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It’s October, the fall leaves are all fallen onto the street, where kids and adults, not afraid to be themselves run through them with delight. To hear the sound of them crunching underneath your feet is to live love fall, October is the month in which we our souls long for peace, a sense of renewal.
As we are walking we cannot help but look upwards to see the fall sky had something to catch our eyes, a clear blue canvas to bring a smile to our already joyful face, you couldn’t ask for a more beautiful sight.
As we come upon Oak Hill Park, we are greeted with the smells of warm apple cider, hot cocoa, meets our eyes, the sound of kids being carefree as they should, playing in the mounds of leaves, please take a moment to enjoy thus moment please, aren’t we all kids inside?
The moms take a breather, sipping their hot apple cider, hot cocoa, exhaling from the daily grind of parenting, so many errands, appointments to make, just letting go . A bald eagle has caught their attention soaring high above them, its wings spread out wide, to be free to soar the winds no destination, just to take in the cool crisp October air.
The Morning Walk in the leaves has brought me to this park, so I can quietly reflect on my blessings, all praise to God for He is the Creator of this earth in which we all gathered. I close my eyes in prayer, as the eagle soared away.
Things I Almost Always Daily Do
1. Wake up on time; don’t be a sleepy head.
2. Grab the food I’ll eat at work (unless it is a stay-home day)
3. Clean the litter box; make sure the cats are fed.
4. Get dressed; do chores and don’t forget to pray.
5. Drive or don’t drive (see item number 2)
6. If out, decide if after work, I’ll stop by at the gym.
7. If driving also, stop for errands that I need to do.
8. Make time for cats and hubbie; feed them and feed him.
9. Make sure what I fix for dinner also pleases me.
10. Call one of my sisters, my mother or a friend.
11. Go online; maybe write; watch my night’s TV.
12. Brush teeth and bathe, go to bed. Dream good dreams? The end.
Things I’ll Never Make a To-Do List for
1. Practice knitting; make things like a sweater.
2. Be a child again and build a fort.
3. To anyone but Mom, write a snail-mail letter.
4. Watch a show on fixing things or any kind of sport.
5. Learn to parachute or ski; to surf or para-glide.
6. Learn gardening and wait to do it gleefully in spring.
7. Eat some kind of nasty food that I can’t abide.
8. Do a lot of housework any day with zing.
9. Memorize long passages like I did in school.
10. Do a dissertation to get a high degree.
11. Go hiking up a mountain even if the weather’s cool.
12. With stupid or abhorrent things state that I agree.
My Short List
1. Quickly get all boring things (that I must do) done.
2. Relish life and all I love; have a lot of fun.
Feb. 10, 2023 for Suzanne Delaney's The Multiple Choice Poem Poetry Contest
The Warning!
I dream about dark shadowy figures
They are pulling and clawing at me
Trying to pull me down into a void
I wake in a cold sweat shaking
My heart pounding in my chest
My face wet from tears
Tears I don’t remember crying
I find it hard to breathe
I struggle to fill my lungs
I force my eyes open
Why can’t I see
I panic
In my panic I try to think
What, where, why, floods my mind
Questions I can’t answer
Finally I am awake
I think to myself what
What is the dream telling me
Where is this void
Why are dark shadows pulling at me
I am scared, scared to go back to sleep
Scared not to
Daylight finally comes
I fill my day with chores and errands
The dream forgotten
How did it get so late, I don’t like the dark
I don’t stay out past dark
I have to get home
I hurry past an ally
I don’t like allies
It’s hard to see but I see
something moving
shadows are moving in the ally
Why do they look familiar
The dream my dream
Comes flooding back
The shadows surround me
I can feel them pulling and clawing
I scream and scream and scream
But I know
No one hears me
The wind blows in the deserted streets,
and a sad song whistled lightly
filled with terror, the joy on earth retreats,
shocked by this great tragedy.
It's a dark and ugly Spring,
All the flowers forgot to bloom,
I cannot hear the robin sing,
Everything smells of stale perfume.
Death walks slowly through the hospitals
and the doomed are taking hold of her hand,
It makes me feel so powerless, so little
Please forgive us, Father, heal the land.
The children stay at home (there is no school)
not understanding why they cannot see their grandparents,
We all wear masks, and we follow the new rule
when walk outside running some errands.
Today, millions and millions of people,
raise their weeping eyes to the sky again,
looking for answers, looking for a reason,
Praying for blessings, for forgiveness's rain.
Under the masks, we hide our old-fashioned smile,
as our hugs slowly, slowly fade,
We hope that heaven and earth can reconcile,
We put our lives on the scale to trade.
Let the rainbow appear once more,
Receive our prayer and repentance
Get rid of the terrible storm, show us the shore,
Forgive us what is left of our sentence.
I can see through the leaves how a new petal is born,
Through the flowering trees, the birds sing a song,
I dream of the blessed, glorious morn',
I know, He's at the door, He's coming it won't be long!
*Beasts of burden*
Then I couldn't grapple the hand
that held onto what I hinged upon
Never 'ld, instead I reached for its head
Mortal-minded, neither soldier nor lord
or rather, faux,feeble, too torn
Long I stood, living in graced faith
Nature denied me a knife or dagger
But a soldiering destiny waited for death
at hefty times when all didnt query, yet,
these souls ran Godly errands afar
In the morning we equally laid tiredly
Thought I was gone too long to return-
nooks 'n crannies, moonlit-sanity.
Me, death with feud on a bale of hay
discreetly left on a tomb for liason
Strongly gave out , solely a sacrifice
We passed!, Feute'de'mieux, to die
looked down as far as I could, just ice
under the haystack, I failed to age.
Death entertains beyond prying eyes
*(LANCELOT)*
You're flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood, and heart of my heart,
Love, care, and respect for your very self should be your art;
Care for your father, mother, siblings, kith and kin, and friends,
Attachment to materials may not give you good ends...!
Be aware, like nature, changes in climates and weather,
Try to learn, like the birds, the preciousness of each feather;
Weathers bring, like errands, heat exhaustion, and cold fatigue,
Try to avoid, like the sages, every incoming driegh...!
Every being, you should think, is a friend and not a foe,
Small fights among beings that turn into wars, you should know;
Eat, like birds, food to preserve you holistically fit,
By the demon of gluttons, should never your impulse split...!
Be generous, like fresh lovers, in appreciation,
Change yourself! Seek, like a vulture, timely transformation!
The solemnity of each creature is great; lend an ear,
Seek good! Avoid evil! For correcting faults do not fear...!
Pure relations, like running streams, be ever in you fresh,
Betwixt growth, processes, and development, never enmesh;
Love, Truth, Right Action, Non-Violence, tolerance, and Peace,
Do you think, without industriousness, achieved at ease...?
Friends, as costly gems and jewels, are valuable, you should know,
From time to time, like a good umpire, whistle you should blow;
May love, like an anchor of a ship, be your true concept,
Of all, I have suggested to you, what, all, could you accept...???
12/28/21
"Dodging Karens"
So easily time is merely wasted
Hidden or in fine print, not always clearly stated
People often irritated
You and your bull leaves me infuriated
Stomach such a serious statement
Every day I'm severely faded
Damage being done, much deteriorated
Disappointed in myself, some of it nearly hated
Meanwhile on a yearly basis
Areas poorly or properly irrigated
Goes for all not just a pessimist
Near and far from any precipice
All this petty s***, has no effectiveness
I shouldn't have to mention it
But go ahead and second guess this quick
Does no good remaining directionless
The same could be said for negligence
While indoor or out among the elements
In a world full of good intentions and deceptiveness
Just a game or serious matter involving counter intelligence
It's of importance or no relevance
Looking at it negatively and with a dark view
Quick to argue
Reaching for firearms too
Little if any regard, their intent is to harm you
Sad that such things are true
When problems arise they give up or march through
It hit home or was sounding strange
Compared to what was there has been astounding change
While far away or within a mountain range
Areas thriving or barren
Running errands
Dodging Karens
Driving like I'm in a McLaren
Flying high as a Great Blue Heron
In and out of a greenhouse
Never give up or just continue to dream about
What you desire, while still having these doubts
I'll give you a three count
For now, I'm going to peace out
Romanticizing inside my lone mindset
Hypnotizing myself until I get upset
Abide by my side and hold me oh so close — I chose to be sincerely happy I suppose
Handsome groom and beautiful bride hold hands high together, kissing nose to nose
Hands interlock and intertwine
Soon enough, you’ll be mine
It’s divine that you and I are fine and doing better
Till the day I die and you live to hold on forever…
Hands held high together
Understand that I’m a shield for your sanity’s sake
Running errands and exploring each other
Hands held high together
Understanding each other
Forever…I do adore you
Never forget our amen adieu
Remembering the good times we spent,
Wondering to myself how things went
Sharing our lovely love together forever is a wish and prayer I have for us two
Before we do our vows and love ascending amends and our little amen adieu
Hands interlock and intertwine
Soon enough, you’ll be mine
It’s divine that you and I are fine and doing better
Till the day I die and you live to hold on forever…
Hands held high together
Understand that I’m a shield for your sanity’s sake
Running errands and exploring each other
Hands held high together
Understanding each other
Forever…I do adore you
Never forget our amen adieu
Get a hold of me…hold onto me…
Grasp me softly, yet passionately
Get along with me and you’ll see
I’m hopeful I won’t relapse lonely
Hands held high together
We are like a bird of a feather
We bid our amen adieu…I vow, won’t lie —
We are an embracing view…you and I…
Clouds kept moving over clouds, eliminating all fears and doubt, it merges with the moon and the stars and erases the deceptive shadows that stand up in the dark, it was too good to be true, for everyone was waiting for you, there wasn’t one person that didn’t feel the pain, and there wasn’t one person that didn’t feel the shame. The sky understood it all and it absorb the midnight brawl.
The sprawling land that edges close to the sea, has room enough for thee, place ten thousand chairs there in the open air and get all the news anchor and journalists to meet me there; they must come from near and far and have something new and dynamic to share. The world’s weight is upon their head, and wisdom is crawling underneath their beds, the big sofa and the little teaspoon have nothing in common, but the position of the chairs and tables are significant to what you have to share for the culture of the east is turning up the heat.
Wings in the sky come and wrap your arms around me before I die; wings in the sky come and take me on a flight with you around the galaxy to listen to the people’s stories and when the moon eclipse, you will seal it with a kiss. You take long strides in the daytime, and you run errands at midnight; that’s the way the universe is set so that heaven can do the next best.
Wings in the sky protect me from the heat and cover as I walk the street and roll out the carpet to absorb the scorching heat. Tell me what your will is, tell me what you want from me, tell me that you are sorry. Lift me up to the moon and tell them that you will be coming back soon.
Build a massive tent in the valley and gather all the people from Cornwall, Middlesex and surrey, we are going on a retreat for thee, and we are going to cover all the ends of the sea until they set you free. Wings in the sky, you must meet with me before my spirit dies, calm the powers of the sea and still the shaking trees.
Put a smile on the people’s face and give them the hope and the courage to live again, spread your wings over us and end the tumultuous fuss.
Wings in the skies upon you our destiny lies.
"Life is so unpredictable. What we expect may not happen. Life deludes us with a happy beginning but can end up bizarre" - By Poet
‘Twas the night before Christmas, a time eagerly awaited,
Had plans many in store to make the Christmas eve bright
That morning, with rising thrill, I woke up early before dawn
A gentle breeze whizzed past me, telling all would be right.
I had to set up the Christmas tree, do many errands
Sure, it would be a lovely day with blessings on my way
But sad it turned to be a doom’s day
With misfortunes in succession coming to slay
Going to the kitchen to light the gas stove,
To make a cup of morning tea
To warm up in that early hours of the day
I found the gas cylinder completely empty.
As an alternative, tried to plug on the electric stove
Ouch! I got the shock of a violent kick,
And in my effort to balance myself,
I leaned back upsetting a tumbler of milk.
The glass tumbler broke into several pieces
And the milk got strewn on me and all over
Messing up my dress, the floor and the kitchen rug
Making me lose all my composure.
I picked up the umpteen shards of glass
A job I did with utmost care
Again it took an hour, cleaning up the floor
And also washing the rug, a messy affair!
I thought of taking a quick shower
And in a hurry was moving barefoot
When suddenly I winced in pain
As a piece of glass got struck underfoot
I heard the door bell ring n’ ring
Limping, I moved to open the door
Back from his usual morning walk
Was my husband all shabby, his face with a deep scar
A cyclist had knocked him down and he fell sideways,
Into a muddy puddle injuring his legs and face,
And by the time he got onto his feet
That miscreant had vacated the space.
Nothing I could instantly think,
Other than leaning on his soiled chest
With a suppressed sob and a moan,
My body still sticky with milk by morning’s accursed test.
Sad, when the time came, there was no Christmas tree
Nor was there a gala dinner with roasted turkey,
As both of us had to limp with bruised legs and scarred face.
Never expected Christmas eve would turn so murky!