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There once was a yew tree
So tall and so grand
It lived in wide and vast open land
It loved to feel the breeze
And loved the great rain
The yew tree new it would never know pain
Then once came a cutter
So big and so bold
It came for the wood so it could be sold
The yew tree begged to live
It only could cry
It loved it’s land and didn’t want to die
The cutter couldn’t hear
But only the breeze
He could not hear the beg of grand yew tree
And so tears of sap fell
It knew it was time
But cutter only thought of the money sublime
He swung his axe but stopped
As a squirrel sat
Atop the leaves and on the highest branch
The cutter thought and said,
“I can’t take a home,
So the cutting will have to be postponed”
The cutter left and sighed
And the squirrel cheered
Now safe and saved, the yew tree’s dread was cleared
Again the cutter came
But now a deer stayed
“To make a bow of this tree I’ll be paid”
The cutter says upset
The deer stays in place
And the cutter sighs, “I’ll stay in case”
The cutter stayed, night, day
And saw the beauty
Around him. He realized God made the tree.
He knew the tree was more
More than wood for bows
A home for squirrels, shade for deer, for birds to crow
He say and he waited
And watched the days pass
Then chose to not cut the tree at last
“Oh great yew tree, grand, tall
I won’t cut you down
After all” the cutter said, without a frown
“Though your berries poison,
Your wood good for bows
I will not cut you, animals need you, I know”
The cutter left the tree
the animals cheered
The yew tree only knew one thing it feared
The yew tree was happy
As animals prayed
And as cutters came, they never stayed
In a cutter he sailed
This tanned foreign man
Muscled and handsome
As i watched him step on my island
His long brown hair
Mm, shoulder length
I went weak at the knees
Losing my strength
The evening drew in
As i sat on the beach
Admiring his ship
Craving his reach
When i heard a voice
Saying " good evening to you "
I turned around
And the want in me grew
I said " hello back "
Would you care to join me
On this sunset evening
As i joy at the seas
On the sands we sit
Our lives being discussed
My inner thoughts of this young man
Were beach laid lust
We continued to chat
As we moved real close
We shared a kiss
As our skin was exposed
He picked a red flower
And placed it in my hair
Into his eyes i looked
To desire him here
His muscled body
Held me to his
My breasts outing
My heart in bliss
The warm evening air
Drifts over our skins
In the sands we join
Our pleasurable sins
Its as if the warms winds quieten
Allowing our chorus of love
As the stars peer through
The palm tree leaves up above
In explosive crescendo
Like the breakers on the shore
He excites me like no other
As my body cries for more
In symphony and in sync
We writhe and absorb
Our passion shared
Before natures sinking orange orb
In his arms i lie
Until well into dawn
For i know in my heart
Unto him i am drawn
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-7.php
Joe The Plumber announced he was runnin' fer Congress the other day!
Congratulations, Joe! You the man! Fer you I shout, "Hooray!"
Tell 'em like it is as you did with Obama - show 'em you won't be outdone!
And, Joe, take yer plumbers' kit - you'll need it to repair the damage done!
Include screwdrivers to tighten the screws on higher taxes and spendin',
And yer biggest wrench to shut off the flow of governmental lendin'!
Take yer solderin' arn so as to solidify warm relationships with yer peers,
And a pipe cutter to cut off zany filibusterin' that is tiresome to yer ears!
You'll need a hundred rolls of duct tape to stem the flow of inane babble,
And gallons of Liquid Plummer to unclog the stalemate of that useless rabble!
A good pipe wrench will come in handy to tighten the discipline in that 'joint',
And a twelve-foot stepladder to rise above that rotten mob to make yer point!
Joe, show 'em what real 'change' is meant to be with a new 'shower' of hope!
Flush political correctness down the john that's gotten us on this slippery slope!
Be sure to take yer roto-rooter and clean the sewer that is Washington, DC!
Use yer most powerful hose to flush the whole mucked-up mess out to sea!
Robert L. Hinshaw,CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Save me – I used to have suicidal ideations in my mind…watch over me, Lord of
Accord…I can’t find the light in goodbye, so let me say before I go – I love you
so, friend of mine – let me unwind for a little while and give me some space if
you can be so kind
Ohhh…see right through my pain – regret & shame slits me like a knife, shaking
in the hands of a cutter – I’m trying to look on the brighter side of life, but I
am blind and I am feeling left behind…ooh I’m trying to leave behind the past if
you don’t mind
Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence – I’ve been driven insane by
Depression and Anxiety…I’ve lived through so much stress and distress, yet
I’m still surviving & I’m still thriving to be positive and to have a happier frame
of mind (someday, I won’t be blind)
So, today is a sun-shining day…and the morning dew of dismay has faded
away
Under the universe, I see happy-go-lucky birds fly gaily…passing away like the
day transforming into night…the illuminated night awakens my mind’s eye and
my mind’s remarkable inspiration
Roam around the City of Serenity and let us both seek the sun, so we can
grow together once more
Vibrant sun shines upon us like a spotlight on the performer
I feel that my alienated ambition has taken its toll on me…I’m no longer a
forlorner
The Mountain withstands time the Agent Elder who once spewed an earthly inferno
Now rests quietly in peace. I climb higher holding onto tree branches covered in moss In a
rainforest where time is lost I breathe in the early morning dew that smells like cotton
candy and the Evergreens of a sugary Maple. Houdini escaped the chains of monotony, and I
did too. I was a prisoner in the confines of Whitby Plain suburbia nightmare. Cookie
cutter homes and the middle class daily life.
I wouldn’t fit in next to a water looking down on everyone else. I almost lost my edge… a
shadow version of myself. My Light My confidence to shout out and sing had almost gone out
Peering down into the Glacier lake. On top of my mountainous escape into the looking glass
surface I am overjoyed and see the sadness of my trapped heart dissipate
Form:
Here is a poem request I wrote. It's for a lady who enjoys gardening and has great pleasure in keeping her vases filled with fresh flowers.Enjoying the beauty of nature.
Poem and pictures on my Instagram :
daisymeadows2023
MY CUTTING VASE GARDEN
My garden is so relaxing for me,
The bright green, lush lawn,
Wonderful flowers, such a joy to see!!
I noticed the other day,
The return of the leaf cutter bee,
Shaping each leaf in patterns,
So delicately.
There's lavender so calming,
Sweet peas, with scent so amazing!!
Of course, there's the beautiful rose,
A garden, I love to spend my days in.
There is pretty white boarders,
And foxgloves, standing so tall,
I have my cutting garden vases,
I can fill them all!!
A garden full of vibrant flowers,
Brings such delight for me,
My beautifu,l cutting vase garden,
Is where you will always find me!!
When I leave this world
It won’t be silently
NO, I will leave behind a note
A note of reproach
For the sin of humanity
In the inability to feel with…to feel for
To truly love
Another human being
Who has the curse of being….
Different
When I leave this world
My words I’ll behind
To a world that was unkind
To a world that only loved
Cookie cutter shapes and sizes
A world with a status quo
That couldn’t be tampered with
A world that embraced
The lovely
The beautiful
The happy….oh the happy
Those with perpetual smiles
With lilting voices of angels
And with beauty of the ages
Those worthy of love
Serene angelic doves
Who never felt despair
But were always bright and fair
When I leave this world
I will leave behind
A legacy for those
Who were unloved
Who didn’t have sound minds
Who struggled along the way
Who tried to be beautiful
Who tried to smile
Through ripped and aching hearts
Who tried to stay afloat
When others would just gloat
Those who tried to be brave
But longed for the grave
To those I will say
“You are beautiful
You are worthy
You are precious
You are priceless
Your mind though tormented
Is full of beautiful treasure
Don’t blame yourself
For not being able to fit
In this selfish and crazy world
You are not a misfit
The world is unable
To make itself fit
To the dazzling beauty of you
So, just do what it takes
Just do what it takes
To get through the pain
To get to tomorrow
Maybe, maybe
You’ll hear my voice
Whisper to you in the breeze
Telling you to make the world
A better place
A more caring place
Because of YOU!"
Eileen Manassian Ghali
A fable of worth weaves a fair tale,
that wealth possesses and not possessed.
A quest to feign means forges a trail
long jaded by the marks they unveil.
Though blind seeker's minds a treasured chest.
The hope for glory gloats jealousy,
the more the merrier, too cliche,
counting amounts to a specialty
until idle growth reels entropy.
Insignificant be, sensed doomsday.
While the moment ill-timed takes pleasure
as imbalance shortchanged one's fortune.
Debt collectors knock at their leisure
of court rulings, list your worth's measure.
It is beyond the call of margin.
Though street level, not truly gutter,
err midst a fool lacks austerity.
Low-life address as a deal cutter
a debt paid in full hangs aflutter.
A world minus dreamt prosperity.
I suspect mercy may be more resiliently empowering
for optimizing multicultural health and safety
as compared to uniform law
and ordered, cookie-cutter, justice
unresponsive to ubiquitous mitigating circumstances
of unique spaces
and relentlessly changing times.
Mercy recognizes society's environmental
historical contributions to loss,
to absence of equitable justice
more aware of each individual perpetrator's responsibility
to society,
to family,
to local community
Society's justice,
without nurturing
restorative mercy,
speaks decontextualized
un-nuanced authority of capital-measured economic systems
including reasonable and fair expectations
of retributive law,
imprisoning neglect
and sometimes violently punishing order.
I wonder if both justice and mercy
improve therapeutic co-arising potency
restoring merciful justice
AND
revising metaphysically just
equitable
reuniting mercy,
co-redemptively resolving
what Earth has positively conjoined
in thoughtful truth
and felt beauty
Breathing,
re-animating,
enspiriting
inspiring nature's in and out climates
of seasonal development,
undevelopment,
redevelopment,
anti-development,
pro-development,
fractal phases of leftbrain space
mercifully greeting,
halfway meeting,
bilateral rightbrain TaoTime
With merciful multicultural anticipation,
so less competitive room
for monoculturing white justice anxiety
about sufficient health and tribal safety
for all EarthTribe's resilient health.
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The oven hums,
a steady hymn.
Like December's first snow,
flour drifts across the countertop.
Her hands~
kneading, rolling, pressing~
leave maps in the dough.
I trace them with a cookie cutter,
star-shaped, blunt at the edges.
Powdered sugar hangs in the air,
a sweet ghost.
We laugh,
and it sticks to our cheeks,
to the aprons she sewed from fabric scraps,
to the memories we don’t yet know
we’re making.
The timer rings.
The cookies glow.
And for a moment,
the whole world is warm.