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Life is unpredictable, it and its component parts
Will let you down, maybe many times; maybe once
Thrice in your time on this earth? Prospective
Husbands or Brides can be left waiting at a
Marriage spot, planes can take off without you
But this is because life in itself is not going to last
Not in the case of this world at least, yet Death..
On the other hand, it will not leave you out.' Its to be
Depended on, and if it does not get you early, its
Better late than never as far as death is concerned.' I beleive this is because its part of the
Eternal.' Which is the 'super reality' you may have seen me write of before, that we can all inherit through Jesus Christ, and yet so much worldly effort is put into the transparent things of
This world by humanity, the Egyptian kings
Had an idea of this, we can tell by the intensive preparations made for their departure from this plane, but God does not reside in temples made by mans hand, he resides in the people who choose Him, and follow Him; these He will carry
Into the eternal 'super reality He Keeps' that is not
To say I despise life, which it is good to live fully
In this write I only wish to open a window that others may glimpse of the coming life and consider..'
God bless.!
for my gentle handsome son, Keith Andrew-
The young Canadian goose was lost in flight,
Not knowing which way to turn-
Now he depended on instinct and sight,
And what he had already learned-
The clouds engulfed all his air space,
And for the skein his heart did yearn-
They were migrating north in springtime,
Towards their nesting grounds to return-
He was sure he could navigate the course,
But he really needed to see-
For now it was against time that he raced,
Hoping that soon with them all he would be-
He flew at an altitude of 3,000 feet,
the migration height that geese fly-
’but then remembered on some occasions,
they’d go up 27,000 feet in the sky!
He tried to get his bearings,
by estimating their rate of speed-
Canadian Geese cover 1,500 miles a day,
He’d have to fly faster to succeed-
KA, with courage geared up,
and charged right through the distant clouds-
He spotted black feathered necks and feet,
and heard lots honking that was loud-
His father was in the lead,
of the “V” formation that geese fly-
His mother was right behind,
Asking, “Where did he go and why?”
The young Canadian goose remained in back,
Until all of them touched the ground-
Mother emerged from the gaggle with glee,
Happy her son was found-
Mom and father were together for life-
In the geese world that’s how it goes-
Now it was KA’s time to find a mate,
He made it just in time to propose!
To Spark Interest
More than the
competence
And more than
the form
More than
verbosity
And more than
its charms
More than
acceptance
And more than
the fame
Hoping
to spark interest
Nothing more
— will I claim
********
Surrounding His Heart
In a manner
peculiar
to himself
love was in vain
The standard
that other’s
depended upon
his never to feign
The love of a maiden
the love of a lass
lay broken
to bits
Impaled by the armor
surrounding
his heart
ungiven — remiss
********
But A Memory
Opening
Pandora’s Box
that regret
cannot close
A.I. preys
unchecked
our heads to
our toes
Pandering
to laziness
its gadgets
mislead
And hide
its real purpose
to enslave
and deceive
A little bit
pregnant
the feckless
proclaim
Its baby
a monster
our freedom
to claim
And when it
takes over
to never
depart
Our pasts
but a memory
in a future
— that’s dark
********
Alone & Silent
The water
rushing over the falls
belies its force
A trickle
1000 miles North
contains its source
A poem that’s written
then published
and rewrapped in fame
Hides what moments alone
and silence
— forever sustain
********
A Last Final Act
Using Logic to
explain Divinity ...
a futile endeavor
Love the gift
that keeps on giving
through hate and ill weather
Through spirit alone
we return to the source
of our making
Repledging our souls
in a last final act
— of becoming
(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)
Despite the present pike pandemonium in our life,
Those in charge would have us to think it’s a Greek joke;
That we must continue to deal with present-day strife
As if it is a temporary faith-testing suffering bearing yoke.
Yes, like the Pharaohs of old, they have depended on the faith of us
Who have never failed to put our belief in the God that we trust;
Not understanding that we’ve never had to test the promised word
But with divine wisdom and guidance, practiced what we had heard.
Like our ancestral beings at the slave ships slaving home-land docking,
Know that we too will survive with that same wisdom and guidance
To overcome the present days’ shadowed earthquake-like rocking
For we are ever energized by the ever-flowing lightning radiance;
Be not afraid of the choices that you have spiritually made,
Praying with divine wisdom and guidance, it‘s the thing to do
That you do not have to worry about the promise that’s been said;
Solidified by the true faith that’s been given to faithful you:-
I honour them like I honour freedom, liberations,
They were guests to this earth just like anyone,
They had their own individual desires and ambitions,
But gathered up determination and gathered their sum.
They were guests to this earth just like anyone,
No god, alien or talking plant said they had to fight,
But gathered up determination and gathered their sum,
And wielded such power in the dead of night.
No god, alien or talking plant said they had to fight,
They came of their own accord, were anomalies,
And wielded such power in the dead of night,
Power was from inside their hearts and their families,
They came of their own accord, were anomalies,
Still frightened by the ferocity of the enemy,
Power was from inside their hearts and their families,
Against being picked they had no animosity.
Still frightened by the ferocity of the enemy,
They listened to their lessons, lectures and trainers,
Against being picked they had no animosity,
But got stuck into maths and engineering, their wars.
They listened to their lessons, lectures and trainers,
They asked courageously when they didn’t know the answers,
But got stuck into maths and engineering, their wars,
Knowing that the greater war depended on such matters.
They asked courageously when they didn’t know the answers,
Humility was their way in order to emerge superior,
Knowing that the greater war depended on such matters,
And they took to climbing up, they couldn’t have been wearier.
Humility was their way in order to emerge superior,
Their interior was fragmented sometimes, but they learnt,
And they took to climbing up, they couldn’t have been wearier,
The future of the realm depended on what was to them current.
Their interior was fragmented sometimes, but they learnt,
They had their own individual desires and ambitions,
The future of the realm depended on what was to them current,
I honour them like I honour freedom, liberations.
22nd March 2016
Older than dirt, 1932 in May
long before I saw the light of day,
The Moon Rocket was published, stellar piece.
staccato was its mark of expertise.
I was three in 1947.
At the top of the stairs I was in heaven
watching mama's hands fly over the keys.
Sometimes I'd go down and watch on my knees.
Mom taught me much musical knowledge,
but this piece was not launched 'til college.
Her memory she depended on;
the notes for Moon Rocket - long gone.
First year in college, 1961,
Moon Rocket's music scored a trial run
in the library stacks, mostly unseen -
dusty volumes of Etude Magazine.
Copying the music, note after note
with tears in my eyes, lump in my throat.
Practicing, ‘til I got every note right.
On my next trip home, oh, what a sight!
Mom joined me on the bench, she was so pleased.
Carpe diem, our day had been seized.
I played primo, rhythm at her command;
she played the bass with stiff, wrinkled hand.
***
2015, I was seventy two.
Surprise, on E-bay, I found that issue
of Etude Magazine - paid ten bucks cold
for yellowed music, eighty-three years old.
August 1, 2020
Beth Evans: Same Old Song Poetry Contest
Constance LeFrance: Dusty Old Memories Poetry Contest
sapphire view port ...
the ocean of stars glistened
like a million sun sprites on the sea
yet the sea was not near as cold ... or deep
and despite it's bounty
its mysteries were not remotely as compelling
the Universe had tugged at his heart
since his earliest memories
and now far-space exploration was a reality
his wildest dreams come to fruition
and HE was at the helm ...
all it required was a push of the 'ignition' button
and yet he couldn't find the will ...
for everything he loved - everyONE -
was here, on Earth ...
and due to the sacrifices of inter-stellar travel
(and the bending of the continuum)
they would be long-dead when he returned
there was no turning back
many others depended on him
and the success of this mission and its goals
too much money had been spent
far too much sacrificed to change it all now
and still ... he could not press the button
little eyes shined in his mind
little eyes that wept as little hearts broke
when they said goodbye to him ...
and how his heart ached for their mother
all they'd been through together
the moonlit nights and daylight laughs and crazy trips
but this was his dream
the dream of all humanity, really
and all that he had worked for, for so very long
he could NOT back down, not now
that's why he'd been chosen - his character ... his resolve
his dedication to the project
and yet ... the button sat untouched
the pad remained uncharred
no rumble of the engines
no roar of the fuel ignited
his finger trembling over the red switch ...
as the world ...
held its collective breath.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Completely Your Choice 12, Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Suzanne – supporting character.
18 – year old who needed a job over the summer, and took the job at
The dealership on a dare from her friends, who said she could never keep a job like that
even if her life depended on it; needless to say she was quite insulted.
Went to the rival high school of Simons, from the other side of town.
Very competitive person, who knows nothing about cars but just wants to show her friends
she can keep the job all summer.
A very take-charge individual, was on the debate team in high school. Didn't allow herself to
get anything less than an A in high school.
Dates frequently, and very social, but thinks most guys in high school are “immature”
or “retarded.”
Loves to talk, and tries to be at several different places at once, very busy social life, until
she begins to work at the dealership.
She doesn’t exactly know what she wants to do in life, she jokes that she’d like to be a
mixture between a safari hunter/photographer/queen of England.
Her room is a complete mess.
She loves grilled cheese sandwiches, but is also a health nut, loves to exercise.
She claims she has “tiny nervous breakdowns” all the time, where she will get so
overwhelmed with the business of her own life she’ll start crying hysterically out of nowhere,
but she tries to hide it from everyone else, she doesn’t want to seem as if she can’t handle
things.
I can help her handle things.
The hurricane has come and gone
And how you fared depended
On where you live or where you were
When Irene’s wrath descended.
If you reside or had been staying
On or near the ocean,
You might have been amazed to see
The sea in roiling motion.
Its crashing waves might possibly
Have damaged your foundation,
Or caused a flood or knocked down trees
Or worse, a combination.
Many people watched in dread,
Preparing by the hour;
But all their caution was in vain
Because they still lost power.
I walked the neighborhood today –
Saw branches strewn around;
And several trees were sliced in half,
Their trunks splayed on the ground.
The promenade was filled with people
Out to check the scene.
It added something spicy
To their usual routine.
With stores and restaurants mostly closed
And nothing status quo,
They strolled along the river’s edge
With no place else to go.
The hurricane is over now,
Its havoc left behind;
And whether we were spared or not,
We have an ax to grind.
Thank you, Wind, for sitting with me -
A most uncommon interviewee.
Glad to help, won't you take good notes,
So that you may avoid misquotes?
Sure, I think that would be a crime.
Tell our readers how you spend time.
I love to travel everywhere,
So many places I move the air.
I have pushed ships across the sea
To new lands of opportunity.
I caress folks' faces and skin.
So they feel good outside and in.
I convey smells of fresh baked bread,
Jasmine flowers and roses, red,
The happy shouts of kids at play,
And singing birds to start the day.
Do you ever find that you get bored?
Are there more pastimes you've explored?
I make ladies' hair come undone.
I swiftly rustle skirts for fun.
I blow a hat off of a head.
I'll make a field goal miss instead.
Sometimes, when I get furious,
I'm a cyclone, injurious.
Thanks Wind, I've enjoyed our meeting.
This will be engaging reading.
And so, the interview ended.
Notes on which the piece depended,
Placed on the cafe table, unbound,
Were blown here, there, and all around,
As the interviewer was taught,
The Wind's a guy who can't be caught.