Long Bode Poems
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A comment such as "He looked right through me" portrays a person who's not in a positive light relative to the veiwer. It's indicative of a reality that does not bode well for the person being observed because such a statement portrays a lack of respect. Every person needs to be respected, and eye contact is a great start toward achieving such an objective.
If tunnel vision is a lesser to be desired point of veiw, then certainly eagle vision is to be the most coveted of all, in as much as an eagle can spot a mouse two miles away. Why, if I had the eyes of an eagle, I would be able to see an ant from five stories high.*
Within certain perimeters, we have the ability both to see things we are not looking at and to target that which we desire. Sometimes it is difficult to see the trees because of the forest. However, if we really desire to see the tree, we must pause, slow down, or even stop for a close-up and targeted veiw of the tree.
It's been said that the devil is in the details, but remember also that the details might also reveal angels unawares or in disquise. So let's beware, bewise, and utilize both our tunnel and peripheral vision lest we deprive ourselves of something to be desired.
In our cyber spaced world of social media, we may have lots of 'likes' and 'followers', but do they have tunnel visions of you? Are they looking straight through you? Are they looking in your direction but does not really see you? Realistically, do they really have any idea of who you are? Anyway, I am all mused out in this dim-lighted tunnel which I must now exit and pause, because both my eyes and brain need a break.
04272018PS *Wikipedia
K-ingdom of God in heaven,
E-ternal life in paradise;
R-eceive them in the flock,
S-alvation for the Church Of Christ.
H-ell is for the unfortunate,
E-verlasting peace for the chosen;
Y-es, the door of the fold is found by the heart so open.
M-ansion up in the sky,
A-bode so holy and glorious;
Y-es, the city's gate is ajar for the ones victorious.
B-ehold the promised land,
U-ntil you see it with your eyes;
E-ven if it takes tribulation,
N-ever turn away from prize.
D-ay ten of June morn,
I-nspired verses reach you;
A-side from warm wishes, good greetings won't make you blue.
M-ansion up in the sky
A-llows you to enter;
L-et your faith be strong,
I-n spite of the vile weather.
C-ome into the bright light,
D-arkness shall pass by;
E-arnestly aim to attain
M-ansion up in the sky.
The Old Rusty Gate
Bright sunbeams puddle on a summer road,
Lazy bumblebees rise up with the heat,
Leads to a rusty gate, mysteries bode,
Barrier opens wide, invites come retreat.
A garden gate where pale lilac plumes lounge,
Secluded secrecy of hollyhocks,
Where snarled blackberry vines freely abound
With tangled climbing roses and white phlox.
Abandoned garden grows in wild array
Behind the gate that each day spawns more rust
Untended briars – forlorn nights - sad days –
Footpaths clog with the spells of ragged dusts.
Season’s pass, erase footprint signatures
‘Til life blooms from rusty gate overtures.
6-23-22
Contest: One in Five
Sponsor: Joseph May
Title Chosen: The Old Rusty Gate
Your rage's a fury that's all pain,
blight, and a plague of blood-red rain;
as though the fearful will of God,
and Sovran that one dares not trod
on, you're a wrath which raises Cain!
And like a thunderous, loud peal,
by a thunderclap we all can feel,
your explosive temper blasts our coasts,
destroying all that we love most,
and forcing us to shrink and kneel.
A violent and baneful squall,
you bode misfortune for us all;
and oh, woe! Like a perfect storm,
you're deadlier than just the norm;
and worse than pride before a fall.
Ah, but behold! Your blood-red rage
now is transformed by God's writ page:
for though your life's one of hopelessness,
you are still a work in progress
which will usher in a Golden Age!
Above my hearth rests a muzzle loader I know not how old.
Ah, could it speak, what adventurous tales to be told!
Oft I've caressed it and pondered time and again,
About where it was made and who its owners might have been!
Lewis and Clark may have used it in their daring odyssey,
To carry out Jefferson's dream and quest for Manifest Destiny!
Could it have been shouldered by Dan'l Boone, that hardy pioneer,
In his exploration of Kentucky to expand the western frontier?
Could it have reposed above the hearth of a humble cabin abode,
Ever ready to keep at bay whatever peril may have bode?
I'm sure it was used by a father with all his skill and ardor,
To provide provender for his family's ever scanty larder!
Perhaps it was fired by a Yank or Reb clashing upon the field of strife,
Brother against brother, bent on sending the other to eternal life!
Mayhaps a grizzled mountain man of the Rocky Mountain west,
Toted it in his quest for beaver fur of which he was obsessed!
Maybe it was aboard a Conestoga wagon pulled by plodding teams,
And carried by a man heading west to fulfill his family's dreams!
I suppose I could attach to it any fanciful tale I might choose,
But about its ancient and mysterious past I much prefer to muse!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
I don't know what to do, I don't know where to start
they've told me I've got cancer and it's torn my world apart
they told me they could treat it, but they had to operate
I asked them "what's my chances" they said "that's down to fate"
I had to tell my husband, which really didn't bode to well
he'd already been through so much, this news would seem like hell
he said, "please don't leave me, you are my life, my wife, my soul"
"don't worry darling, I'll be back" I'll be there when you call
I had to get my act together, I wanted to stay strong
to leave my husband all alone, to me that just seemed wrong
so I made myself a promise, that I would return back home
no matter what the outcome, he would not be on his own
well, I survived the cancer treatment, and that's a big relief
but then my husband had an episode, that shocked us beyond belief
they took him to the hospital, they told him, there's no doubt
you've got a major blockage, and we've got to take it out
they said once they'd cut him open, they found to their dismay
my husband, he'd got cancer, it's one we could not take away
my world just collapsed around me, I'd no more strength to give
especially when they told me, he'd only three months left to live.
As the odometer had read that day, nine seventeen seventeen
Least in my head, but not knowing really what it would mean
Then after a few weeks passed it clearly came into such light
For that's when the votes will be cast, by evening on that night
Here on the eve of that very day if passed it will not bode well
As I sit here and continue to pray and in so going about to tell
If you have NEVER tried to pray before try to just start tonight
For whatever may be in store you need to set your family right
Oh I see fire and I see rain, I even see the devil in a blue dress
But mostly I just see pain as the whole world's become a mess
I have called out to you before, but never with reason so stern
Absolutely no one can be sure but all should be able to discern
Sixty seven votes the Senate will need which they may not get
To where all this will eventually lead as with what will now beset
But all of it was written down so one should know what's ahead
All the Glory of His Crown! He meant every single Word He Said
Isaiah 18
And your covenant with death shall be disannulled,
and your agreement with hell shall not stand;
when the overflowing scourge shall pass through,
then ye shall be trodden down by it.
Light and shade are vital to life's beauty, charm, and richness. By Poet.
sun
sunshine
dawn to dusk
nature supplies
vivacious hues clash
cumulonimbus cloud
sprouts expanse toward the sun
every day, it swells keen and vast
as crocus sprouts muzzle widespread breeze
in stark peacefulness through the strides of verve
Melted gold gleams in the thoughts of moonbeams.
As light wanes, faint stars tackle to glow.
they shimmer like zillions of studs
while embedded to sunbeams
Scudding blue-purple swarms.
soar through azure sky.
gazed birch leaf buds
and clean grass
spring's rays
warmth.
scour
the bliss
tweaked and deep
blue fades to mauve
humped at hearts of stem
stream heavenly keenness
as waterway of sheer praise
sequent the path of least toughness
same as a flower's smell loads the air
linked to bode love, uttering lease to flow
Written: February 15, 2022
1st place contest winner
E Forms- Etheree - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
the dogs were happy
did not have to dig deep
in bomb craters and
makeshift graves
they licked at pulverized bones
and liquefied brains
slurped up the proceeds of war
and roamed the street
sluggish and flatulent
saliva dribbled as well
from the industrial military complex
fused joy with sore fingers
from counting the money
Dmitri wondered
what had become of his folks
and where the flowers had gone
before he pegged his rag doll
to a skull bone that floated
in a sewer of lost hope
his young soul was confused
with reality and fake news
and yet his scarred mind
was never far from revenge
as he waded through carnage and destruction
he found remains of his pet
and smeared a bloody reminder
on his feverish forehead
picked up a land mine
and bode farewell to one of his arms
because the weapon exploded
never one to cease with belligerent ease
Banned man
So, it finally happened, of course, Trump gets the blame
but I think this, not the whole story.
For years the workers have seen their wage packet shrinking
and their rights being ignored, no health insurance
nor trade union to look after their interest
As the common man gets poorer, the wealthy get richer
they live with the fear of needing surgery or losing the job.
The two ills go together if a sick person stay away from work
too long he gets fired anyway.
The people revolted Trump fanned the flame that already
was lit.
And it gets worse the big tech firms have banned the president
of the united states and that is an outrage that belongs
to a dictatorship, it has a sinister implication that doesn’t bode well
for us civilian when only what suits the big tech get a hearing
this includes anyone of us at any time.