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Under the Christmas tree sits a nativity scene in the old town square. I sit on a rustic wood bench and reminisce on the stories I’ve been told about Jesus being born on Christmas Day. When all of a sudden, I hear movement in the bushes; I turn my head and look over my shoulder. With a sudden fright, a tall pure white stallion with feathered wings, steps forward and says, “My name is Peg, climb on my back and I’ll take you to where it all began.” I arose to my feet and got on Peg’s back, held on tightly to his mane. He galloped off at full speed facing into the wind and took off soaring into the night full of stars, being guided by a large, bright, glowing star.
Peg turned his head and said, “That is the Christmas Star ahead.”
As I looked down below, I saw coming from the east, three men. Could they be the three Wise Men?
As we reach the star we slow down to a town. Peg said, “This is Bethlehem down below.”
Peg starts descending close to a stable and lands. I anxiously dismount and we both walk towards the stable. My spirit was overpowered with awe, there in the small dim lite stable, we found a babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger, with his mother Mary kneeling beside Him.
The shepherds that were watching their flocks near the stable also came all elated, one of them said, “An angel appeared and told us a Savior, the Messiah, had been born and that we would find Jesus laying in a manger. So, we immediately came to see if truly Jesus our Savior was born.”
The three Wise Men arrived and said, “Where is He who has been born King of the Jews? For we have seen His Star in the East and have come to worship Him.” They gazed at the young Child and immediately fell down and worshiped Him, they presented their gifts to him of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
We stayed for a while in admiration of our Lord Jesus.
After a time, Peg said, “I need to get you back before you are missed.”
Together we flew into the endless night back home to the Christmas tree where I had been before.
11/18/2014 © 2014
Dive deep if sea seems inviting enough,
Leap in a river, forget swelling flood,
Climb on to that temptingly tricky crest,
Walk down to the valley sloping that go,
Be guest to an unknown nameless forest,
Explore a hamlet never found on map,
Meditate else on shore of tranquil lake,
Try, make friends with men of an unknown tribe…
That’s how those in love of their instinct live.
Life’s a lyric of valour-filled ventures,
Successful or not, mattering little.
There’s friendship between birds of wings and sky,
As there’s between man’s feet and forest trail,
Between human life and longing to live,
Let a man kiss an opportunity
To challenge life, never to live in fear.
This wonderful, hard-to-get human life,
What if far too protected gets from strife?
Life’s no life lived on edge of blunted knife.
Penguins prosper in harshest of nature,
Their emperor kind leaps from a tall height
Into untried sea to span unknown depths,
Who trained them to dive, where did they practice?
But that is what helps penguins hail harsh life.
Insecurity and uncertainty,
As fertile grounds for serendipity,
Fair invitations are to existence.
What if a poem’s predictably prime,
And life unfolds on wings of perfect rhyme?
So, let a man follow his guts’ instinct
That height and depth two wings be of same bird,
If penguins know this well why not humans?
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Reflections |22.12.2024|life, instinct, adventure
Most children love climbing trees
The higher the tree
The more you can see
The farther up the tree you go,
The more your juices start to flow
Excitement mounts as you get high
Assorted birds go flying by
Busy birds have made their nest
To lay eggs for them to rest
Before it's time for them to hatch
Their mother looks for worms to catch,
To feed her growing baby chicks
Most children love to climb trees,
The higher you go, the more you see,
But some children are afraid
They see the dangers that outweigh
The thrill of climbing way up high
On a vast tree that touches the sky.
Most of us love all trees,
And appreciate the magnificence of all of these
Content to stand and stare
At a spectacle that we all can share
Most children love to climb trees,
The higher you go, the more you see
Some children climb halfway
And get stuck, and have to stay
Until someone can come and save
As they are not as brave
As those who start to climb on a whim,
And find they have to go out on a limb
Because that is where all the fruits are.
I wrestle with the demons of the night
who have forced me to put up a terrible fight
I wrestle with the demons of the day
who wants to lead my spirit astray
And when the evening is done
The mystry will have heaven on the run
And the joy will start running over
When we unite in the middle of the night
And connects with the passion that is burning inside
Then we will climb on top of the mountain
And gaze over the horizon with the music singing
and vibrating from the four corners of the earth
with hands on cheek lushious breeze swinging in the deep
And the clouds will dance on wings when
the pride is stepping in, and the bells will ring
to the chants of those glorious hymn
Joy will leap and stretch my feet above the distance sky
When we move forward to accept that Bligh
Oh how I wait patiently for that moment when we will
dance in the street with the happy crowd and doors will close
with midnight washing all over the floor
And the midnight bliss burst through the silent door
and touch me.How much I yearn for that day
When my spirit will move through sky and circulate
the atmosphere with everything that is discrete
And way out into the deep our spirits will be complete
The fountain will wet the hill with my song and
it will make music that will roar through depth of the sea
And the crowds will applaud and shout when the journey is complete
This day will come and I am waiting, this day will come and my heart
is breaking, this day will come when heart will listen to is own song
It will feel the thrills and send showers on my window sil
And my spirit will embrace something new and it will listen silently to you
It will listens carefully to the stars above and the music vibrating in the bars
And I will watch the frantic crowds running about without a doubt
I kept waiting for the day when the hills will release its energy and
And the wisdom of mankind will open in the sea and un-nerve everybody
The hills will florish and my heart will be settled beneath the clouds
The trees will spread through the wreched valley and meet at the pinicle of mountain to remove all doubt and enlightened the ingnorant souls that keeps moving and tossing the message about. Embrace the message that is profound,and end the show with truth and facts that will make you glow.
Just or unjust, they do as they must
The secretive sect of ANON
They live in a world, where truths are unfurled
Where justice is served, not undone
Just kids on a quest, to make their world the best
A time for renewal has come
Born out of sedition, in an act of contrition
In a world living under the gun
Trust no one no lover, no sister nor brother
To the whim of their will never bend
The youth lie beguiled, innocence defiled
The rules of play changed to their end
A PLANDEMIC cull, our lives they annul
As part of an old prophecy
The past Resident or the next P.R.esident
Are nothing but puppets you see
The proper recourse, stop plastics at source
Corporate heads know not shame
Sustainable growth has mankind by the throat
Corporations are never to blame
Quick for to revel, in a dance with the devil
C.E.O.’s climb on the rung
When those left to pay, will drown in dismay
In a world living under the gun
Profiteers will amass, mankind lashed to the mast
Stripped of their will and their verve
The luck of the dealers, unjust freedom stealers
Put themselves before those whom they serve
As illustrious leaders, peddlers and dealers
Repeating the sins of the past
The lay of their game, as always the same
Since the first day the die has been cast
The Bible of old, as Genesis told
Of hearts that are harder than stone
The Babylon Whore, and the wolves at your door
Will render your flesh from the bone
The time it has come, Armageddon unsung
The milk has been soured and curled
A New World in the making, the old one forsaken
Their Masonic flag lies unfurled
At Gabriels feet, weighted down by the wages of sin
As the last angel falls, the fight for mankind will begin
Should we cower and kneel for forgiveness our only request
Or stand shoulder to shoulder, believing humanity's blessed
Will a Christ rise among us, embracing the lost and the lame
As we huddle in silence, tattooed by the scars of our shame
It's been a Lifetime since you've held the desire to forgive
And longer again since you've Known what it feels like to live
Well friend, I have travelled that road and I wish you Godspeed
A world that is fed by its ego, is devoured by its greed
When the tempest has gone and we're stood in the eye of the storm
Will you offer your robes to a brother a - keeping him warm
Life's but a passing of time we've been waiting to kill
We've pushed to the limits the patience of Gods holy will
Do you swear in all conscience, your conscience is crystal and clear
Now you're empty inside with no room for salvation or fear
When desire determines the life you've been longing to lead
And your conscience is coloured, by only the will to succeed
Will you climb on the shoulders of others subdued by the pain
Will you fall on your feet or your back, will it drive you insane
As eternity falls, to the flickering light of the Flame
You'll wait with the patience of Job 'til He calls out your name
Has it gone as you've planned, now there's only the children to save
Has it been all you've ever imagined, from cradle to grave
I woke up this morning at a quarter to three
and drive down the road to pray a prayer for
my neighbor family distant friends and thee
I parked my truck in the commuters parking lot
and walked along the sidewalk in the dark
I climb on top of the heightened rock in the stream
that runs under the bridge and watched the
great big moon gleaming in the sky
and spilling its light in the silent stream
It felt like a dream but it was real
bright stars lit up the heavenly sky
And the angels were standing by
listening to my silent cry
The morning was awfully quiet but
dawn was busy playing around in her long night gown
beating on broken locks gallivanting with the clowns
and spilling the naked beans all around
The water trickled over the rocks down the shallow stream
sending goose pimples all over my back
The big truck that usually roam up and down the street
was finally silent and everything was off beat
I whispered a prayer to the Gods
to hold up my hands and take the burden off the land
I could feel his presence in that place
as tears rolled down my weary face
I suddenly got a silent answer saying that
he was my deliverer and he would deliver me
That was a promising answer and I felt renewed all over
I sang this tune along the way and played it the entire day
I stared at the full moon bleeding its light on top of the trees
For the first time in a decade I felt a deep hunger burning in me
The night penetrated its own soul
And dawn was knocking on the door
driving million of people to the battered shore
The crickets were asleep and they were silent as can be
The frogs too have disappeared and dawn was drawing near
But hope held me by my hand and pulled over a distant land
And the moon with its gleaming light directed my steps
and lead me to a brighter light.
The full moon danced merrily around the sky
spilling its light in the middle of the stream
And gingerly watched the moving scene.
I have a music that I want to sing but something keeps interfering with the rhythm, I have been trying desperately to compose the line
But every time I reach a special spot something keeps holding the lyrics back, it is the music that you cannot hear because there is no talent over there, the songs that they play have no depth, the lyrics are dirty and it makes the people unhappy. You have not heard this rhythm yet, but when you hear it, the universe will scream and nature will harmonize.
There is a music in my heart that I want to sing, so please help me to compose the rhythm, take me to Paris for a couple of nights and let us look steadfast at the lights, we will climb on top of the Eiffel tower and merge our soul before we grow old, you will play the guitar and hum the tune together and look up at the stars as we press the burden of shame underneath the veil and lock our soul together until we can hear the nights silent whisper, and we will glide with the stars across the city until we reach our final destiny.
Shall I compose this song for you? Shall I make your dreams come true?
I will paint the verses with my lips upon the skies and tease the ocean with mysterious lullaby; I will write the notes on the pages with my breath and invite the universe to sing along.
I have a music in my heart that I want to sing, come and help me to compose the rhythm , it is a song that you have never heard ,it is the song that will bring us together for a better tomorrow; shall I sing this song for you, the lyrics are finally coming out and it makes me want to shout,
Shall I play the rhythm for you, it is wild and it will make the whole world come alive, come let me take your hand and smell the rose from a distant land, come and walk with me under the lights, come and make your passion bright, I can see you smiling and I can feel your heart beating come and share this lyrics with me and set my sprit free.
The music in my heart is singing and I can feel my heart leaping, gather the people all around and use my music to raise money for the people in the town; come and join me over here, and let us sing this amazing song, lay your hand upon my heart and touch your own heart and sing with me.
Of all the mammals living on the land,
the elephant is largest of that kind.
But if I were an elephant, I’d show
the largest also were my heart and mind!
If I could be this beast, here’s what I know:
I’m not some made-up Dumbo that can fly.
I socialize; I grumble, and I need
a jumbo size of tissues when I cry!
My hearing is superb, but did you know
that I can even listen with my feet?
I put my trunk down by my feet and hear
vibrations, and that’s one astounding FEAT.
It’s obvious I’m strong. My trunk alone
has forty-thousand muscles, and guess what?
I’ll wrap my trunk around you, for BIG LOVE
means I’ll be giving great big hugs a LOT.
I cannot see too well. Nor can I jump,
but with my padded feet, I softly walk,
I am so skilled, for peanuts I won’t work!
But first I need to teach myself to talk!
Because if I can talk, I’ll speak out for
my fellow elephants endangered by
the foolishness and cruelty of those
who harm us when we’re in such short supply!
We’re also more than stunts inside a tent.
And though our skin’s as thick as an old shoe,
we have compassion, and we mourn our dead.
As feeling creatures, we should have rights too!
Now even though we elephants are huge,
and probably I weigh at least a ton,
I love to laugh and play! Climb on my back
and take a ride. You’ll see that I am fun.
I hope you see that I’m a lot like you.
So take care with your fat jokes around me
because it’s very true what people say.
I now have got amazing memory!
12/10/16
My dragon Rutherford is a dare devil out for a thrill
Along the way he likes to roast a good kill
I climb on his back, not knowing where we are going
If he says “bring a coat” I figure it might be snowing
He flies easily between continents in a couple of hours
He has other talents, some truly remarkable super powers
Invisible during flight, he sometimes messes with a 747
I tell him to stop it, or he might not make it to heaven
Rutherford knows I am strict but loving, he is my tight pal
He flies me to other galaxies, I am his favorite old gal.
He has been my dragon since July thirteenth of 1972.
Exhausting summer if you knew how many miles we flew.
He eats along the way, roasting pigs, sheep, cattle, and one time a boar.
I know he is getting ready to feast when he drops out of a soar.
He always wants to share, but I bring my own snacks.
I don’t like to eat anything that moos, gobbles or quacks.
Last week we flew to Scotland, which was quite a trip for me.
All because Rutherford had a craving for Welsh apricot tea.
He is a marvelous pet, who has best intentions about me.
I love my dragon Rutherford, together, we are happy, you see.