Long Peaceful Poems
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Oh, peaceful sentinel of green,
With sweeping boughs and leafy screen!
Most trees provide a tranquil shade,
For picnickers in any glade
But you, O Willow, choose to smite,
And pummel passersby all night!
While common willows gently weep,
You cause the very bones to leap!
With one swift swish, you wreck a car,
And launch a Ford into a star.
You care not for a bird or bee,
An equal-opportunity brute tree.
You guard a dark and secret door,
Where furry friends pace on the floor.
A gentle poke upon your bark
Will freeze you silent in the dark,
A magic trick of wood and limb,
To keep your temper rather trim!
So hail the violent, twisted wood!
Misunderstood, yet understood.
The only tree, we must agree,
That strikes right back at botany!
One of the benefits to being an early riser…
is I am blessed to hear and see the interplay
between the night as she clocks out
and cedes the mountains to the day.
There is a lonely owl who, if I’m early enough,
from her spot hidden in the trees
sings a lovely nightly swan song and sets it on the breeze.
She sings in a beautiful soprano…
clear, peaceful and bright…
as she anticipates the day…
with one final nocturne to the night
I think of it as the concluding song of an opera
and how, once her final song is through,
the birds who wake up with the day
begin their musical revue.
Perhaps she’s singing a wake-up song
A gentle musical number
into the ears of the morning birds
awakening them from their slumber.
And perhaps their singing in the morning
once their music fills the sky…
which to me seems like a symphony
to the owl …s a lullaby.
At any rate is it a wonderful way
for each new day to begin…
watching and listening to the nigh clock out
while the day is clocking in.
My tree of strength, my beautiful solitude spot,
I come to you to rest, My tired body, my tears to shed,
My tree of solitude, may your strong branches give me shade,
My tree of solitude, you bring a smile upon my face, forever I will be grateful for your warmth, and grace.
My tree of solitude, I lay beneath you, as the winds gently blow, your gentle branches, singing me to a calming sleep, I lay beneath you to remember my beloved son, who loved nature with all his heart,
for now I know he is with me in the peaceful moment, thank you my sacred tree, until we meet again,
may you stand tall and strong, with your long branches, to keep my spot nice and warm.
When production is at an all time high,
but the few who are employed are struggling to get by,
because purchasing power has taken a rapid descent,
Everything Soon Stops, no more working system.
We are all currently headed in that direction,
the inevitable collapse of the monetary system,
not just in my country, but all of the world's nations,
who continue to enforce this failed antiquated system.
This will not require the overthrow of any government.
Just leave it alone and continue being complacent,
and it will overthrow itself in the end.
The transition can be either peaceful or violent,
but if we are to make a peaceful transition,
we must all begin some immediate planning,
because I can see this all very likely happening,
within the time frame of the present generation.
ROCKY HORROR MARRIAGE
Ecstatic
Serene Peaceful,
Untroubled, gleeful, carefree
Spouse, Marriage dedicated, faithful,
Secretive, unforthcoming, stealthy
Mysterious, fearful,
Petrified
Postscript: These are the thoughts I had having completed watching the 2nd season of Ozark. For those that have seen the series Ozark, you will understand
that I am referring to Mr. and Mrs. Snel - evil Darlene!
Towards the end of late morning,
As noon was approaching,
And people went about their usual chores
A mighty rush of water
Swept them right off their feet.
No one knew what was happening,
Innocent children drowned
Into the deep depths of the water..
Waves crashed furiously -
The happiness and joys of the morning
Were now plunged into darkness.
There were enormous cloud bursts -
The cause of devastating floods,
Natural landslides,
Gradually spreading like wildfire
To other peaceful areas.
A great statue that once stood tall,
Was submerged up to the neck,
Some survivors clung to it for support,
Trying to locate their lost families,
Others looking for logs of woods
For getting themselves to safety -
The happiness and joys of the morning,
Were now plunged into darkness.
Several villages were sunk,
Others were lost forever,
Thousands of creatures died,
Buildings collapsed - Crashing over vehicles..
Which were to be destroyed by the mighty, strong currents.
The reason for this disaster
Which started off at noon,
Is still unclear to us –
Was Mother Nature upset
Because we disrespect her?
Was She shedding tears
To teach humans a lesson?
Note: This is about the disaster that occured in the Northern part of India in 2013.
The Goddess Of The Moon looked down,
Upon the quiet garden.
She watched night creatures at play,
The Owl, Raccoon and Marten,
Seeking as they do each night,
Their simple, humble fare,
And smiled as she watched them,
The breeze catching her hair.
The silver strands float all about,
Her visage so exciting,
So ethereal, so mystical,
Her crystal gaze enticing.
I come each night to watch her dance,
While everyone is sleeping,
And all is quiet, peaceful, still,
The lovely maid comes sweeping,
Silver streaks of moonlight,
Through town and wood and glen,
Then morning comes and she is gone,
Till moon rise comes again.
Our Tree
Carrying green, luscious needles on gracefully stretching limbs,
Strong, straight trunk holding all that bounty together,
Emitting cool, spicy fragrance that touches our senses with delight,
The Christmas tree is reaching for us.
We see, we smell, we hold this wonder of nature;
We tie it to the top of our car and carry it home
With expectant smiles of happy times to come.
After a short rest in our peaceful back yard,
The day comes when we bring it into the house.
Without any struggle it stands and soon holds strands
of twinkling lights, making it glow and sparkle.
Friends join us in decorating,
We are surrounded by boxes of treasures,
we remember each ornament and relive
the moment it was created, or given to us by a loved one.
“This is the first ornament we bought after we were married,
The girls painted these when they were, oh, maybe 6 and 8 years old,
And these with roses on them are the last gift from Dad, before we lost him.
Our son loved the Lionking, so we got him this ornament.”
“I made these when I was going through my wood working phase,
And this is from a very dear friend.
My sister found this cat ornament, knowing I like cats,
And here is this year’s find I bought at the Christmas place.”
Now it’s time for a break, coffee and cookies.
But soon we look upon the masterpiece
we created with satisfaction.
“Oh, it’ so beautiful!” my heart sings.
This tree would win no price at a contest,
It has no color theme, only love and joy.
It carries the precious memories of times gone by,
Of a loving family and lots of good friends.
I believe the tree likes it .
It stretches with all the glitter and smiles proudly.
I wake up to it’s wonderful pine scent,
Thinking:” It’s Christmas time!
I love it”
I always hear the sound of guitars strumming
harmonica music and cowboys humming
when I feel a warm night breeze upon my face
Whenever I look at a summer night sky
or hear the sound of a coyote's lonesome cry
it always takes me back to that peaceful place
Where men who did not care where they spit or cussed
with wrinkled leather faces covered in dust
would gather around the glowing campfire light
Singing those songs about how life used to be
when cowboys on the range were peaceful and free
until the day’s work tucked us in for the night
We’d rise up each day even before it was dawn
throw on a hat, a shirt, and shove our boots on
ride out to the herd to meet the rising day
It may not have been a fancy life that’s true
seems we always had a million chores to do
but this old cowboy still dreams of living that way
February 12 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 3-4
Key Verse – Numbers 3:4 And Nadab and Abihu died before the LORD, when they offered strange fire before the LORD, in the wilderness of Sinai, and they had no children: and Eleazar and Ithamar ministered in the priest's office in the sight of Aaron their father.
HEART THAT WILL NOT OFFER STRANGE FIRE BEFORE THE LORD
Our heart will not offer strange fire before the Lord, admonished by His warning
Indeed, we abide by His strengthening
Toward His perfect will of great grace-dining
And not to forsake Him because of sinning.
Our heart will not offer strange fire before the Lord, charged by His courage
Indeed, we stay in His covenant midst worldliness’ flirty marriage
Toward His promised land of bountiful provision-storage
And not to provoke Him to anger along jealousy rage.
Our heart will not offer strange fire before the Lord, upheld by His kindness
Indeed, we trust His Word with His faithfulness
Toward His purposeful plan that glorifies Him with His goodness
And not to doubt Him due to unbelief’s stubbornness.
Our heart will not offer strange fire before the Lord, moved by His command
Indeed, we follow His instructions upon precepts’ so heavenly grand
Toward His protective security of peaceful obedience-propped demand
And not to rebel against Him whenever our iniquities He does reprimand.
Our heart will not offer strange fire before the Lord, cheered by His victory
Indeed, we esteem His presence in telling the Gospel story
Toward His prevailing triumph of holy worship-glory
And not to frustrate Him in our vanity that brings misery.
Our heart will not offer strange fire before the Lord, enclosed by His leadership-tie
Indeed, we delight in His care as He drives us to faith-high
Toward His persistent compassion that keeps us as the apple of His eye
And not to displease Him with our deceit and lie.
Our heart will not offer strange fire before the Lord, taught by His Word
Indeed, we salute His standards along His Spirit’s sword
Toward His commendable approval as He has favoured
And not to dishonour Him with our disobedience that is evil-savoured.
February 12, 2026