy, not knowing life’s cruelty
His joy, will be the food to feed deaths cruel grasp
Lush gardens, walking paths, and wild rose
Such beauty, belongs in the hearts of us all
And yet onwards we march, towards the garden of darkness
Where, all beauty is darker than night itself
Here there is no place for tears
Here you exist only in matter, with no soul
Here, no one hears
Here you lie, in present, past and future
Here, is your final cry
Draconem
Away from human eyes
I fly across the sky
High above the floating clouds
Some think I'm a myth, but I'm as real as you
As I roar steam rises from my nostrils
My tail flicks back and forth as my leathery wings beat the air
My fire opal midnight blue scales flash a play of colors
As I sweep around in great circles and spirals
Down gliding on my stiff transparent glittering wings
My eyes are like glowing ember and my claws are as sharp as onyx daggers
Brown, orange leaves fall like confetti all around a young girl named Jess
As she sits under a canopy of trees
She runs to me and up my wing and wraps her arms around my neck and whispers,
” Take me away a million miles to a land where there is no hate or war”.
As she clung tightly, I unfolded my wide translucent wings and beat the air
Vanishing from sight soar towards the heavens swallowed up by the clouds
10/19/2015
Sponsored By: Carol Eastman
The earth moans the earth and blood is soaked into dirt, the beatitude stands still and the mountain goat is grazing patiently on the hill. The birds are conducting Sunday morning mass and the leaders are prostrating on the grass; woeful tears are streaming down their faces and sins of their youth are scattered in open ditches, running streams, sidewalks and fortified manholes. Bullets wriggling in their flesh and some of them lay face down gasping for breath.
The whippoorwill is flying about and cannery is flying with a knife stuck in its throat. The sun is barely peeping out and the new is flying around the town. Some too busy to listen to it and other are too scared to absorb it. Everything came to a standstill and the news is already waving in the sky. Anxious eyes scrambling for answer and their body temperature are getting hotter. I mute my lips and take a gigantic leap over the three hundred- and fifty-kilometers precipice , clouds beneath clouds, create a waving movement in the sky and clouds underneath clouds spreading inside out. Hundreds of bodies lie still at the altar, swimming in their own pool while the morning scampers along with the machine gun trembling in their hands; they are getting ready for another Sunday mass
The Priests are purifying the grounds and they are spilling the incense all around; a strange sensation burst through the atmosphere and mourners are lining the streets watching destiny as it completes its final round. The old flag is lowered and the new flag is raised to the tower.
Pine cone appears in the middle of the earth and covers the earth’s surface in an oblique manner. They roll from the top of the hill pitching a big tenth in the middle of nowhere, silver, brown and grey they all had something unique to say. It’s regeneration, its human enlightenment it is the rebirth of the life that I have never lived, it’s my childhood yearning my adolescence longing and my adult new life, I have always dream of someone like you but can you really make my adult dream come through, and what about all the people around you I will carve the message on the pumpkin skin and sign it with a daffodils. The lantern is lit, the fireplaces is warm so meet my for coffee or tea before the break of dawn and take the silver pine cone with you.
7/6/22
Finally found the way at long last
Ill happenings in headlines and on broadcast
At first I had problems that I never got past
One of many things I lost at
Failed to stay on that
At times I lost track
As well as contact
Issues arose, they rarely became compact
There was always fine print in the contract
In remote areas there wasn't a nearby off-ramp
A new day another gauze pack
The same can be said for piles of dog crap
Why is it that people always talk trash?
If it's too good to be true, it often has drawbacks
All around a continual undertow
Lord doesn't nor does my mother know
Due to the level of danger there was different color codes
Not like all these other clones
In another zone
Free the guys, bring our brothers home
Most times
Paying it all no mind
Never going to play both sides
By way of how the crow flies
When it's low tide
The chance is there, otherwise opportunity will go by
Why am I always drunk and so high?
Am I just an addict or have I been forsaken?
For a long time I've been awakened
I need it stirred not shaken
As well as a money counter for all the bacon
Still beautiful not misshapen
A world full of labels such as a pagan
No belief in god or satan
The same can be said for hell or haven
Go against me and mine then I react like Liam Neeson in "Taken"
Bring about your end with an iron maiden
A mournful moon ascended,
Haggard,
Bland,
Weak.
Silence unfurled upon the grassy plain.
Gloomy shadows:
I felt so depressed
And lonely.
All around a sense of nostalgia,
Of reluctance
That made me wince in pain.
I sat beneath an old, gnarled oak tree.
The air was mute
But not peaceful!
Still, sparse stars swung in perfect symphony.
Dreams descended on restless somnambulists.
The waning moon continued
Its steady downward course.
The dark green plain stretched afar.
Where were their ghostly shadows?
Spectral and weird darkness seem to dissolve.
The moon was now at its resting place.
Soon, the sun would clear my befogged mind.