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The sky and sea intermingled as a mist evolved.
Soon a moon appeared surrounded by tiny stars.
From the beach, a whisper of awe arose, all wondered
Onlooking the misty phenomenon of a beauty rarely seen.
Night fell and some bathers rested on the sandy beach.
Could the sky kiss the sea, most wondered musing a lot.
It was a sensation of wonder and mystifying occurrence
Yet finally most lay down into a deep sleep and dreamt.
A summerlike breeze swirled around them prodding dreams.
Most wondered what could one find beyond the horizon.
Many felt that beyond was a void, others dreamt of sunken ships.
But many dreamt of fantastic beings that hovered around.
Soon the sun rose from faraway. Ships sailed placidly
And on the horizon, a cruise ship manoeuvred to far off lands.
In my minds eye surely it’s skewed,
But I can’t fish out the bad eggs from the shells,
The baby’s flushed down with the bathwater,
And I’m so utterly screwed.
Clean the seat, hide it beneath the fibres,
But still, there’s Scarcity, and Squalor beneath the gown,
I glance back to see if you’ve noticed
I need you to pull me back, and lead me to the cure for being a miser.
Is your flame so malleable, because mine keeps giving ,
You’re 10 times my age, Spirit, they’re all older,
But least resistance is the smoothest path,
So pity their thinly veiled tact of acting none the wiser.
The beauty’s all yours,
It’s in your eyes not mine.
It doesn’t reflect the light,
So I never got to be the beholder.
Tell me you’re concerned by our lack of knowledge,
But you didnt make that cut,
And where were you
During my four AM forage?
And now you’ve etched your memoirs into my brain; that’s a users manual.
An old pro, I’m a jack of this trade,
And you’re the master of the flies on the wall,
Prodding me whilst laying low.
You think you’re the knowing eyes in my kitchen,
Yet you ask me: is this hunger? Is this habit?
But we’re cut from different reams of cloth,
It isn’t even the same fabric.
My arm drags along the floor.
Seemed harmless as a curled up skeleton finger.
Shrugged so much that I felt loopy.
She has some sort of way to play with cobwebs.
Spiraling and laughing.
She likes the creases of bone.
Creases, whirling, and shoulders hurting, dragging.
I have a lot of enemies prodding me.
Seemed harmless as a bone in my foot.
This one decided to follow my footprints made of candy syrup.
Was so tempting that she climbed in between my shoulder blades like nothing.
The protruding feeling rambles on.
I have enemies, sometimes, I try to…
Other times, it’s just me and a skeleton, and me too.
And those bones?
They seemed more cracked yesterday.
For our friend, Caren:
RELAXATION OF FAERIE FOREST
dosido, arm in arm
through the pinefill
of faeries. celebratory shakes,
knowing nothing of masks.
protected from human mistakes.
clinking of teacups
“Morning, dear.”
the scent of honeysuckle
and lilacs.
invitation of forest minds,
muses tempting, plotting,
prodding.
fluttering petals, prams
giggling.
girltime in volition.
the whispers are cheering, cherry blossoms
with twirling wings
whirligigs of chimes, tinkling.
zephyr zests the piney invitation
of relaxation — imagination unreal.
silken hues, scarves dance like a chinese dragon.
my dear friend’s amused. she smiles, unconfused.
serendipity of each new introduction, production
by Ann of Appletree, Beatrice of Begonia, Calise of Calliope.
explosion of applause by humans...
teeth whitened by sunlight...
lips spread as if puppet strings of gold suspended them…
my friend cheered up as they nickname her
Eeyore of Eglantine.
A muse slants her eyes from under the bough
a bit jealous
but a “tee hee,” develops and a wee hand
covers her mouth
but she remembers to cover it and pout.
She shouts,”All hail Eeyore of Eglantine!” then rolls
her eyes, a bit too cute.
Someone’s suspicious!
1/22/2021
Blessed by God* to fulfill varied multi-faceted roles
Dressing-up well is vital among my functional goals.
Notable are engagements prodding me to don special blue raiment
And recalling them gives me delightful excitement.
As Dad’s first daughter, I had a light blue that propped my princess’ poise
Enthralling my heart, that blissfully approved Mom’s best choice.
Then there was a royal blue, expressing my communication zest
Making me look dignified ‘til I triumphed in my high school oratorical contest.
Years later, I wore a powder blue, meant for my dear brother’s wedding
Accordingly accentuating my composure while tears of joy kept shedding.
With my emceeing skills, I’ve been asked to serve as program host
Hence exposing blue dresses’ hues and shades of jubilant mood’s post.
In our clan reunion, I was in my Mom’s blue dress with mirth’s pleasure
Sure enough, I received comments I believe were compliments’ treasure.
Thus is me with my blue dress’ history
Revealing a part of my personality in this poetic expository.
*2Samuel 22:47 The LORD liveth; and blessed be my rock; and exalted be the God of the rock of my salvation.
December 31, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND choice 9 any theme any form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/29/2020.
There's a legion of doc-ologists to keep us on our feet.
A glance in the telephone book reveals a list complete!
Seems there's an "ologist" to care for us from head to wiggly toes,
Prodding, poking and dosing to ease our miserable woes!
Praise the Lord for geront-ologists who care for folks my age,
To ease our minds, hold our hands ushering us t'ward dotage!
Then there are the psych-ologists who meddle in our head.
The practice of the proct-ologists is better left unsaid!
The dermat-ologists who cleansed our faces of acne as a teen,
Now hassle us about slathering ourselves with sunscreen!
I'll never understand how anesthesi-ologists operate off hand,
But I know their potions ease the pain as we relax in la-la-land!
Gynec-ologists specialize in treating ladies' singular ills,
Including that vexatious time marked by hot flashes and icy chills!
Cardi-ologists are vital for keeping us alive and kicking,
Checking aortas and such to ensure our hearts keep ticking!
I'll coin the term "the-ologists" who deal with our languid souls,
Directing our thoughts upward beyond mere earthly goals!
Radi-ologists, ur-ologists, "other-ologists", I could go on ad infinitum.
Lastly, there are cosmet-ologists to pretty us up when we succumb!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
I have the rhythm of a winding road
how do I consign myself to being confined...
rows of poplar pillars prop
rendezvous canopies beneath we meet
—I self-cajole on ooh-la-la afternoon
yellow eyes; daffodils watching
lean into gossip groups nodding
a prodding breeze instigating deep-freeze—
I am a sweet weed in this place of sway and betray
with a stranger I stroll my arranged betrothed
height of his black top hat challenges trees
much like Corinthian columns
guards of an aisle I must walk —dear God! must walk
trepidation trips down my bridal spinal column
tiger eyes; lilies watching wish they were me
dare they dream they could uproot their roots like me
wish they could wedding waltz like I must —like I must
but their envy-leaves remain embrace-less
—I secretly envy lilies’ arms empty of yet unmet love
daffodils; empty-headed —laugh
they try to read my mind to fill their own
what do I care of their curdled thoughts lemon tart
and orange lilies’ with their brocade brimstone
what do I fear of fire-breathers burn of words
undergrowth feels the square heels of my lace-up boots
post impression grows more expressive than first—
beware French tongues of sundew and burdock burr
marriage-carriage rolls in ruts to Versailles
where my coerced corset of hooks and ties lie
rhythm of a winding road dies in minuet strangle-hold
I miss an open fire.
Warmth, these days,
is breathed out of the thin lips
of a plastic vent commanded
by a button.
There is nowhere now
where I can sit
and stare into the depths
of a dancing flame,
enter that sacred space
where thoughts and mystery
meet and reconnects something
in me to its earliest roots.
I miss how an open fire
centres life around its glow,
how it works to draw us in,
gathers us to share
in its living warmth.
I miss how it fills in the silence
with its sounds,
the crackle, the whispering hiss,
the sudden bump
of a falling log. I miss
poking and prodding
the charcoal remains, breaking
them apart and seeing embers
ignite into a bright spill of flame.
I miss the smell
of burning wood, the incense
that first sanctified our ancestors
humble homes and awakened
a wonder that set us off
on our human quest.
I get it that an open fire is now
not an environmentally friendly
choice but a polluting relic
of the past. I know
the romance of it
no longer thrives.
It's rather like old religion,
better gone, but it leaves
a hole in our lives.
January 16 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 46-48
Key Verse – Genesis 46:3 And he said, I am God, the God of thy father: fear not…
FAITH IN GOD WHO SAYS, "FEAR NOT"
God says, “Fear not” as He cheers us by His goodness-nurturing
Perfectly speaking to us His truth for our spiritual bearing
Prodding our spirits to rise, by faith, toward service-gearing---
Praises be to Him for leading us through His ministerial rearing.
God says, “Fear not” as He ushers us toward conversion-revival
Perfectly directing to us live in His will while waiting for Christ’s arrival
Protecting our hearts, to stand by faith, in our transformation-upheaval---
Praises be to Him for feeding us for our physical and divine survival.
God says, “Fear not” as He instructs us for stewardship-occupation
Perfectly guiding us to His pasture of constant provision
Performing in our activities, to do best by faith, in His blessed situation---
Praises be to Him for securing us until we are old midst His compassion.
God says, “Fear not” as He teaches us for victorious pilgrimage-attainment
Perfectly keeping us in His eternal possession’s fulfillment
Pouring out to our nourishment, to stay strong by faith, in our commitment---
Praises be to Him for upholding us against fainting because of ailment.
God says, “Fear not” as He enlightens us toward wisdom-prevailing
Perfectly removing from us frustration loss and anxious failing
Pressing our dedication to soar, by faith, with His grace and love’s sealing---
Praises be to Him for drawing us nigh to Him through His calling.
God says, “Fear not” as He tests us of our submission-earnestness
Perfectly making us fruitful by His provisions’ bountifulness
Powering our trust to lean, by faith, on His assurance-steadfastness---
Praises be to Him for sanctifying us by His righteousness.
God says, “Fear not” as He drives us toward His triumph-delight
Perfectly helping us walk upon His holiness-road along His light
Paving our way to share the Gospel, by faith, midst prayerful plight---
Praises be to Him for guarding us from sinfulness’ blight. Amen!
January 16, 2025
(Real Story)
It has been a dolorous and dreadful day
When my heart into shattered shards smashed
Knowing my sister was diagnosed with a tumor
Growing unnoticed n' unaddressed within her head
That gave her intense and instant headaches
Ascribing the symptoms to migraine
Which she was having for long
Painkillers and medicines were taken.
But her unease grew deadlier than before
Reaching a point she could no longer endure.
It was then an MRI was taken
And the tumor was surgically removed.
Now I stay with fingers crossed
To get a comforting pathology report
With hopes in my heaving heart,
Prayers in my trembling lips
And my eyes raised to Almighty God.
Will a happy news fall in my ears soon?
So, my deep dread will give way to hope
My pain, without delay, shall usher in joy
And the darkness blinding me will open to light.
Ever and anon, through smiles and giggles,
Through every twist and turn of life,
We were together like a pair of tweeny twins,
Prodding and prompting each other to move ahead.
All I want to hear is, it’s Meningioma, benign
Not likely to spread or cause serious harm
Her dear ones stay with fingers crossed
That a happy news, like the early beams of light
Shall filter through the thin curtain of their hearts,
Dispelling the hovering gloom and grief away.