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A family of petals wrapped up as a flower
Gathered together as one, none alone.
Each of them move in the wind with no bother,
Clinging to the center, calling it their home.
They wave in the breeze collecting their food,
Enjoying the warmth and light from the giving sun.
Each of them seems to be in a different mood.
While some petals watch, others are having fun.
As the day come to an end, and night draws near,
They huddle together through the dark and pray.
Two of the petals are now nervous with fear,
Wondering how many of their young will blow away.
They hope they have taught them how to live,
Passing on the values of right and wrong.
As the wind blows stronger, their hold begins to give.
The two petals watch as the others float along.
They glide through the air in a world so vast
That leads them each on a journey of their own.
They use what they have learned from years past
To find a good place where their seeds can be sown.
A new family of petals wrapped up as a flower
Gathered together as one, none alone.
Each of them move in the wind with no bother,
Clinging to the center, calling it their home.
She colored my world in shades of hope
Shining light through the darkness
Caressing those shimmering dreams
With appreciation of me, my vision
All the pieces of me that sought freedom
To dance through this world with passion
Inspiration and enthusiasm to desire
Sparks of joy, insight and beauty
All the glories of knowing my longings
Were worthy of the time I placed in them
She was wise beyond her years, with prudence
Flaming excitement and thrills through the
Horizon of faith in His grace and the soothing
Comforts of a God who knows that I am one
Who loves unconditionally, with sensitivity
And assurance that love is the answer to pain
The remedy for sorrow and all that gives my
Prayers the blessing of responses that are aware
True delight comes down from the God of heaven
Who answers our prayers with solutions that resonate
With clarification, wonder and discernment
She breathed kindness into my spirit from her
Gentle aura of feelings, opinions and ideas
Which taught me the beauty in all that brings calm
All that loves with assurance and confidence
Whispers of elation drift through the air around her
Bringing with them softest silence, hints of affection
Drawing me to them like a magnet draws the iron
Wishes for compassionate revelations incite my heart
Through intimacy with the Creator, the Lover of my soul
The One who knows me better than my own heart could
God, who my mama taught me about until I understood
His love is the love that could reach beyond the doubts
That left me wanting, into the soul of promise, solace
Where reflections of meaningful instruction assure me
That I am someone who knows His truth will be my peace
With God, serenity releases me from the desire to be
Anything but the woman my mama knew I could be
The woman who loves, lives and longs for the best blessings
God sends to those who give their lives to Him
The One who is the supplier of both love and passion!
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November 13, 2020
In doom light, I see all that is &
Ever was, I see all the façades
Stripped away n callouses
Tearing away all the love and hate
In doom light, the endless white
No sun, not in endless, twilight light
The ash drifts in sinister currents
There in a chair out of nowhere
A figure sits, a gray shadow in this doom light
The light before the end of time
When all is done, all is said, all wars have bleed
Everything has been lost or completed
Every word that should have been said was left for dead
The end draws nigh, the light of nothing, shadows cower
A dead light of nothingness clings to all in shades of bitter white
In the doom light stands I, a witness to the ending of time
My non-corporeal form drifts in between
I see all in doomed sight, at the end of reality
Or make mine, one of Creations demise
I watch all in the fading light of yesterday's sun
A Nova on the horizon
The end of days has come
I see all in the doom light
The light of dawn before time was spun
The figure sitting
The effigy of every deity
Lost in the approaching storm of nothingness
All awash in the doom light
I see all that is or ever was
I see all the façades
Stripped away n callouses
Ripping away all the love, hate
In doom light, the endless white
No sun, not even twilight
Just endless dead light
The ash drifts in sinister currents
There in a chair out of nowhere
A figure sits in gray shadows,
In this doom light
The effigy of every deity
I linger for a little...while longer
Going blind in the doom light!
God's grace is a wonderful thing
it affects your right down deep inside
showing how deep is God's love
receiving it draws you to abide
Experiencing this grace changed me
having been widowed was so real
left on my own wondering what next?
but God came with grace to soulfully heal
God's word was a source of depth
enriching me spiritually so divine
filling my mind by God's holy truth
leading me in His way, grace is His sign
Divine truth was such a real delight
filling my heart with God's loving touch
this leaves one in astounding wonder
for God's loving grace is never too much
Looking back with true thankfulness
on how God's grace filled my heart
lifted me up when I was so alone
reminded of Christ's redemption in no small part
(This touch of God's grace when I was widowed way back in 1982 but God's grace made all the difference in my life at that time.)
He who draws beautiful eyes
is a beautiful person.
Beyond the pinnacle of arts
is the hand of God.
He who speaks slowly
is the most fearsome person.
He who speaks his native tongue
is a nationalist.
He who laugh first
laugh last.
He who loves his wife
loves his mother.
He who looks the horizon
is a lover by heart.
He who love wines
speaks the truth.
He who love people
loves to negotiate.
He who loves beauty
knows how to appreciate.
He who forgive
forget enemies.
He who kiss check
knows how to betray.
He who love small details
love wisdom.
He who love life
is an Earthling human.
takes out it's loaded gun
shoots holes in us for fun
daring us to try and run
time
knows the game and plays it well
watches from the side or there about
has us play against ourselves
time
laughs at you in your shame
takes delight in giving pain
whispers to the passing wind your name
time
is the wicked stepchild
the mad dog running wild
the haunt in the midnight howl
time
takes what you offer, gives back no change
feels that it must rearrange
places on you all the blame
time
holds tight to lost memory
takes it's que from history
spits on you before it leaves
time
draws on another cigarette
exhales the stench of death
till up in smoke is all that's left
I reach across the pillow bare
And caress you with my thigh
And upon your lips
I gently bite
And breathe your hungry sigh
You pull me close
Hip to hip
My body is in song
A hallucinatory return to where I still belong
We are a skein of tangled feelings
Traversing time and space
Incantatory memories rouse us
As we begin to move apace
The remembering of your fingers
The deftness of your hand
My body still your conquest
You raise your flag upon my land
You say you feel my heart in yours
And my blush betrays my thrill
To taste again the salt and slick
Of your urgent hungry will
As we rise to meet the moment
You place your head on mine
We move together silently
In defiance of our crime
The treacherous dawn sun rises
Your scent begins to fade
I lock my eyes on yours
And cling to your embrace
The light leaks through the curtains
And draws me from your grasp
I wake in painful longing
Untouched unseen
I gasp
I lie alone in reverie
Until I hear the pad of children's feet
And the fragments of our union roam
Beyond my aching reach
I rise and smooth the linen
A requiem for the dream
And I begin again the counting
Of the lonely days between
They are out selling the poppies
In this run up to Remembrance Day
But they’ve confused Remembrance
With doing things the cheap way.
When I joined the colours I knew
I could be sent off to war
I just didn’t realise that
I wouldn't’ be needed anymore
If I came back bent and broken
With scars deep in my mind
A future looking bleak
And my best years behind.
Oh, you paraded at Wootton Bassett,
Wept your tears for the dead,
And you wore your scarlet poppies
Coloured for past blood shed
But when my wounds mended
And I could use my artificial leg
I was thrown on the state
Almost like having to beg.
And such treatment is normal
For children partners and wives
Of all those who went to serve
And in duty gave their lives,
Or, worse still, survived
To feel the despair
Of being on the scrap heap
When very few people care.
You call us all heroes
Just once a year,
Dig in your pockets when
Remembrance Day draws near,
And then seem to forget
That we are still alive
And for the rest of the time
We have to fight to survive.
They have to sell the poppies
For without Charity’s help
This so called grateful nation
Has thrown veterans on the shelf.
Stillness. Darkness, in this place
Thought that starts as arcs of light,
shot through hollow parts of space
Henceforth, day shall follow night
I create a stratosphere,
which I lay atop a sea
Day and night shall rotate here,
trading for eternity
To the edge, I bind a land
Vines aburst with fruit and flower,
Orchards lined across the sand
Eden's first and finest hour
Moon and stars such light will bring!
Just as much shall fill the sun
Beauty must still touch a thing,
though it might be seen by none
From the air and water spring
creatures I have caused to grow
slick of scale and quick of wing
As above, so too, below
Fast four-legged beasts appear,
friend to foe their numbers span
Last, though slumber draws Me near,
in My image, I make man
With free will and virtue blessed,
choices tell the fate he'll earn
Go forth child, today I rest...
Choose thee well til I return
He's a cowboy in Connecticut
All Southern drawl and wide tooth grin
No matter how he tries it ain't no lie
The boy just don't fit in
He wears his Stetson hat, Alligator boots
Jingle Jangle Spurs with stylish Chaps
He dresses the part this cowboy work of art
Draws attention wherever he's at
He loves his Karaoke
Always requests a yodel song
When he's up on the stage folks don't know what to say
As he asks them all to sing along
You may wonder why he's not in Texas
He prefers it brisk and cold
Since he was born and raised among the Northern crazed
But it's the cowboy life that stole his soul
He has no cowhand to help with roundups
Local Yocals wouldn't dare be seen with him
He rides and ropes on his bike cats and dogs at night
With no horse or cattle to his name
Cause he's a cowboy in Connecticut
All Southern drawl and wide tooth grin
Where no matter how he tries it ain't no lie
The boy just don't fit in