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THE CARE OF A ROSE
(A Crash Course)
Lesson One
(Undone)
Today we begin
Not a sin
Not to know
Roses grow
(Who will sow?)
*
A knot
A vine
A pass
In time
(Who will go?)
It starts with a clip
A nip in the bud
Careless or
Cautious
In the make
For a tug
On a heart
On a tell
For a cupid
(Oh well)
The rose has a mention
A moment in time
For a sorry
(A say)
In a reason
(Not rhyme)
In a lesson
A level
Of a sweet
For a now
In an always
An after
For a day dear
With how
(Who will know?)
~
It blossoms
In basking
In a touch
By a sun
Met with
A maybe
For a moment
In mean much
And done
*
It’s easy
The clear just
A day with
A dawn
For a next
With a now
In the know
For a gone
(Who will sow?)
~
It’s never
And nearer
With a make
On a string
Like a heart of
A hero with
A ribbon to bring
~
In a take
On a stance
The lesson
(A glance)
Like leaving
It brings back
A costly of
A due
Like a mist
In the morning
To bring back
A few
°
So Listen
The wonder is
A view for
A straight
The answers
(Past questions)
For the thorn
Of no fate
The whether
The tether
The fit for
The clue
At bring back
A blossom
For a dear
(As in new)
The orders
The border
The bring back
So clear
The roses
The reasons
The care for
A near
~
At meaning
At margins
For a see with
A sow
(Who will know?)
The fragrance
The day spent
And gone
LESSON TWO
(For a few)
The lessons
Like leaving
Past the last
Of a reason
No rhythm
Or rhyme
(Alas)
~
The sorrows
The silly
The heart with
A flame
The sowing
The knowing
By remember
(A name)
The always
The ally
The sprout
Or a spur
The nearer
The clearer
For a rose next
To her
For B-
June
2016
With age my spirit’s settled down and takes things in it’s stride,
That’s not to say it doesn’t soar, and treasure every ride.
It’s just more careful flying kites when there’s no wind about,
For time has taught it better ways and not to scream and shout.
For years I chased my every dream, though most of them came true
There’s still a lot I’ve got to learn and more I want to do.
But now I look with different eyes at everything in sight,
There’s things that any way I try, I never could get right.
To look at what’s achievable, then do a little more,
Is better far than climbing high, to fall back on the floor.
I set my sights on things I feel I just ‘may not’ achieve,
And find I often manage these, then new tasks I’ll conceive.
My spirit’s settled down with age, but hasn’t gone to sleep,
It’s learned that gentle stretching is a better way to reap
The things I’ve always wanted and the goals for which I’ve aimed,
Than reaching out to catch the moon to find I’ve nothing gained.
So just because I now stretch out for things far nearer earth,
It doesn’t mean that new ideas will never see their birth.
I’ve climbed my highest mountains and I’ve swam in stormy seas,
But now I’ve found a better way to give me all I please.
I measure out the distance, then just add a little more,
It’s all the ‘little’ things we gain make life worth living for.
And when you are successful, then I think that you’ll agree,
You do not need to rule the world to keep your spirit free.
Ivor G Davies
Sea of blue drifts to a balmier port of call
Last satiating beams from soaring canopy sprawl
From distant, seamless divide swarthy portents fall
Nearer, a blood orange ridge ballasts spiralling ball
A mercurial prism swaggers on horizon as flittering shades draw
Satin clouds now tinged with streaks of gray into the porous rotunda withdraw
Twilight's encroaching shadows the availing light doth pall
As dusk's ashen shroud spreads its bleary shawl
Gilded eagles through the vapid recess trawl
Slowly Night's inky jets across the airy expanse do scrawl
As Sailor's moon from the darken undertow doth crawl
Anon, twinkling sprites appear each prancing freely in designated stall
A galaxy of flood lights dancing blithely in sable hall
Not like answers Questions call
Near to borders
Beckons fall
Next to empty Plenty full
Not like answers Questions pull
No and nearer
Ask to tell
Brings a bargain
Not like well
Mix and meaning
Answers some
Catch and fleeting All to none
Then to nearer
Down to stall
Ask then questions Answers fall
Broke and clearer Next to be
Move to margins
Sure to see
Down to always
Answers tell
Up to listen
Then to well
Not like Answers Questions test
Can to calling
Answers best
Not like answers Questions call
GOD'S KIND OF POETRY
I love you, don't you feel?
Have faith. Trust me.
I am here, I am real.
I love you 'til the ends of the earth
to the bottom of my heart..
From minute dusts, I adjust
forming you with my own bear hands
Appointing you to be on high command
over animals, plants and all others I planned
I love you, don't you feel?
Have faith. Trust me.
I am here, I am real.
I trust you much I let you run and roam
I got upset you chose lure than obedience
But, I love you so so much that I am still here
a father waiting for you to come home
Arms spread wide ready to embrace you tight
Aching to show you more of my love and light
I love you, don't you feel?
Have faith. Trust me.
I am here, I am real.
I know you have been on trash or myriad tests
to which sometimes you're on bended knee with tears
Asking; Swearing; Doubting me when bad surprises
cascade soak then thoroughly bathe you...
Don't you know that while you are in this...
I am listening to your shake and tremble
I am there next to you, sobbing too..
I am hoping for you to remember ME.
I am hoping for you to call my name.
As I am eager, so eager, to share your burden
I am ardent, so ardent, to make you smile.
I love you, don't you feel?
Have faith. Trust me.
I am here, I am real.
I love you much that if needed I will sacrifice
With all I am, I will draw you nearer to me
Not with golden armory of might or power
but with the Spirit, I have sent to be with you
to remind you that I am here, always with you.
Just don't you forget to seek me and my Words.
I love you, don't you feel?
Have faith. Trust me.
I am here, I am real.
(c)Olive Eloisa
10:54 pm
September 09, 2014
*** inspired by one of my favorite Christian song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j37Oz1lmnfU
and Romans 8:37-39:
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.
"Ignition"
Magic sits with you
you wait and you listen
for messages from the other side
this is true
this addiction impressive
you write her your gift
you whisper words as you write,
she sees you, she listens
very close
always present
you can't see her, she's missing
you write him his riff
some ephemeral missive
he is in accord, in his truth, he is implicit
a ghost
sits with you
empathically diligent
you look at life
and wonder where it is
wiping away the tears
you cry
then you grieve
she sighs
phantom sighs
he looks over his shoulder
there is no one there
yet he smiles
passion fire reigns
in your hands
you hold it in close
to move all the wild horses
you whisper ever nearer
towards you
sentences,
corrals to be open
in all your fierce dreams,
you hold onto believe
wild creatures
can never be tamed
they must
of their own free will
come to you
they shall advance;
Love’s gift
always commands
picture this vision
the world lives inside you
asleep not yet risen
within you the dormant key
waits for its driver
it anxiously turns
like a fretting
child
in its sleep
woken
ignition
to drive off the plateau
no longer asleep
without fear of Love
into the
Deep
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
gvlm
kobi, moonie
“Love of Strings” / Moby
https://youtu.be/tdo7s16l04g
“This is what I believe:
That I am I.
That my soul is a dark forest.
That my known self
will never be more
than a little clearing in the forest.
That gods, strange gods,
come forth from the forest
into the clearing of my known self,
and then go back.
That I must have the courage
to let them come and go.
That I will never let mankind
put anything over me,
but that I will try always
to recognize and submit
to the gods in me
and the gods
in other men and women.
There is my creed.”
D.H. Lawrence
My childhood started to end when it’s power began to show.
With a trash bag and shovel, into the forest we go.
My first, father buried under a tree.
Watching and realizing, one day it will be me.
Every dog since then, holding them as others push plungers,
So that my best friends, wouldn’t have to die alone with strangers.
At twenty, in a parlor, lays a friend’s five year old brother,
Seeing God in the eyes of that child’s mother.
I can still see her standing beside his little coffin.
Now with kids of my own, I think of her often.
Understanding faith and how it will get you thru,
And respecting other’s choices on just what is true.
The family’s new patriarchs and matriarchs have buried the old.
After two generations, memories start to grow cold.
As my shadow grips me tighter with pain and in mirror.
With every day’s night, in my bed, it snuggles nearer.
On the units of my profession, souls lay in procession.
Crossing many shadows in a day with acts of compassion.
Peace at the hour of sleep with Ambien,
Theirs to keep until waking up to the truth again.
Wiping the tears that run down their face,
When words can’t give what is in an embrace.
Timed by the critical numbers in lab values,
Giving the Artisan no rest from monuments and statues.
Morphine when breathing becomes a battle,
As their disappearing shadow becomes a rattle.
Soon their eyes are frozen in a blank stare.
Auscultating a heartbeat that is no longer there.
Masters give illusions of sleep in a viewing.
In mediums and dreams they are still living.
Headlights of touched souls, in parades of cars,
Belies among Sartre’s roles, the only one that is truly ours?
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Contest: Any Sad Poem
Finalized: 11.03.15
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed: 2nd
Poem Written: 12.10.14
The Flag of Our Nation
Belongs to all that stand.
We hold together this land,
one person to another,
part of the fabric,
of all that we hold dear.
Red, White and Blue,
The colors never run!
They are known the world over.
Some fear, some should, some better.
Others need a hero.
Others need a hand.
It is what we stand for…
in this freedom land.
They want to come here,
every one of them...
There is no where like it,
in the world.
Some respect her,
others wish to tear her down.
Hear our hearts beat,
the sound grows louder,
as the elections draw nearer.
“We the people”,
Stand up.
“We the people”,
Take back what is ours.
This is my land,
This is your land,
This is America.
Amen.
A little bird flew into my garden
It was a Robin I think
Lands on my bird table and sits in the water
To bathe and to have a drink
Oblivious at first
To any other thing
Seemed to be enjoying himself
Fluttering his damaged wing
He had obviously been hurt
In some mishap or a scrap
And was taking advantage
Of the water laid on tap
But lurking in the undergrowth
Was Blue, next doors cat, an English Grey
Whose was thinking to himself no doubt?
To catch our robin redbreast
Before he flew away
So stealthily creeping nearer
As our little friend did rest
Oblivious to the danger he was in
So far away from his safe nest
But I need not have been worried
Because when the cat did pounce from off the floor
Our Robin was more alert than I thought
And flew in through my door
Standing on my kitchen table
He looked a funny sight
With one wing barely moveable
As he twittered by the light
I put out my hand and he jumped on
As if to say, I know I will be all right
Then I bathed his little damaged wing
And used matchsticks as struts to mend the break
Then bandaged it all up together
A real injured soldier did he make
He stayed indoors with me for almost a week
Sleeping in a box underneath the stairs
His injuries keeping him in a sedate mood
Until, I removed his temporary repairs
Then he flapped his wings and chirped away
So, I opened up the door
And he flew away so majestically
Sadly for me, to be seen no more
Sooth this irrational rage resplendent in its affliction
See through the foolish drawls that make up my surrounding core
Understand I see each flaw of mine in light of your brilliance
Not to compare yours to my worth as wretches do thrash in vain,
But to mold along your own tapestries,
And rightfully, in threads of gold, sustain
Oh, can it be as I request your stay,
That you are truly aware of the magic in your poetic sway
Of a life so drawn to the scaffolds of your welcoming mind
To see its dream, structure, and its whole, combined
It must be so, oh enthralling writer,
That we see through lenses reflecting all shimmers of might
Sifting and searching beneath all shades of blue
To find our reflections have touched surfaces we still yet discover
Within myself and you
And my love, it must be so,
That in your makings, your labors, your loves
I find myself not only nearer, but clearer,
As this budding rose no longer wavers in irksome winds of her doubt
Tremoring in such loathsome drawls birthed by some distant, parched earth
You, in your magic, cultivate and reward such growth
So that this rose ever rejoices her new mirth,
And with your sure, steadfast direction,
Out the very canals that gush your soul’s purpose
You seed her worth, feed her worth, and know her worth
Just as she worships yours