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What curious charge to press 'pon lover -
that he "overthinks" - therein his mistake.
When he feels fire difficult to cover,
while innocent passions keep him awake.
The only p'wr prompting hesitation
is perception -correct- that you don't feel.
Thus tortuous math, sour consternation:
Duty to realism or the ideal?
Intuition suggests looming failure,
but still, perhaps, the truth should be revealed
rather than cast to sea by a sailor.
My heart - small sacrifice- it shall be healed.
Cautious? I am - but also greatly dare.
I overthink things, dear, because I care.
15 July 2023
A breath of life for her soul
Beyond her wildest dreams
She went for a gypsy stroll
Unfolding the tips of her wings
An adventure she greatly needed
It happened just by chance
Before it was completed
She knew she had to dance
A North Pacific breeze
Stirred her dormant senses
The great sacoua trees
Trademark western fences
The atmosphere changed
She tossed her tinted shades
The earth had rearranged
Just as she had prayed
Sandy toes crossed the line
Of her boring little box
She made her way with twine
Birthed fire from only rocks
Now she's had a taste
Of the deliciously vibrant west
On the map, she traced
The outline of her quest
Though a memory today
It belongs to only her
the time she flew astray
Her cabin fever cure
My Mother called out to me,
I had to come
To the depths of Her longing
my spirit would run
From four thousand feet,
She cried clear and loud
And as her first born,
I rushed downward and proud
From the Canadian Rockies,
my destiny ran
Through Glacier and Yellowstone,
where all time began
At Page Her arms opened,
pulling me in
And She welcomed my rapids,
to baptize again
Reborn in the current
of their unbroken dream
She shouted my name,
the past-future redeemed
My intention now raging,
my soul shared with them
She asked of my Father,
Her words formed the wind
I said, “He is sleeping,”
His tears for you melt
His promise now drained,
His love greatly felt
Her heart pounding furious,
Her depths I now fill
Her womb I reenter
—my Father instilled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
High up shines the moon with an entourage of stars
Its shimmering rays like silvery gleaming bars
Come, sliding, slanting, and crashing down,
Making the sky and the earth in loveliness adorn
Moon, you are the unrivalled queen of the night.
With your charm, the world you greatly delight.
To catch a glimpse of your lovely, luminous face
To the high heavens, we raise our eager eyes.
In the quiescent quietude of a tranquil night
In young hearts, love sparks you ignite.
Your shining visage greatly thrills every heart.
“As the misty moon rides high," our sorrows depart.
The young and the old fall under your mesmerizing spell
We feel your aura, though in the faraway sky you dwell.
In the heavens, we can sight no other sphere on par,
And in elation, we whisper – “How beautiful you are!”
She is a very noble, wise, and enduring person.
He was invited to her birthday celebration, and
Deciding a gift for her was not an easy task.
He was not the type to seek relatives to ask.
At the age of 88, she had experienced a lot,
But he thought to himself, "What has she not?"
He could not think of anything, but he thought
About her love and thirst for her God and country;
And she loved to read. So he decided perhaps he could
Locate a book that she would enjoy reading but also treasure.
He thought again to himself and said, "Why, she has plenty
Of Holy Books of many translations, study guides, and other
Good Christian books, and who knows how many books
she has about the history and great leaders of her country?".
He then considered the fact that he had several unused copies
of The U. S. Constitution and thought, "What better gift could
one receive who loves her/his country as much as she?"
She was already a well informed citizen who not only cherished
hers, but also the freedoms and rights of every American.
The Bill of Rights and other great amendments in The Constitution
would assist her greatly in conversing with others. So he said, "That's it! Final answer!" He gave her a book comprising both her
state constitution and The Constitution of The U. S.
051121PSCtest, He Gave Her A Book, Mystic Rose Rose
We glorify people who are saints,
heroes, geniuses or common folks
who simply show us their human side
by being meek, never showing any pride.
There was such a wonderful, devoted person I greatly admired
who helped me build a strong but humble character,
and preaching about God, I learned the first prayer;
she empowered me with a will to overcome things vainly desired.
It's my ode to the dearest angel who showed me the easiest way
to Heaven: climbing those golden steps to discover divine light;
blessed be your maternal womb that gave me such a long life,
and the inner courage to challenge harsh fate without mire!
I sailed on ships on windy oceans, but safely returned to my bay;
I walked on dangerous paths always being aware of a hidden blight.
It would have been my greatest joy to have seen you and dad
walking together, but he only sought carnal pleasures and went bad:
to lose a soul to temptation is easy, to save it is nearly impossible.
He made vows and kept none and hurting you, he hurt me as well,
and instead of hating him, we ran to church at the stroke of that bell;
he wondered what was the secret that kept us close and indivisible!
It's my ode to the dearest angel who praises God above earth and clouds,
If I can't weep, it's because these tears have run dry; this gladness overflows
knowing that loneliness is not defined by the lack of closeness and hugs:
it's the loving thought of preserving the memory of a mom I honor with words.
Written on 3/31/2017
God has given us a cirlcle of friends,
where his Love has no ends,
in our cirlce of friends we can thrive and grow,
and more things about God we can come to know,
in the centre of our cirlce the Lord will always be there,
as we pray and as we share,
thank you Lord for heather and mac who always show that they care, thank you that they always welcome us there,
thank you Lord for your Love that has no ends,
thank you that we have been blessed with our circle of friends.
this was writen for my small group at church, but I also feel the same about my poetry soup friends right here, we can thrive and grow and encourage each other to grow and just be there spuring one another on in God's Love and the gift he has given us to write poetry for him. Amen. God bless all my friends here on poetry soup from diane xx all you are special treaures and have great value, even if some don't let it show, but always know that God loves you and very greatly so.
I have greatly coveted the sounds
so unlike the ones that were released
whenever I spoke, those more acclaimed
attention-getting ones.
My calling to communicate with my voice
did not seem to blend with the lack of quality
in my voice. I have sometimes seen my voice
quality as a 'thorn in the flesh'. At times,
inwardly, I have felt like being held captive
by my 'speaking voice'.
There were always such longings for difference,
wishing I could have that one captivating thing.
I felt such acquisition was vital if I was ever
to be heard and respected in my chosen profession.
My voice quality fell short of what I both desired
and felt was anticipated by audiences. I always thought
that I needed more base and volume to release more
masculinity in my voice.
This seeming weakness of mine has followed me
throughout my career, but I have always been able
to give my all and do my best with the speaking voice
that God gave me.
Indeed, although this weakness has assaulted me
secretly, I have never allowed it to stop me.
At some point, I came to realize that I simply
was not going to be blessed with a 'broadcasting
baritone of a voice'.
.
By God's grace, I have been able to rise to every
occasion and every opportunity afforded to me.
I don't know that poetry
needs be anything but poetry,
while myself realizing
that definition greatly varies –
but I have seen acrobatic
words that flop like
wingless birds,
and predictable political
soap-boxing – not my vote
if lacking a fine musical note,
with a rose in the orator's hair
for those, like me, who otherwise
wouldn't care –
aside from all else
poetry should be beautiful
first, even when the subject
is misery, poetry having ability
to spiritual transcend
yet purely gymnastics does have
a poetic flair
and politics has its tuneful trumpeting
elephants and rhythmic donkey braying,
though
written mostly
for whoever is paying
These were my first five "Monday Monokus":
"Three Monokus walk into a bar" posted 28 Sept 2020
don't challenge Death to a pillow fight or you will face Reaper cushions
"Mr. Descartes, will you join us?" "I think not", he said, and disappeared
the only time that cows will fall asleep is when it's pasture bedtime
Attribution: these one-liners were found online and the sources are unknown
"Good Moaning to You" posted 5 Oct 2020
Buddhist monk walks up to a hot dog stand: "make me one with everything"
this sign seen at a butcher shop: "our lean beef comes from 2-legged cows"
there are just 2 kinds of people that drive me crazy those that can't count
Attribution: the first of these 3 one-liners was found online and the source is unknown. The other two were (to my knowledge) original to me.
"COVID Crazy" posted 12 Oct 2020
during covid I sit around like a head with its chicken cut off
I'm doing my first marathon this weekend hmm, netflix or hulu?
did you wake up grouchy today or did you allow him to sleep in?
Attribution: these one-liners were found online and the sources are unknown
"Avian Flew" posted 19 Oct 2020
indiscriminate lovebirds may contract a canarial disease
a few unprotected canaries have been known to contract cherpes
...most get lucky and are greatly relieved to find out it's tweetable
Attribution: I first heard this 3-part joke from my father-in-law many years ago. The source is unknown (I'm pretty sure he didn't make it up...)
"News Flash" posted 26 Oct 2020
"toilet stolen from local precinct police have nothing to go on"
"marijuana bill snuffed out by a Congressional Joint Committee"
the News is where they tell you "Good Evening" then explain why it isn't
Attribution: these one-liners were found online and the sources are unknown