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A song, need to sing
Memories passion recalls a voyage of enchantment that now, drifts upon silent wing.
Memories, songs written, serene melodies from a mysterious voice that once did sing
sweetly to this old soul, music brought to life by this Exotic, Oriental Beauty, Xiao Ling,
transformed, brought back to life what had been lost, to most men of age for many a year.
Throughout times passing the mist that clouds, mysteries that shrouds brings with it a tear
and with it, crystal clear knowledge, a knowledge that what once was no longer is and fear.
A fear ???, or a realization that life, for this aged, old soul has come down to aloneness.
A life time of being the lone wolf, has brought this old soul face to face with emptiness.
An emptiness that permeates the hours, the days as he reaches back to a time of happiness
Happiness that only comes on the wings of those who have and are showing thoughtfulness
by inclusion into their Societies, giving purposes for this loner to know more than selfness
as a way to fill in the gaps between family events and the long walk toward contentedness
that seems to lead back to the music that this Exotic, Oriental Beauty, Xiao Ling, gave to me
as undulating waves rolling across the stilled body of an Oriental lake, stones, you see
thrown, come from this old soul, causing this body perfect to create ripples across the sea
that once laid before these pleasuring, desiring, chocolate eyes to experience, to explore
to feel the energy flow from French kissing those sweet lips, hold shapely hips once more,
Memories passion still recall all of what once was and no longer is, unable to close the door.
B. J. “A ” 2
February 3rd, 2026,
glass everywhere...enough to see the
you through to endless realms of self
always longing for somethin’ to be
different than what’s experienced...
waitin’ for what? the orchard’s full
apples drenched, brilliant sun lightens
worms burrow for sweetness
sustenance comes in myriads of form
glittering off lakes of contentedness
throwing sand onto the shore, scrapping
boots of the soul...pools of clarity seen
when blinders are built into this game?
weights sewn in hem of my skirt
takes me farther than I have been...
sinking into the unknown of all that is
reductionism of self down down down I go...
B lessedness- God's gift that crowns my soul-
L ifting my heart to keep me feeling whole.
E nabling my mind to comprehend
S unshine and rainbows chose me to befriend.
S teadfast, deep love from family and kin;
E uphorically, praising joys within.
D evoted love in marriage all these years;
N urturing together- smiles and cheers.
E xuberance, contentedness, I feel;
S uch words alone cannot truly reveal
S olemnity of blessedness- surreal!
January 28, 2023
Contest: Writing Challenge B Word
Sponsor: Constance La France
Chosen Theme: 6- Blessedness
Why did you send her?
Was she some sort of test?
As visions of her dance through my head
A silent scream erupts from my chest
I had life figured out
I thought I understood
I was content
Everything was good
Now that I know of her
Her absence is pure hell
Now that I know true happiness
Without her I will never be well
It shouldn’t have happened
But we both decided this was true love
When I look at you
It’s as if you were sent from the heavens above
God took the blueprint
Straight from my head
You showed me heaven
When “I Love You” you said
Your eyes tore through me
Looked straight into my heart
I knew I loved you
From the very start
You told me too
You said you knew I was the one
Life is too short
We should not be done
In order to be together
We must in inflict pain
Will others sorrow
Be worth our gain
We decided
To be noble was the way to go
What lurks behind these sad eyes?
Only she will know
I’ve known the heaven
Of true love under the dark night sky
Now I know the hell
Of helplessly watching the same love die
One time they say "dream big"
Next they say "lower your expectations"
A lush fig tree without a fig
Christ cursed to dry for its waste of season
For an ignoble vessel can rise to be noble
Therefore gratitude must not trick us to settle for less
For there is grace to grace and portions do double
And your heart yearns for more if you would truly confess
Isn't it God who makes men and nations great?
Why deceive me into stagnation in the name of contentedness
When God assures destiny, you insure against fate
How shall we occupy till He comes with this helplessness
In these ways are the children of the world wiser
Wasn't the master impressed by his servant's shrewdness
If my duties I abscond and with my substance I be a miser
Though I squander not, I fail at faithfulness
Therefore we hope for much and expect to be astounded
It is written of exceedingly abundantly above imagination
To bequeath, be renown, be exalted and founded
And your establishment be the hallmark of a generation
K. Muitherero.
Just the other side of the river,
oaken sentinels rise to greet Sol;
a lone birth sits nearby amid river rocks,
time worn by the flowing aqua,
that wends and winds the bends upon
its journey across the rolling lands.
Athena's child hoots a "Hello" in
tones of contentedness and friendship;
as our eyes lock, my spirit instinctively
feels the elation of a crisp, late summer
morning. I lay out a freshly caught fish
near a tree behind me, turn and cast out again.
The swift flutter of wings resounds behind me,
the gift accepted silently by my watcher,
brings me the joy unimagined within the
hardened concrete abyss; real life is about
the natural order of things and blessings
that abound upon this majestic space-marble.
Dear Janus-mirrored face,
Sometimes when I feel alone
and highly self-invested,
sometimes when I don’t feel heard
or I do feel under-appreciated,
I also discover
that my challenges are a bit less about Other,
what we are and are not doing correctly,
wisely,
with integrity,
A bit more about me
and my limited wisdom,
possibly compromised integrity,
lack of cooperative and curious
contentedness.
In what ways am I willing,
in what ways am I unwilling,
to cooperate
with a shared Positive,
WinWin strategic
mythic logos?
When we are both,
Ego MindLeft and Eco BodyRight,
learning to follow
our mutually-held integrity
of EarthTribe healing grace
Resonant singing minds
in resilient dancing bodies
enjoying our Janus face.
I sing the song of yesterday
When all was truth and light
A time when love was really love
And every dream was bright
I sing the song of yesterday
When youth was virile, strong
A time of joy and happiness
When nothing could go wrong
I sing the song of yesterday
When passion burned with fire
A time when making love was rife
With hunger and desire
I sing a song of yesterday
When beauty reigned supreme
A time when luscious lips would laugh
And blazon every dream
I sing a song of yesterday
When my love was true to me
A time of sweet contentedness
I wish THAT time would be
Jade Celeste
Crystal clear, your deep blue green
Provoking peace around these waters serene.
Near you my hysteric anxiety can find its peace
And the internal screaming of this mind might cease.
I have found you help settle my troublesome deep
And that you comfort my soul when I weep.
I will continue to return to this shore;
With each passing day I will appreciate you more.
You have offered to me what few others can
You, my healing waters, my calming ocean.
As each crest breaks against my shins
These bubbles dance along my skin.
With each performance of every wave
I grin and giggle at how you behave.
Vibrant, lively, and full of joy
You return energy back into this boy.
I listen to your voice and find I wear a smile
For the wonderfulness you are, I believe my time here is worthwhile.
You evoke from me a contentedness unseen.
You, my happy waters, my joyous sea.
Upon your shore I look at your waters vast
And remember history; a terrifying past.
I feel the pain of those lost to the waves
And the longing of a healed life each one craves.
The power you boast none can contain.
The strength you posses does supreme reign.
You dwarf us; remind us we are but man
But ask we match you, and rise if we can.
You birth in me strength that power I might reap.
You, my challenging ocean, my inspiring deep.
What a wonder! Indeed what a sight!
At the breaking of day; at the falling of night.
If I am still shaking sleep or my eyes are fully alive
The wondrous beauty you are does always thrive.
On your surface the sun glistens and gleams
And underneath all manners of life teems.
Among all of creation you are most fair,
A simple fact of which even you are unaware.
By your presence I'm awestruck, this is true.
You, my dazzling waters, my beauteous blue.
Just a touch of stress, so I burn.
The day has been a mess, so I burn.
The scorched leaf lingers after the burn.
Holding regret in my fingers after the burn.
This cloud is unpleasant and I wish to waft away.
But this space is enclosed and scents tend to stay.
So I would raise a small wand, a twig of white oak.
And as one would do with fire, so I would do with smoke.
The memories arise, as prompted by my nose,
Of times around a pit, where warm energy glows.
We would share stories in this pleasant light.
We would laugh and eat and drink away the night.
I am content to let these thoughts and memories chase,
As they wash away the others, leaving not a trace.
Basking in my mind, as the oak I burn.
The contentedness I find, as the oak I burn.
Erasing the regret, as the oak I burn.
Until the next cigarette demands the oak I burn.