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**A lesson offered by the poet in me I've seen,
The lee sides (leeward) of mountains are where the winds parts upwards,
And the warmth of the earthen mound, extends outward becomes trapped,
Within the grasps of escaping winds that lifts, carries its prisoners of air,
As the winds go beyond, the trapped air burst over the mound and holds,
Whispers they are part of the mound and choose to remain for a moment,
The brevity of time, the mound holds its vague strands that hovers tenderly,
Their embrace ingratiates eyes far below, for nature's love is for all to behold.
**last two images of where I live in Hilo, Hawaii of 50k residents and Mauna Kea (White Mountain--'snow capped') firstly clear skies and lastly one with the lenticular cloud above it.
A light came falling from the stars
And before it would stand
It introduced itself to me
And took me hand in hand
We danced upon the shining grass
Of fields lit by the moon
And with one kiss she let me go
Saying the sun would rise soon
I’d wait till night for her to come
And every night she did
We’d live like life was eternal
Of it we’d never be rid
My lover from the skyward stars
Living life with no holds barred
And every day I’d wait for her
For night to fall, miracles occurred
I could forget my darkened past
Our soliloquy eternal last
She helped to clear my darkened sight
Which only showed with the sunlight
Eternal
Eternal
This dream would spring eternal
Eternal
Eternal
These dreams would spring eternal
In the darkness of the night,
while the world lies in slumber deep,
and the full moon shines bright
our memories are yours to keep.
Longing to hold us, a pain to ease.
You take upon yourselves not to cry.
Craving for the past to be freeze
But each breath whispers goodbye.
Powerless, your tears come any way.
You light a candle in good fate,
in hope we will meet again one day.
Our spirits aches your heavy weight.
Oh, how we wish to bear your pain,
To shoulder your anguish and fears
To shield you from this storm’s chain
and turn your tears and into cheers.
In your grief, there is a ruler at hand,
which murmurs in the darkest night,
God's vast love, does understand,
and our souls found his eternal light.
For the Man of Sorrows, bore it all,
He takes our wounds and shame,
He beared the sting of death, the heavy pall,
so to forgive and heal our broken frame.
Dear moms and dads this is where
the shadow suffering ends,
by seeing the break of dawn beyond the grave,
In God's embrace, your pain and sorrow mends,
And in His love, your weary hearts He'll save.
Though we can’t remove your anguish to relieve,
Or take the cup of sorrow from your lips,
we find our solace, in the truth we cleave,
That Jesus also holds you by His fingertips.
So when your tears fall like gentle rain,
trust in Him, who walked this path of grief,
For in His sovereignty, you can find again,
A hope that blooms an eternal belief
Know we rest, in arms divine and strong,
Your suffering exchanged for our endless peace,
In heaven's choir, we sing a joyous song,
And in God's love, your aching hearts can find
release.
*Image of Horse Carousel by Pixabay.
Paradise Holds A Horse's Crown
~o~ ~o~ ~o~
Tis naught mere magic to be found,
for they have lept beyond the ground,
All in plastic they wore as gowned,
smiled in pretense confused the frowned,
Paint ashen white and horsey browned,
ere their lift dips flowerbed drowned,
All earlier had been preowned,
earned their freedom per pound by pound,
For they had pranced purposed meant clowned
froze on carousels round and round,
~o~ ~o~ ~o~
Paradise holds a horse's crown,
~o~ ~o~ ~o~
Naught to gait frolic fixed they wound,
gift with horse sense made naught a sound,
In righteousness, they did expound,
wonders commenced and made a mound,
That they grew from merry-go-round,
launched by faith be now Heaven bound,
Sought was you deservingly hound,
enwrapped in dreams had you been found,
Enjoined in quest blessings surround,
collectively after fairground,
~o~ ~o~ ~o~
Paradise holds a horse's crown,
~o~ ~o~ ~o~
Upon a steed saw you profound,
rewards a lift be him spellbound,
Comes opened gate all are inbound,
a genteel spot e'er a playground,
Boy gifts release gaits all around,
beset in gold placed out a crown
Views linger as a boy propound,
a fostered life former background,
A boy realized belonged crown,
rightfully his steed be renowned,
~o~ ~o~ ~o~
Paradise holds a horse's crown.
~o~ ~o~ ~o~
Kolkata, my first and last breath,
A love letter to you, my heart's every depth.
In your streets, I found solace and pain,
A bittersweet symphony that still remains.
Your Ganges' waters, a reflection of my tears,
The city's nostalgia, my heart holds dear.
I miss the Park Street nights, the Maidan's green,
The memories of you, Kolkata, my heart can't glean.
Your rosogolla sweetness, still lingers on my tongue,
The pangs of separation, my heart can't be wrong.
You've been my first love, my last goodbye,
In your arms, I find solace, my heart's cry.
The city's chaos, my soul's calm,
The Durga Puja nights, my spirit's balm.
You've seen me break, you've seen me mend,
Kolkata, my love for you, will never end.
You're more than just a city, you're my home,
My support system, my heart's safe zone.
I'll carry you with me, wherever I roam,
Kolkata, my love for you, forever my own.
I must admit that I ain't very handy with hammer and nails,
And am hopelessly at sea when figurin' technical details.
As to fixin' things with fancy tools, I haven't a clue,
But I'm a whiz at usin' duct tape, balin' wire and super glue!
Tho' it's somewhat unwieldly and it sure ain't too ornate,
Balin' wire can be used in an emergency as hinges for a gate!
'Tis perfect for securin' the droopin' bumper on my automobile,
And for supportin' the saggin' muffler, balin' wire is ideal!
No doubt you'll bond at least two fingers together, 'tis true,
But, Oh! The myriad of things to be fixed with super glue!
'Tis good for repairin' artificial teeth when in a pinch,
And for mendin' broken shards and earrings, 'tis a cinch!
How can we ever thank the feller who invented duct tape enough!
It holds the universe together! Life without it would be tough!
It'll patch anything, gag a spouse, keep a man's toupee in place;
Why! It was even used to repair Apollo 13 in outer space!
With these marvels of the modern age I can tackle any situation,
Fixin' things with simple application and heady innovation.
Why should I be thwarted usin' nails, screws, staples and such,
When duct tape, super glue and balin' wire are my sturdy crutch!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
A Scientifically Religious Experience
While I sit in church my mind begins to wonder
It passes by the alter through the walls
Then reaches at great speed to cosmic places
Not yet charted on the map of time
Accelerated ten times faster than a light
My thoughts go out there where they belong
I cannot afford to buy or operate a space craft at this time
My mind will have to do
Three layers cover the oval silver ship
The outer one deflects particles and radiation
It breaks down, collapses, after penetrating
The first five universes along the way
The second shield consists of electron and antimatter elements
To neutralize the effects of mounting speeds as I proceed
Through stars, quasars, and colors multi-matter
The last layer of protection on my simple ship
Is made of elemental particles that holds it all together
Keeps us from shrinking into the void
Into the past to find real history
As speeds just keep increasing
It is no mystery
I have to get back to my original position
Finding it might be a task
Will I still be there in church when I return
Or will it be the past?
I am a shy girl who's never been on a date
But I'm twenty, and Mom says I'm just blooming late
I'm destined to be an old maid without a mate
Soon, I'll be past my prime
Always a wallflower. Alone, I brood and sit
Sometimes I'm a little quirky. I will admit
But talk with me and you'll see, I've got charm and wit!
I've mountains yet to climb
I'm the guilty one that no one ever suspects
Overlooked, as one of life's pathetic rejects
Here's a clue: I used a knife, and other objects
I committed the crime
I'm the actor never given the starring role
The person always shoved into a cubbyhole
I'm not invisible! I have a heart and soul
Might as well be a mime
I'm the elusive word for your poetic line
Look in a Thesaurus and you'll find me, Einstein
We can be a couplet, two planets that align
Let's make our poem rhyme
Sometimes I feel like the hands of a broken clock
Going nowhere fast should never come as a shock
But where is the man who holds the key to my lock
The one who'll ring my chime
How may the seer be seen,
in a mirror without sheen ~
thoughts we birth being the veil,
the brew we drink, though it’s stale?
Thoughts operate in space-time,
desire, the ladder we climb,
which we need to vaporise,
if Self we would realise.
The thought of God is not God.
Love dawns only when we nod,
not thinking but becoming,
flame of bliss in heart humming.
Silence therefore holds the key,
the way our Self we may see,
as awareness self-aware,
having nothing to declare.
Ego death is what we seek,
that plugging energy leak,
heart porous, empty and thawed,
we stand naked before God.
Everything gone, Self remains,
beyond space-time, free from chains
and when we see, then we’ll know,
light of our Self’s bright white glow.
"The breath of winter holds a hushed enchantment, a captivating stillness." Anna Islington
One frigid February day
after a night’s snowfall
had left my world white and pristine,
I took my new sled
and slowly trudged over
our huge back yard
to a spot which led to
the top of a hill.
Down this hill we children
loved to go sledding.
In white’s silence, I felt utterly at peace
and unhurried.
A few kids had arrived
at the top of the hill
and had already left before I got there.
I could see the tracks of their boots
and was glad to see that their sleds
had made somewhat of a pathway
for me
to go sledding
down.
A few lyrics from “Winter Wonderland”
drifted to my mind,
for the snow around me glistened
beneath winter’s wan sun,
but I was alone in the wonderland.
And no sleigh bells were ringing.
Suddenly I spied a bright cardinal bird
perched on the powdery branch
of an evergreen tree.
Its small red-crested head seemed to nod at me.
I was blessed by that special moment
as I stood transfixed watching it.
I looked down the sledding path
to the thickness of the woods below.
In summer it is a chaos of untended tangled weeds
and clusters of many trees.
On this day – frosted by nature -
the woods appeared the opposite of chaos.
Concealed by snow,
the woods was a picture of beauty
in the cold, breathless air.
Cold, yes, it was so cold.
My mitten-fingers would soon grow numb.
I got hurriedly onto my sled.
Then gliding smootly downward,
I went deeper
and deeper
into winter enchantment.