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We are on a sinking ship
That's about to fall and tip
Under a wave about to take
Us down, if both of us don't shake
All this petty bitterness
Off us trying to dismiss
The grudge from the night before
Words from both sides of the door
Fighting, shouting, saying things
Pride was causing us to bring
Our relationship to a bad place
Being tortured from disgrace
That we can not settle this
Ending in a hug and kiss
Showing our love once again
But neither of us will begin
To start the sweet apology
I wait for you, you wait for me
Sitting on opposite sides
Of a door, trying to hide
Tears of fear, pain and frustration
That could lead to separation
The Retuning Smiles
i see beneath pairs of almond-shaped, green leavess
On white fabric, flowers set with four heart-shaped petals,
The color of sun-kissed blueberries,
Decorating the smocked sundress of the pig-tailed toddler
.Hanging over the crook of her mother’s arm, and
With her dazzling, black eyes looking all around
For some reason to be let down
Just as I was passing by,
Happy to see a pretty little child. and say, “Hi!”
The way any older woman might,
Wishing to receive a second’s gift
From the beauteous youth of the child’s smile.
But, she leaned into her mom’s chest, shy, seeing me
Stand there, one hand eagerly waving along with
My saying, “What nice flowers all over your dress,”
Diverting her attention from me down to what she wore
— The bright hearts scattered over her knees,
Causing a slight smile as her head lifted,
Which I shared, showing her my own happy,
big, slightly giggling smile,
To which her mom leamed in to kiss
Her darling girl nose to nose, thus blessing
Away the shyness…so the little girl
Shifted to sitting tall on her mom’s elbow
To seriously size me up
for herself, eye to eye —
For some moments —
While I almost lost hope.
Until at last her creased lips started to part.
The corners of her mouth rose, showing
Her several front, white baby teeth,
Set to share her smile,
Elating me, so I announced loudly,
“How pretty you are smiling!”
But when i lifted my eyes to see
Her reaction to my gleeful words,
There was no child, nor mother there. Even
Gone was the street I assumed
I’d been walking along…
And neither had I been dreaming, but
Speaking as I had into the air beyond my bed.
I’d been hallucinating. Another instance lately
That comes out of the blue, while wide awake,
Likely caused by the prefacing of exhaustion and
horrid pain I sometimes feel
Crossing my sight and mind with a
Boosting interplay with people who’re likely to smile ~
Who come, then go.
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(c) sally young eslinger 2/25/23
Thanks be to
God…
Deep into the dark, amid the shadows, dwells the blackest spark
Or no, wait, it'sa nightmare convening, and the park is screaming
Or perchance a ghoulish gathering, killing and preening
Bad dream screening, cloaked and masked with disbelieving
The curtains been pulled, the marriage annulled
Death and dulled, the demons are doin' well
All things considered, sanctimonious, and sick, this is all just swell
The fog flourishes while evil rings the graveyard's bell
This is certainly a show, don't tell
Sinister, cozy, and cold, the decadence and debauchery unfolds
Just as the days of centuries old played out
Victorian Gothic, historical, and classic, with all the Vamps sportin' a blood locket
The delicious allure of death dazzles
Causing desolation and loneliness to frazzle
A puzzle of phantoms, vast and not random
An Andy Warhol fandom, all the Nevermores gettin' their corpse on Forevermore
Outstanding
So what does one make of this funeral with a cake, dead roses
And the realization that love is fake
A ghostly compendium of dubious give and take, live the death
Enjoy the Devils Breath by the lake
Fascinate over the forsaken, disturb the unwaken
Go ahead, have a slice of liver or belly bacon
Here, it's yours for the takin'
Mayhem is a'makin', and this can very well be that Heinous exotic Hellish vacation
The one Lucifer is always hailing or abating
Which reminds me of that abysmal sensation that follows him around
And why is he here? He belongs downtown - underground.....
All day the wind
has tormented the trees,
causing branches to whip
and bend. There is an anger
let loose, loud in its haste
to rip and destroy
what is vulnerable.
Spider webs woven last night
are torn, flowers are plucked
of petals and the wind chime
has been strangled
by its own chord, choked
of its sound. But nothing
is intended.
It is I who have interpreted
the scene and set language
the task to frame nature
in human terms, give
the mechanics of a clock
the power to decide the tick
of its own time.
All is mindless motion,
unfolding to laws deaf
to the pleas of mercy, revenge
or want. Even the cry
of a hungry child dissipates
in the distances of space.
It is us who bear the burden,
weighted with a sense
of right and wrong, bound
by compassion, torn by
doubt and despair, we, born
into the tumult of evolution,
are endowed with the gift
to transcend our station
through love, dissolving
into the infinite.
At the dead-end street or cul-de-sac stands a tall silver lamp pole,
And a portable basketball hoop. I wish I could say there lives not a single soul.
What if the lamp pole sat on a game board on City property?
As fast as this little town is growing, we could play a game of monopoly.
A railroad track there was once, now a highway, and businesses
within a four-block radius causing dizziness.
Traffic so fast, there are a lot of accidents. If you cross the line,
watch where you turn, it’s your fault if you have the stop sign.
Ambulance wails and police sirens sound that drown
Your thoughts, almost all day long around town.
If you stand by the lamp pole, you’ll see them, go by.
You look up at the sky and pray; please don’t let them die.
I am only three houses down from that lamp pole
and highway when I take my dog out for a stroll.
11/9/2023
Four Cafe’s
It was post digestion time, 6pm ! uncomfortable bloating causing a staggering stand,supported by the apartment windows brass clasp, the torn green velvet digestion chair lilted just beneath. Nested above the Canal Madeline, perched in a loft atop hundreds of lonely books, which i have not browsed ! their prison the De Krook. Afar beyond the cracked glass, out into the January month night, wildly dancing snowflakes cause a cataract pin pointed view of the culprit of indigestion
“ Cafe Croix de Fer”!
Along the frozen cobbles, “Chartreuse” fuelled, in-firms trudge and trip precariously, Monkeyfied by the Green Devil; towards “ Cafe Le repaire des ames perdues” I myself, visit this lair to regularly, its chestnut doors, spit tainted in past blood, open 24 hrs per day 364 days each year , “ No ! Not Noel ! Its Cask day “ And, on this day, i visit four cafe’s.
My tipple of choice Absinth ! And a deck of cards ! held in gloves tattered and fingerless. This addiction to be found in the basement of the Bookshop. A Cafe, 174 worn steps below me, its name “ Enfer” my light purse, confirms this.
Count.
There are so many things in life that give me so much pleasure,
Family, friends and fishing all of which I treasure.
But having my ice cream fix, ah, I'm the happiest guy on earth.
Never mind that such ecstasy adds to my ever-expanding girth!
My spouse closely monitors the types of foods that I consume,
Concerned that cholesterol will bring about my early doom!
So surreptitiously I sneak about for my ice cream ration,
Fearful of getting caught and causing untold consternation!
I fondly recall as a lad the ice cream socials that we had,
When friends and neighbors got together with my Mom and Dad.
Bringing their favorite ice creams to mix in hand-cranked freezers.
Ah! Such delectable concoctions prepared by those old geezers!
A hot fudge sundae is a treat that I really savor,
Or a thick shake made with real ice cream of any flavor,
And every chance that I get I sneak a luscious banana split.
Am I concerned about those calories? Not one little whit!
Some folks relish sherbet, but I think that is sissy stuff.
They can have my share of that, but of ice cream I can't get enough!
When I cease to function you can etch upon my stone this theme:
"Nothing could make his eyes gleam like a bowl of ice cream!"
When being caught up in frustration,
driving possibilities away as they couldn't help,
consider rationality a good choice
by discharging assumptions previously believed...
and what if this turned out fine?
You would be utterly amazed!
Foolish reasoning may lead to unforgivable regret,
restrain yourself, make wise decisions...
why choose irrationality and be driven by contempt?
Sit down and reconsider the best options,
why rush to conclusions and be cut off reason?
Many have done this, but the outcome was horrible!
Too glad to have never clung to irrationality,
but had a precocious mind and a disciplinary spirit:
not erring, or causing bitterness and resentment
in myself and others who trusted my judgement...
oh, how many misunderstandings and hurtful words
I avoided by making better choices and be in control.
Use my experience as a guide to your shortcomings,
consider rationality as a good choice to prevent repeated repulsions;
replace fear with trust, allow your confidence to outgrow any uncertainty.
You won't encounter unpleasant surprises as in the days of unrest...
when shadows loomed over your horizon defeating your plans;
let desire consider rationality a good choice to fulfill your expectations.
Waking on this grey fall morning;
in the air there lies a warning;
rising angst as fears aborning;
feeling late November’s chill.
Darkened clouds obscure the daybreak,
as I nurse this aging headache;
warmer days are but a keepsake
gone forever, summer’s thrill.
Thinking back as springtime’s grooming
brought me hope with nature’s blooming;
summer’s warmth left me assuming
that forever youth would last.
Suddenly there came September
causing bygones I remember;
now November’s dying ember
leaves me longing for the past.
Damning is this aging season;
robbing hopes with truthful treason;
greying dreams are now the reason
that I’m feeling nature’s warn.
Looking long into the mirror,
aging lines becoming clearer;
end of year is drawing nearer
on this late November morn.
November 11, 2020
March 27 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Samuel 21-24
Key Verse –2Samuel 21:3 Wherefore David said unto the Gibeonites, What shall I do for you? and wherewith shall I make the atonement, that ye may bless the inheritance of the LORD?
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY INHERITANCE BLESSER
Lord God, You are my inheritance Blesser against any famine
Thank You for sparing me from hell’s loss to help me divinely win
I trust in You midst consuming worldly din
For You alone can deliver me from devouring sin.
Lord God, You are my inheritance Blesser against any suffering
Thank You for fighting for me in my battle’s warring
I rest in You midst fainting soul in my gearing
For You alone can gird me by Your protective succouring.
Lord God, You are my inheritance Blesser against any violence
Thank You for drawing me out from calamity’s turbulence
I call unto You midst torturing sorrows’ prevalence
For You alone can hear me and my cry of ambivalence.
Lord God, You are my inheritance Blesser against any wickedness
Thank You for strengthening me through Your power’s blessedness
I hope in You midst obscuring guilt-darkness
For You alone can cleanse my sin with Your pardon’s graciousness.
Lord God, You are my inheritance Blesser against any man
Thank You for defending me by the victory You began
I cleave to You and Your Word midst attacking fear-causing ban
For You alone can make me grow within Your desired plan.
Lord God, You are my inheritance Blesser against any jeopardy
Thank You for teaching me to delight in You as Your saved lady
I submit to You midst slaying arrogance malady
For You alone can brace me by Your guardianship that’s sturdy.
Lord God, You are my inheritance Blesser against any iniquity
Thank You for building me up by Your sovereign authority
I abide in You midst prevailing difficulty
For You alone can rescue me with Your mercy’s certainty.
March 27, 2023