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Green is my favorite color,
The color of a beautiful nature,
Looking at the lovely green fields ,
My soul really wants your shields .
Trees all around me,
Everywhere I see,
Celebrating a great day,
For us to be happy.
The coolness I feel,
My eye shed a tear,
Hearing the sound of crickets,
Hiding under the rice fields.
Green grasses proudly showing,
Green frogs merrily croaking,
To the world of wonderful creation,
Thanks God for this green revolution.
Mother earth is smiling,
Because of our nice living,
People plant trees and help to clean,
It's now all looks refreshing...so green…
February 23, 2013
For Sandy's Contest "Go Green"
Honorable Mention
The Old Man Mistakes His Home
my eyes espy
follow the old man
as he makes his way
into the Taco Bell
my interest wanes of Tacos
piques at the old man's peculiarities
or is mine in question, too?
it's early morning
worms have risen
on a fisherman's hook somewhere
near ...
traffic and pedestrians a blur
but i see the old man sharp
... sharp as a cookie fallen
he hesitates at the front doorway
and looks at the keys in his hands
blinking, focusing on which key goes where
undoubtedly his mind playing tricks on him
he does the unthinkable
he puts his house key
into the Taco Bell key slot
panics
turns his phantom key
as if opening his house door lock
then turns five shades of red
making a beet proud
... then realizing where he's at
he looks around
he sees me watching
I tried looking away
but I have no facade
only puzzlement
and analytical tendencies
... to the old man's credit
he enters the restaurant
places his order, albeit shaken
two coffees, two breakfast burritos
I watched with bated breath
I empathize with the old man's plight
... yet in my mind's eye I think
Is this me down the road?
I hope not, yet there are signs
...huh? huh?
my hearing has become worse with age,
especially within the last year
connie pachecho
4/12/17
Meet me in the Woods
Under the Open Sky,
The Autumn Roads
of fallen leaves left behind,
At dusk or dawn
when its not too bright,
The drizzle of flowing River
Across us shall lie,
A splash of Air
over our faces ; Our feets shall be
at such heights,
And we still be rooting
For far mountains of snow shine.
While we rest at the end of steep hill,
listening to the heaviness of our breath
taken over by the Whistling Wind
Unruled by the time span ;
We gaze through the thin Air,
Until each of us have softened
our hands and laid down our backpack.
The Mystery of our silence
warmed up in burning flames of Fire,
And we smile along with
the song being played on the Wire ,
We fell asleep
Amidst watching the Stars dazzling
on to the Vantablack Sky,
And hearing the night creatures
as each of us silently lie.
Whole Night sensing some Vibe,
We crawl under our blankets
the Coldness touches Us
from some random Site .
The Uneasiness telling us it’s the Time
We start our journey
to not miss what usually is kept disguised.
Its Stepping on the fresh layer of White
our foot prints as if imbibed ,
The white piercing the darkness
fuels Us with excitement and
Victory over our Pride.
Our numbness called
once the nature unleashed its Surprise,
The round Sun rising along
and throwing its light.
Our eyes refraining to open
We in a total mesmerize,
Determined We watched
as far as we could; Rising up with shine.
The purity was beyond Sanity
We saw the Sun Nurture
the Snow fallen here last night,
Like a mother soothes
her baby curled up in her arms as tight.
And it seeped in us,
deep where our soul cries ,
Moist eyes carried the vulnerabilities
the ones our heart forever whined.
Here I meet Me ;Uncensored ,Wild
for the very First time.
December is approaching with gelid gusts,
soon the candid snow will spread its white blanket
and dominate the lifeless and desolate land;
nevertheless, those pallid swifts with wide wings
search for warmer places livelier and more pleasant.
Gianni and Lucy follow their flight and look sad,
no birds flying around while they build with fast hands
a fat snowman with a tomato nose and cherry eyes;
it's not what they had in mind, or saw in Winterland!
" We need a wool cap to cover his head and he'll stay warm,
if ravens come by, they'll eat the cherry and tomato and deform
his face not hearing his sobs and his tears turning to ice;
what an unhappy snowman Jerry would be without eyes and nose...
oh, if only glue could hold them in place, we would get some!"
And through the entire afternoon, they watched their snowman
ready to send away any intruders with a huge rolling pin.
Those pallid swifts with wide wings have left the hushful Whitestone*,
and proud of their work, the creators of the chubby snowman
smile and clap their hands when more snow comes down;
their dream is realized, mom rewards them with an ice cream cone!
* Whitestone, Queens, NY
In my heart, roaring memories, precious
Blessing me with a gentle grace, tender
Like the spirit who taught me, from my youth
To believe in the One who is living proof…
I am someone that God chose, a child of the king
Believing in the love that only He can bring
Lifting my hands to the living king, yes – I cling
To the love that gave me a reason to sing
Oh, how often I sing…
Let the joy in my voice ring, ring, ring
Faith comes by hearing but I know the One
Who silences the darkness, whispers peace to the war
Writing my story in a blessing that never ends
Blessing me with grace that leaves me sure of Him
In my heart, I know the miracle of His love
A greater love has never been – He is the light
A light far wiser, far brighter, far more beautiful
Than anything I’ve ever known or seen,
Anything better, I could never dream
He is assuredly my everything!
EXCERPTS FROM A JOURNEY IN COVID-19
This must have been one place
Where global Covid-19 stopped
A camp, perhaps.
All morning, all night
Hearing thrssh thrssh
Sounds of shaking baskets
Ears to earth under dreams
Rotating nebulae
And a rain clouds
Over the valley of perfect wisdom
More a highway
Over a ground with seed and hands.
Old women, young girls
Babies crying and a few men
Living with pure air
On the same line riding into mountais.
Their sleeps being like a Wheel
Up the Hill, down the scarp
And the unintelligible pandemic
Inside the ground.
They got up.
Yearning for Eyes
And a Heart in center
As a flame without smoke
Flashiging the light with desire
Through a bush over the stream.
Expecting to see what?
We all laughing at first, too.
July 7th Benevolence
Spies Flawed Sight in Tammuz,
Yiddens’ Tragic Hearing in Av,
Shemiras Einayim, impropriety removes,
3 Middos did Avraham have,
Good Eye, Humble Spirit & Generous Neshama,
Their counter moves:
Ayin Rah from a blind Lev,
Arrogant Spirit, Ala denial of Truth,
Greedy Neshama follow ingratitude does!
Yet thinking your answers give birth,
To the Emes, yields “Gaivahdik” shallows,
Better to grope! … say, “I don’t know!”,
20/20 can be an illusion,
Attending focus is by Anavah,
5 Tammuz 5771 was my stroke intrusion,
Closing my outer eyes is how,
My inner eye yields “Ruchnius” Fusion!
Echad = 13, Unison,
It’s the 13th Anniversary!
A silly fairytale
As the wind breeze by
I a person had a thought in mind
I wonder if he will ever pass by
If he will ever come to say hi
My eyes are eager to see him again
My heart still thinks about him
My love is still too strong
I wonder if it is too impossible to have a glance
To the friendship that still lasts
To the past that made me laugh
To the love that occurred too fast
I still think about him day and night
I still remember the past, I still want it back
We were together in good and bad
I see the sun, hear the rain
But are u still there?
Are u still hearing my calls?
Will u still continue the share?
My soul still awaits and seeks the day
When u will come
When u will come and change my present
Change my present, write a new future
But will this day come, have u remembered me ?
Are u still thinking and hoping for me to come
Is this forbidden….?
With this cause me to regret all the past that has been done
All the love that has been spread for fun?
Are you my dark knight?
Will u save me from no matter what?
#NAMELY: HE/SHE...MEMORIES*
CLOSE YOUR EYES...
Think of a NAME*
What brings to MIND? Are they KIND or "KIND OF SORTA"? Are they BLIND or just See SELECTIVELY; Hopefully, OBJECTIVELY in the Vein of a NAME*...Seen In Mind and Heart,
which SEES VIVIDLY*
How Do You FEEL, When Hearing This NAME* REVEALED? Is it Welcomed APPEAL, AFFECTIONATE AND REAL...OR A DISMISSED DEAL...And THAT NAME* Steals Your Heart...
NO MORE, NO MORE, LIKE ONCE BEFORE, OR IF EVER...
A.K.A. NEVER*
OPEN YOUR EYES...
What There REMAINS? Whatever the RECALL, Will it Stay The SAME? For GOOD or BAD, HAPPY or SAD...LOVE That OUTWEIGHED or INDIFFERENCE CONVEYED; Which Emotions LEFT, or Meaningful* Ones STAYED...
ONE THING I'M SURE OF; WHETHER IT'S LIKE, LOVE OR NONE* OF THE ABOVE...
WHEN YOU THINK, FEEL*, RECALL A PARTICULAR NAME:
"MAY IT RESONATE TRUTH AND GENUINENESS AND NO "MAKE BELIEVE" HAVING YOU BETTER ELEVATED, AS WELL EDUCATED, IN DEPTH AND CLARITY RECEIVED...
AND MAY THAT NAME* LEAVE YOU A BETTER* STRONGER* PERSON, INDEED...
NAMELY, FOR HAVING DONE SO."#
©Renee Denise Gross?? 12/19/2017
God misses loved ones we have lost,
for them, still shed a tear
Ever stop, consider their voices,
God no longer … does hear?
God misses them too, all their prayers,
so loved hearing them pray
Sometimes on their knees in the morning,
or short ones … during the day
Heard when needed their fears quieted,
times they didn't feel strong
Nights in a hospital bed,
prayed quietly … all night long
Heard sincere prayers of thankfulness,
of gratitude and joy
Woke to see another day,
told Him …. they did enjoy
Days intrigued by flower designs,
saw how an eagle flies
Magnificent colors God painted,
The morn ... and evening skies
God's glory and magnificence
proclaimed on starry nights
When mesmerized by creation
God's power ... and His might
Prayers offered during times of victory,
few times suffered defeat
Days taking sunny beach strolls, or
the nights … when couldn’t sleep
Night eyes swollen from flowing tears,
after silly mistake
Repentant pleas offered to God,
before slept … when awake
Millions of times during a lifetime,
with God, they’ve been in touch
Let's hope and pray when we too die,
He’ll miss us … just as much
***
In memory of childhood friend ... Jackie H Brewer