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Light shining through stained glass windows
Rainbows tearing light from worldly shadows
From the windows of aeons
With Valentinus and Seth as icons
Banners of the sayings of Christ
From the bright Gospel of Thomas unpriced
A sun cross tearing day from night
In the centre of the church bathed in light
Above there is a mosaic vault
Of Barbelo wearing gold without fault
Above the vault is a salt pond
Dripping down from Barbelo’s olive wand
To the words “Michar, Micheaus”
To a river for baptism for us
Hymns fill the cathedral at night
Hymns of Sophia’s cries for flowing light
As morning begins, prayers are blown
To the seed-bearing plants and trees alone
To untangle the angels trapped
Who cry for their darkness to be unwrapped
After this, people meditate
On themselves beyond the black, iron gate
Or reading the poems of Blake
On diamond roads in the shape of a snake
Going to grand theatres for all
Where souls have made two greats lights in the hall
To see souls in costumes high priced
Mirroring the death and life of bright Christ
The life and death of great Mani
The fall and redemption of bright Sophie
The ascent of great Allogenes
Where workers have made stars for the black screens
Traveling, looking all around
The ocean’s depths to see Saklas chained up
Traveling, singing as they prayed
Flying to the stars in steel birds they made
Surpassing great Babel’s tower
Remembering the power of Norea
As they see the bird’s flames flowing
That Norea burned Noah’s ark resting
Dancing in everlasting rings
Holding one another’s hands without strings
Dancing around the sun of life
Singing “Amen” without a care or strife
Thinking of the bridal chamber
Where mankind is reborn as a mirror
Of the heavens above heaven
Dancing round as a ring of eleven
Mankind resting in the sunlight
Though awake in the garden from the height
I will not live to see this sight
And it is a dream I wrote down in plight
We are bricklayers without spite
Of a Gnostic church that will stand upright
If we all dream in mankind’s night
Our dream will see the morning’s shining light
~California Exodus~
No, I do not seek your agreement!
After living in California, I find a predicament.
It feels like I have a brain filled with acrid cement!
If you want to live sanely and quite well,
Super-Sanctuary states, like California, may
be your baby’s, very death knell.
Now, if you have tons of green cash,
California may be your state, we are loaded with
taxes,
And extremely high priced gas!
In San Francisco, your child can pass a grade now
At twenty one per cent? ( this has changed!)
All that I can mutter aloud, is holy cow,and a mind in a
state of cement!
We pay you to fly here, and kill an unborn child?
And will even reward you, if you steal up tp six hundred
dollars, folks here think, that is mild?
Our state’s insane government, has grown so wild!
Even our smaller cities, are filled with tents, people
sleeping on park benches and rambling homeless.
Only the weather is mild and has some common
sense.
This state is nearly broke
With incredible taxes, working long hours to support
the philosophy of the “woke”.
Drive through Berkeley, you get a contact high from
all manner of drog laden, smoke.
So many great Californians have left this state,
To live happily(where morality and loving the USA)
is not looked upon with spite and all manner of drug
filled-smoke at high rates.
I first came anxiously West,in ninety-hundred and fifty-
six!
Eloped in a snowstorm from Chicago,it was no easy picks.
It has transformed from heaven to earth here, into one
state that is mentally sick!
Note!
This is only my opinion, a poem is not factual.
These are my experiences, quite vividly actual!
I have written many poems that are positive
about California.
The high-priced diamond ring,
In the store, shining
Many people discover,
Thinking about their lovers
Wanting to own a diamond ring
But the love I offered you
It’s more precious than that ring
I can't give you a diamond ring,
Only my honest heart
That forever shines, sweetly in your life,
Alive together as husband and wife.
Nurture a warm and joyful family,
Which is lovelier than that ring
Love and loyalty as life partners
Enjoying life under the same roof forever.
Dreaming of building a hopeful family
With forgiveness and sincerity
I want to offer my humble heart
In exchange for a diamond ring
The diamond is just a lifeless thing
That has no soul and little meaning
I'm not overly fond of receiving a family's annual gushing story,
In the form of a Christmas Letter stating that all is hunky-dory.
I received one the other day in which they told the honest truth,
And I'll relay its contents though of me it may be somewhat uncouth!
"My son Jimmy who was in the army gave a sergeant a lot of sass,
And was unceremoniously invited to leave the service by the army brass!
Daughter Sarah became in a 'family way' bringing me much disgrace.
The father of the kid left the state and of him there is not a trace!"
"Son Robert attempted to rob a bank and now languishes in jail.
The judged sentenced him to twenty years sans the benefit of bail.
My husband up and left me for that hussy waitress at Joe's Cafe.
That left me with little money, having to keep bill-collectors at bay!"
"My sister fell on hard times and moved in with her three little brats.
She also brought along three hounds, a nasty parrot and two hissing cats!
My trusty old 85 Chevy blew a rod and left me without wheels;
I can't afford another car because of outrageously high-priced deals!"
She goes on to say, "I hope all has gone well at your house this year.
As you can see, this past year ain't been one for me of great cheer!"
I appreciated her honesty but found her dismal plight quite appalling.
Her letter left me quite bereft and before you know it, I started bawling!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
"One Road leads to tension and worry; one road leads to fear and dread.
My road leads me home to tranquility, to peace, serenity and solitude."
Quote by _Constance
A safe haven,
a home I call my nest;
created piece by piece by piece,
fabricated with all the items that I love.
Each room a place of peace,
like a bird 'building' a nest I have gathered things;
beautiful things that bring serenity and joy,
this is my safe harbor from life.
It is a grand mansion to me,
tranquility is in each room;
I breathe in the harmony and the solitude.
no matter what is happening beyond.
Once the door closes I am safe . . .
protected within my nest from the strains of life.
There is 'tension,'
in todays restless world;
the constant worry of a war,
dread, fear, and malaise at too high-priced groceries.
People are under stress,
it makes them agitated, hostile, lashing out;
there is the threat of global warming- senseless killing.
How can I save the animals ?
How can I stem world starvation ?
Oh, what if I can save just one cat or,
dog? Or help a homeless person in some way?
Why do I feel like a wilted flower ?
And seek the security of my nest . . .
that place assembled piece by piece for peace.
A penny for your thoughts my mother used to say
I wondered if she thought my thoughts were worth just a penny
Conversations at our house were mostly one-way
She would say children are to be seen not heard, times_many
I wondered if she thought my thoughts were worth just a penny
She didn't encourage me to speak anyway
She would say children are to be seen not heard, times_ many
Those thoughts just bounced around in my head everyday
She didn't encourage me to speak anyway
She said I asked as many questions as high priced attorney
Those thoughts just bounced around in my head everyday
Because I was not free to speak mind went on journey
She said I asked as many questions as high priced attorney
Conversations at our house were mostly one-way
Those thoughts just bounced around in my head everyday
A penny for your thoughts my mother used to say
Written: 08/09/2012
your groove is so instantaneously profound
the excitement that you bring into my life is
like confetti confessions so happy go lucky
frolicking in a PeaceFull Field of Blessed
if my soul can just swim in the relaxing hot tub
of your bubbly vibe, then i would feel so free that
my self esteem would be mightily high priced effervescence
again
a novice poet am i......see how you inspire me to
try new things that i have AllWays considered old
you, as she being brand.....new....and e....e....is cumming.....
like me in a divine ecstasy so careless when it comes to losing
control of my overall controlling mechanisms.......then again, it
comes back around so sweetly, but gentle to the center of the
tongue
i love the feeling of being a man still green to the unpredictable
to the world of love and affection.....in my masculine mind that
will last forever.....yet.....still.....furthermore......i will take a ride
in a time maching in reverse with you anytime, anywhere, any day....
to Any Place.....until the simplicity of breathing becomes Eternal
The last-call lights flickered once more
A warning sign she chose to ignore
Her soul, just like her pocketbook
Was as empty as inside the glass she looked
The bartender said, “Lass, you now must leave”
As she wiped her tears on a tattered sleeve
With no place left in the world to go
She ventured out in the freshly fallen snow
The beauty that she once wore with pride
Had long ago shriveled up and died inside
Her vanity had taken its high priced toll
Leaving behind a lost and lonely soul
Girls who were much less popular than she
Now bask in a love life of prosperity
While she is a smile in many a lad’s past
The less frivolous girls have had the last laugh
Now her love is something she can’t give away
None of the men she devoured elected to stay
That pint she just drained with her last sip
Is the only thing left willing to touch her lips
Her lights flickered their own last call
As she ached for some more alcohol
Twenty-one pairs of blue jeans
Teenage girls twirl and preen
A place to them forever dear
Grandma is parked on bench so near
This store pays rent in a high priced mall
Clothing prices are kind of steep and tall
Not the jazziest clothes I have seen
Frankly none of them to me are keen
Do not know where you have been
But these clothes are not a ten
Some of the blouses are way too sheer
Showing too much skin is totally clear.
Granddaughter tries on a pile of stuff
She looks adorable in jeans with cuff
The prices here are way out of line
But she thinks this stuff is real fine.
Why do children want to wear brand name?
Is being invisible their end game?
Fashion today makes my heart and eyes tear
Where is silk, satin and pretty cashmere?
"Angie" likes to brag, telling us all,
“I’ve got my guy Under my Thumb.”
The Rolling Stones might call her a “Honky Tonk Woman,”
but you sure can’t say she is dumb.
Her man is a wealthy gambler.
He gets a thrill watching ”Tumblin’ Dice.”
"You Can’t Always Get What You Want,"
but his Angie baby gets everything nice.
"Wild Horses” can’t keep that man of hers
from giving her the most expensive things.
He brings her flowers and chocolates
and buys her big, fancy, high-priced rings.
He loves his convertible that’s hot red, but
if she said to "Paint It Black", he’d do it anyway.
Yesterday I heard her casually tell him,
“Honey, don’t forget. I need my new 'Ruby Tuesday'.”