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Loss and Triumph
You will always be the deepest part of me
Though I may but rarely pass and see
How life affects you, how it makes you grow
If you fail or prosper, will I know?
Forgive my having left you here,
My heart's whole hope, my children dear.
Cruel circumstance has forced my hand
To pursue my fate in a foreign land
To which I dare not take you, thus I leave
You to another's care
In hopes that they may spare
You from such troubles as I face,
To raise you in a happier place
Until such time as fate may grant me to return
To reclaim that for which I ever yearn -
To you, my darlings, whom I shall not forsake
Though distance part us far and wide,
Within my heart you by my side
Until that day, whenever it may break,
That brings us back together,
That seals us close, forever.
Yet now a new day comes;
I return to you, my precious ones
Against all odds, against all fates
I return to you, yet once again
We may share the suns
Of days together free of pain,
Rejoice in how long patience waits
To deliver us from darkest days
To give us back our wonts and ways,
Time has changed us through its duress;
Marked us with each day's distress
Yet through it all you remain my dears,
So as now shall be all our coming years.
Leaving the plains of Oklahoma.
A heavy heart where I spent my high school days.
I need a new beginning.
I need a new start.
Too many memories.
Too many broken hearts.
A sigh of relief as
I pass thru Texas and New Mexico,
Finally going home Arizona.
Coming home to the red rocks of Sedona,
The breath taking views of,
The Grand Canyon,
The history of the Railroad, Geronimo and,
The elusive Lost Dutchman's Gold.
The mysteries of Arizona will grab,
The heart and dreams of any Indiana Jones,
Apprentice hoping to find the lost gold,
Before the desert swallows you up,
Hiding the mystery forever.
Death rides this legacy with me
Hope floats on this legacy with me
Given the chance I beg of thee to see
That only death rides this legacy with me
In this dignified gathering
The chance to live life only seems flattering
Under the the heavens we remain caustic critiques
For one we are to exhausted to admit it
I only wish I could visualize peace for a day
Left a peasant to utilize his treasures and feast in such a way
As we each lead expedient lives
Population needy as infected hives
Let me make this brief and laconic
Spit rhymes similiar to plates, tectonic
Perhaps my good deeds will provide my soul remedy
I promise you won't see me at them pearly gates
Due to our fathers sympathy
Satan says he's coming back
Well come on with it, my flesh is forever chapped
Organisms grazing in the cemetery
Autopsy's blank
Sinners praying for the reasons vary
Even if I could lift my head
My pupils would be blind from the tears they shed
And when they hang me
I pray they slit my throat
Accuzations of riding high
Crooked cops wondering where I hid my dope
Legs dangling over grit and moat
So silly how they tried to strangle me with soap
Baby teeth, two of them
loosening in her mouth force me to tears.
How under prepared for the coming of age
that will devour the entire night
in a prayer to a god not visited
since who knows when?
A complication all along
by the strangest of men who
somehow believes himself
impossibly responsible, sneaking in letters
sans a return address…
No way to respond.
If one night she finds her good nature abused
for the unfathomable, seems
one of us might feel that terror again.
The most selfish of bearers reckons that
loss bites bone deep. Devours.
Such little bones –
how heavy.
Yesterday was our first physical day at school this year.
For the Kindergarteners it was their first day at school ever.
I walked into a hallway and they went crazy.
“HI Mrs. K! It’s Mrs. K! Hi Mrs. K! Hi Mrs. K! It’s Mrs. K!”
The teacher and I exchanged smiles.
I have been a movie star to them
Coming into their homes through their computers
For six and a half months.
Of course I am a celebrity.
I felt pretty special.
Like I had a fan club,
And I guess I do!
One of the students told the Coach
“It’s Wednesday! Mrs. K. Comes on Wednesday!”
The coach told me that other kids began chiming in.
They all loved Mrs. K.
The coach asked them what I taught them.
They did not know, but they agreed I am “fun”.
This is more than enough to keep me signed up for another year.
everyone knows
heart telling tales
that get a dog's tail
wagging after being
rescued from abuse
and so the same for
cats and other animals
that grew up or were forced
to grow up on the shady side of
town not meaning out of the sun
but without love so
lizards and birds and
turtles were told that
that's life as Sinatra
croons his song on
and on but this has
become an everyday
event but what about
in dismay that christian
day of present's presence
depending on one's families
economic state where poison
is wrapped to open to release
in the land of well to do bigger
then the life's symbolic tree
yet as festive festive can
only be so long and we
don't share needles so
it's that tree that must
go even though less
then one foot tall
give it the boot but
know you're doing
the right thing be
cause you're re
cycling
so on top
once a star
now it is the
star of garbage
waiting for the truck
to be picked up but
be thrown out with
all the other stuff
but while driving
by my wife spied
a shiver of green
meaning there
must be
life
told to pull over as
she ran over and
coming back
coddling
an ever
green
shhhhh
everything
will be well
while crossing
herself she
crossed our
house's threshold
and sealed the deal
until the ringing of spring
we found ourselves
around a shovel made
hole to hold but not bury
though either way that free
dom was there for that tree
for now
it stands
taller then
you or even
oddly
me
Form:
when beauty met the beast
she was a cutie, he was a beast
she thought that she'd speak to him at least
and at least find out what made
a beast, a beast
as the beast looked at her
he wondered; what a feast
but the way she spoke to him
was gentle and curiosity increased
he found her some what pleasant
and laid his aggression aside
for now he'd grown accustom
and hoped she would abide
as time past he looked at her
as he never did before
tender conversations
brought his knees to the floor
she'd become his weakness
his task forever more
he liked to hear her voice
and see her walk through the door
on holidays there were presents
on birthdays a feast
each special day that brought her presence
was a holy day to say the least
now i am wholly human
and i can tell you well
that jealousy fits us humans
and beast very well
one look at competition
can take us all to hell
we can never avoid perdition
when one other than God
we our souls sell
and from God comes the testing
old men and prophets tell
the beast asked God for patience
and God knows how to teach it well
the next time the beast see's beauty
there is a ring on her hand
he didn't care to mention it
but that was one thing he couldn't stand
worn down he ask her
what the ring meant on her hand
slowly she confided, it meant she'd
marry another man
the beast now was furious
he did not understand
that all these years confiding
he was suppose to be the man
what then would become of her
his conscious did demand
all the years he spent with her
were coming to an end
yet love had one more service
his heart would command
tell the maid he loved her
and ask her for her hand
let all the powers of wickedness
and goodness take their stand
upon this maids answer
i'll bravely take my chance
"the heavens were opened . . . and the spirit descended like a dove "
(Based on Matthew 3:16, New Testament)
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The Holy Trinity,
Father, Son and- the Holy Spirit;
coming as a dove for infinity.
To hold this spirit within will give you merit,
you will be filled with wisdom and understanding;
knowledge and fortitude, piety and faith demanding.
And the Holy Spirit will glow outstanding
for you will feel sanguinity.
"and a voice came from heaven, which said, thou are my beloved "
(Based on Luke 3:22, New Testament)
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November 29, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/The Dove
Copyright Protected, ID 19-`1204-055-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Sanguinity is optimism, cheerfulness, happiness, hopefulness, etc.
Written for the contest, Holy Spirit
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
Third Place
V:
in the car here we are driving down the street
conversing with one another
the blurs and visions of passersby
though no one we shall meet
our flight into one continuous chime
phenomenal thoughts our voices shine
every verse spoken is a new and improved rhyme
a red light blinds us and we slow to a halt
words stop short for a moment
it's no ones fault
leaning over to taste your lips
you sense me coming
you turn
we kiss
look into my eyes and i promise you'll find
one last verse to ease your mind
open your heart
i promise I'll be kind
we are alone again just you and me
connected in ways that are meant to be
massaging your aching muscles
my fingers in motion
feeling you jerk when i pour on cold lotion
quiet in my movements
you are now asleep
in your silence you look blissful
you look serene
i kiss you goodnight
we are meant to be
C:
i dream in the future us having a kid
at that time living in the same crib
like a prisoner taking a shiv
that's how i feel when we're apart
when we met i felt that spark
fell in love, you made your mark
i dread the day if we were to part
lets get rid of these thoughts we are together forever
********************* If you want the true meaning of the song I urge you to read the
poem in it's entirety starting with verse one...... JP............01/12/03
Spring is coming soon - and thank the Lord!
Resplendent blossoms renovate each tree.
It cannot get here quick enough for me,
Nor does it linger long. The shining sward
Gleams, garlanded with daisies. Every pond
Is laced with life! I love to see the spawn,
Surmising that the lambs, so lately born,
Can frolic in the fleeces they have donned,
Occasioning the watchfulness of ewes.
March hares are up on haunches, sparring hard,
Ignoring me with haughty disregard,
Neglecting normal safety norms. For shoes,
Gigantic oaks wear boots of bluebell blooms,
Surprising us with old-and-gnarled-and-new!
Obliging insects fertilize the plumes
Of furled-out flowers, iridescent blue,
Narcissus and nasturtium, breaking through!
Sunday 26 March, 2017