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This is a garden of sunshine granted
each an escape from our everyday trials.
Where sadness, anger, or lies aren't planted
because we all need a garden of smiles.
Where are poems found in this garden?
A few where Summer leaves barely a trace.
Some on life's dusty olden path less taken
or on a wagon wheel sorely misplaced.
I found several on butterfly's wings;
A short one atop a ladybug's back.
A Haiku found on Japanese maple.
In a rose garden, you'll find a whole sack!
They nibble nouns on lavender leaves
often spied sipping the nectar of gods.
Their words elfin messages in the sand
or hidden among weaving goldenrods.
They're where sprites play tag in the tallest grass
where crickets and grasshoppers sometimes sing;
and faeries dance from midnight till way past,
leaving faint notes written in fairy rings.
You'll find poems among soft cloud faces
They catch a ride on drops of summer rains.
They sing in spider webs' lyrical spaces
while lady spiders spin lacy refrains.
Garden faeries write words with flower dust
sending them whispering into the wind.
They toss and float til finding verbs to trust
so poetic thoughts may, at last, begin.
Words from my memory of poems I've read
are blossoms to be treated tenderly.
The thoughts they evoke are poems just bred
and add emphasis to poems to be.
I hope you'll enjoy my poetry garden
and find a few blossoms waiting for you.
If I left the rake on the walk, pardon--
I had some synonyms to attend to!
The mountain looks across a sea gazing
as it crawls beholding living waves move amazing Grace
echoing gull's lament falls upon deaf ears
silence freezes over iced laced as they that breathe out
from salted whispers footprints scream injustice
Nurtured with the twilight covers ebony
dressed in sparkling silver starlight
where perfection has been misplaced
At the gate without hope as seen for it's strong virtues
realities shadows quickly reaches the summit
consumed far fetched mad as a hatter hounds of words
spell disaster smoking guns disadvantaged creation
This planet has lost the plot completely
with dishonest crooks filled with mercury heavy lead
back to front doses evolve helpless beings
small measures begins poisoning the weak minded fools
In those whom use the upside down Bible
for no good cause stumbling at the hurdles chariots on fire
spoken of at the burning bush our ten laws etched on stone
take your heathen temple out of our land
Steel blue eyes matching hair
concentrating hanging on every word
Wrinkles form around the perimeter
Guarded, buttressed full natural lips
Intently hanging on every word
Kicked by unaware intruder
Mindlessly stumbles over a misplaced foot
focus back to ancients
Partners hair white as untouched snow
at daylight
Oblivious to the world
They chat, express entwine
Lands lending to the intensity
of their conversation
Bent elbow on sunlit sill
show slits of silver of her eyes
locked in on orator slight
response reflective repose …
Animated expressions
move this speech
Steely eyes locked in
rock back now broad smile.
Lunch is over …
One score minus two, on my own,
a strange invitation to dine,
green behind the ears, all unknown,
Mrs. Johnson, how can I decline?
Why this interest she has shown?
In her world, wasn't I misplaced?
Rough and crude, just barely grown,
amidst her femininity and taste.
Among her furnishings and photographs,
my pulse raced. I thought, "this is it".
I've not heard this new way she laughs.
It feels sinful and illicit.
I felt her fragrant, silky touch,
while before me falling down
(as painted fingernails clutch)
her flowing hair and gown.
I can't forget the dim lit room,
dressing table, bottle of perfume.
Place not your trust in princes,
who may dump you in the muck,
where, as history oft evinces
you will be for ever stuck.
A cardinal this lesson learned,
Thomas Wolsey for to name.
All his fawning only earned
ill fortune and great shame:
"If I had served God half as well
as I have my noble sire,
I, now hearing my last knell
would honorably retire:
"Place not your trust in any man,"
Jan Hus said at the stake,
where ill winds the flames did fan,
all for the clergy's sake.
Earth's great leaders promise much.
They promise this and that;
they'll promise lots more such and such
as long as they stay fat.
anger is not always a sin
if it's righteous indignation
Biblically anger is that emotion which often compels
us to change our ways so we won't wind up in hell
anger is acceptable as self-defense of others or moral principles are on the line
but an anger that is self-serving is a sin all of the time
for it tends to leave hurt, it tends to leave pain and it tends to leave devastation
selfish anger leads to misplaced affection and/or displaced aggression
it produces feelings of strong displeasure and/or antagonistic behavior
the rage and resentment which goes against the very teachings of Our Savior
the physical effects of selfish anger carry the spirit of unforgivingness
but righteous indignation is the thing that we all need to stress
to be displeased with the way that others are being treated
to be upset over oppression, suppression and the way people are being defeated
we need to handle our anger in way that God can take control
and understand with a change of heart we now have a Biblical goal
to be honest in our communication in the way that we talk
to stay calm in the midst of the storm is the way to walk the walk
to attack the problem and not the person who is in the midst of the trouble
to attack the sin and not the sinner who is in the midst of the struggle
and above all in the spirit of kindness and love we need to act
and never allow the enemy to cause you to over-react
the Bible states "be not hasty in holding resentment in"
you need to let go and let God show you the way to win
don't let the danger of anger ever put you on a defensive attack
recognize God in all things and you'll stay on the right spiritual track
for the enemy will try to use and abuse you and have you disconnected
from the power supply that is Our God which has you spiritually corrected
as anger seems to always rests in the bosom of fools
so never let the enemy attempt to take you to school
so don't respond, don't resent and above all never over-react
stay calm, stay focused on the sin and never let the danger of anger distract
Like searching for a poison
To heal a healthy heart.
Like sacrificing all reason
In hopes of being smart.
Life crumbles before us
We didn't see because we were rushing.
To high to realize
We hate this life we're lusting.
Wonder where your dreams went?
They use to come with sleep.
Another thing you lose
When you start to tweek.
Your friends and family fade away
As your jealous drug demands more time.
They ask you how you are doing
You always say your fine.
So busy doing nothing
During those days we somehow misplaced.
Gazing into a crystal ball for hours
Looking for extra time to waste.
I lay in an empty room
As my friend drives away.
Looking for a remedy
To cure a normal day.
on her lawn
four pink plastic flamingos
peak above a March snowbank
twisted forms caught in forlorn evasion
beak-body contortions like wrestlers resilient
in pretzel formation
unmanageable remnants of warmer days
denied the dignity of upright
plastic muck ups, a nostalgic weep of summer
wishing a solar Florida footing
their caught spirit of iced- playfulness
a pink flamboyance
teasing an icy surface
four plastic birds, frozen status
kitsch defensive
misplaced images like on-line love
wing swept longing
to flee this barren snowbank
nudging a tardy spring's erosion
with its courtship fringes
Poem posted April 13, 2023
I lost her, not like a misplaced key,
But like a star that slowly fades,
Disappearing from the night sky, leaving a void
Of profound darkness, an abyss of unfulfilled dreams.
In the cracks of time, our loss hid itself,
In those seconds that slipped by unnoticed,
When my eyes gazed upon other horizons,
Believing we had an eternity,
But eternity stealthily crept away,
Like a thief of shadows, stealing our love.
I lost her, not with a deafening noise,
But with a gentle whisper, a quiet goodbye,
Which I didn't hear until it was too late,
When she had become just a ghost of the past,
A memory that dissolves at a touch,
Like smoke that scatters in the wind.
I wonder now, in the silence of the night,
Where did that star go, that light that guided my steps?
Time flows mercilessly, and I remain here,
Engulfed in the melancholy of a lost love,
Seeking answers in the gaps between the stars.
When I lost her, I lost a part of myself as well,
A part that will never return,
A part that now lives only in memories,
In those ephemeral moments of happiness,
In those instances of pure magic.
In this stream of thoughts, I feel how sadness intertwines with magic,
How longing becomes a spell that keeps me a prisoner of the past,
An endless search, a breeze
That whispers her name every night.
I lost her, but a part of her will always remain here,
In my soul, like a fallen star,
Like a promise of a sky full of fulfilled wishes.
In this universe of melancholy, where time holds no power,
And where every memory is a magic that dresses reality
In a garment of illusions, I search for her,
That lost star, that light
That still burns somewhere, far away,
In the vastness of my longing.
Where went my package, ordered long ago?
The app displays delivered, but no proof waits
At the door, nor at the store—no box, no crates,
Whereto my package? I simply don’t know…
Was it stolen, picked up by some joe schmo?
Or lost in transit, misplaced, dropped, as fate’s
Great comedy, with mischievous whim dictates?
Whereto my package? I really don’t know…
This stupid app is just no help, I swear,
The tracking code is gone, the “Contact us”
Is missing, or hiding in some strange place,
Tucked away from consumers unaware.
Oh! and to what end, all this tedious fuss?
Where is my package? There’s not a damn trace…