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War is not my wintry answer
when summer's serene peace
remains a cherished question.
Late autumn's year end Advent
sadly anticipates late winter's
grey unrelenting Lent
As Christmas traumatically
commercially prophesies
black Good Friday
before Easter mortality
Painful future passion story losses,
hopefully temporary,
yet now recently felt
with post-bimillennial stressors.
A global sensory climate of anxiety
and not anticipation,
of unease
and not health
across the nation
Of crumbling democratic energy
fading public sensing health
and bumbling good synergy
reflecting dark governance
lack of wealth,
Lost in dogmatic
even fascist partisanship,
abandonment of healthy democracy
bicameral bipartisanship
Sacred Left
and secular BusinessAsUsual Right
religiously held monoculturing privileges
held tightly all night
overwhelming divinely humane
co-passionate polycultural serenity,
Unitarian integrity
of universal NewYear EarthTribe health
Yintegrity resonantly promising
profound Yangish resilient wealth.
How will this EarthTribe sacred solstice
harmonically resound
healthy democratic energy?
Spaciously serene peace
for wealthy therapeutic Earth
justice.
Consumer wars
are not my LeftBrain answer
when RightMind healthy peace
remains my economically enlightened
and politically empowered
sacred
trusted
integrity-potentiated
question.
Near the fountain stands the male
In iridescent glory,
But his mate begins this tale,
A true Manhattan story.
These same ducks have made their home
Outside a high-rise building.
I see them swim or sleep or roam;
The truth requires no gilding.
This morning, early, as he waits,
The female, with intention
Of what she now anticipates,
Insists on prompt attention.
She marches right up to the door,
By which a doorman’s standing
And opens up her beak to score
The meal she is demanding.
In full regalia, he complies
And grabs a baggie waiting,
Then shoos some pigeons to the skies,
Their hope for food deflating.
He sprinkles breakfast for the pair,
Who gustily start eating
And I walk on so I can share
This urban morning meeting.
It comes upon us every year
we know it's effect, so prepare!
but it always catches us out
even the trees are left so bare
We should be better prepared
always thinking I'll be next year
each winter brings its cold reality
but wish spring to catch my tears
Remember growing up in the country
early morning rise was such a pain
so cold then with no heating indoors
just thinking about it left an inward stain
Worst of all was darkness came early
sitting down at 5pm to have a meal
looking out after finishing our food
it felt summer gone, it was a steal
Encourage yourself it'll soon be gone
spring will come to show it's light
to remove winters dark dreary nights
your inward feel anticipates it so bright
(Just thinking on the coming of winter.)
Who listens to me when I'm down
Knows when my smile masks a frown
Who sticks with me through thick and thin
No matter the trouble I find myself in
Who is a perpetual ray of sunshine, never complains
Be winter's cold unbearable, preceding torrential rains
Who daily anticipates my every need
Fulfilling my desires, in both word and deed
You, the light of my life, my angelic wife
You whom I love here on Earth, and in the Afterlife
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always happy and laughing, you lit up the room with your smile,
god used your expressions of love towards us lasting only for a while,
i'll never forget you, or the impressions you've made,
knowing you were dying, but in your heart the foundations were laid,
you knew where you'de be when your life here would end,
your memories touched my heart, a most cherished friend,
i was small when you left, but i knew where you would be,
a life now lived with god forever in the comfort of eternity,
you taught us each week with such enthusiasm as you read to us god's word,
you explained how to let jesus into our hearts with a smile that reassured,
you may have left us physically, but in my heart you are not gone,
your love for god was beautiful to me, and your memory still lives on,
how could i ever forget you,
i know i never will,
you were truly an angel sent from god, and his purpose you fufilled,
i remember asking my mom "why is she so happy, knowing that she is dying?"
"shouldn't she be very sad, shouldn't she be crying?"
my mother replied in a sweet tone of voice "that's because she has jesus living
in her heart."
"he makes her so happy, she forgets all her pain, and anticipates seeing him
when she'll depart."
i tried so hard to understand, as i watched her lift her hands, and praised god
while she was singing,
this truly was not the very end for her, but a new chapter and a new beginning,
god used an extradinary woman in my childhood to stir the curiousity in my heart
and mind,
to pinpoint the direction on where he wanted to take me, showing me there was
a love i'de soon be able to find.
Form:
A sacred space, the spirit weak,
Death's angel, patient, waits;
The pneuma raspy, prospects bleak,
Yet hope anticipates.
From dust to dust, the cycle nears
One revolution round;
Despair ye not, for it is clear
That this is hallowed ground.
A mother and a faithful wife
Slips peaceful to the past;
A daughter of the king of life
Awaits the unknown vast
Where death has lost its grip, its sting,
Yet felt by those still here,
Till she beholds a wondrous thing:
At last, to be drawn near.
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Written a few years back after sitting with my wife and her siblings and their father, as their mother passed.
I see FRIDAY just ahead, and I am going there.
By the time I get to WEDNESDAY, I'll feel great.
I'll feel genuine relief and sense accomplishment.
MONDAY always question why I didn't say goodbye.
MONDAY always wonder about my disappearing act.
MONDAY is always sad that SHE did not come along.
MONDAY also makes me sad, and TUESDAY passes slowly.
TUESDAY is also a 'wake me upper' and pushes me forward.
TUESDAY anticipates WEDNESDAY and blazes the trail.
If WEDNESDAY thinks she can, THURSDAY knows she can.
THURSDAY re-energizes, knowing that FRIDAY is within reach.
FRIDAY is the little engine that could, and she really did.
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Frozen Blossom
Cold lips, sun-kissed.
Rose-crimson comes to life,
unfolding bliss,
opening aperture -
hear the rapture.
The tint of snow, bright-red.
Frozen sunset
in ev-e-ry petal.
She shivers, with delight,
anticipates
animated brushstrokes
fondling velvet.
Revival, early Spring -
sings angel wings,
tinged with silver detox.
As she breathes out,
she warms inner stamen,
awakening
potent place in Eden.
Frozen blossom,
fragile in dormant state -
latent shatter,
but she is beautiful,
and capable
of weathering the snow.
A blushing bride
with wedding veil, of white,
in April’s hold.
Espoused daren’t let her
out of his sight.
I longed for his heart
Vibrant, alive, full of love
Filled with music, a song of hope
Imagination, inspiration
Feelings rich with promise
I yearned for his love
Lingering prayers held my dreams
Fulfilling lights, bold and promising
Opening silence with kisses of faith
Dancing on hearts, pure grace
I craved his kindness, his caress
The way he smiled and laughed
The breath of his kiss, his wish
Pouring over me like dewdrop dreams
Penetrating my pores with intimacy
I ached for his touch, his hands
Whispering soft against my skin
Breathing stardust desires through me
Lighting my heart with moonlight
Flickering bright as my tears gleamed
I hungered for his feelings, his warmth
Enlightening and bold, stirring my soul
Gazing through a lens of purity, promises
Brought to life by vibrant affections
Feelings blessed with acceptance
I coveted his heart, his mind, his feelings
The honest way of his tears, his mystery
Happiness, inspiration, imagination
The fierce honesty that made him so amazing
The love that would always awaken me
I wanted him the way drought desires rain
The way darkness awaits the dawn
The way silence expects a noise
Like pain knows there will soon be pleasure
And my heart anticipates his devotion
It would be many years before I realized
This dream, my fantasy, my hope
Becoming a reality, assured and fulfilling
Like laughter, inspiration, joy - knowing
Love like this is my heart’s wonder, a miracle, a gift!
Innocuous winds stir on the surface
Diabolical, sinuous unknowns, chilled to the bone
What dwells beneath is what concerns us
The Black Sea has secrets hidden in the depths
Dark ages wait in pain
Thick tar buried, expired with the spirit
Fermenting hate below the sunken boat
Something with bad breath and jagged teeth
Sinks deeper without sleep into the mind
Anticipates death and never rests
Lurks ugly in contempt with nefarious intent
Grabs for you to drag you down
There is no cure for abominations sent from hell
With malice, psychotic episodes that never end
Iniquity is not that pretty in the dark of hearts
Found at the level of the dead
Layers of warped consciousness licking at the brain
Over the edge with insanity to feed
It wants brains to eat to suck out all ideas
One thought at a time until they die
It does not matter that monsters have no manners
Etiquette is for the weak of mind, delicate of spirit
Creatures from the sea don't care what you are thinking
If this seems strange to you, familiar or too dangerous
It's true