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I see a day when mankind will say
Let us our differences downplay
when the wolf will lie down with the lamb --
Hearken to the shofar blast of the horn of the ram
I see a day when every husband and wife unite
to keep the bonds of matrimony pure white
when children feel the love and care they so deserve
when families dwell in peace, no stress on their nerves
I see a day when the earth is back in equilibrium
without carbon overload or environmental destruction
when mankind treats our wonderful world with awe
when he respects Nature and Natural Law...
These visions may perhaps sound like mere dreams
Let's make them come true, on wise plans' streams
Have you ever loved platonically
Then reach a point of true honesty
Written in your heart your dreams
conceived among the evergreens.
I often visit this sacred place
Where the hardwood's stand
With so much grace
And every bird that chirps a song
Brings life to us, but not for long.
For every moment I've spent with you is tender, honest but never blue
So we grew together and then apart, but never forgot the love in our heart. And when we have to say goodbye, I'll hold this moment in my mind, parting ways until next time where the evergreens sway
In our special place,
Good bye my love but just for today.
"Father does not see the mournful sad tears,
that fall on a mossy stone;
O, my broken heart weeps.
And I recall running into your open arms a little girl innocent,
you were the first man I loved, and will always be special;
the older I get, the smarter you seem to have been back then,
my anchor, my rock, my protector, my security, my Dad.
Can I ever forget our walks hand-in-hand, in parks and woods,
you taught me to love nature and to see with eyes open;
hours we would sit on a park bench watching life drifting by,
and I would ask you all kinds of silly little girl questions.
Even in death you are my guiding light, my safe harbor,
you left me suddenly I never got to say, I love you Dad;
tearfully, I asked you to forgive me as I held your cold dead hand,
if I hurt you sorry, I forgive you also for all harsh words.
I remember bringing you hot cups of tea out to your workshop,
sitting beside you at your dusty, cobwebby workbench;
admiring your many rows and rows of tin cans and old bottles,
you were always asking Mom for some kind of container.
Mom said, you kept every nail, screw and bolt you ever met,
and I would add- and every board too, and we would laugh;
it was me who cleaned out the workshop, O, the stabbing pain,
I lingered there for days touching things you touched.
Dear LORD, please take care of my Daddy till I get to heaven,
Dad, I brought you a dew-kissed yellow rose from my garden;
of all the flowers Mother grew, you loved the yellow roses best,
laying it gently down on your tomb, I walk away with pride.
It was on that same workbench that I picked up your pencil,
on the day of your death, I wrote a poem about my Daddy;
and that day I left the child who was me behind and became of poet,
an hour after your death in that workshop- I found my Muse.
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December 31, 2015
Poetry/Kimo/Verse/Daddy
Copyright Protected, ID 15-740-246-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Tell Us About Your Dad,
sponsor, Judy Konos
First Place
And golden is God's melody that soars
placed within the hearts of faith it roars
cascades from heaven upon these earthly shores
that to True Love you may open up your doors
True Love will never harm or to you lie
but with honor and be faithful till you die
its descent is showered by Gods right hand
distributed by Jesus anointed by him does stand
Though careless with your hearts are men of earth
for they cannot give when what contains within is dearth
to you does beckon God by gentleness
like our Lord healed crowds and children bless
Too tender are the souls that death has shaped
the inner being that mankind pillages and raped
like a phantom is the visibility of escape
and tantalizing is the world and snare it's bait
Though kindly through His Son to man has spake
that to bring us to our senses does lightly shake
for those whom God loves does he discipline
that they might understand and transform mend
And too soon will be the rod to those who listen don't
to turn from violence and depart from evil won't
who continue on a course of earth and man to damage
and self control and hatred refuse to manage
And softly is his call he to children woos
freely given time with many crux to choose
so not we do our lives and breath to lose
for want of happiness he sent good news
For those who would gather and to him band
he freely offers Truth unto the promised land
unto children a True Father gives his grace
that reflect within themselves his Light of Face
Tis Life to us seeks he to give
that within Love and Truth to live
wheat and weeds he will to soon sieve
with open secrets displayed within missive
sources John 4:23-24 8:32 14:6-7
JOHN 13:33-35 16:13
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
In the quiet of the night, when shadows fall,
I wonder if I’m the worst of them all.
Do my failures mark me, like scars on my soul?
Do my weaknesses weigh, taking their toll?
In the mirror’s reflection, I see my face,
A tapestry woven of doubt and disgrace.
Yet beneath the surface, hidden and deep,
Lies a heart still dreaming, in its silent keep.
I ask the stars, in their infinite glow,
Am I the worst, is it truly so?
But the stars, indifferent, whisper naught,
Leaving me tangled in my own thought.
The worst, I ponder, is it a name,
Given by others or my own shame?
Is it a label that I can revoke,
With strength and courage, a flame to stoke?
In this dance of fear and hope’s embrace,
I seek the truth, find my place.
For even in shadows, light can be found,
And in the worst, a lesson profound.
So I stand, with my flaws laid bare,
Not the worst, but simply aware.
Of the journey, the struggle, the fight within,
To rise each day, and begin again.
Wind is blowing,
Leaves are rustling,
Weather is pleasing,
It is not the fall, it is you singing,
Snow is falling,
Nights are freezing,
Blankets are lacking,
It is not winter, it's your hands I'm holding,
Flowers are blooming,
Colours of Nature spreading,
Pleasant skies are far-reaching,
It is not spring, it is you blushing,
Sun is shining,
Clouds are slowly fading,
Waves of the sea come crashing,
It is not summer, it is you smiling,
Raindrops start falling,
Aroma of the flora is relaxing,
Feels like the year is ending,
It is not the monsoon, it is you sleeping.
When we are not so far away,
It feels like I've lived all the seasons today,
But I'll love you tomorrow and the day follows,
I love you all my life, the highs and the lows.
Erase all the unrealistic images that appeared at night
from ever dream you ever dreamt;
let love become real, frantic and bright,
something erratic, not remembering where it went.
Live in the moment,
and feel the warmth of each lovely sunray,
to make you feel alive,
but you should start today;
live in the moment,
without recalling how deep you sighed.
Forgive yourself for your selfishness,
open your window and welcome the sunlight;
before sadness was your friend on a lonely night,
now, happiness brings you kisses of tenderness.
Live in the moment,
adventure awaits you in meadows of clovers,
in the fields of sunflowers, where lovers
find the solitude they need to explore desires;
live in moment,
and days will not turn into unpleasant memories.
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
No healthy humane man
of mature integrity
is a disenchanted island.
No individual is entirely orphaned.
Even an island has an associated understory,
below water's surfing surface
lie deeply rooted
anciently fertile connections.
And above water's surface
birds migrate outdoor voices
and digestive tracts
and trends
visit,
co-invest regenerativity
of ocean tides
and wind storms.
Those who celebrate only their autonomous island-ness,
are those who do not actively include
how we already live as multicultural peninsulas
leading back to mainland ancient healthy multicultures
and leading forward
to where we can once again
applaud diversely landscaped roots
fertile soil and soul migrations
visitors of nutritiously remembering curiosity
co-invested leaders in courageous fertile multi-solidarity
on this one planet island
Earth revolving within an interdependent sanctuary orbit
of synergetic understory,
Milky Way of warm wet soiled and souled
enchanting
surfing maternal womb memories
of ocean tides
as wind storms.
I breathe in sunshine
to breathe through rain.
I breathe in laughter
to breathe through pain.
I breathe in and up
to breathe down thru-out.
I breathe in language
to breathe my lyrics.
I breathe inside
to breathe through all sides.
I breathe in DNA distinctive You
to breathe through RNA instinctive We.
I breathe in LeftHemisphere verbal Me
to breathe through RightHemisphere
co-passionately encultured We.
I breathe inflating ego space,
to breathe conflating,
double-binding,
ecosystemic time.
I breathe in convex information
to breathe through concaving
co-arising dissonant exformation.
I breathe economic wealth expansion
to breathe through ecological decomposition,
political purgation,
health contractions.
I breathe in convex Ego's Plan A
highway
to breathe through concave Eco's balancing Plan B
bilateral silent say.
I breathe in zen zero nondual form,
to breathe through Yang/Yin
Win/Win co-arising function.
I breathe in what wealthy matters [+PolyNomial]
to breathe through optimally healthy
double-dark energy [(-,-) PolyCultural]
I breathe in 0-soul enlightened theorems
to breathe through 0-sum economically full-living
cooperative experiences.
I breathe in rich nutritional health and well-being
to breathe through nurturing wealth and wellness.
I breathe in ego-Win!
to breathe through not-not eco-win.
I breathe
to breathe through you,
as us.
I breathe in transparent-mirror ego purpose
to breathe out eco-seeds of regenerative meaning.
I breathe in monolithic yangy yes
to breathe through multicultural not
not yintegrity yet.
The family and living planet that breathe out together
stay in to gather.
The family, planet, that doesn't,
well...hmmm... isn't.
~
Dressed in a shade that the sun couldn’t find,
all on a cool summer’s eve
Seeking a scarf only meant to unwind,
wrapped in an untangled weave
Picking a fabric, the color of love,
stitched with a thread of desire
Taking your hand neath the heavens above,
warm in our flannel attire,
more than enough to inspire
~
Following pathways, the shape of your smile,
skipping like stones on a lake
Counting the ripples in circular style,
drenching the shore in their wake
Picking up pinecones now scattered the floor,
left of an overgrown scene
Acorns and clover and toadstools galore,
woven in soft evergreen,
what could this possibly mean
~
Heartbeat directions now lost to the breeze,
footsteps will know what we planned
Calming, the moments we talk to the trees,
sycamores do understand
Midnight adventures by firefly light,
glistening, leading the way
Wee hour wandering as they take flight,
below a lanterned array,
stars in a shimmered display
~
Find what you will in these words that I share,
tuck them away safe and sound
Breathe in the thoughts as you exhale the air,
now that there’s no one around
Kiss me tonight where the moon shadows dance,
soft on the eve of the morn
Holding me close at the edge of romance,
watching the sunrise adorn,
happy this new day is born
~