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The stump of one spar poked above the rest beside me slope descending
And I roped that spit in the hope that it would not have me on the fire turning
On that fire burning
I tied one end to my saddle horn with a stirrup on each side
And I held my breath diggin' in my spurs prayin' this would be my ride
That this would be my ride
My wooden bronco bucked and turned in this rodeo from Hell
As the torrent grew round and round we flew to the Talon down below
The Talon down below
In all of my riata days I never held on tighter
I knew that this was my last crew and I'd go down a fighter
I would go down a fighter
Then something came upside my head and last I saw stars blazin'
And when my sense at last I found I was floating down the Talon
The swiftly flowing Talon
Around me floated such a mess as I have never seen
But the mount I chose still above it rose and carried me to safety
It carried me down to safety
I prayed and swore on that rocky shore where the Talon left me lying
And when I looked back t'ward the peak where we had all been standing
Nothing was left standing
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I miss those boys and the open skies but not that haunted mountain
I’ll not return with all I’ve learned and days I still am countin’
Each day I will be countin’
As a day I've earned by lessons learned and not taken for granted
So I won't go whether sand or snow to the Talon River Crossing
Ne'er the Talon I'll be crossing
The days I've left before my death not many I can count on
But with my last breath I'll curse his name that surely you can count on
That surely you can count on
With my death rattle I'll curse his name
That surely you can count on
Induced Interludes
Twilight disrobes a soundless star
It claims some gentler theme from me
Caught lingering in a unified bestilled embrace
Beneath a unique spotlight of its gleaming afterglow
gently now, gently
thus footprints bare none
alight butterfly rest on a finger
spilled words occasions the breeze
the gist of me shadows alongside jaguars
Morning star glint after dawns flow
Challenge arranges yet another measure
An opportune solemn hymn ingratiates breaths
Stages of a day follow blissfully edge to edge quietly
gently now, gently
a better course grace me
fingertip traces a fashioned grin
a made verse set rhythmically whispers
a softly caressed infant coos towards silence
Sunsets a mimed score entertains
Review disciplined superbly portrayed
Persuades descending rays an eyeful adieu
Nightwings greet dusk, whorls up into absence
gently now, gently
ebb star pivots another
penitent pose cradles prayers
pointed at fingers in lieu of sheeps
eyes seals behind dreams, genteel cast...
I think of you..
An instant swirl
of a rose-bud breeze
descending between
silence and sleep.
My one and only
night- time companion.
At last,we're no longer strangers
I know you!
I found you!
I have you!
Fresh manna casacading
on a slothful pillow
The sweetest contentment released .
A flutter of butterflies
in sync with my heart's
Du-dum,Du-dum,drumming beat .
Yet,words,words fail me,
Pink lips are sealed.
Low voice can't utter
soft ardent whispers
nor gentle echoes
can return back to recall
this beauty I see.
My pen can't scribble
the name of the flame
where fire desires to be
Each line is too faint,
Each verse is too bleak,
too bleak to describe you,
and the hundred emotions
which you make me feel.
Inspired by music
I squeeze my eyelids narrow as I follow east
The scarlet rays of dawn loom like a crouching beast
That watches with a hunger neither harsh nor kind
And breathes out living warmth into the sapling pines
My path unfurls before me like a shaken sail
Like wings as shy and boundless as the nightingale
Like rivers drawn abroad by sloping destinies
And futures seen as vivid as if memories
The morning's beams resolve into a flaming scowl
And lick the land and set savannah winds ahowl
As shadows kneel before their maker, inch by inch
In penitence for sins forgotten ages since
My path becomes an eons-worn, dry river bed
Shy, boundless wings cede way to but one road ahead
The dreams of youth replaced by life's monotonies
And yearning hopes defaced by mounting tragedies.
I feel the distant heat descending at my spine
The flaming beast returning to its holy shrine
The autumn shades of maple leaves now dance unseen
The vestal rays of yesteryears have lost their sheen
I hear a creaking whisper as I stand alone
The haunting squeaking murmur of arthritic bones
As tingling, racing shivers surge upon the breeze
My neck hairs stand, pricked tall like frost anemones
I miss the distant heat descending at my spine
That beast or god or devil's resting in its shrine
While darkness chases fleeting sparks of joy away
Cruel darkness chases fleeting sparks of joy away
Well my life was pretty good
Till Mom made me walk the goat.
And all I had to do it with
Was a piece of measly rope.
The reason for this tragedy-
Embarrassing,to say the least;
Our foolish goat had indulged herself
In a very gluttonous feast.
When dinner was served the other day
She swallowed more than chewed.
Eating more than the other goats;
A sickly amount of food.
We found her on the floor,
Stomach in distress.
Painfully bemoaning
Her self-inflicted mess.
So Mom decided a plan
To ease her stomach pain:
Every day I'd walk her
(And in the process go insane).
I harnessed her with rope
And tried to get her out.
The others kept escaping
Despite my every shout.
At last I got them in,
With my patient this removed.
Descending the goat shed stairs
Was the next thing I had to do.
I tried to lead her down
But she just stood there at the top.
Pushing and pulling didn't work-
It was like trying to move a rock.
So I picked up the stubborn thing
And brought her down myself.
Our goat had made it clear
That she would be no help
I brought her to a trot
And ran her several laps.
"Why am I her doing this?"
Is a question I'd often ask.
I restrained her many attempts
To wander around and forage.
Dining on toxic plants
Was a habit I had to discourage.
She then became uninterested,
Proceeding to lie down.
In spite of my tugs and pulls
She stubbornly held her ground.
I had to haul her up
Despite her loud complaints.
I tied her to a tree
And left her thus restrained.
I heard her bleats for help
But didn't regret a thing.
My patience was out the window-
Too late for sympathy.
A whole week,I did this,
To help that infernal goat.
By the end of the ordeal
I was starting to lose all hope.
Our dear goat is fine now;
She's no longer in the red.
I've had enough of watching goats;
I'd rather watch chickens instead.
“The teacher who walks in the shadow of the temple, among his followers, gives not of his wisdom but rather of his faith and lovingness.”
- Kahlil Gibran, "The Prophet," page 56, copyright 1923
Time stands still in the rainbow window of the soul
Mixed in colorful kaleidoscopic clouds
Awaiting His return
Anticipating the spiral staircase descending from Heaven
Like a tornado about to touch down,
I sit motionless in a dreamlike delirium state
Gazing. Hazing. Raising my hands slowly into the air,
I prayerfully praise His name as Wonderful Counselor
I shall do my best to live by His excellent examples
Of compassion, forgiveness, and charity
He gave the ultimate sacrifice for my sins
So, I sing His hymns unto the four winds
In hopes He will hear my voice vibrating
In hopes He will hear my heart humbling
In hopes He will return soon
Especially during my lifetime of longing. . .
God set his bow in the clouds,
pointed upwards with no strings.
Likewise, it contains no arrows.
God calls it “my bow.”
We call it a rainbow -
we know not to expect
a worldwide flood.
We all stepped out of the ark.
to see the rainbow’s colorful arch.
Whether partial or full,
we admire our rainbow.
God’s bow is a promise,
he will not sling arrows -
no rain descending on all humanity.
No wiping us out with a flood.
God’s bow, nicely nestled,
in the thunder clouds.
6/16/2023
I have placed my bow in the clouds,
and it will be a sign of the covenant
between me and the earth…water
will never again become a flood
to destroy every creature.
Genesis 9:13, 15b CSB
Breathing in Winter at 10
David J Walker
The man on or clock radio
Said
The high will be 32 and the low
Will be 10 below
There was a chance of a blizzard
And maybe a foot of snow
As I remember
That middle day of
A cold December
Descending on the grey of a
Wednesday morning
And the voice from the radio
Warning
of the changes to come
I would dress my best to
Protect me from
The cold
as the quiet snow
Fell on us as foretold
Like a million silk parachutes
Dropping from the sky
And there in the cold
Of a schoolyard playground
Stood I
Breathing it all in
The crisp, cold air of a
Snowy winter morning at
The age of 10
Knowing I would remember
This winter day
Again
And again
(a sequel to The Whispers of Light)
twelve mountains I would climb
to view the dreams, beyond the sea
but I became lost, in mists of time
and realised, this was not my destiny
descending, I came upon a barren land
and finding the lord of darkness
on a perhaps, that I might understand
the way of being, to be more than less
searching, for somewhere to go
to find that somewhere, I can grow
searching, for the end of sorrow
to find that someone who will know
alas the stories, were of the free
who were sourcing the wars of wrath
having extracted all life from the sea
it became unclear which was the path
so I checked the rivers, bursting with souls
but devoid was knowledge of destiny
just data flowing, in armies of trolls
all looking for reasons to disagree
keep searching for somewhere to go
to find that somewhere, I can grow
keep searching for the end of sorrow
to find that someone who will know
fearful of meeting a darkest hour
I came upon a man who was whole
he said love and giving was the power
and harmony island should be my goal
I rested a while, under a willow tree
in rustling leaves, were whisperings
listen to the story of a green eternity
if you want to know how love sings
this too said harmony island was the place
where the one is, who will help me grow
and when finding this sweetness and grace
share with the one, who I will know
as the wars raged on all around
splitting the river, an island I could see
there seemed no blood on the ground
is this the place of sweet harmony
bathed in the colour of a rainbow
sweet purple singing, surely I could hear
whatever is on the island, I must know
as my heartbeat shifts into another gear
have I found this somewhere to go
is this the place where I can grow
have I found the end of sorrow
will I find someone who will know
harmony island, take me there
I have love to share today
into the rainbow I must dare
harmony island, I am on my way
I woke up this morning a little after four
with the Holy Spirit knocking loudly on my door
I hesitate to heed to the spiritual call
even though I was not sleepy at all
I rolled over on my tired side just to avoided going outside
But I couldn't neglect the Holy voice because of my selfish pride
I ventured outside at quarter to five to have my devotional hour
and I was captivated by a strong power
The street was bare and empty and the cold air quickly disappeared
I walked along the well lit street with the Holy Spirit embracing me
Something more powerful than me was guiding and leading me to my destiny
I prayed from the depth of my heart and tears that have been welled up for days
began flowing on the messy street clearing the way for a brand new day
I reached the end of the road and found a comfortable spot to unveil my heavy load
I stood behind a giant tree and allow it to cover me
then I pour out my whole heart to thee
I addressed the things that I hold so dear
and the challenges that I have faced over the years
All of a sudden cars sprang up everywhere beaming lights far and near
They drove up and down the road in a harmonious way
as if they where chaperoning a dignitary around the town
It was quite usual for the traffic to be so heavy
in a small community so early in the morning
The dispatchers hid quietly not far from me directing traffic from a tiny house
I moved closer into the bushes and camouflage myself among the trees
I blocked out the distraction and clinged to the trees around me
I became one with the tree and I felt a strong power descending upon me
I prayed for a while until a car start circling around looking for me
I emerged from the bushes and walked quietly on the bank and there it was
I stood over the drainage with light all over me
and the woman at the well emerged
I poured out my heart to the Almighty
And He finally restored my dignity.