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Author’s Introduction - A word about Minot’s Ledge Lighthouse:
The Minot’s Ledge lighthouse, built 1850, lying off the southeastern chop of
Boston Bay, was the first lighthouse built in the U. S. that was not protected by
exposure to the fury of ocean storms. It was, then unfinished, in the shape of an
egg-shell painted red and supported by iron pillars. The first keeper, Isaac
Dunham, quit after 10 months citing how unsafe the structure was (swaying 2
feet in each direction in a storm). His fears were well founded, for in April 1851, a
colossal storm struck the New England coast. The lighthouse was toppled and
swept away, and the two attendants, Joseph Antoine and Joseph Wilson, were
killed.
The following day only a few bent pilings were found on the rock. This tragedy set
the standard for the construction of more solid structures using granite blocks for
greater support and a new light was built by June, 1860.
To this day, legend has it, that in dark and stormy weather, sailors hear a voice
coming from Minot’s Light crying in Portuguese (the nationality of one of the
deceased keepers – Joseph Antoine) – “Stay away!”
The Ill-Fated Lighthouse
The towering light that threw
Its friendly beams afar
Over the foaming waves,
The sailor’s guiding star,
Is quench’d – and darkness glooms
Where late it bless’d his sight,
As homeward bound he came
In the dark hour of night.
The thundering surges swept
Over the rocky bed,
From which the lighthouse rear’d
Aloft its flaming head.
And lo! They bore away
In that mad fearful hour,
The work that man had made –
The tempest’s rightful dower
And yet a richer freight
The heaving billows bore,
Than wreck of perished Light!
For tossing to the shore
The drench’d and lifeless forms
Of youthful dead there were,
Two brave and manly hearts
That sadly perish’d there!
Farewell ye faithful ones!
Your memory shall live,
While feeling hearts remain,
Pity’s sweet drops to give,
Or any to recount
The terrors of that night,
When the drear sea engulf’d
The hapless beacon light.
And you, ye rushing waves!
Sweep – foaming, sweep along,
And ever as ye go,
Lift high your noisy song;
For thou, remorseless sea!
Maketh all things thine own!
Then send aloft your tune,
And madly thunder on.
Looking at the mirror
with good day’s pleasure
I see slothfulness’ glamor
taunting with delight’s leisure
Yet ready to attack sense of honor
defying time-worth’s treasure
So defiant; not a generous donor
offering gift that costs much pressure!
I challenge you, my body’s indolent suitor
upon your procrastination’s grandeur
I’m aware of your wastefulness’ color
since programmed schedule you want to injure
I fight you for putting me in meaninglessness’ rigor
against unjustified torture
Dampening my work-ardor
by your entertainment-indulgence culture!
Face now my spiritual fervor
straightening your laziness-posture
I vanquish your terror
that’s underestimating my devotion-measure
See how I combat fruitlessness’ horror
striving for a productive future
While trusting God with His grace-anchor,
I press on by His might so sure!
Don’t shake me with doubts’ tremor;
I confront you upon truth’s nurture
You'll be overtaken by my Conqueror
… just prepare for a painful capture
Never dare me; you’re a deceitful actor
trapped inside reality’s exposure
I’m driven by the Victor
Who has mastered very well human nature!
Along my stewardship’s armor,
I smite you with discipline-censure
Having the Lord’s good favor...
I dominate over your lethargic displeasure
Upheld by His strong succor,
I subdue your destructive gesture
Trained by my champion Mentor...
I arise toward faith-performance venture!
Thus, by diligence-motor, ...
you, spirit of the sluggard, I adjure
Yield to the task-commander’s tenor
…follow work-ethics’ procedure
Escape from vanity’s galore
…be prodded to toil and endure
Girded by hardships’ candor
…stand up with zealousness-feature!
Opponent of losing savor,
Surrender your worthless seizure for healthy cure
Accept that you’re beaten by genuine labor
midst your impatience-tenure
I thank my Savior for righteous valor
making me win on persistence juncture
Guided constantly by the Director,
I persist in His triumphant service-business* pasture!
Personification with rhyme form
*Romans 12:11 Not slothful in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord.
April 7, 2019
Edited on May 13, 2020
5th place, "Shutter Speed" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann; judged on 5/18/2020.
Exposure
All the pretence of innocence
The rules that one invents
Laws that must be seen to be
Beyond the reach of devilry
Those in power can circumvent
As they like, with full intent
Legal eagles can but try
To keep your vision from the lie
All in all I wonder when
We'll truly have our freedom again
Twisted knots of red tape can
Imprison every once free man
Number six once held the key
The prisoner seen in the sixties
Enigmatic though he may have been
His story soon exposed the dream
Freedom is so rare indeed
I ponder if we can succeed
The papers headlines cry out loud
As if they could be truly proud
But nearly all are but a scam
Or spin made by some witty man
Lies they tell us day by day
No wonder many kneel and pray
And though they tell us vote for me
The end result will plainly be
Within their rules so we can play
At democracy but still lose the day
For freedom, truth and all that's fair
Are lost to men who really care
The sails are rigged to the systems needs
And we'll all be subject to their deeds
Evidence of this I have found
Is very common all around
In daily life the taxmans strength
Is way beyond the rules he bent
A quota for all spheres within
The scope of all the suits who sin
Against the public, the underlings
Those like us that like to sing
No matter what we say or do
They find some plot to take from you
An extra tax, a fine or worse
Small wonder many learn to curse
Those that stand before the judge
And spoil the truth to earn a grudge
A grudge that if you can't escape
Will trap you in the coils of hate
In blue and white they stand and say
This is what they saw that day
If justice can't be had for all
Then democracy is bound to fall
For only when we can truly see
The end to all kinds of tyranny
Will Castros and Mugabes flee
Instead of grinding you and me
When Idi fled Ugangden lands
His shelter was in desert lands
Where oil wealth grants the right to rule
To very few, that were sent to school
Within our own society
Supposedly land of the free
But once back home they have the right
To strike your hands off if they like
Suffice to say we still can write
But perchance we may awake one night
To find the rules have been changed again
Our only freedom's within our brain
©Rhumour
April 9th 2008
The hurt builds inside, with no way to get free from within.
It’s havoc safely locked away, unable to wreak the divine chaos it so desires To spread like poison amongst cravings of unbridled fury.
To inflict on the soul that ignited this bitterness still left unspoken,
Screaming on the inside, paint on my smile, and look happy for the camera.
Why is it my heart cannot abide the counsel of my mind?
I would not have this anger and thirst for destruction dwelling on my mind.
The shattered glass has fallen in shards by my feet,
The leftover pieces of an emotion that doesn't fascinate me like it did before.
Always dancing out of my grasp, tempting me to seize what I cannot.
The illusions of my mind, the ones where I was loved, and I was happy,
Begin to disintegrate around me, flour and water mix, then become a paste.
One small, with its fiction and fantasies, it weaves a giant web of deceit.
I tried so hard to make them see that love has a cruel cycle it follows,
Demanding devotion, with it's array of charms and sober unrealities.
Impacts are worse on the naïve; truth becomes a chaos loosed in their souls.
The fright, shock leaves me standing alone not knowing where or who I am.
Bewildered, I wonder why I took this chance at potential annihilation,
The fabrication of my life filled with the wreckage of my self-destruction,
My downfall closing in quickly, I can taste defeat, like bile in my mouth
The flavor burns as it fills my mouth, I spit, foul though it may be,
I have unwillingly endured exposure to harsh realities, I can take no more.
Seclusion begins to soften my still raw emotions so I examine them up close.
Barriers stand on end, like a firewall, made of unyielding rocks and stones.
This time it will take more than charm and whit to break them down.
No big bad wolf to blow down my walls, strong in their assembly,
My refuge is sturdy, well built and formidable, and that is the way I need it.
Once again, I have restored my sanity, if only for the moment, and for now,
I will watch the daily lives of those around me, unable to participate, again.
One day I will rejoin the world, but for now I will stay behind my walls,
I will watch from afar and dream of the time I was on the outside,
Even if only for a moment in time, I was there and I tasted the air out there.
A Franky and Spud Encounter
The coach, old and rusty, pulled up at the gate
The horses, portending the schoolchildren’s fate
Franky looked over and thought it was great
While Spud bore a look that said he was irate
But school children grow at a different rate
So different size horses stood calm and sedate
Spud’s not the quickest but must get the biggest
The chestnut he fancied was the tallest and thickest
If he could be first to that rust coloured horse
Then he’d lead the way on the pony trek course
He wasn’t a writer, he wasn’t a reader
But he would show everyone he was a leader
The coach door was open but he was far from it
So Spud shouted watch out, I’m going to vomit
The kids stood aside and that made a clear path
So Spud got off first with a victory laugh
Franky called out were supposed to be taught
Horse riding ain’t easy as you might have thought
But Spud found some steps and he mounted his steed
And screamed when his stallion set off at speed
Spud did his best to regain his composure
With tears in his eyes from wind speed exposure
But Franky yelled ‘Rusty Joy’ easy boy, Whoa!
He’d been here before, which Spud didn’t know
And Rusty Joy slowed and returned at a trot
And Spud acted nonchalant... which he was not
So as the kids stood by the horse they had got
Spud hammed it up... are we going or what
So gripping the reins in fear of his life
If I’m overtaken there’s gonna be strife
Franky called out, you should stay with the pack
Spud yelled, I’m the leader, you’d better stay back
To drive his point home, he dug in with his feet
And Rusty Joy went like a demon on heat
Spud just squealed whoa boy with futile insistence
But soon he was only a spec in the distance
Then Rusty Joy saw some lush grass, good for dining
Which proves every cloud comes with a silver lining
As, rapidly, Rusty Joy came to a stop
Spud landed face down in some festering plop
The kids soon caught up and Franky said Yuk
You’re gonna be rich ’cause there’s brass where there’s muck
You never said you were a horseman: that’s humble
What a good overhead, face first, tumble!
Spud sat himself up against Rusty Joy’s legs
I’m not gonna rest until each of you begs
If you don’t plead good, you’re gonna be dead
Then Rusty Joy’s bowels emptied over his head
Looking at the mirror with good day’s pleasure
I see slothfulness’ glamour gripping me with delight’s leisure
Yet ready to attack my sense of honor for me to defy time-worth’s treasure
So defiant; not a generous donor offering me gift that costs much pressure!
Now, I challenge you, my indolent suitor, upon your procrastination’s grandeur
I’m aware of your wastefulness’ color since my schedule you want to injure
I fight you for putting me in meaninglessness’ rigor against unjustified torture
Dampening my work-ardor by your entertainment-indulgence culture!
Face now my determination fervor straightening your laziness-posture
I vanquish your terror that’s underestimating my devotion-measure
See how I combat fruitlessness’ horror in striving for a productive future
While trusting God with His grace-anchor, I press on by His might so sure!
Don’t shake me with doubts’ tremor; I confront you upon truth’s nurture
You'll be overtaken by my Conqueror… just prepare for a painful capture
Never dare me; you’re a deceitful actor trapped inside reality’s exposure
I’m controlled by the Victor Who has mastered very well human nature!
Along my stewardship’s armor, I smite you with discipline-censure
Having the Lord’s good favor... I win against your lethargic displeasure
Upheld by His strong succor, I subdue your destructive gesture
Trained by my champion Mentor... I arise toward faith-performance venture!
Thus, by diligence-motor, ...you, spirit of the sluggard*, I adjure
Yield to the task-commander’s tenor …follow work-ethics’ procedure
Escape from vanity’s galore …be prodded to toil and endure
Girded by hardships’ candor …stand up with zealousness-feature!
Opponent of losing savor, Surrender your worthless seizure for healthy cure
Accept that you’re beaten by genuine labor midst your impatience-tenure
I thank my Savior for righteous valor making me win on persistence juncture
Guided constantly by the Director, I persist in His triumphant service-pasture!
*Proverbs 13:4 The soul of the sluggard desireth, and hath nothing: but the soul of the diligent shall be made fat.
June 11, 2018
Edited on December 18, 2018
1st place, "Bunny Jump Honey Lump Funny Chump" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 12/31/2018.
Mr Green moved into a fertile neighbourhood, the soil felt pleasant underneath his feet, and the landscape looked good but right above him, he saw Men with broad shoulders, throwing shades over him, like trees...
Within a while, the atmosphere turned cold because the friendly temperature had diminished,
therefore eye contacts became blurry, for water froze to ice, below zero degrees...
As winter approached, social activities reproached, even students were forced to stay back home, regardless the payment
of their tuition fees,
Green loved the chill of summer, but now in the absence of the Sun, he began shedding tears in relieve indoors, as he craved for love as warm as a cuddle, while praying relentlessly without seizing, for a new season, most nights on his knees,
afterwards he contemplated to leave that branch of the city back to his grass roots, considering that, his new house felt even colder because the roof was made up of a thatch of leaves, detached together by his pompous, shady neighbours, who wouldn't agree to disagree,
He was young, strong and full of life, not scared of change for he was quite adventurous, lived in several places, among diverse races, to the point that he had lost count of faces, most of whom he might never see,
Somewhere along the way, in pursuit of destiny, his emotions drowned in a certain storm that occurred on a wave length across seven seas, while he was travelling to acquire knowledge in exposure, over sees,
so he decided to move on in one peace, not out of fear but due to the fact that, his brilliance always broke the hearts of his dark surroundings into tiny, envious pieces and more also, if a fight sprouts out in the woods, who would be the referee?,
Finally, he sacrificed his pride by casting down his crown, then gave away his time into memory lane,
without requesting for a dime from his brief experience while leaving among strangers who encompassed him like bees,
hence he braced himself up knowing that, being different was not a crime, then booked a flight scheduled to depart at noon by three,
Thereafter folded his Green sleeves,
put some ripe fruits and a jar of fresh milk, into his travelling bag and ventured into nature, in order to set his productive mind free.
Hail "Ha," Well Met!
“Ha’s” a friend who I cherished and felt cherished by
More than sister or brother, our parents were sky
Overhead, sun, moon, stars that still glow in their pride
That two mates (born of stardust) took life so in stride,
That we looked more at value, did not ascribe blame
In a world where few others I’ve met, act the same!
A new world (war took homeland): we met as we trained
To develop a life skill that suits more right-brained,
More emotive, creators, that others seek out,
When their hair curls a strange way, or color’s in doubt.
Yes, we surfed waves for fun, and life’s splits cut away,
Friends who loved to make straight twists and turns in our day.
She would ring me, “Hey, Evil!” if I did not call.
But then cancer stepped in, her green faded with Fall.
Moms brought closer by loss, we both lost sons too soon,
Sparks extinguished in Springtime, months well short of June.
Though each life gained is gifting, it fills with mistakes,
May no God doubt the courage all human life takes!
Brian Johnston
18th of May in 2020
Poet’s Notes:
I wrote this poem for my love, Kimmy Mai, to memorialize her friend Ha Pham who died of cancer on the 15th of May 2020. Ha and Kimmy were both children during and refugees of the Vietnam War.
It is a challenge to write a poem as a ghostwriter in the voice of another living being. I did not know Ha at all really though I did meet her at least once many years ago. Some may recall the memorial poem I wrote when Kimmy’s boss at Santa Clara Hair Salon died (that is now a part of “Beary Tales”) called “Only A Star.” It was that sweet simple poem that gave me the idea of giving “discovered poetry” by Bear Johnston a full page of exposure with each Beary Tale adventure! Bear’s poetry gives me a chance to offer his unique, more “mature” perspective with each vignette.
Kimmy asked me to write a simple poem like “Only A Star” for her friend. The first stanza was the seed that helped me to tease out more details of what helped to make Ha so important to Kimmy. Ha’s “Hey, Evil!” greeting and their shared loss (both had sons who committed suicide that the poem only hints at), help make the poem noteworthy. May I say though, I also love the poem’s concluding lines.
Radio free State of Deseret 3 July 2118, 6 PM Salt Lake Time
International news first.
27 Zionist terrorists leaders were beheaded in the Caliphat of Palestine yesterday after their failed attempt to establish a third state of Israel in Jerusalem during Rhamadan.
One of the last two remaining members of the European Union, France, decided to secede after the other remaining member, Germany, forcibly annexed neighboring Austria after a surprise attack last night. Experts think the attack on Austria was to gain thousands of hectares of undepleted uncontaminated topsoil, and to find a place to deport all the refugees Germany has taken in from the Kurdistan-Turkey-Syria conflict.
After six months of street fighting, Anglo-Canadian forces finally captured the last of the Quebec Libre forces in Montreal. Surviving members of the Libre forces offered only token resistance, as most were near starvation from the blockades.
Several promising oil fields have been identified in the Amazon River Valley of Brazil. Indigent natives had already left the area after the last of the rain forests had been plowed-under to grow sugar crops to make ethanol for fuel.
Venezuela and the Latino Free State of Texas are competing for contracts to drill.
Regional news.
Tomorrow marks what would have been the 342nd anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence of the former United States of America. It also marks the 42nd anniversary of the simultaneous nuclear attack by North Korea and Iran on 7 major coastal cities of the USA during America's tricentennial celebrations, which precipitated the schisms in North America today.
The Deseret Volunteer Guard and Air Force successfully defended the kingdom against a new wave of attacks by gangs, pirates, and sexual deviants that tried to infiltrate via Las Vegas into what used to be Zion National Park.
The Prophet's Safety Council wants to remind all faithful member-citizens to avoid exposure to direct sunlight, to always carry your portable water decontamination kits and air filter masks with you, and to compost all plant materials and use your compost in your sheltered Victory Greenhouses.
Keep the Faith. Radio free State of Deseret signing off.
In One Hundred Years poetry contest
3 June 2018.
Virtue and innocence,
Stolen when parents put
a child’s emotions on a fence.
A teacher by day,
A babysitter when my friend who is a widower
needs to get away,
Goodness and purity,
My niece loves security,
An angel to the lost,
Devotion is shown without a cost,
They may not be my offspring,
However, I love them with my everything,
They may not be my juveniles,
But I guide them through all life’s trials,
Children are a gift from God,
The ones in my life have had it hard,
I treat each one with tender care,
Let them know I will always be there,
Lessons need to be learned,
Even children’s relationships get burned,
Guidance needs to be bestowed,
A bond where they don’t feel alone on their road,
Impartation and constant evaluations,
Instruction and exposure,
The children in my life needed a sense of closure,
So many are abused,
Their parents seem to have misused,
I am a mommy to many,
Making sure that they have plenty,
There curiosity and desires,
Help me feel inspired,
Breathing new hope and life within,
Showing them life can be better
then how it did begin,
Making music out of a mess,
Helping to put pieces back together so they can rest,
Restoring broken dreams,
Watching them glisten and glean,
Speaking life into the areas that were dead,
Healing hearts and heads,
Letting gardens arise,
Where weeds paralyzed,
My children teach me every single day,
To appreciate my life,
Even when I feel dismayed,
For someone has it worse,
This is not some silly verse,
love can heal broken wings,
embrace a child,
watch the song they will sing.
By: sabina Nicole