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We are those pretty baubles:
the most delicate ornaments
that folks hang on a big or small Christmas Tree!
Kids pull us down and that's naughty;
they make us roll down the carpet...
until they smash us with their toes!
What have we done to deserve this awful fate?
We hope that this season won't bring us any woes!
Handle us with care, we are too fragile...
a gleeful Christmas we offer with our beauty;
our colors remind of green hammocks, red and white roses;
yellow daffodils waving in spring fields that make poets smile!
We wish not to be taken down: our image is never dreary;
be kind to us, we'll give off gleams that the winter's moon loves!
Pretty baubles never get fluffy snowflakes,
or get blown away by a wind that steadily drifts;
they continue to awe all with their loveliness...
come closer and make your lovely wishes!
Written on 12/17/2016
Do you ever doubt what other folks say,
Do you mistrust their intent?
Do you walk around reworking their words,
Living a mental torment?
Overthinking short bursts of simple remarks,
Overthinking the words that were said,
Overthinking those comments filling all of your mind,
Comments filling up all of your head.
If you are be aware that most of what’s said,
It’s forgotten, blown away to the sky,
Blown away and never considered again,
It’s just you that’s left thinking why.
Why did they? When did they? Where did they go?
Who is it they think they have seen?
Leaving you confused with thoughts of your own:
“I wish they’d just say what they mean.”
"This is the place." - Joseph Smith
(I'm not endorsing Mormonism, but I was blown away with our Utah visit last year and we'd randomly throw out that quote while we were there.)
This is the place of royalty's crown,
heaven's Grand Staircase spiraling down.
Hoodoo cathedrals beg your pardon,
meandering in the Queen's Palace garden.
This is the place of Angel's Landing,
overlooking paradise, ever expanding.
Fruit orchards flush, blushing rosy.
Deer relax upon a verdant mat, cozy.
Coral desert sand and trees evergreen
are experienced within the same scene.
A river runs through two hundred foot slate.
Around every bend, surprises await.
7-4-2022
Moods of Change
I have sensed, I feel, I have seen, growing impressions
imprinted upon the walls, inside my skull, impressions
that hang heavy within my D.N.A, like ghostly shadows
streaking across the empty spaces of my minds windows
as my days and nights – closing in on me – seem to be
slipping away, – being dragged ever onward – into a sea
of black holes,– with such gravitational force - you’ll find me
being sucked in, along with those leaving the last ray
of their life’s light, always fighting all that comes our way,
hanging on tightly to the fragile edges of what remains to day
of a reality, that has long since, gone to memory,
gone to dust, blown away by winds telling a story
of lives lived, experiences had and of life decaying
as we walk this plane, for a better future, we are praying
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Drift Wood
There is this used less appendage
that once – maybe – during the course
of a passing month, rises, falls, becomes the useless,
meaningless, remnant of the past, a standing protrusion,
that does little more then lay idle,
even at times, when it gets revved up,
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Paths
As we come to the end of that long road,
it becomes much harder to carry the load,
find a path that our psyche legs can climb
as they take us from a journey, once sublime
and into the past that has come in rhyme.
B. J. “A ” 2
January 28th 2004
I am being very modest
Always so trying my hardest
Not to stare in your direction
But there's some kind of connection
That I feel in the air
Every time that I am near
And see your sweet loving eyes
Something in me stirs and sighs
But my affections are far fetched
Your hearts been pushed far and stretched
To the limit with bad loves
Now it's treated with kid gloves
You are careful and aware
When your heart beat starts to care
Because you've been burned a lot
Every time a new love starts
So I admire from afar
Afraid to leave another scar
On your loving heart that's been
Blown away into the wind
Patiently I'll wait until
A new wind comes in to fill
You up with a new desire
To light up a raging fire
And I will carefully handle
The spark that lights up the candle
That will soon be high and scorching
And I'd be no longer watching
From a distance any longer
As this flame is getting stronger
Letting me inside your soul
I won't break--just keep it whole
(To be sang to the tune of
"Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen)
Here's a wee warning.
Eowyn is on his way.
He'll blast round the UK.
So now batten down the hatches.
Lock up your house.
Close all curtains now
And hide!
We are just human.
They are the elements...
Dark clouded skies
Wind is strong
Rain will batter
All day long.
We need our shelter
Coz otherwise we'll all be blown away!
Like debris.
Warning!
There's a red alert.
All the gusts that travel past
May be a hundred miles fast.
Warning!
Pets need protection.
We don't want our animals to fly!
Hours!
That's how long.
There will be damage.
Be aware that fences aren't as rooted as trees!
Make sure you stay inside.
Any trips can wait.
Make sure you stay inside.
Snuggle up, keep cozy -
Stay safe!
I watch the rain flow backwards,
back up into the sky.
I was soaking wet
and now I am dry
All the moisture is gone,
sucked up from the ground.
Reversing rain,
it makes no sound.
The flowers cry,
tears joining the rain
As the moisture is lost,
do the flowers feel pain?
Their colors exhaled,
only dust remains.
The trees look angry,
gnarled branches are bare.
Colorful foliage no longer there
Leaves like breath,
have blown away.
The birds have left,
no reason to stay.
The world we know,
reaches it's end.
Back to the sky,
life's blood ascends!
With each droplet,
we make amends.
Back to dust,
we do descend
Our crimes are many,
the earth cries out for blood.
We become part of,
a different kind of flood.
Now rejoined to the earth,
us foolish men of mud.
Questions answered,
as we rise from the dead.
The Earth is restored,
by rivers of red.
Fountain of life,
no more need for rain.
True Joy makes way,
ending human pain
Blessed are the forgiven,
God mercifully reigns!
Waking in a garden,
within a city of light.
We are clothed in garments,
of brilliant white.
Sins now forgotten,
like dust blown away.
Night and darkness,
replaced by this new day
Gifted new bodies,
we're no longer just clay.
God's promises are kept
He has the final say!
Let's start this issue with hard facts
believe it or not the seed is now planted
from our Lord's spoken words lets address this world openly honest
It only fills us with the wind and the emptiness of pride
Now lets count the cost of innocent lives
through greed and human sacrifice
corrupted where peace no longer exists a humane body of love
Divine lightening is coming with it we lock our doors
the three dark days of darkness lets not forget
when His Supreme Justice falls into chaos
The sins of this time outweigh past chastisements
The wrath of His force is Almighty has never been seen before
when slaying the dragon crushing him with His Power
The low key figure that he is we need to bolt our doors shut soon
as this world is in deep turmoil no one reads the sign of the cross
He who is coming our Jerusalem King and Saviour Sweet Son of the Father
In Spirit baptised and confirmed by the spear of Destiny
striking down petition once and for all
eternity in that battlefield we will lose some of those whom you loved dearly
Into the end prayer could not save them
from this awful emptiness left behind under a trail of smoke
remains shamed tears of choice under ashes blown away
Today I noticed rain clouds gathering
And the sky was turning gray;
Cooler air was moving in
As the winds kicked up a fray.
Birds stopped singing in the trees
As leaves began to drift
Up, down and all around
And my spirits began to lift.
You’d think the mood was melancholy
But the opposite was true;
Negativity does not depend on if or when
The sky is orange or black or blue.
I was lifted up and blown away
Like a rocket in the night,
The storm clouds coming my way
Were all but pure delight.
Knowing feelings are but a state of mind
We cultivate with care,
Like planting seeds and pulling weeds
In foul weather and in fair.
Sometimes we’re more successful than
This life ought to allow,
While other times we miss the mark
Not knowing why or how.
We let our moods go racing
Like wild horses running free,
Controlling who and what we are
Inside, we just can’t see.
The fact that we’re not mustangs,
Thoroughbreds or colts,
We’re so much more than runs on four
Legs and likes to bolt.
We’re the family of humanity
With minds that ebb and flow
From rainy clouds and starry nights
To the green grass down below.
And so we seek to control our temperaments
From the universe inside me and you,
Because negativity does not depend on if or when
The sky is orange or black or blue.
A turning nation
Turn around we all fall
The tall are bound but small
Here comes the crown, swords drawn
A nation turns and the world
burns spin with is bloody sins
In the quiet din of angry
light buzzing incandescence
A night endless insight
Vast and close as the razor to the heart
Closer to the darkest Holocaust
Turn around, madness is in play
Thy fools kingdom display…
Remaining bits of bone of the insane
All for the glory, gold from afar
Far away!
The power and fame, money
and hard credit cards
Jewels, ivory neon bars.
A fifteen-second of flame dancing in shame
Rain the greed of a nation in turn insane
Spin the lights flare white
Blaring out the fractured chrome
Fades flakes and drifts away
All fall, down ash to ash of bone
all blown away
Tumbles down the crown
A nation in turn a nation a burn
Fearing the nation all lost
Faded in glory…
The rage!