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“When life traverses the path of agony the birds in the
yearning sky show the flight course out of the feeling of
being abandoned” – Quote by Poet
In the garden path, forlorn and entranced you walk,
dawn’s seraphic sky embraces you with silken hue.
I feel my heart fly there high with the dove flock,
you won’t be lonely, for I won’t ever leave you.
In the desert dunes you trail lost and desolate,
follow the melted mirage moving out of your view,
reach the verdant oasis where you will find me wait,
you won’t feel you’re dismal, for I won’t ever desert you.
On the silver sands of the satin beach you pace alone,
the waves adorn your feet with pearly pattern new.
You feel my heart’s rhythm as I make you my own,
you won’t be adrift, for I won’t ever forsake you.
On the stream of love you sail away from agony,
in the plateau of yearning anchor your life atoned.
You hear in murmuring ripples my heart’s symphony,
you won’t be dismayed, for I won’t leave you abandoned.
Ah! To be adrift upon the boundless sea sailing, sailing, sailing!
Alone with the sea and pristine sky with southerly winds prevailing.
No particular destination in mind as upon the surging sea I plod,
Nor is there another soul in view as I quietly commune with God!
Ah! To be alone at night in the desert pondering, pondering, pondering!
I lie to refresh my weary bones after a day of vagabond wandering,
Savoring the soothing quietude with gentle zephyrs caressing my face,
Gazing heavenward as constellations wink at me from outer space!
Ah! To scale the highest mountain where even eagles dare not fly!
The precious solitude of it all! I can reach out and touch the sky.
Such divine inspiration it brings to this mere mortal's languid soul,
As God's Creation beyond is revealed for me to relish and extol!
Ah! To amble down a forest path when autumn leaves adorn the trees!
Gold and crimson leaves waft about me, stirred by an occasional breeze.
I'm awed by the Master Artist's handiwork no mere artist dare portray.
This priceless solitude and beauty I shall treasure forever and a day!
Ah! To lie 'neath a shade by a rippling stream and dream, dream, dream!
Watching vagabond clouds scudding across the sky in solitude supreme!
I suppose there are folks who prefer to mingle with the multitude,
But I treasure time alone to muse and write in peaceful solitude!
Entry for Line Gauthier's "The Beauty of Solitude" Contest
Read with image at my blog: purelandsutras.wordpress.com
Night’s shadow lours upon the world
And the streets are silent like the
Netherworld—without a single
Morning soul to be seen or heard.
But amidst the dimness is a lone
Lit nest serving toffee flavored coffee,
And as the jukebox sings “Do I Worry” ,
Wistful nighthawks gather to ponder
From midnight to twilight, minding
Only their lonely aloof thoughts,
And to be adrift in surreal reverie,
During this moonlit lull when the
Sun shines bright but in dreamworld.
Note: Do I Worry is an Ink Spots song.
Poem released into Public Domain
Being your daughter has been an incredible gift.
You and Dad have given me such a wonderful life.
I know that, before me, your lives seemed to be adrift,
But, because of you, I am a mother and a wife.
You both raised me with nothing but happiness and love
And now I get to pass on that warmth to my child.
She’s a part of this family that fits like a glove.
That was obvious from the first time that she smiled.
You get to watch your grandchild live a life of fun.
She will follow in your footsteps and learn from the best.
With role models like you two, she has already won.
She’ll be a champion in life, above all the rest.
It’s time to wake up from the dream of what could have been.
The reality is that you were just selfish and scared.
I guess life doesn’t go on… as you proved way back when
Aborting me for no reason showed how much you cared.
Where would my reason come from?
My purpose for rising at dawn – for risking my heart,
For giving a part of my smile, a part of my light…
Where would I go when I want to show?
My thoughts on the page, my thoughts of love and faith,
The feelings that sing like grace, the feelings that are the way…
I say…
Without poetry, I would be just gray.
Never vibrant like the scarlet in my passion,
Never lively like the glistening of the starry night,
Never luminous like the sunlight who abides in my life.
Without poetry, I would be so meek.
Never vehement as the laughter who breathes,
Never fervent as the moment who bleeds,
Never zealous as the eagerness of a budding leaf.
Without poetry, I wouldn’t be me.
I would be lost amid the words that couldn’t speak.
I would be missing the colors of my painting.
I would be adrift in a sea of disenchanting.
Without poetry – Where would I be? Because I surely wouldn’t be me!
My dream, my undying yearning,
Is to dwell in a dream-world of my own,
In a misty city amid teal lakes and white peaks,
Filled with clear waters, lush groves and majestic pines,
With marvelous minimalist halls of mid-century design.
I seek to read in lofty libraries and muse in art galleries,
To be adrift in abstract beauty and a Baroque adagio,
To lounge in cafes filled with creative reverie, and
Elegant silent patrons lost in their daydreams.
I yearn to spend each sublime evening admiring starry skies
From under a domed skylight, to enjoy creamy coffee upon a
Lakeside veranda, amid dew drops and cool blissful breezes,
Gazing at the sun as it slowly rises beyond the skyline.
All rights released into Public Domain
Ah! To be adrift upon the boundless sea sailing, sailing, sailing!
Alone with sea and pristine sky with southerly winds prevailing.
No particular destination in mind as upon the surging sea I plod,
Nor is there another soul in view as I quietly commune with God!
Ah! To be alone at night in the desert pondering, pondering, pondering!
I lie to refresh my weary bones after a day of vagabond wandering.
Savoring the soothing quietude with gentle zephyrs caressing my face,
Gazing heavenward as constellations wink at me from outer space!
Ah! To scale the highest mountain where even eagles dare not fly!
The precious solitude of it all! I can reach out and touch the sky!
Such divine inspiration it brings to this mere mortal's languid soul,
As God's Creation beyond is revealed for me to relish and extol!
Ah! To amble down a forest path when autumn leaves adorn the trees!
Gold and crimson leaves waft about me, stirred by an occasional breeze!
I'm awed by The Master Artist's handiwork no mere artist dare portray.
This priceless solitude and beauty I shall treasure forever and a day!
Ah! To lie 'neath a shade nigh a rippling stream and dream, dream, dream!
Watching vagabond clouds scudding across the sky is solitude supreme!
I suppose that there are many folks who prefer mingling with the multitude,
But I treasure time alone to dream, write and muse in peaceful solitude!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
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If it wasn't for poetry and the emotions it brings,
I wouldn't hear and feel the soft wind chimes ringing
in a summer breeze.
Or capture the eminence of colors and be drawn to the sweet
sent in the air, a bewitching mix of sweetness of blue expanse
and fresh flowers. Or sit and watch the setting sun and deep
shadows reaching across towards the infinite land
and connecting to the horizon.
If it wasn't for poetry, I wouldn't be adrift to the sounds of nature
and relaxing soft music. Or sensation touch of cool breeze
as I walk on a sandy beach and listen to the surf.
Or fall asleep to the welcoming darken twilight and iridescent
of the moon against the clouds.
If it, wasn't for poetry; I wouldn't know how to express death
and the abandonment and loneliness it brings.
I am a makeup of this life that comes with love, faith, hope,
and wisdom, and poetry has away to leave a peace within.
11/23/2023
Santa learned about a year ago that the North Pole was thawing slow,
And in the not too distant future, he may be adrift on a perilous floe!
That was disturbing, but another situation has elicited little cheer.
(As if the jolly old gent didn't have enough to worry about this time of year!)
His toy making operation has slowed and there's little work for the elves,
Resulting in massive lay-offs and, sadly, a lot of bare and empty shelves!
Many of his little sprites collect unemployment due to the lack of work,
And Mrs. Clause nags him about getting decent work, driving him berserk!
Things deteriorated to such a degree that he asked Obama for largesse,
And of course he replied, "Sure! I'll tax the rich to cover your distress!"
This unfortunate dilemma has caused Santa a serious bout of angina,
Since nowadays, most of Santa's goodies are being "MADE IN CHINA!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
A digit on the calendar year end shifts
Despair transitioning into doubtful hope
In truth what has changed, if we be adrift
Rooted in mind body as with fears we grope
Twenty twenty gone; we are lucky to be alive
Many a friend has crossed to the other side
We yet feel within joy, we cannot describe
It is the vibrant current of God inside
Aliveness in an unbroken continuum
Moment to moment, moments melded
Bliss ignition, each node our sensorium
As life unfolds, no scenes need be edited
With ego receded, vaporised presence smiles
Immersed in yet immune from the medley
As a mist of bliss free from narrow guile
Heart within sings a loving melody
The song of love touches all hearts
On the surface discord may manifest
At soul spirit level, all are one, none apart
Oh hermit! Know that all are already at the crest
So as years shift, dates change, in linear time
We say ‘thee, thou, thine’; not ‘I, me, mine’
In gentle resonance with divine sublime
Head-heart merged, we softly align
With love
02-January-2021