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A RECALL
On that vale of thorn
Abreast we ambled.
Un-frazzled, to the hawthorn
We held.
Though a twinge we felt the
Haw we sought, and heyday we
Dreamed of.
Out of vague future luminous dreams
We hewed.
Though nadir soared, and hope in the
Depth of sea of dark fate brawled to emerge,
But with verve cocooned in glaring dreams,
Firmly on the path to heyday by grass of murk
Overgrown we trod.
On the base of that
Mount of haze for light
We groped.
Undaunted by the baleful eyes of
Haze, stoic steps we made, isle of heyday
Bound un-petrified.
Though by gale of futility like a chaff buffeted,
And sullenness our dreams enshrouded, but
The shadow of vagueness to mettle must falter,
For a bright dawn it heralds when the night
Dour becomes.
On an oasis,
In solitary now I walk,
Under a leafy bough, in
Sobriety now I sit mount of haze
Now humbled, gale of futility now serene
And the isle of heyday now my haven.
But mortality,
My mirth with it’s ravenous
Canine impaired, and everyday as the
Sun rises for a glimpse of your face in
Solitariness I yearn.
But in delusion I bask, for gone, gone
Eternally you are and your apparition in
My psyche etched, only left for my
Companion to be.
But home truth
I must not evade,
Home time for you it was,
For home sick you said you were
Held in the paw of death, torn by the
Lethal canine of death, in the gizzard of
Death you eroded.
From dust you came.
To dust you returned.
For you, in deluge of tears I swim.
Goodbye, sweet companion.
When sea gods invisibly show their glory
They’re escorted by their elusive sea army;
Vow before them, their loud rhapsodic chords play,
As heard in light of blue waves on summer day.
Marvelous army with mighty spiral swords
Hewed by sea gods, their magnificence- behold!
Their trimmed trident’s tines conjure like somersault,
Wish I'm sea god’s knight to ride on them and joust.
Coastal birds herald their rare presence with glee
With ineffable joy, breeze hums sweet ditty;
Surfs break in applause beneath the granite cliffs
As splendid narwhals’ display… nature breaths…sniffs~
Narwhals are great sea god’s mighty unicorns,
They’re special sea army, prides of Poseidon!
THE PROMISE...
Been said and is always true;
the truth knocked down
and crushed to the ground
will always rise again and again:
so must we---now.
No longer in these times that try
our souls, can we be
like hewed portions of humanity
laying along a mildewy path of progress.
Get up Brotha! Get up Sistha!
It's today---not tomorrow
that awaits our rising...
We are but mere tasters of the milk and honey;
let us not forget the pursuit of the source.
It's not for us to yet seat ourselves at the banquet table;
but to labor on---struggling and preparing the feast table
for generations who are yet to come to fullness of the promise:
The moving cloud---having moved---continues beyond
the mountain top---to hover above the fertile valley below;
and we are destined to receive that which He's promised to bestow.
Ever since Mr. Dutile asked us to sandwich our desks together, I haven't
been able to sleep or eat. My mom made her famous crisp lasagna the
other night but I didn't eat a bite. I went to my room feigning a stomach
ache then wrote your name all over my binder. I can feel my cheeks hot
as I write this but I must say it or combust. You make my heart melt like mozzarella and when you smile at me, you make me feel like the prettiest
girl alive. I know I am not Julie Panuccia with her revlon lipstick but I was hoping, you felt this way too.
So here it goes, "Would you go to the prom with me?"
Before you say no, I must ask you one thing, "When you slipped me that silly note along with your hewed pencil, was that you making a pass?
I figured maybe ?
Soooo, if they answer is yes then on prom night I will ask the D.J.
to play "My Eyes Adored You" it was playing the day I ran
into you on talent night. I almost dropped my books at your feet
I believe I fell in love that da. I hope you feel the same way too
Sergio Valente.
Your friend
Loretta Beata Lucia Santaricchia
Feb 21, 2019
Fanatics in feigned fury forced fellow fools for fait accompli
Laying lies as labyrinth loyally to murdering Lord,
Haggard Haters in hounding habits and hypocrisy as honor hunched,
Bearded Blackguard blazes bright sword amongst blinded buffoons,
Jabber with Jackknife judging jaundice with Kind “Jihads”,
Happy to hack the Innocent whose life they cannot save,
For the foolishness and orderings of an epileptic and adulterous protagonist,
Ten times in ten holes for ten years hunted by his guilt in 9/11,
And thoughtless Arabian protects a coward from justice of his acclaimed crime,
As Hitler and Haman hewed wicked gallows sitting as Judges of men,
As Abacha abandon décor following the doctrines of murder in “holy unholy book”
As Mobutu, blazing terror the macabre style
And like Osama Bin Laden,
Another coward fanatic dies running from Justice
When we cut down this year’s Christmas tree
after finding the one we wanted to keep…
we hoped Violet (our great-granddaughter) would enjoy the moment
but being a newborn she was fast asleep.
Our cut tree is temporary…hewed for but one reason
to help us celebrate and enjoy this year’s Christmas Season.
But this being Violet’s first Christmas
when it comes to the spell over her we were hoping to cast…
we wanted something more permanent
more enduring…something that would last.
With that in mind it was easy for us to deduce
that along with this year’s Christmas tree
we would purchase a tiny living blue spruce.
What did come as a surprise
is that little blue spruce and Violet
were practically the same size.
So when we left the Christmas tree farm…
in our minds this Christmas was set…
as we purchased a tree for our entire family
and one just for Violet
We will celebrate this Christmas together…
our entire family…
and together we will decide…
where to plant Violet’s little tree.
A tree that will grow…as she grows
Where…on the lawn outside our cabin it will always adorn…
So Violet will smile every time she sees it and say,
That’s the tree my family planted
the first Christmas after I was born.
The Fountain of Living Waters flows,
Ready to quench our thirst,
Why do ye hew out broken cisterns?
Broken cisterns that burst;
Drink from the Fount and be satisfied,
It will become a well,
Water springing to eternal life
From your being will swell.
Syllable count: 9.6.9.6
Written on 8th January 2023
Jeremiah 2:13 - For my people have committed two evils; they have forsaken me the fountain of living waters, and hewed them out cisterns, broken cisterns, that can hold no water.
John 4: 13,14 - Jesus answered and said unto her, Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again:
But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life.
Into the forest I go
To cut myself some wood;
A cabin I’ll build,
A shelter from the cold.
I’ll build a firm foundation
Burrowed deep within the land,
I’ll place upon its surface
The rock I hewed by hand.
I’ll carve each log smooth,
I’ll notch them till they fit;
I’ll build the walls around me,
Firm and strong they’ll sit.
Each window will open to the sunlight,
And close each night with prayer,
Songs from birds will echo through the rafters,
Then settle gently through the air.
Nail by nail I’ll attach the planks
Upon the rafters they will go,
Enough to stem the tide of winter,
And springs tempestuous squall.
My hopes are vast,
And I dream them still,
But for now can you
My help fulfill?
Trapped beneath a tree,
I here lay
Awaiting someone
To roll it away.
In chambers veiled with smoke and lies,
Where whispered deals and shadows rise,
A silken web, by power spun,
Entangles truth beneath the sun.
The gilded cage of empty laws,
Where justice sleeps, its teeth of gauze,
A puppet show, with strings unseen,
The puppeteers, a poisoned sheen.
They dance on coins, their pockets lined,
With promises they leave behind,
While voices raised in righteous fight,
Are choked by darkness in the night.
The scales of justice, tipped and skewed,
Where innocence is falsely hewed,
The blindfold torn, a hollow sight,
As freedom dies in fading light.
The gears of progress grind to dust,
Where hope and dreams turn into rust,
The poisoned well of wealth untold,
Leaves many parched, their stories cold.
But whispers rise, a growing hum,
Of hearts that beat, no longer numb,
A tapestry of voices brave,
Will weave a truth the shadows crave.
For even in the darkest hour,
A spark can ignite, a cleansing power,
To tear the web, expose the lies,
And build a future where justice cries.
No longer chained by gilded cage,
They'll rise and write a brighter page,
With hands united, hearts ablaze,
To chase away the shadows' maze.
So let the truth, like sunlight shine,
On cobwebbed halls where justice pines,
For in the embers of despair,
A revolution, strong and fair.
I knew a little shepherd boy,
handsome and full of courage.
He once slew a bear,
with a hand bare of weapon.
He had snuffed out the life of a lion,
And giants were toys he could break.
He was strong at heart and body
A man after God's heart he was.
Yet, he had his flaw,
and was weak as any man could be.
He once hewed coal on his chest,
and was burnt to the marrow thereof.
Though, great pardon he got when he repented,
yet, the scare was too much to fade.
Biblical King David is my hero indeed,
For I have learnt from his strength and weakness.
Another David now I have.
He is my hero and prince charming,
A kind and loving husband,
who can give out his precious eyes,
for another to know the joy of seeing.