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A dedication to Eileen Ghali
for her prolific production of
inspiring work
Willow Tree = Keyboard
And that’s your only clue
Hurricane Eileen - The Storm
As darkness drew nearer
Light falling to drearer
I knew, the night was a foul
The windows were slashed
By her white lightening blast
Down the chimney old windy did howl
By her orchestrates
He rattles the grates
Appears round each gap in the door
Then in comes her rain
Through cracked window pain
As I witness her latest downpour
How the storm fascinates
With the show she creates
And I sit here and watch her for free
Down on the plain
Taking the strain
She batters the gnarled willow tree
Great thunder clouds form
In the head of the storm
And magic arrives in her sky
Come rivers of rain
With nowhere to drain
The water, a flood, rises high
Then happens a lull
To recharge to the full
Takes time out to contemplate
To be cruel or be kind
She rampages her mind
And comes back, at double the rate
With a boom and a crack
Bursts silver from black
A crescendo of noise fills the ear
And the gnarled willow tree
Writhes in ecstasy
By the pulse of her wild atmosphere
Mixed shadows are cast
By her white lightening blast
Her soul, for a while, exposed
For a moment in time
All is in rhyme
Till her story she chooses to close
As her elements soar
They’re at large with a roar
For hours they’ll dance and they’ll play
Blows the hurricane
Driving her reign
Till had, fulfilment of stay
With her forces unleashed
Her passions released
The storm passes over to light
Once more she has shown
By the tantrum she’s sown
Her strength… her power… her MIGHT.
Form:
ESCAPE PLAN
the sea, red,
shook.
the Lord’s mighty binoculars
he spies out the escape
(God always has a plan)
the waters tossing and turning
(as if in fitful sleep)
the waters were afraid
knowing the power
of the Almighty
twisting, convulsing
clouds emptied out buckets
the skies like clashing cymbals
angels REsounding, reSOunding, resouNDding
waterfalls and cymbals clashing
(God shows up, shows out BIG)
zigzag of arrows, flashing,
dashing,
back and forth
in power and majesty
like a mighty hunter at his height of attack
thunder and twister enhanced
lightning illuminates its lyrics
the conductor orchestrates
the sides of the earth,
its depths quake,
wiping sleep from its eyes
surmising attack
the soil recognizes its Creator
rises from its knees
vibrates at the sound of His voice
obeys
“Yes, Lord”
trembling in fear
quaking in awe
the Great Shepherd leads His people
through the dry watercourse
(by the hands of Moses and Aaron)
mighty waters cling to the banks
left and right of God’s people
the Lord leads the way
without footprints
(the same One who walks on water)
the Egyptian army cannot see
this Shepherd’s path
a seething grave
baubles of chariots
horses wrestling the strong arm of God
at long last the waters are fed
as the Lord promised
12/15/2017
Reference Psalm 77:16-20 (Bible)
Noise in her Mind
I know her so well she came long ago to visit my being
we share beauty and bedlam boudoir and kindest of spirits
She walks like a cat woman hears like a bat feeds birds
quietly she soothes thunder’s volcano howls with the wolves
Klimt’s Kiss Vermeer’s Girl With Pearl Earring Botticelli’s Venus Degas’s
Dancer In Repose Fedro’s Much Better With Age she
absorbs pastel and paint strokes symphonies on canvas
so many facets big bangs and roaring giggling convulsions
Sometimes Woman Laughing from Goya’s dark paintings
a Broken Column like Kahlo’s when some Munch’s Scream
invades and infests silence deep inside her beautiful scull
Voices shout from profuse directions focus condense and
refract confront tease torment disagree and interfere with
calm serene serenades when a few notes tender chords
and accord vanish into cacophonies misleading the song
I know her so well admire her resilience and how she copes
with the noise the disruption and the ballet of so many
different views pandemonious clangour onslaught of turmoil
as she appears calm on the surface orchestrates quiet composure
How she holds it all together I cannot really fathom with all that
jumbling distance so close and yet so far from my innocent mind
My Venus Of Milo has taught me so much most of it all and over
above that imperfection is a wonderful gift and very complete
guitar strings broken
drum pierced and deflated
harpsichord pawned
a moth ridden curtain stuck midway
chords hang silently in quiet retreat
audience retired with petty applause
the show must go on without crowds
sotto voce all that remains
cradles crescendo’s refrain
tunes into a lonely requiem
the music has fallen long ago
notes gather dust on the sheet
usher a melody of resilience
defy the ticket collector’s flight
a poet is birthed into voice
mutes the noise in his mind
a bit sore from his message
stands alone on the soapbox
orchestrates memory’s chime
soothes the fountain of words
defers his premature epitaph
17th May 2020
I know her so well she came long ago to visit my being we share beauty and
bedlam boudoir and kindest of spirits as she walks like a cat woman hears like
a bat feeds birds quietly and soothes thunder’s volcano howls with the wolves
Klimt’s Kiss Vermeer’s Girl With A Pearl Earring Botticelli’s Venus Degas’s Dancer
In Repose Fedro’s Much Better With Age she absorbs pastels and paint strokes on
symphonies’ canvas so many facets big bangs and roaring giggling convulsions
Woman Laughing from Goya’s dark paintings a Broken Column like Kahlo’s when
some Munch’s Scream invades and infests silence deep inside her beautiful skull
Voices shout from profuse directions focus condense and refract confront tease
torment disagree and interfere with calm serene serenades when a few notes
tender chords and accord vanish into cacophonies misleading the song
I know her so well admire her resilience and how she copes with the noise the
disruption the ballet of so many different views pandemonious clangour onslaught
of turmoil while she appears calm on the surface orchestrates quiet composure
How she holds it all together I cannot nearly fathom with all jumbling distance
close to distortion and yet so far from my innocent mind but My Venus Of Milo
taught me so much most of all and over above that imperfection is a wonderful
gift to respect share with my soulmate and lover and is sound and complete
Revised and changed title 27th May 2018
In the crucible of life, where dreams are forged and tested,
A paradoxical truth abides, that sometimes we must let go,
To resurrect anew, like phoenixes from the ashes born,
Our prayers, like seeds sown in the earth, take time to germinate and dawn.
The responses we seek, though delayed, will arrive in perfect time,
For in the celestial clockwork, every moment is precisely aligned,
We relinquish what we hold dear, to acquire something more sublime,
A better chapter unfolds, as the old one fades into the divine.
Problems, like tempests, rage and roar, yet in their wake, we find our strength,
A resilience forged, like tempered steel, to weather life's uncertain length,
So don't surrender to the darkness, don't let despair take hold,
For as long as breath remains, hope's flame still flickers, never to grow old.
Patience, a virtue, oft-repeated, yet rarely practiced with ease,
Pays dividends in time, as the wait proves worthy, like a treasured peace,
The prayers you've prayed, the dreams you've dreamed, the longings of your heart,
Will all converge, like stars aligning, to illuminate a brand new start.
Everything will be okay, the storm will subside, the sun will shine,
Showers of blessings will soon fall upon you, like a benediction divine,
Yah's timing, sublime and perfect, orchestrates the symphony of your life,
So hold on, dear one, just hold on, and trust in the celestial rhyme.
Stay focused, don't let pain define, your vision, blurred by tears,
For in the distance, a horizon beckons, where joy and peace appear,
The wait is worth it, the reward is near, so hold on, don't lose your way,
For in the silence, a gentle whisper says, "All will be well, come what may."
When like a sullen miser, the dark skies relent
unleashing rain to pummel a parched, dry land
grey soaked clouds press forward, a grand event
whipping wind wildly like gusts of lashing strands.
The clash and clamor of a restless storm excites
ignites imagination to great heights of wonder
as lightning streaks and cracks the fragile sky
and thunder presses pounding fists to plunder.
Without reserve, wildlife gather and take cover
motherly trees engulf them with leafy arms
wildcats seek caves, foxes burrow down under
farmers herd their livestock into wooden barns.
Each day God directs His drama in the skies
He orchestrates every movement under the sun
His glory unfolds as we witness with our eyes
for He is Lord over all, He is the Mighty One.
12/28/2021
Updated on 3/23/2023
*Image of Achieve Your Day by Pixabay.
Blessed Moments
As night sleeps gold streaks undisturbedly passive wake
An accordion of yellow feathers flutters dealt reflectively
Breathless swallows delight as robins and wrens chorale
A predawn daystar orchestrates to a climbing crescendo
Anointing a blessed living world of a sacrosanct promise
Openers aimed buds to blossom amid a trail of rainbows
Revitalized by a predawn splashing of persevering dews
An array of augmenting colors gifting aura infused drifts
Lush verdancy sprawls into a meadow's margining a lea
Eucalyptus trees edge a country path curiosity satisfies
Inquisitive eyes passing glance in unpretentious regard
Countenance lavishly smiles into pleasurable exchange
A solar star danced into a zenith reach steadies a noon
Lunch crowds seal the opened sidewalk cafes parasols
Casual discourse with the usual peals of warm laughter
After hours armed-held couples dazzles an empty park
Gatherings command a garden gazebo as a band plays
A cue of kids bid a hotdog stand and an ice cream cart
A fatigued sun blinks dealt an oranged squirt fan skies
Napped kids held, couples snuggle, and pets tethered
The undressed star unsettled by lunas spotlight hides
Town mulls the well-dressed candlelit ambiance mass
As dotted home lights flicker off to aglowed fireplaces
Lunar star promptly enters a zenith reach into twilight.
2022 February 24
*2nd Place*
A Lovely Day
~~BJ Legros Kelley: Judged 2022 March 02
In a higher plane
Against the grain
Along a concrete path.
In search of solace
from those among us
A devastating earthly wrath
Seeking pleas in faces
Running earthly races
Too fast to offer time
Giving chase
Looking for grace
From those in the mundane and grime
I hear a voice say
“Come now, leave the fray.”
“I bear what holds you true.”
His voice, that of verse
Of choir, of song traverse
As if coming from the pews
I see the Man
Holding in his hands
He summons me my gift
A musical note
For me to dote
My life dream now adrift
My note strung together
In a song that’s now forever
Orchestrates still in my heart
Serenades in my veins
Crescendoes my plains
A distinct timbre, no man can part
I hold my note and know
What came with no ribbon, no bow
Came from He above
If im your Adam, you my Eve
We are when three conceive
God, faith and love
Cruising, we pose, in our wonderland chair, towering above our smiles,
dressed in Autumnal orange and black, my arm around you for awhile.
Insouciant in spiffy suit, you sweetheart me in with juniper-mint cologne.
Black strappy-sandals felicitous dangle, I ride side-saddle on the throne.
The bittersweet-background of our portrait burns like a passionate flame.
Such cushy winks of time, lasso that binds, recalls why we share a name.
Surely God orchestrates a camera-angel, who unostentatiously fades,
Gifting regal hearts in silver and gold, an amorous and sensual serenade.
11/9/2019
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