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I marvel at her elegance
elegance born of an understanding
an esthetic awareness, the knowing of who she is
She embraces both the beauty and limitations of her form
Wearing what pleases her
no longer putting pretty things away for some future occasion
Her clothing creates movement
for she does not wish to stay still
I see her eyes sparkle with the eagerness of yesterday's child
the exuberance of her endless possibilities
Still a subtle sadness resides
a warning of sorts
an "approach with caution"
"come to me, but keep your distance"
perhaps she feels safer that way
Maybe this is part of her aesthetic
for music cannot exist without tension
notes are born of apposing forces
So I will ask my questions
attempt to understand
I will hear what she wishes to tell
and I will try to comprehend
Most importantly I will appreciate her elegance
the freedom she finds within her laughter
Her inquisitiveness as she peers over her glasses
for she is both a teacher and a student
life for her remains and adventure
and she chooses to live it
one note at a time
until she has written her symphony
until she has painted all of her colors
until she realizes that pain serves a purpose
Without it we never truly become
we never truly know
who we really are
Another summers day
They all came out to play
Skirt a swaying
Bodies glistening
Fertile fields of exuberance
And with every chirpy call
And a shriek shrill
Came a muffled reply
And I say it's Summers day
How did it get so hazy
How did it get so high
I smelt it in the air
I saw it in the mist
Leisurely strolls and lovers trysts
The birds charming the trees
The nectar inviting the bees
As I recline in padded pastures
Feeling the beats of earths drum
In timely rhythms of an accompanying heat
Listening to salient echoes of pattering feet
The fragrant air do I greet
And as the sun smile does recede
An encore from its pursuing friend
Rises a cosmic of the east
Enticing a good nights sleep
First a half smile ,then a glint
But in dutiful pursuit it rises
Then atop in glory, its beauty shun
Nocturne among shadowy masks
To traverse in pursuit of a lost cause
A sojourn in timeless tasks
Homage to mother natures call
A humble servant , you may say
But a hero I may recall
O'er the undulating prairie where grows soy beans and corn,
Generations of premier basketball players have been born.
The Hoosier State of Indiana, where budding talent is so replete,
Where small towns can conquer titans, shocking them in defeat!
Long before lads and lassies leave the cradle to crawl upon the floor,
Dads have hung a backboard and hoop above every garage door.
Seldom is seen a Hoosier home without this indigenous adornment!
The flame begins early in Indiana, stirring souls with excitement!
Ah! The exuberance builds as high schools begin a brand-new season.
Not to support the hometown team is almost akin to treason!
Creative cheerleaders perfect frenzied gyrations honing their skills.
The marching bands look sharp having perfected intricate drills!
Moms, Dads and coaches take pride in their young men and women,
As they mentor, teach and train them to develop their acumen.
Young warriors opposing each other upon friendly fields of strife,
Strengthen character to meet the challenges facing them in life!
A Canadian invented the game using peach baskets and a soccer ball.
You daren't mention that to a Hoosier fan - you're apt to start a brawl!
But Hoosiers don't bother themselves about that, caring not a whit.
Basketball is an inbred thing in Indiana, everyone is happy to admit!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Written at the request of the Indiana Basketball Hall of Fame, New Castle, Indiana,
for publication in their Winter 2004 publication, "Indiana Basketball History Magazine"
Boosted immunity is an aim for us all
Like most, I have a rattling compartment
Where selection of supplements offer
Ongoing trip, ship of health embarked
My eight year old angel of exuberance
Sidles beside me for her citrus share
When she hears vitamin bottles tinkling
Chasing crisp vitamin C's sparkling flair
Sherbert fizz raphsody rests on her palm
Envelope of appreciation wraps me neatly
" There's lots of of Vitamin L for you," impromptu joke
" Vitamin Love" instant grin returns sweetly
10th August 2020
Submitted in: Any Form, Any Theme 20
Sponsor: Brian Strand
From the bay of blue hills at the edge of the placid plateau,
embraced by the crimson cloud making twilight filigree,
flows with fervent ebullience the sparkling stream,
cascading in emerald forest with murmur of timeless tune.
It meanders in the serrated swathe of the furnished ferns,
sprinkles with euphoric exuberance the splattering pearls,
that soar high serenading water song in the drizzle of silence,
wafting in the resonant whisper of the rippling air.
Flying with the crystal clear water of the fluorescent flow,
the returning robins chirp the springtime song.
As in the boughs of trees the nascent jade leaves rustle,
beguiled butterflies flitter around the blushing buds.
The rain-rinsed satin sky shines on the valley of flower
with the tinged touch of cosmic charm of the rainbow far.
As my mesmerized mind suffuses with the celestial charisma,
I perceive in the cradle of nature the niche of divine delight.
When the drape of dense night wraps the scarlet sky of dusk,
moonbeam magic turns the obsidian canopy into argentine orb,
adorned by the jeweled crown of stars sprouting one by one.
I am charmed in a transcendent trance by the splendor of nature.
Far away, out in the evergreens, comes a tumultuous sound of nature
So distant yet so near, magnetic arms of serenity just waiting to allure
High, rugged mountains, a perennial playground for big goats and big cats
The desolate valley to the foot, a vestige of meekness and a suspended moment of wildlife acts
The constant flux of a raging river, as the water thrashes against the rocks to and fro
A lake that echoes the sweet sound of tranquility and stability, a place where the ducks can go
Tall pines and almonds wavering here and there as mother-nature exhales from her breast a wind of exuberance
Sun flowers and daffodils basking in the light of the sun, a picturesque moment for romance
When the parents are gone,
the kids survive by heeding advice and carry on
their wishes by honoring their true intent;
flowers sprout and then bloom,
never living their fragile, little ones to a fateful gloom...
as sunshine nurtures them!
Glimpses may not give us a full image,
but they can reveal their glossary of life and death,
and it depends on us how to put it
into a consequent sentence and give meaning to it;
our parents raised us up to a certain standard,
hoping we'd pick up the slack where they left off!
And will we be elated by parental pride,
by doing all things that are beautiful and honorable...
great things that endow us with exuberance and fortitude,
to conquer every boundary and win every battle?
History can take us there, showing us the ones who fearlessly dared:
Moses who bashed rebellion and Jesus who lashed the whip!
Many will stumbled on life's deception,
others will cautiously follow its trail to wisdom,
to find themselves acclaimed by glory
and flourishing in their endeavors: they will find immortality;
and if anyone was deceived by the notion...
that nothing outlasts us, they are completely wrong!
There's no greater joy than remembering
how our parents leaded a religious life without a spot,
believing that obedience was a reward for longevity; and was
God ever put out of their thoughts...not fortifying
their spirits and making them stand on a solid rock?
Foolish persons shouldn't be pitied for their self-inflicted wounds!
The kids can survive by heeding advice, unfraidly facing their challenges,
alleviating their fears with the words that they received from the elders:
walking on a straight path, avoiding danger and harm, to live a golden youth
and a longer life...when most youngsters lose these to drugs and lust;
and with no gray hair on their heads and no stories to tell their granchildren,
who are the victorious ones that should declare thier well-merited crown?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
The revolving wheel of the ceaseless time
rotates the contrived kaleidoscope of life,
the riveting patterns change persistently
in the mélange of motif within the mind.
The chameleon colors transform transiently
the visage of mind’s topographic tapestry
into ashen canvas of burnt barrenness,
or into painted exuberance of emerald valley.
The diffused dreams on the desolate drift,
cascade away along the stream of sight,
meandering on the mesmeric drapery,
weaved with the strands of ebullience.
The vision replicates the wings of butterfly,
flittering on the ripples of the rapturous air,
and before it flies away beyond the horizon,
forms for me the facsimile of fulfillment.
On my lonesome travel on the tortuous path
across the green wasteland in reviving rains,
or along the golden garden trail in autumn,
I am suffused with the splendor of colors,
As the shutter of my sanguine mind opens,
the flourishing film of receptive sensuality
captures the sublime snapshots of beauty
for the collage of life called kaleidoscope.
January 5 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 13-15
Key Verse – Genesis 13:4 Unto the place of the altar, which he had make there at the first: and there Abram called on the name of the LORD.
FAITH IN GOD WHO CAUSES US TO CALL ON HIS NAME
God causes us to call on His name by faith every morning
Enriching us with His grace from the very beginning
Enabling us to bear His name in our character refining
Entreating us to abide in His territory of holy reigning.
God causes us to call on His name by faith in our daily journey
Encouraging us with His exceeding mercy midst troubles so many
Enveloping us around His uplifting warmth when it’s cold and rainy
Energizing us to walk toward His altar over any need, big or tiny.
God causes us to call on His name by faith as we pass through vale of persecution
Enclasping us in His care against rebellion’s temptation
Encamping us upon mount of victory that smites sin-oppression
Enchaining us by His truth that joins us to His wisdom’s function.
God causes us to call on His name by faith to fight slothfulness
Encircling us with His goods and victuals of faithfulness
Enclosing us in His diligence to escape unproductiveness
Encroaching beyond our negligence so we can pursue after labor-earnestness.
God causes us to call on His name by faith to conquer difficulty
Enculturing us with practices in His kingdom’s royalty
Encompassing us around His deliverance-authority
Enclaving us inside His most High’s protective serenity.
God causes us to call on His name by faith as we submit to His Word
Enchanting us against worldliness by His righteousness-cord
Encasing us in His inheritance only He can fully afford
Encaging us inside His love’s sweetness against hatred’s sword.
God causes us to call on His name by faith along our surety’s assurance
Endeavouring to establish us while we serve Him with divine endurance
Engaging us in His ministry with revival’s insurance
Enkindling us to enjoy His covenant’s provisions with exuberance. Amen!
January 5, 2025
Crimson red braces a snowy dreamscape
Huddled in dense twigs, dons a showy cape
Plumage a bold rich scarlet, an exuberance
Nay can’t hide its immaculate beauty’s trance
Christians believe you symbolize the blood of Christ
Christmas bird who’s remained in zeitgeist
Colonists saw your red feathers as red robes
worn by Catholic Cardinals and a hat upon lobes
Together always like your flock, hence your name
O nightingale your loved by all—a pillar of fame
Arctic winds strong, cold unlike south’s gentle breeze
But seek shelter friend in branches of conifer trees
Like the wind rose traced to maritime maps
God’s gift of navigation finds you maple saps
I look to my compass and note the design
Resembling petals of a rose that align
This Fleur de lys indicates winds direction
The east rim of the rose shows a cross, an indication
The direction in which Jesus Christ was born
The wind rose symbolized and was never shorn