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Star light why so bright?
you're not a star but a satellite
You hover around like a drone,
but not a drone who is owned
I stare up into the dark night,
my focus has shifted
somethings not right,
fuzzy haze in the twilight
A hood covers its glowing eyes
It hovers in invisible disguise
Concentrate not on the orb
surrounding it lights absorbed
Once it's seen you can't unsee
you wish it were just a dream
Transparent is its shape and form
Is it alive or never born?
Like a wraith one of the undead
watching you from overhead
Will, it benefit mankind on its way,
or unveil itself on Judgment day?
I was a member of your cadre
I was one of the coven
I sailed with you in the seaspray
I rode in deserts hotter than an oven
I blazed with power brighter than a fire
I delved into the well
I soared on the winds and higher
I fought monsters no mortal could fell
I felt the pain as deeply
I heard the clanging of the bells
The journey did not come cheaply
I wept when you fell
Your world will live inside me
As I have lived in it
You will live and guide me
For I will not forget
Your story is not done
But I’ve turned the final page
I know that you have won
You’ll live forever and an age
They might not understand
All you meant to me
This book is not my land
It’s just another fantasy
I came to see you at the remodeled hospital
there were bright tiles, statuary Marys, and assorted saints
"full code" was on the door.
We talked about your eventual escape and some summer plans
Now ,I am informed by curt text that there is a DNR with "comfort care,"
and no further attempts at treatment.
Too much oxygen for home or nursing home, a quick move to hospice across the road.
I kind of knew when the nurse's eyes slid over you and
the live plant I brought in the optimism of the early part of the week
was jammed in a light-less corner- I set it back on your tray.
You showed me that the nurses no longer came running when you took off your mask- the machine readout was dimmed and the alarms no longer blared.
You want to be sure that I plant hazelnuts,
and build a bomb or storm shelter, you know someone with a backhoe...
"Jesus lives on the 4th plane, you know", you tossed out to engage me
"...but there are other planes..." a gasp and the mask back on.
Your sister quickly interjects that I need to find "someone" to talk to you about this, someone who is interested.
I will talk to you about Jesus, and argue for his placement in the 6th plane
to see those blue eyes twinkle over the mask.
I will plant hazelnuts, I affirm, and look into the backhoe.
I see you, and I will see you around, my friend.
For Mike M.
All my life, I have been chasing a rainbow,
for that treasure just beyond the next meadow.
But along the journey, I have found happiness,
from family and friends, oh sweet the tenderness.
And in that pot at the end, I do not need gold,
all I need is tranquility, peace and memories to hold.
Gold and money cannot buy me a life happy,
it is things I do each day that will bring me eternity.
Oh sure, there will be days of tears and days of rain,
twists, turns and mountains to climb again and again.
But at the end, in my final breath, I will say,
I found my rainbow each and every single day.
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January 16, 2016
Poetry/Couplet/At The End Of My Rainbow
Copyright Protected, ID 16-743-315-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, What Is At The End Of Your Rainbow
Sponsor, Eve Roper
Second Place
When I woke up this morning I was a little under the weather yea the sun he was on top of me burning holes into my sweater and it seems a bit unfair you got the nerve to shine like that
It's the end of the world, he's putting scratches down my back and I used to think that I always think to much but you were always a fever dream I'm to scared to touch
I'll just be here waiting for that facade of yours to crack
I can help pick up the pieces yea we'll hold each other together
I'll be the wind in your sails who always knew you better
We'll float off into that horizon boy where your light colors my clouds
Sailing on a stormy sea
With the acceptance
That I’m not in control,
No idea where this is going to end
A free spirited roam
Over waves
Slipping and sliding,
Struggling to stay adrift
Gulping salty water
As soon as I enter
The fear of drowning
Being my only thought
Visions of my life gone by
Is replaying itself in my mind
The feeling of not being ready
Not being able
To let go is overwhelming
I still need to find my niche
I still need to tell people
I love them
I still need to stand
On top of that mountain
Look down and say: ‘I’ve made it”
Gasping for air
Frantically waving my arms
Hoping and praying
Someone will see me
My last thought as I drift
Further and
Further…
As we grew older Smokey and I,
Our lives would change a bit.
As a teen, there was school and friends,
In the kitchen he'd quietly sit.
All alone he'd wait for me,
To finally end my day,
And come and spend some time with him,
And maybe gently play,
A little game of dangle the string,
Or scratch behind his ears.
I didn't know, how could I know,
He neared the end of his years.
At night I did my homework,
At kitchen table with him.
He lay across my books and watched,
And rubbed my head with his chin.
Then whe I was just eighteen,
I came home from a swimming date.
He staggerd 'cross the yard to me.
I almost was too late.
He laid him down right at my feet.
I took him in my arms.
He closed his eyes and then was gone,
And with him all the charms,
That he displayed throughout his years,
My buddy, playmate, friend.
He remained so all his life,
Faithful to the end.
There will just never be another Smokey.
April came and the rains did fall,
May and June came with flowers for all.
Summer brought the heat of season,
and people sat in the living room air-condition.
Fall brought colors bright and bold,
Halloween haunted spirits nights cold.
And as the last leaf fell off the now naked tree,
Winter came and slapped a freezing spree.
In the lively hood of the dancing spring,
bustling actives merriness brings.
“Beyond the silence of summers end,”
the roll of the school bus wheels begin.
The school bus wheels rolling is great for me,
being a monitor provides my paycheck you see.
So “beyond the silence of summers end,”
the ride onto educational pursuit grins.
** Nigh Another Birthday **
I’ve passed so many birthdays,
That a few dozen of those special days
Fall away in a gray haze,
With too many forgotten by everyone (then or lately),
And were spent like most of my other days,
Which I don’t really mind — without presents, singing,
Cards, and other kinds of celebratory cliches.
It’s really a destined plan
God made before my birth, that He has completely in hand.
Beyond these many decades of years after many passed,
I now greet each birthday with profound gratitude,
Because when illness first hit me at age eight,
This length of my time living NO one had forecast.
Still, now I never want to be
Too old to ask for a kiss, or for a story
Filled with twists and adventure, told to me
At bedtime, as I fall off to dream,
While hearing your voice, my darling,
Which I love so dearly.
I never want to age so much
To be too old for a starlight’s wish;
Or to outgrow the truths of Christmas.
Always may I stay in awe of God’s mysteries
And omnipotent, miraculous ways; and to see
The marvel in every sunrise, every sunset I breathe.
Lord God, may I never be too old for poetry!
To find all its words and lines within me leap
Over many pages, along with the verses of others I read;
Or to hear the sung lyrics of great arias,
And know the well-recited stage soliloquies.
The notes of support and love I receive,
Like treasure, I will also keep.
I never want to age beyond the end
Of Hope; or my meaning’s journeying; or delighting
In Nature as a friend;
Or enjoying, like a child, long hours of play and pretend.
May I never age too old to allow
My heart its freedom…To feel. To grow. To enfold
All, dear Lord, your graced splendors
In this on-going here and now.
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*** The coming of Christmas makes me think of my birthday, which comes ten days after Christmas on January 4th. Thus, this poem
had its provoked thought into being.
(c) sally young eslinger 12/18/2022
Glory to God — and Merry Christmas. God bless us, every one!
Black swallowtail butterfly
Shared the garden with Ruby
That beauty was just whirring by
Dancing inbetween was the white
Cabbage butterfly wanting to be seen
Drawing all the nectar to be found
In the plants that still abound
With blooms and scent
Giving their conscent
To feed on their substinance
Red breasted nuthatcher swooped
On the scene, enjoying water
That was his dream, just the right
Temp to drink and splash
Dancing in the tree and dash
Beautiful ending to the gift
Of a lovely day that has lifted
To heights of thy divine grace
In places that only God can take
Into that divine space