Long Matures Poems
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Couples coming into prime
exhibit an exact prognosis;
passions working overtime
while seeking love in heavy doses.
Never being quite enough
to satisfy their youthful yearning;
time spent lying in the buff
so sensitive to needs discerning.
Couples in their middle age
display a diff’rent kind of story;
passions lack that same old rage
as they once did when in their glory.
Obligations, no time free,
and children clinging to the tether;
“scheduled moments” seem to be
the only way to come together.
Empty nesters think at last
that time again is their possession;
love will be as in the past
when passions flowed without discretion.
Yet they’re finding other ways
to fill the moments of their leisure
browsing Facebook in a daze
without a thought of passion’s pleasure.
Couples in their golden years
just holding hands and reminiscing
‘bout old times, as sunset nears,
recalling flames that now are missing.
Passions that were once the scorch
when ‘tween the sheets were interlocking;
wooden chairs out on the porch
the only things that now are rocking.
May 8, 2021
What do I know, what do I know of you, Lord?
I know what you divulge. I know if I dig deep enough.
I’m not required to take a shovel, but to trust you,
as if that friend that waits to catch me as I fall.
You do catch me, even if I don’t see the effect.
Whys don’t wise me up, but between the cracks
you expose the deeper things and fruit matures
instead of weeds. L O V E
is the greatest produce.
J O Y ~
happiness within our hope.
P E A C E
that passes ALL understanding…
P A T I E N C E
under pressure, as we wait for the greater reward,
for our hearts want to jump too quickly.
God’s slowness is mercy. K I N D N E S S
toward our
fellow
man
G O O D N E S S not of our own making, but His.
G E N T L E N E S S ~
that spot-on touch from heaven
that wipes all tears
that quietly holds a friend or stranger’s hand.
F A I T H F U L N E S S ~
showing up, every time, at least
in thought or prayer, but yes, oh yes, showing up between
the cracks, when time stands still, when the clock won’t
q
u
i
t
and
when you want to binge, scream, die, keep an eye on
S E L F ~ C O N T R O L. You are not
in control, but the Spirit of God
will catch your lows
carry you high
into His bosom
where you lay your head
and He dries ALL your tears
and He washes your robe in HIS blood
that WHITE robe, precious.
Lest we forget, HE is our happily-ever-after.
When we are young we run along,
And jump up and down to play.
As physical joy and giggling,
Are like new toys that share the day.
While we grow, we join with others,
And begin to compare and compete.
Adding various tools and devices,
For us to learn and control or defeat.
Somewhere along the line, the recreation
Is surpassed and winning is held high.
Only to see some innocent pleasure
Escape, from tears in the youthful eye.
Then it happens with little warning, where
The victors and the vanquished are perceived.
As competition creates a vast chasm, and
It's much wider than many believed.
The process matures for those athletic adults,
With fame and fortune becoming the test.
So that the greatest may emerge with some
Lost happiness, while reflecting on their quest.
Love is like a flower, it is beautiful, like a seed that grows and matures and gives us all a site of beauty.
Love is like a red rose, it gives you the feeling of soft petals flowing in the air, leaving the scent of rose as it moves.
Love is like a bright flower garden, it makes you want to sit and admire, all the colorful flowers.
Love is like the feeling of desire, it gives you motivation like only love can give.
Love is like the feeling of completion; it makes you feel like you won the best prize in the world.
Love has moments that stay with us forever, so love and forgive, and keep moving with love thoughts every day.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
One cannot reach and grasp them
pluck them from a dark branch of sky
shake the mystical glitters loose to rain
down heavenly treasures of knowledge
perhaps such contents should remain translated
only by the languages of prayers and wishes --
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Guardians of planet secrets --
light years apart by design,
some creation logic to great
distances I imagine
on our very own earth
often alien to neighbors --
fences and walls as those
regions of mysterious, isolated
space --
would be wise -- for science matures --
make note of knocking before we celestially enter
maybe the Gods know best?
watching the planes go by in an open field
a glass of cherry apple cider in my left hand
my thoughts are on nothing
life is on hiatus in my mind
i have a week off
it feeling awfully good doing nothing
i am wishing that she was here, but she chose him
now i am joined by her, and her smile matures me so as she takes it all in
in her right hand, i bottle of water, blueberry flavored
her head is rested on my shoulder
her hand is relaxed and intertwined in mine
i am fully awakened as is her
another planes goes by
elvis costello writes the book everyday as we give a new beginning another look
as of now, this chapter requires no bookmark
a sweet, fruit tinged kiss, i believe, is mandatory
life is a grassy magic carpet ride dream come true
As blaze of August fades into the Fall
horizons new have burned and turned to ash
and textures of the change of seasons clash,
a plague of frost becomes a rose’s pall.
The supple smooth confronts the brittle break
as petals silk matures a wrinkled skin
and winter’s snow to bury sins begin —
a fallen cloud the shroud for briar’s wake.
The days of glory sun and ruby rays,
across the skies, these hues were once my own,
beneath the blue above the green, my fling...
dressed not but strands of dew in solstice haze.
When youth was sown my roots were honed in stone
I died… but I will rise again in Spring!
A difference between compassion and sympathy,
between co-empathic passion
and unilateral YangPatriarchal-empathic,
ego-empowering intent,
Compassion matures passion FOR
into shared passion WITH.
This same emergent fluidity
cannot be said of sympathy
for suffering of Other,
who remains another dissociated Other
Exempted from democratic inclusion
in further considerations
of constitutionally appropriate applications
of Golden Rules
to those who remain
in darker xenophobic shadows
more appropriate for retributive reaction
than restoration to peaceful justice response.
This same contrast and compare
may also apply to political empowerment
and more of the same
competitive economic investment,
to global enlightenment
and more localized, and often nationalized, pockets
of self-enrichment,
to recreative cooperative love
and to recreational competitive lust
Now that some of us
revolutionaries and evangelists
of the ecological 1960s
have been given this great green gift
of old age wisdom,
what on Earth
shall we choose to do with
such awesomely sacred/secular
private/public sectoral
nonpartisan WisdomCircle responsibility?
Settle for fading sympathy,
gradual depressive loss of sensory health awareness,
of physical consciousness?
Or, Reconsider ways to optimize active compassion,
compassionately lively communication,
fragrantTrue and savoredBeauty,
bicamerally touched
and binomially felt Pos/Neg/InBetween
1/0 double-binary positive polyvagal neurological
systemic health structure
[Wow! That was a lot to dispassionately ask. Sorry.]
non-violently heard
and green revolutionary 20/20 revisioned,
Co-passionate DNA/RNA EarthTribes
currently in living residential relationships
growing hotly combative climates
of anthro-privileged salvific empathy,
Seeking more cool green Wisdom Circles
of democratic sacred energy discernment
within and among consensual multicultures
of ecosystemic health-sensory consciousness.
How is universal EarthWealth
compassion
different
yet often felt the same
as unilateral LeftBrain EitherEgo/OrEcoSystemic Health and Safety
RightBrain Truth and Beauty
in sacredly holonic
CoPassion
with great transition gratitude
for this Old WisdomCircle
healthy democratic gift
of revolutionary evangelicals
in cooperative multiculturing redevelopment.
Writers of the dark
Sisters they are three
Tales of darkened horror
To scare the light from thee
Vampires of the night
Haunting the living souls
To lure them from their light
As there intention slowly unfolds
Gray mist begins to rise
Around their eerie crypts
Three maidens from the night
White laced, fleshes ripped
Vampiring ghouls
In scarlet greed
Napes and neck
Frenzied feed
Fuelled of blood
As the dawn matures
Their nightly feast
From their hypnotic lures
The sun rises
On the living morn
As the vampiric three
Retire to death norm
Stay in at night
Lock your doors
The Sisters three
The De La Keurs
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DANDELIONS -pretty yellow flower huh--
A puffy white fluffy ball;
Windblown, flown flower???
Man do they grow…
Man do they grow;
A Dandelion growing cycle grow;
From a seed;
Grown strong root;
Hard to stoop, to kill OH! Shoot;
Cutting, shovel out herbicide the only way out;
A puffy white fluffy ball
That does not spread asexually;
From a seed, from stolons also known as a runner;
Matures with a pretty lovely flower;
A topical bulb likens a Sunflower;
Most abundant in spring;
Close your eye there grows another one again;
Dies in the winter, sure is hard to git rid of;
Yeah! Yeah! Sick and tired of them weeds..
Them there dandelions tend to flower most abundantly in spring;
3/31/19
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