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If God spoke and asked me
who would you bring back in a heartbeat?
I would not have to hesitate
for it would be mother . . .
of all the people I have lost to Heaven mother's death shattered me the most
she was not just mom but my very best friend in the world
my anchor and rock
loyal and steadfast
the one person who loved me no matter what stupid thing I did
and I had a few blunders along the way to here
but so did she . . .
at the end of her life we had cleared all that stuff up
we talked, we forgave, and we let go
if I could be just a fraction of the person mother was
then I would be one fine person
people lined the street for her funeral and I have never been so proud
she had an inner light that brightened every life she touched
God be very proud of your work creating this woman
if I could have mother back even for a little while
I would be the happiest girl
we would go to her garden and walk the flower path
have tea in the gazebo
or go for a drive in the country with the wind in our hair
perhaps a horseback ride
or a picnic by a rippling stream
I would tell her about my life and ask her if she liked Heaven
God, could I have mother for just a heartbeat?
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October 16, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/In A Heartbeat
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1071-783-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym
Written for the contest, Who Would You Bring Back
In A Heartbeat, sponsor, Caren Krutsinger
Second Place
I remember the gazebo
When I felt it was floating
The two of us sitting on the wooden floor
While the kids were doing nothing unusual
Or very interesting
But our eyes kept reconnecting
And I felt the moment would burst...
We talk only of work-related things
Only gestures in response to the kids
Our eyes in constant movement towards each other
Mine to yours at least...
And now I want all the inappropriate things
A long smile, a hug, a kiss
Extended eye-contact
I want to sit with you in the park
Kissing your ear, the one with two earrings
Moving my lips to the warm side of your neck
Deep back where the hair is,
Then retreat
And look into the big brown eyes
The one's that crushed God himself
And tell you with a fearful warmth
That I can barely stand my love for you
And that your very eyes upon me
Is proof that God survived the crush
And in fact uses them now
To guide light into my world...
And the catch of your eyes
Rekindles that aching want.
The only thing worth fighting for.
Mi amore, mi amore, mi amore.
In a corner of a trailer park they have a wooden gazebo
With wooden picnic tables all around
Every night people of all ages come together.
The elderly tell all kinds of stories that keep everyone
Spell bound.
Some are hell bound
To try to out do the other.
In a corner of a trailer park they have a wooden gazebo
With wooden picnic tables all around
There are people listening to the tall tales with out
Making a sound.
As more people gather
The elderly tell all kinds of stories that keep everyone
Spell bound
Before you know it more people are here sitting on the
Ground.
Once in a while you'll hear Really brother?
In a corner of a trailer park they have a wooden gazebo
With wooden picnic tables all around
Supposedly sleeping under the first table is the blood-
Hound
That pulled a man out of quicksand before he was
Smothered.
The elderly tell all kinds of stories that keep everyone
Spell bound.
Then I found
As I stepped in to the gazebo a sign that read Welcome
To Liars Corner they can out do any one on any subject
Matter!
In a corner of a trailer park they have a wooden gazebo
With wooden picnic tables all around
The elderly tell all kinds of stories that keep everyone
Spell bound.
Help me save the children from rage and hopelessness,
Bring your optimistic lanterns, and your jubilant joy sticks.
Meet me in a half hour in the gazebo in the park.
Bring all the children you can find along the way.
Use your magic flutes and faeries to get them out of their houses
I have sent others ahead with a scrumptious meal to fill their tummies,
Gypsies are bringing art supplies that will help them fill the town with creativity.
Let’s dance our dance and sing our songs, and bring all the children we can find.
Invite all the poets, singers, artists, pet-lovers, enthusiastic adults and dancers.
We need all the lovers of life, the spreaders of happiness, and the proponents of joy
If we are to save the children.
We can start immediately, saving one at a time.
Date: Jan 4, 2019 Contest: Free Verse
Sponsor: Emiile Pinet
Ruby winds were breezing about,
Graceful ducks were crossing my path
Slowly, slowly in a purposeful walk
Curious of a cute fawn scurrying along;
There I paused, watching robins dance
Twittering and twitting songs of joy
In harmony with people ambling by.
Up there upon the blue garb of eventide
Sun was sketching a spectrum on arc
As evening was donning sienna brown;
In yellow rose-blooms some stilled awed
Some stayed glued to pink-lotus pond
Gazing beauty of gracile white swans.
When orange-glow invoked amber vibes
I lingered at your gazebo a millionth time
Charmed by echoes of sensuous revelry
In whispers of hints from coral peonies
Lilting in your garden of flaming red lilies
Pulsing your heart’s passionate greetings
As fervor of the night chased our dreams.
Whispering to me, “meet me tomorrow”
You divulged to stars how sweet love was
Crooning its praises quite a long time ago--
Before we met for tea on your porch,
Strolls in the park, rise of purple dawns,
Before you waltzed desires of romance,
Before you owned the beats of my heart.
June 14, 2020
Placed 2nd: N/A Rerun-9- by John Hamilton
For Sofia Coppola
The epitome of serenity
lies just beneath the foot of me
sashaying through the sweet, clean grass
White linen bathes my skin
my loose hair dancing in the wind
billowy clouds, how silently they pass
Oh Mozart!
take my heart
dance playfully and light about my mind
Mandolin disrupts the wind
glint of sunshine blinds my eye
fat, sumptuous grapes exploding on the vine
Brie, bordeaux, wild strawberries
fill the bounty set in front of me
my avid hunger puts me to the test
To my woolly lamb, how safe I am
amongst the wheat so tall and tan
as I hold him firm and snug against my breast
Take me home
thatched roof and stone
the proud gazebo stands beyond the stream
My duvet of straw and hay
my eyes they close, my body lay
to lose myself inside Sofia's dream.
My impression after viewing Sofia Coppola's Marie Antoinette.
And we sat under
A gazebo that sat
Under palm trees,
Standing and smiling
At our seashore,
Emptying kegs of
Palmwine in our
Calabash and...
And then emptying
The calabash in our
Stomachs...
An exquisite experience,
I daresay!
The periwinkle-gatherer
Alighted from her
Canoe that arrived from
Upper sea, bending in her
Walk, no gratitude to her
Culture. Beside her followed
Her shadow, ever faithfully.
Their movement our common
Entertainment as we emptied
More fills of our calabash in us...
Entered the Crier, crying, like
A crying Cricket,
"The Archbishop of Canterbury,
And the Pope have now
Legalized a Skirt and another
Skirt together, and a Trouser
And its kind together!"
We unveiled the Holy Book,
In our flabbergastedness,
Afterwards, and replayed
The Crier's cry in our heads.
"A pity, for this shall soon be
Written in you by the Unknown
In Time to come and be said to
Be of the good God."
Were our only audibility.
We looked up and behold the gyre
For the legalization inundated
Our Vicinity! For the Crier's cries
Had spread its legs like a rumor.
Sadly, my partner patted her hairs
And we returned to our kegs,
Contemplating...
The sunflow’r burst through red roses.
Still sleepy eyes - skyline poses.
Unseen angels lift up the light.
The saint below shows sheer delight.
Worship the Lord where you’re planted.
Coffee sipped and bible open -
The living word that we hope in.
Sitting beneath Gazebo shade -
Blossoms incline at Jesus name.
Worship the Lord where you’re planted.
In afternoon, the waning day,
The swans know it - nature’s ballet,
slowing down. The rush of sunset
in pink and blue. Remember -
Worship the Lord where you’re planted.
Moon shines through trees, a peaceful light,
Onto the folding buds - the foresight
Of love, that cares so much for us,
Revealed in due time, God’s sure bless.
Worship the Lord where you’re planted.
7/26/2022
I was sitting inside the gazebo eating a hot dog
watching the swans swim in the beautiful lake
it came out of nowhere buzzing round the place
tumbling and bumbling read to do bite and sting
I hurried to my backpack to get my epi pen
but already the swelling had begun I froze
when I saw the size of the bee that bit me
it took a gardener and a stranger to inject me
I never saw what happened next, cuz I fainted
but the next thing I knew I was sipping koolaid
from a plastic cup and wearing a wet compress
all this fuss because of a bad reaction, dum bee.
Nov 30, 2019
Not for contest.
In the serene solitude of your slumbers,
You’ll dream of me forever and ever.
For there, with my enigmatical looks,
I’ve been haunting you
From the first day you’ve seen me.
You have so often wondered at that look
that draws you to look so intently in my eyes.
I see you watching in the shade
Of that lovely gazebo in the garden.
You try to focus on my soulful eyes,
I notice your intense use
Of your make-ups of your black dark eyelashes,
Yet it is that exquisite pearl necklace that I love.
It draws all your wanton attention.
You look at a large diamond ring
Flashing it in the filtering sunbeams.
Oh stop looking at these gaudy trifles
Nor must you concern yourself about me.
Just look into my mesmerizing eyes.
Concentrate on my face all lit up,
Admire the light on my sweet kissing lips,
And don’t dare compare them
To that aloof Mona Lisa’s smile.
One day, when I’ll come to you
In the serene solitude of your slumbers,
And I’ll show you how a kiss should be.