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Those days, like pages, have flipped by;
now seniors in late years are we.
I read, observe with a deep sigh-
so many are still here with me.
Now seniors in late years are we;
the yearbook's website, I can view
so many are still here with me-
but one page lists those missing too.
The yearbook's website, I can view
those dear old friends, at their young age;
but one page lists those missing too-
the obit list on the last page.
Those dear old friends at their young age:
I read, observe with a deep sigh,
the obit list on the last page.
Those days, like pages, have flipped by.
Epiphany
As I came upon a lea,
flourishing both sides a verdant green, till I see
there, an ardent singular apple tree
twas in the stark midst,
with a solo trunk with a mid twist,
adorned with succulent fruits as it lists,
heavily laded being sparingly red,
I thought to myself tis be an epiphany in its stead,
for it grew in a golden poppy spread,
yet, stranger still, tis be naught Spring,
for the tease of Winter bring,
its chilly wrought sting,
by and by, a passerby says to me,
that be a Winter Apple Tree,
fruits are "Keeper Apples" to be,
twas naught an epiphany I saw,
But twas an added puzzle to my jigsaw,
nevertheless, twas my, "A-ha".
2020 February 21
Condo Commando Landings
They came in shiny silver saucer shaped air ships
With cylindrical flashing red lights in the night
From Planet New Jersey
Alien space crafts…. I mean .… weather balloons, (according to NASA)
From many light years…. I mean… traffic lights away
Landing in Miami first with a thirst for power
They slithered from the… ‘Weather balloons” in zombie brigades
Heads tilted, drooling, snorting and looking for trouble
Your condominium community is their new headquarters
Condo commandos are here to stay
A cruel fiduciary species without any borders
Going from door to door
Giving owners & tenants lists of rules with magnitudinal orders
Millions of regulations, line item expenses, and assessments
You must fulfill….You will fulfill…you will comply or die!
“Resistance is futile!” They cry…. Or mumble…or moan
Or whatever it is the walking dead do
If you walk on pavements you will be fined
If you have babies they must return to the womb
No plants…. No flowers… No signs on your condos
And keep your doors closed at all times
Don’t think about crime. Don’t ask any questions
And pay your condo dues or be sequestered
Pieces
I gather things I thought were important,
that don't seem quite that way anymore.
There are pictures of the past,
and lists of goals for the future
on the table and in the drawer.
But I find, I don't want to look
at any of them, any longer.
Some bring too much pain,
and there is no gain.
Others bother me like brothers,
that tease, and never please.
I hang onto the moment,
and speak to strangers about
fluff, and stuff...
that does not matter.
My heart is empty and full.
How can that happen?
How can that be, at the same time?
Choices people make,
and bridges burned in big fires
that still show embers among the coals
and in the dark holes,
of people's lives... years later.
None of which ever
will earn anything but empty baskets
without bread, or fish.
So... it is a wish...
nay a prayer
for better days,
when there were still
five corners in the brand-new puzzle box,
and yet enough faith to
put the picture together...
up until the end.
I will send you the last page of a book,
torn out for reasons I can not say,
perhaps however to pay,
some debt,
that has no value
at all?
I will do that...
if I can find a place,
to send it to.
I think of you.
"Rapido"
walks on water fast
salty trinity
soul heeling
a pearl reflects wisdom
on indigo see, the mirror mapped
dancing with diamonds
the light shows
characters
rippling mirages
compasses peppered
rapt in black
and blue velvet
soon arrives the Morning
like a twin, golden apple
rolling before us
Apollo
alighting upon a floating chariot
racing white horses
a storm
is approaching
harnessing the tornado
petulant Horseman
Apollyon, hit lists,
in raised fist
riding a magic carpet
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
heeling.
healing.
list (nautical).
list (enumerate).
Rapido 60.
Ecologically resilient health
and WinWin spiritual fueling economic development
and biologically transforming nature,
Combined with reflection
deflection
inflection of our personal
and economic
and political health v pathology experiences,
Recouple complex metaphors
of green commonsense
inviting a resilient ZeroZenZone case
for health benefits
of planting and harvesting basic humane-divine communion values.
Health allegories and gospel wealth parables
need not autonomously rely on sacred principles
equating blind faith with good faith.
Reassociating non-sectarian positive faith
with active sectarian research for healthy development
of significant positive and negative correlating trends,
appositions and oppositions,
invite regenerative climate healing
especially for remaining secular dominant skeptics,
anti-sectarian nihilists,
LoseSacred and LoseSecular paranoid sociopathologists,
conspiracy theorists,
God is an AngryWhiteWesternMan wounded children
and our fundamentally mistaken keepers,
zealous nature v spirit terrorists,
anti-theological bullies,
healthy climate haters, deniers, fear-mongerers,
self-righteous war marketers and managers and magnates and magnets
Dismissing lists of positive health values
like smiling
and kindness
as weak love tools
for marginalized tender trans- and pangenders
and cooperatively misguided souls
Longing for ecologically resilient health
and WinWin spiritual-economic development
and transformative belonging nature.
Lord God I'm falling hard on my face
I feel so disregarded now low and misplaced
How and where and now will you come into my space
Help me Lord Jesus help me God I've been disgraced
I have fallen hard on my face
But the Lord God has picked me up and put me in place
Didn't know it at the time and the Lord helps the fallen
And the Lord lifts up those that are off their feet
And the Lord comes in and commits to them yet so discreet and the mountains crumble in the valleys fills in my heart rumbles yet I'm alive and breathing still as the Lord comes and I run but together we shun all heartaches and pains
And Lord I'm calling you from out my face
I feel so discarded and irrelevant
How and where and now will you come into my space
Help me Lord Jesus help me God I've been disgraced
I have fallen hard on my face
But the Lord God has picked me up and put me in place
The Lord helps the fallen and he lists us up those set beneath their loads
My Lord my Jesus helps me as I've fallen and He lifts me up up above my failing
My Lord holds me, catches me, retrieves me and keeps me from falling
And it's in His name Jesus that I am continually calling...
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The Lord helps to fallen those who have failed He lists up lifts us up beneath our loads
My Lord my Jesus helps me as I fallen and He lifts me up up above my feelings
My Lord holds me keeps me retrieves me catches me from falling
And it's in his name the name of Jesus that I'm continually calling
The Lord my God helps me when I'm falling Hallelujah
I can imagine people shouting and laughing, and see others running toward somewhere. I am in the throes of not doing anything important today, not up, not down.
Frantically doing what they can to enjoy themselves during their five days of vacation. Standing in lines at the airport, greeting family and friends who are coming from out of town.
Like giant ants they dash through the stores, grabbing this and that, knowing this year will be the best one. Selecting gifts for people they do not know, and sometimes people they do not care about at all.
There was a time that I would have been in this throng, pushing and grabbing, frantically trying for fun. Those days are past. Now, when others are running, and dashing, talking, and running to the mall.
Preferring my peace and quiet and solitude, preferring to do whatever I want,
Things I love to do best, without any concern for others, no worries, nothing misunderstood.
I have earned the right to enjoy, doing only for me, nothing to bake or make or hunt. I am feeling free and happy, feeling truly and honestly relieved that I feel so good.
The grandchildren might come by, and that would be fun for a few hours.
One might even spend the night, eating junk food, playing board games, like
Life and Clue.
There is no list for the store, no must-have list, no cleaning of the baths or showers. I do not have to spend a bunch of money on things myself and others will not use.
I do not have to bake or cook or clean or decorate anything. All I have to do is relax. Holidays at our house is just another day, except the drive to work irritates no one.
This is fine. It’s cold out there. We might want to cuddle up, and take some long naps. If we do, we do. If I want to paint, I do. If I want to write, I do. Rejuvenating, and fun.
If I do not want to rush, and dash, and join others, I do not have to, nothing is expected. I sit and watch these ants and feel safe, in my well-earned hiding spot, in front of a big store.
A holiday season unhurried, no schedule, no lists, no anticipations, nothing better. These lazy holidays to do whatever I want, I must admit, I truly do adore.
On Sunday night, for years,
When it was time for us to eat,
We piled into the car to get
Some Chinese food, a treat.
My parents did the ordering
And mostly, they’d agree,
By choosing things from Column A
And also Column B.
The Family Dinner had those lists
But first we all had soup,
With crunchy noodles that in bowls
Of duck sauce we would scoop.
The next course would be egg rolls,
So more duck sauce we’d request
And following would be fried rice
And spare ribs to ingest.
My mom liked lobster Cantonese;
We also had chow mein
And never, in my memory,
Did anyone complain.
Some fortune cookies served with fruit
Would end our Sunday meal,
A far cry from home-cooking
But, to us, it seemed ideal.
They texted on backlit marginalia,
phones dimming as the night grew older.
After a squabble, they tested their feelings.
“I am still the same woman,” she wrote,
mentioning all her good points.
He, drowsy and hung over,
“I have a list.”
He had listed the many reasons
she was great to be with -
quoted those.
“Thank you,” she said preening.
“I haven’t changed, you have!”
He added a few cons to a new list
he had secretly been compiling,
then some more.
The list grew longer.
“I’ve made another list.” He told her.
She took this as a good sign.
“Yes, go on…”
‘A change would be good’, he thought,
but wrote:
“I love you just the way you are.”
After the make-up chat,
he downloaded an adult video.