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Lust betwixt my careful selected words
slowly drifted into sun-rays, in-through a key-hole
widening my hazel eyes, too behold inwards
searched one point to view, too review, I'd scroll
both my eyelids raise, there, I'd-browse
eyes search a spot lit space, awesome
rainbow, encompassed white clouds
white mountains, flash-back momentum,
a crystal lens, only you on 'our crystal blue lake
Bluegrass-music, driftwood all about
Lollipop bushes, nonsense laughter, shake,
to ponder, too wonder, lucky soon no-doubt
My Daydreams, expressed, beauty in color,
stare in solitude, calm, alone, soaring through air
Laughter, rhyming stanzas, master of hue
Into my little poem book, in bed with you dear
My day began by watching
As they read the victims’ names,
A somber sad reminder
Of an act that still inflames.
A bell was struck to mark the time
Each tower was attacked
And once again, when each collapsed;
The moment was exact.
Though 20 years have passed, the shock
And sorrow still feel fresh,
Especially for those of us
Who lived it in the flesh.
But time goes on and 4 p.m.
Brought tennis to the screen –
The U.S. Open Women’s match –
The best I’ve ever seen.
The finalists were fierce and kept
On evening the score,
Both desperate for the crown
That neither one had earned before.
The match-up was unusual –
Two teens were on the court,
Infusing such enthusiasm
To this age-old sport.
And so my day began with death -
Still awful in its scope –
But it ended with the future
And the joy of youth and hope.
Dear Brother,
How I wish I could have known you, you wanted to be, the brother with life so planned, so carefree not these memories of you filled with pain but not hidden enough by the rain. You did whatever you could just to live and hide behind your tears. You faced life as hard as it was, pushing each day to the limit just to adjust. When I think of you, I think of myself, how lost we both sometimes seems, but still yet able to chase a dream. Now with your light, which glowed so bright turned off spiritually, you my brother is finally set free. A star in the night, now to help be my guiding light to the things that I know are right. And yes you went too soon, before you could heal from your worldly wounds. But now on today, my sweet dear brother it is ok because God sent you home, he sent you away to a greater place. Away from a world where it seemed you couldn’t win, into Heaven to begin again. This is where I will find you one day, two souls together swept away. Today I take with me: your smile, your laugh, the way you talked, but most of all the love you brought. I must bid a farewell on today, but never forgetting you in any way. You are remembered, you are celebrated. You will be very missed, a heaven-sent kiss from your sister with so much love, now my watching DOVE.
Form:
From sea to sea our voices rise,
Beneath the wide and open skies.
On Canada, this first of July,
We lift our hearts and spirits high.
The Rockies wear their crowns of snow,
Where crystal streams and rivers flow.
The prairies wave in fields of gold,
A timeless beauty to behold.
The forests whisper, deep and green,
The grandest sights we've ever seen.
The maple's leaves in scarlet blaze,
Bring warmth to cool autumnal days.
The northern lights in silence dance,
As moonlit waters gently glance.
From Arctic shores to ocean blue,
Each mile reveals a wondrous view.
Before our nation's course was drawn,
Indigenous peoples greeted dawn.
With wisdom earned through countless years,
They faced the seasons without fears.
The First Nations cared for every tree,
Each mountain, river, lake, and sea.
The Inuit stood both proud and strong,
Where northern nights are dark and long.
The Métis helped to shape this land,
With faithful heart and willing hand.
Their stories live in every place,
A treasured part of Canada's grace.
The dreamers came from far away,
To build a brighter, better day.
They crossed the seas with hope anew,
And built this nation, strong and true.
The railway stretched from shore to shore,
Connecting neighbours evermore.
With every spike and iron rail,
They proved that courage would prevail.
Our farmers tilled the fertile ground,
Where rich abundance still is found.
Our fishers braved the restless tide,
With strength and faith their constant guide.
Our builders raised each town with care,
Creating homes for all to share.
Our teachers, healers, artists too,
Helped paint the future into view.
Our soldiers answered duty's call,
With steadfast hearts they gave their all.
Their sacrifice we still revere,
Remembered every passing year.
Though history has both joy and pain,
We strive to learn and grow again.
With open hearts and hopeful eyes,
A stronger nation we shall rise.
So let the maple proudly fly,
Beneath this bright July first sky.
With grateful hearts we proudly say,
"Happy Canada Day!"
May peace endure from shore to shore,
May kindness lead forevermore.
With every sunrise yet to be,
May hope define our destiny.
Here's to the mountains standing tall,
The rivers, forests, one and all.
To every voice both old and new—
Happy Birthday, Canada, to you!
I'd like to write a song
I thought that would be fine
One that is original
Much more than just one line
Not rely on the music
As some writers are prone to do
The lyrics should be different
Not Yah!Yah or Boo De Boo
The musicians are important
They are essential for the song
Without a fitting melody
The song can go wrong
The writer and the musos
Have to write as a pair
There's no room for egos
Or arguments to flare
As long as there is harmony
And both parts come to fit
The writer and the musician
Have a good chance of a hit
When I started writing
It was meant to be a song
I did not realise
A song would take so long
So La La La, Dah Dah Dah
And Dee Dee Dee, Dee Dee
There you are, an instant hit
And guess who wrote it, Me
I love a boy with soft eyes and a lost soul
The one that makes me feel
Like I'm never alone.
At home when I'm in your arms
After the storm you're my calm.
You put me back in the clouds
That's where I am with you around..
It's the place where I rest my head on your chest
Falling asleep to your voice is the sweetest gift.
Like waking up to a new day
Your startled heart, beating in my ear
As your alarm makes us both jump..
We smile and I cuddle back up to you
Five more minutes is worth more than it's time value..
You look like how the sweetest cologne smells
Filling me up til my lungs expel, a smile onto my face..
With you is my favorite place.
We can build a castle in the sky, wasting time..
Swimming in eachothers eyes.
I will be your cup of tea, you'll be my variety..
We can have everything.
And when the sands of time bring death about
We will die but I have no doubts
That in the end we will still fly
And live in our castle up in the sky.. ~
What a tranquil abode, our heart haven
Free from narrowness of our lower mind
Flow of silence therein, blissful heaven
Radiating hues of love and light, kind
Softened attention invites divine grace
Our hollowed out form, magnetised by love
Vaporised self beholds God face to face
Heart both fearless lion and gentle dove
Soul acceptant, feels a surge of power
Through highs and lows, we never lose focus
Recognising God as our soul saviour
Steadfast thus, along the divine locus
There then thus being nothing to be done
Our Father and we, already are one
27-July-2021
The Earth is my Grandmother
caring and gentle, whispering
to me upon her breezes to nurture,
replant, enjoy the world. She
call to me in the echoes of the
mountains to remember, to relax,
to keep the world a better place.
The Moon is my Grandfather
rock hard and silent, watching
me, instructing me on how not
to turn Grandmother into a
barren wasteland. He is bitter
and yells form the skies raining
dust and debris, turning this
world into a bitter place.
I am the dam, keeping myself
from turning a gentle, flowing
world into a barren floodplain.
I honor my Grandmother and use
only what I need. I fear my
Grandfather and the destruction
I can cause. I am the dam,
steady, looking out for both sides.
When the morning sun glows pale
and shadow rays slink along the trails
the autumn leaves turn brown
and one by one fall dry upon the ground;
there is found the well worn paths
scurry summer creatures quick and fast
readying a winter's nest or burrow
to rest and sleep safe through tomorrow.
Winters cold and chill
fall prey to slumber's pill
here warm, hot summers fade away
and fruit and flowers can no longer stay.
Bee and butterfly have disappeared
and deep blue skies are no longer clear;
It is hard to see the pale yellowed sun
as both spring and summer are undone
with all that remains are cold temps sustained
by cloudy grays as winter gains.
Few lay claim to these now barren lands
with dried grass and naked trees that stand,
there in the pale glows of light
only cricket songs soften in the oncoming night.
A full bright harvest moon
glow brilliant as midnight looms
and a walk in the casting shadows
now comes the last dance in the hallows.
I hear our kittens with their purring cheer
with mother cat of meow-meowing care
oh, how they chirp merrily, vibrantly trilling
then gladly expressing chirrups, reigning over deafening silence.
Amidst coldness of rainy afternoon striving to embrace me
I feel our dog pet with pillow-cushioned fur caressing my feet
so, yielding to the soothing touch of each other
we both bask in the warmth of closeness.
Seeing dear pets in their haven of rest
playfully huddling inside their colorful autumnal pet pens
I seem to behold Genesis-exposed Eden
with animals in wondrous paradise.
Against conflicting antiseptic disinfectant outside
and the lemon-scent spray pervading in our living room
I delight in the refreshing newly-bathed Doggie Allilee
blending with the talc-smell of our Meowna Cattie.
While our pets feast with crunchy dog meal
and yummy cat's cheesy bites
I savor the ginger-filled soup of mixed green-leafy vegetables
Grateful to God for our palatable viand of nutritious roasted chicken.