Long Contented Poems
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In my dream I see a man being kind,
without any benefit to himself.
I see a Mother with so much Love,
That she would die to save her baby girl.
In my dream there is a young man,
Sitting near a mountain he was going to climb,
Instead he sat there and smiled at its beauty.
I see his girlfriend happy that he doesn’t,
feel the need to compete for her Love.
In my dream I see a young girl,
Not afraid to walk proudly into the night.
I see a father explaining to her that,
Life is not a chore but a blessing.
In my dream I see an old man going in for an operation,
to remove a cyst on the brain.
He is not concerned. He passes away in the night.
I see his contented smile because he had a good life.
In my dream I see a crippled boy,
Waking up with tears of joy.
Cat lights on the table, bling!
Can opener growl to open a tin
Tuna glide pounce for a troubadour sing
Cat stretches full length
A paw to each shoulder
A nuzzle to my neck now bolder
Soft blending purrs, caressing
Soft, slow lane nestling
Solicitous whimsical beauty
Self advertising cutie
Insular world of feline grace
Meal ticket playful embrace,
a no default risk
Like a heart-felt smooch, brisk
Best hope for survival
in scents of sweet revival
when a tin can squeal
is a laurel of love to steal
for a status high creature
curled, contented
in fishy food cuisine.
Poem revised January 31, 2022
Where do I find a contented life?
ECHO: WIFE
Will marriage bring this to me ?
ECHO: SEE
Can two ever complement one?
ECHO: DONE
But do opposites cement,still?
ECHO: WILL
Aye,will it hold fast from above?
ECHO: LOVE
Here,there,where does agape hide?
ECHO: INSIDE
Ah yes,but how will it draw near?
ECHO: HEAR
Perhaps for me,too great a task!
ECHO: ASK
Yes,yes but how,what words to pray
ECHO: SAY
Inspired by after and tribute to George Herbert's delightful form in his poem 'Heaven'
I see your mane, in each passing cloud,
the smoky stallion’s poll to the withers,
its giddyup and gallop, at midday peak,
in this arid Tucson where cowboys trod.
On the open road, contented and sleepy,
I see the shadows that form like a blanket
over the mountains with their historic shapes -
points, arches, dips and waves corral me.
I see the buckets, saguaros, prickly-pears,
organ pipes, and stunning cacti blooms.
They pass me by in the wilderness, and
as I stroll the slithering dessert paths.
Smiling big on Tombstone’s dusty Allen street,
I look extra short, arm in arm with handsome
cowboys, in Cochise County, romanticising
the OK Corral, the Earps and Doc Holliday.
Modern Tubac with exuberant colors,
its crafts captivate and decorate
most homes North of Mexico’s border.
Turquoise Angel with Roses’ paintings, endearing.
Back in her Green Valley home - my relative
displays art from all over the world.
Her home showcases an adventurous past
and the calm and love of Jesus Christ.
3/9/2023
Learn well what contentment really means
being happy having all that you need
wise is the person who doesn't grieve
but rejoices in receiving the fruit of His seed
Many prayers been often raised on high
God has answered with a no or wait
yout reaction has not felt to be content
so are you not willing in your present state
Learn well the reality of contentment
Fanny Crosby said what a happy soul am I
blind she was but resolved contented I'll be
though blind she would not weep and sigh
Optimists are people whose glass is half full
so it's the best and happiest way to live
for who's faith is in Jesus Christ alone
have something beyond optimism a jewel
For hope that makes our glass overflow
as having the God of hope, joy and peace
the one who supplies us to be content
receiving what God offers to never cease
(In 3rd stanza I spoke of Fanny Crosby who was a blind hymn writer who has written many great and wonderful hymns.)
Faridah a name that blings I goose bumps
The fairest of them all my constant love
Free in spirit and soul she beloved of soul
My soul in her presence ignites in ecstasy
She is tall dark and lovely with a sweet charm
Her voice leaves my innards desiring for more
More of her lithe and athletic pretty ones body
Her abode a place of beauty where damsels visit
She makes them look pretty she's a beautifier
When I mention the fires she ignites in me
I cant but help promise her a coastal holiday
In a resort where we will sample margaritas
As sweet refreshing red wine is served unto us
...Rimi I cant fathom a life without my promised one
Faridah my sweet and lovely essence of an angel..
Her name I whisper liltingly lest fate hears of my love
And full of jealousy drives her from mine safe hand
Beloved is blessed with swit lips that taste of honey
Her perfume reminds me of pomegranates essence
They come from all over the ridges trying to woo her
But my beloved listens not to their wanton placation's
In my hands she knows she is safe and contented
With Abu I sent gift to Maaha our courtship taking root
Given the green light go ahead she is now my fiancee
..My Krall being full of goats I intend to fully pledge
Myself to her.. My Faridah making her fully Mine..
I intend to make her my sweet princess my only one
The one Queen who will rule the seven parallel realms
At my side.. as I mirror manage.. I muse in swift dream
..Oooh my beloved of Rimi Open the doors of Bashan
You're prince rides in seeking you're sweet presence
Do haste lest he leaves and is waylaid..
By them that guard..The cities fortification..
If you hear the voice of my whisper
...Open the door for me to gain calm entry..
..Am reminded of Rams of Bashan when they danced
With pleasure beloved of Solo..
...I send the south wind..And North wind
With them gland tidings of mine proposal..
Open the door for me My sweet lover do not hesitate
In you're hands I melt and merge into yo sweet entity
You're moans and mine groans fill our inner sanctum
As a game of time replays in all earnest..
You're One RIMI..
Code 254.. Acode Stronghold 013..
("And Dream Of Sheep", 2018, original encaustic)
La La Land
Somewhere out beyond these solid walls
A wilderness howls
While inside dogs lay sleeping
Contented on hearth and couch.
Here domestic bliss rules
A world of kindness and soft play
There the tough and wild ways still hold
A world where dog occasionally does eat dog.
These walls so hard won,
Protecting the soft and kind,
Hold back what we each fear
While yearning to know more.
But you can’t have it both ways
Ways which parted so long ago,
The wild, which will always be,
And a la la land as sweet as we can dream.
(12/31/23)
All the doggies are looking eager, there's a breeze blowing up
Even the older ones are feeling perky, just like they are a pup
All snouts are at the door jambs they all know there is breeze
With the occasional one with dust up their nose outs a sneeze
While their owners are wrapping up and buttoning down coats
As the jiggling of the doggy leads gets all of the doggy’s votes
Then your head's down to miss the oncoming harrowing winds
Doggies love it, and all you see from them is their doggy grins
All that wet and wind must be doing the brain cells some good
Running around in puddles then coming home covered in mud
You're dreading that all over shake down that the doggies love
Then it's mud all over the hallway wallpaper to heavens above
It is time for that bath, or shower, it's now the order of the day
Then getting rosy in front of the fire, the contented doggies lay
Whilst despite protecting yourself from all those outdoor winds
You are even more covered by the natures outdoor unholy sins
You're wet all over from giving the dear mutt a shower, or bath
Looking all bedraggled, hubby, is looking at you stifling a laugh
Your clothes and towels are in the washing machine, all is done
The dog is happy now sleeping it has more than enjoyed its run
Hubby makes a hot cup of tea, then to run you a lovely hot bath
Totally in sympathy with you, just in case he catches your wrath
Both snuggled up in bed arguing who is doing the next dog walk
Next time the dog is eagerly sniffing the door jamb of the porch
The first one was meant for her.
This one is meant for the world.
Just know her worth is still the core of the earth.
A storm to any story and thy bane that brought pain.
I am forever in love because I'm contented with her soul.
Thou shall not covet was the message written in a stone tablet.
It was meant for her, the girl in the white winter coat like a snow rabbit.
She was a flirt because they felt for her word.
A libra with toxic energy and free as a bird.
Don't be fooled by what you heard for it may sound absurd.
Expensive and exquisite like any fine wine that aged well.
It was like lust how they had fallen for her beauty.
Like a surgeon at work caring for her was their duty.
They all liked how she glitters on mother earth.
The poor, the rich the catholic all know her worth.
This is her sequel
The tale of one that was named after the heavens.
An oct-to-baby was born this day and, given the epithet heavenly purple.
For her wisdom and royalty would split the skies concurrently.
Heart is where my home finds graceful relationship,
where my soul simply breathes
beneath my memories of becoming,
of being at my best,
sometimes my worst,
but always my most full, complete,
most abundantly contentious
and both loudly out
and quietly in
content.
Home unveils life's liturgy.
This home wherein I was conceived
and born
rebirths me each dawn
and decomposes all my dreams
where I grow up and out,
where siblings moved away
from whom I married,
from where I buried my grandparents,
and then my parents.
As my body houses identity
my home houses body.
While home and self-identity
I can distinguish,
one self from other,
this is never a benign
or wisely severe discrimination;
better as a distinction
without prospects today for contented difference;
dishearted separation.
My soul and mind and body fade and wilt
withdrawn by force and circumstance
from embryonic being.
To awaken or sleep away
in any profanely alien place,
without power or even hope to return
to more sacred memoried space,
fades my eyes and ears and nose,
my skin down to my spinal bones,
despair this senseless loss of sense
of life and breath and bread that once was mine
and could be mine to share again.
My home is where I live
my view of neighbors and town and Earth and life
flowing sedately toward, then past too quickly
on my backyard river of memory,
greeting ducks and swans
herons and eagles soaring by
to hunt this fertile rippling home with me
now fading into memory
as shades of sympathy
not entropy,
sad self-isolating apathy
from my heart's dismembering womb.
Lavish price for a new bodied home
invites sublimating new constructions
with best familiar practices and intents,
artifacts of golden memories from past days
and life
and loves
reframed by unfamiliar
but grace welcoming
trees
and birds
and a few persistent weeds.