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The first time I see a newborn…I am always a bit surprised at the wonder I experience when I look into their eyes.
I see a future that looks rosy…one that, no doubt, for the parents will come too fast…but as I glimpse into their future from my present…in their eyes I also see their past.
They are surrounded by family and friends…who, by their expressions, already adore them…but also in their expressions I see the faces of all those who came before them.
I see Grandma’s, Grandpa’s, Uncles, Aunts…everyone smiling and glad…
I see brothers and sisters…nephew’s and cousins…I see Mom and I see Dad.
And when I look a little closer I see how all these faces harmonize…It appears to me as plain as day…when I look into their eyes.
How lucky are the newborns…not only because of all those people who’d been awaiting them…but for all the people in their past who played a huge part in creating them.
This is why when I see a newborn…I will always be surprised…at the wonder I experience…when I look into their eyes.
Vain cares of the Future
“Vain cares of the future
Do not disturb our gentle slumber
Ambition has never conquered us
With the untroubled life
That the Creator gave us
We are at peace and content”
from Earthly Delight in God (1724)
Barthold Heinrich Brockes (1680-1747)
THE VOICE OF GOD IS HEARD
In the boxwood scented moisture
Of this ancient city cloister
Breath presses against breath – and then a voice
Heard passing through the centre of my soul
It was the voice of God, I heard it clear and whole
“The world’s more full of weeping
Than you can understand”
“The world’s more full of suffering
Than appears to you at hand”.
Behind this pain and suffering in an eternal ground
There flows the ever-present sweetness of God’s love
Touching and dissolving away the suffering that's found
Uncertainty and worry cannot pass into its perfection
Beckoning all who hear it to remain happy and sound
Beyond the anxious worry and cries of today
Which fill our time with tears
The voice spoke out as if God were very near
Live, enjoy, like innocent nature that lies
In care-free blessed blue and cloudless skies
Unconscious in its trusting faith cancelling out all fear.
There'll come a grim time when billions of people
populating the planet Earth will witness the incredible:
the North Pole's ice melting,
and the rushing floods rising!
Will they take the furthest journey
by building humongous spaceships able
to carry everyone: the sick and healthy
into dark space? Who will be stunned, who will tremble?
They will surely miss
the whitest moon with cold eyes,
and the crickets's cries...
while they'll emit a discontented hiss!
After landing, will the officers of those spaceships
subdue each alien with their laser guns?
What if those aliens were more advanced than they are?
Wouldn't they have wished not to have traveled too far?
It's wiser to stay on Earth and find better solutions as we go;
we get steady light from a star that lasts 'till vanishing dawn,
and we have rain to make trees and flowers grow...
mothers give birth: it's jubilation when it's a son!
My body got cold with no trapped soul
Its limbs lying still on the kitchen floor
Under the window that was next fixed
Icy whips whip against my even colder skin
But I never felt as warm
As when I got to be an Angel
Corpse gets uglier with the days passing
Its smell travels through the town
No one calls me, no one rings the doorbell
As my body is now moldy
But I never felt as free
As when I got to be an Angel
The room gets taken over by crawling bugs and maggots
Their meal is my heart
But I never felt as good
As when my heart was consumed
To never be alone again, never feel myself soaked in cold sweat
All that's left of me are teeth and bones
My skin turned into mud of blood and meat
I am rotten
But I never felt as clean
As when I got to be an Angel
Let the world hear when poets cry
A celestial frequency
Steered beyond the boundaries of time
Streamlined with global urgency because
Poets will give you a shadow of the past and the future
When poets cry
They try to show the value of a moment!
Often poets cement a truth filtered through time
When poets cry
Words are poured out
Clearing out all the clout
This may be about some joy or some pain
Let the world hear when poets cry
A celestial frequency
Steered beyond the boundaries of time
Streamlined with global urgency because
Poets will give you a shadow of the past and the future
Thank you, Jesus, the sun is out
Rain, clouds, wind and dark
Had drained my joyfulness cup
Leaving my heart stark
Let me be a phoenix rising!
From ashes left behind
These storms bring such transformation
Out of them strength I find
Once again, those storms will roll in
Carrying tumultuous might
Once within their wild embrace
I'll discover my own light
In the midst of the darkest night
I learned to weather the storm
Finding solace in knowing
That all things can be reborn
Dark storms, tumultuous storms
Sometimes fierce and bold
I'm reminded of resilience
Future stories untold___
Kids:
They need responsible adults to be there for them.
They need to have adults who have good common sense.
The kids are the future leaders.
How can they be if we don't show them how to be responsible.
Teach them about making good relationships.
Teach them good problem solving skills.
Show the kids love.
Be a good person to allow them to come to.
Love them no matter what.
Keep them from harm.
If they are upset listen to their story.
You may need to be there to help.
The kids are our future!
Love them, be there for them.
Even when they make a mistake.
Kids still need love even as young as adults.
Be there for them.
You can hear them, choices for you're listening,
you can see their visions if you just open your eyes and see;
there's a difference - perceptibility,
the important versus the insignificant,
within the this and the that -
the truth against the lie,
the judgment of the good and the bad,
the clarity of black or white,
citizen and anarchist, soldier and warrior, loser and hero,
freedom or democracy, republic or state,
mankind and humanity;
the constant flow of the come and go,
the warmth felt between the hot and cold, love and hate,
the ages marked of past and future
in light opposing dark,
of the day against the night,
the moon among the stars,
the atoms, protons, electrons, and the quarks;
the time of yesterday and today,
of work and rest, genius and fool,
youth and old age, birth and death,
the measure
of what I do and do not know,
the divergence of the fork in the road
of right or left or going straight ahead;
the line that's straight and wavy,
the walk and then the run,
the melody without words, that simply hums,
the voices in whispers and shouts,
of laughter and tears out loud,
the ears waxed and deafened over time,
that do not hear, that never understand;
the eyes that do not see, hazed or blind,
unclear between you and me,
the woman and the man;
the choices of yes or no,
never made, forever delayed;
the reality that lay come whatever as it may,
in the perception of fate and destiny
it all comes down to deciding or wavering
in the difference of the this or that.
He thought on all the attributes of Spring
The landscapes deliquescing, day-by-day
On white and gray and drab, so giving way
To all the hue-infusions life could bring
New creatures of all size, some on-the-wing
A bud and blossom dance of shadow-play
The grand and graceful grass and leaf ballet
A breath, alive with things that buzz and sing.
Yet now those wondrous joys of life's debut
Were things that only photos would recall
For Man had turned the living earth into
A dead and frozen planet, thru-and-thru.
Yet there above, the Sea of Suns did call -
A hope for Man's next Spring was there ... he knew.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "March Poems Old or New for Prizes Part 3 Easter Series" Poetry Contest, Carolyn Devonshire, Judge & Sponsor.
W elcome September, let’s put summer 2020 far behind us
E lusive dreams we had deep down never coming to fruition
L et disenchantment fade with the relentless tides of time
C andid wishes in their simplicity gone abysmally ungranted
O bsolete imagery in a vacant world of paltry fantasy
M eager appetite for adventures aligned with social distancing
E xtraverts experimenting to eliminate emphatically this epidemic
S eptember come and turn the page on gruesome covid memories
E choes of resounding hope set free for better days ahead
P lay loud cheers so for a minute we can forget that this is far from over
T antalize us by boldly flaunting your joyful flamboyant autumn colors
E xtenuating visions of a distant future we can only dream of
M anifestations of answered prayers hovering within reach
B ackhanded boost of incentives thrust in the right direction
E nticing editorialized expressions earmarked for entrapped earthlings
R attled and receptive to any relevant rationale rambled to restore reality
AP: Honorable Mention 2020