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Awake, in full bloom, fruit of the season
honeysuckle droplets upon the skin
a sweet invite, Spring being the reason
wind of the wanting, magic shall begin
Chasing Chaenomeles, sun shadows dance
this rendezvous, melodies in motion
breathless lush beauty- swaying in a trance
in pastel bliss, days float with emotion
Cloudless sky, warm and invigorating
sun-drenched meadows, free… full of energy
airy, delightful and awe inspiring
petals of floral thrive on this journey
Awake, in full bloom, fruit of the season
Picture perfect, Spring being the reason
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Just a little Scribble
~ Thinking of Warmth ~
1.Fill me up, I am always lacking.
Consumption, the name of the game.
The hunger devours the horse,
fattens me to the core.
I'm about to burst...
Always empty,
yet full of
loveless
fear.
2. My my what a big piece of the pie!
Pension raiders anonymous.
We live to carry secrets,
yearning to fill this need.
Profit devotees
live a life of
penniless
loveless
fear.
3. I mean honest to God, what's the point?
We're all gonna die...why bother?
I may as well just sit here
wallowing in despair,
a quiet, lonely,
unproductive
slacker. A
loveless
fear.
4. You want the goods? I'll give you the goods!
Come here baby and say hello.
How easy is it to come
to life, awe inspiring
mother to us all
prostituting
shame, guilt, and
loveless
fear.
5. Mirror mirror on the bathroom wall.
Am I pretty enough to be
a beauty queen? Parade me
around in fancy cars.
I must protect my
reputation
hinged on a
loveless
fear.
6. Grass is greener on the other side.
Why wouldn't it be? These neighbors
are so filthy rich with their
hundred thousand dollar
landscaping jobs and
mansions built on
envious
loveless
fear.
7. In the end there was always hatred,
deeply seated, mindless, blind rage.
Searching for a suitable
target. Lies built on lies.
Ready to explode:
unforgiving,
merciless,
loveless
fear.
By all means, you sinless wretch
Go ahead, live on cloud nine!
But I can't share in your euphoric state of ecstasy...
I just don't feel that way about myself
never have
never will
*dedicated to Kevin Spacey and his love of all things sinful.
Though predictability prevails
pertaining to my life,
nonetheless a pronounceable zeal
bestirred from writing,
and reading (no surprise),
which literary leaning, inspiring,
fueling cognitive pastimes
elicit unending appeasement
within mine private weal
without doubt (I intimate), and
predicated on an
adequately comprehensible, hypothetical
sampling of the population,
would probably accurately concur,
that hallmarks majority of
quotidian, weekly, monthly...activities
would NOT re: veil
dramatic seat of
the pants, nail biting, unreal
high wire, death
defying ironic steel
lee cliff hanging,
bare knuckle adventure squeal,
ling small hairs some deal
of the spine raising goosebumps,
sky diving with
out a parachute,
intercourse without a condom,
et cetera gasping
for breath, before sidereal
red giant stage
obliterates flora and fauna doth seal
verdict - case closed,
and legitimate reason to repeal,
thus this sketchy
pictured exhibition sedentary
cerebral efforts for real
marginally quiet natured unvaried
repertoire applying
thee measure piecemeal
asper wilderness trekking, exotic
excursions globe trotting,
(sans criteria as well spent
purpose driven existence),
mine unmasked,
minimalistic patrilineal
lovely bare bones (hollow winning)
by thee above arbitrary fictitious ordeal
figuratively hypothetical measures,
this generic guy, viz zero
less exciting even eating oatmeal
as resultant measurement,
cuz his feeble minuscule variation,
thinner than lean gruel
would NOT even
constitute living, ideal
as...a fly, thus accept this message
as plea whisking me
cerulean heights ethereal!
Last year, I was putting up new curtains
Adding new rugs to my trailer
Taking chances on bright and bold colors
All the glories of new beginnings
Last year, I was adding to my Tupperware
New bowls, happy and vivid
To keep all the good feasts I’d made
In hopes of serving them with dinner
Last year, I was encouraging my husband
To plant new bulbs in the garden
All the daffodils, crocus and lilies I love
Inspiring my heart, soul and spirit
Last year, I was adding sofa cushions
With verses inspirational and kind
Little additions to the living room couch
Awaiting my guest’s appreciation
Last year, I was filling my cupboards
With new pots, pans and dishes
Making my kitchen seem all new again
Welcoming the luxuriant spices
Last year, I was using my skills as a wife
To experience the nesting experiences
November 5, 2019
Last Year's Nests Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
There is a miracle that happens every morning in the mountains…a little after five.
as the evening heads to bed and the morning comes alive.
As the stars, the moon and the dark of night begin to fade…there is a stillness in the air
and in the silent, tranquil interlude…you gradually become aware
that you’re about to witness one of natures awe-inspiring gifts…
as you watch the ebony blanket of evening slowly start to lift…
and out of the evening’s residue the morning begins to peek…
and somewhere in the waning darkness…the first bird begins to speak…
She clears her throat at first, and I imagine, flaps her wings
then standing tall upon her branch she begins to sing.
Then another bird and another join in…adding their voices to the song
until the mountain is a chorus of birds…harmoniously singing along.
As night folds up her blanket…the day can now expand
and you barely have time to catch your breath as sunlight skims across the land.
Every space that was cloaked in darkness is now bejeweled in light
and you smile at how magically and effortlessly…day replaces night.
And you feel lucky you were there to witness…a brand new day arrive…
and blessed to have experienced the wonder…when the morning comes alive.
Mr. Prim provoked shame, guilt, and fear
In every heart, mind, and soul of Redding
Pointing his long, boney finger at whoever was near
Screaming out sinner, to hell you are heading!
Mr. Prim went to church three times a day
Prayed morning, noon, and night
Walked the straight and narrow, never to stray
He would shun wrong and always do right
A new movie in town, a huge sensation
Was rated PDV (perverse, disgusting, and vile)
Mr. Prim had to crush this abomination
Not one soul would this filth defile!
But the neon marquee announced: A Tribute To Mr. Prim
Tonight, we praise our saint’s glory
Let all our townsfolk welcome him
As we tell his inspiring story
The MC, Mayor Jones, smiled and took the stage
Mr. Prim began to feel frightened somehow
Introduced as Redding’s godly sage
Then asked to stand and take a bow
A year ago, at the passing of Joan, his wife
Proclaimed Mayor Jones demurely
She left us an account of Mr. Prim’s life
Which was not led all that purely
Now, as we view his spicy story
With our neighbor’s life honestly shown
Please keep in mind, as we praise God’s glory
Beware if you cast the first stone
The lights dimmed as the show began
Mr. Prim shook, sweated and fled the hall
The audience laughed, every woman and man
For there was never a movie at all!
To feel the morning zephyr on my face,
To wake up to the sound of cuckoo's call,
To take a stroll through the woods at my pace,
To watch aurora greet the red fireball,
To see the leaves romancing with the breeze,
To smell the fresh scent of a blooming rose,
To glimpse the hummingbird winging its way,
To hold on to dawn's smile as it does tease,
To enjoy azure sky's warm colour shows ~
How wonderful to thus begin my day!!
Time with nature is sure to refresh us,
Admiring God's beautiful creation,
At daybreak, life around is lustre plus,
We can leave behind all our frustration,
Nature rejuvenates like none other,
Where else can we find such calm, peace and joy?
Our worries and cares, we can cast aside,
When we spend some time with the earth mother,
How careful we must be not to destroy
the Maker's handiwork diversified!!
Reigning gloriously, Nature's serene,
As she goes about her assigned duties,
At dayspring, we can admire her bright screen,
Displaying her awe-inspiring beauties;
She's a peaceful Regina's portraiture,
Silently bearing, groaning* and seeing
the destruction caused by human grenade;
Deep in our hearts, we must be like nature ~
Always giving, spreading smiles by being
true to our purpose for which we are made.
I saw a gorge, a remote vision from distant, far far away from the surface, how sharp, how precipitous, how deep!
A singular, unsurpassed, cavernous cleft;
a crevice among two gigantic hills, how intense and steep!
The rocky walls of the mountains though withering,
canopying the remote sight from the brink of the rugged cliffs.
The highland though barren, is pampering the rivulet flowing,
emerald- azure, though erosive from shrink!
Its ages disposition, the geologic uplift and abrasion,
elevates the surface to fabricate its tapestry inch by inch!
The diverse, vivacious habitats in its bosom, in seclusion, are dozing,
in remote lowland, far from the tainted world in miff!
The robust gorge, all of a sudden, for its persistent profoundity,
a rare attribute in mortals, became my cause of envy!
Was pondering " where is that Gorge like once perceived devotion, allegiance from human inclination has gone? "
Nowhere the professed deluded ones, stands near its awe-inspiring abiding supremacy, the Gorge, the mighty!
Alas! The demons have taken away humanity's infallible dedication for substantiality and profoundity,
only to be as hollow as floating cotton balls, with no eye, no reverence for sublimity!
The Gorge is the apostle of Almighty's emblem of constant flow of unfathomed steadfast solemnity, beyond earthly folly!
Aeons ago, God's supreme contour, silhouette against the brilliant encompassing sky,
The persistent Gorge, determines to flow distant, diligently, from the lavish absurdity, from the sheer mortals idiocy!
Human devotion, so fragile, so freckle, so self-centric,
wish have an inch depth of the perpetual, perennial Gorge, the mighty!
Neither, any earthly disposition, can comprehend,
nor approach the grand Gorge, in reflections, so fickle, so tiny;
as insignificant as their fleshly existence,
in the face of the abiding Gorge,
the exalted composition of the Almighty!
In the supine chambers of my mind:
Thoughts of different hues spring up unsought
They crisscross like fireflies in the dark
Dancing virtually 3D all night
Love isn’t always reciprocal
In several cases; many will vouch.
One way traffic, is true in love too.
Romance and marriage being exceptional ties
Are stereotypes and status quo a boredom?
How does one retain self respect and dignity?
Is getting old akin to walking up hill
Does pursuit of virtues lead to spirituality?
The Generation gap is absolute
Senior citizens get branded folks
Age ushers feelings of isolation
Is ‘time to quit’ the next foreboding?
Does seniority start at Sixty?
Or in Seventies, Eighties, Nineties?
What about one hundred and plus?
Is a senior human an asset or a liability?
Spouse alone is synonymous with trust
For guaranteed love and care
For emotional and physical relief
Tending siblings rank the best
Is keeping one to oneself not right?
Prayers offer solutions to a roller coaster
life
Joint family promises solace
Yet freedom in old age makes little sense
Are old friends the choice to confide
the troubling thoughts?
Is it the close acquaintance or
childhood stamp?
Do love, romance, relationship leave
a soft touch?
Are passions just avenues for escape ?
What about the thoughts that bombard?
Gratitude forgotten and guilt unpardonable
Victories cherished and challenges pocketed
Defeats shunned and
despondency sunk
How about happiness on achievements
Missed opportunities weighing heavy
Hopes brimming and despair haunting
Victories inspiring and failures devastating
What about lingering memories of
good and bad?
Causing ripples in the pools of mind
Betrayal, ingratitude and sorrow,
Love, friendship and separation.
The night is always dark and silent
Many times sleep is far and evasive
Yet the eyelids close for rest
When the fireflies stop to fly!
It’s easy when I write my poems to see which way my heart is leaning.
I tend to write about what gives my life its purpose and its meaning
Looking back over years of writing there is this tendency in me
to write about love, compassion, kindness, acceptance, my students,
my friends and my family.
To write about the beauty I find in nature…
her lakes, her rivers, her oceans and her seas…
her stars, her clouds, her mountains…
her animals, her butterflies, her bees.
From these I draw my inspiration…because
over the years my respect and admiration they have earned…
for all they’ve tried to teach me..and all that I have learned.
The the words of every poem I write is how I‘ve found a way
to thank them all for helping me be the person I become each day.
A person whose been blessed with a wonderful life
filled with its share of joy and laughter too…
and when I post my poems…I get to spread that joy to you.
I hope you find joy in the words of my poems
that every now and then you find them encouraging, inspiring and exciting…
but no worries if you don’t…
because
for me…
the joy is in the writing.