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A hush fell o'er the Little Kirk Presbyterian Congregation,
Anticipating the annual Sunday School Christmas presentation.
The solemn flock, (usually obsessed with predestination),
Relaxed in their pews to enjoy Jesus' birthday celebration!
For weeks, moms had fashioned halos, stars and angels' wings,
Also, beards, crowns and robes for the trio of royal kings.
Over and over, harried teachers rehearsed the little dears.
This promised to be the smoothest pageant production in years!
Alas, things didn't go as conceived from the very start!
Kids bawled for Mom and Dad while others forgot their part!
Tho' Cindy Lou could at times be quite the prima donna,
She was chosen to star in the role of Mary the Madonna.
Little angels hovered about, their wings all askew.
The shepherds milled about not knowing what to do.
Joseph toyed with the Jesus doll and it cried, "I want my mama!"
Causing parishioners to titter, detracting from the drama!
The pastor read the Christmas Story from the account in Luke.
The kids harmonized on "Away in the Manger", a propitious fluke!
They portrayed the Christmas Miracle, despite some serious flaws,
And for their efforts received a standing round of applause!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
viridescent wrench
adventitious
sparks prompt
yet
cloned camouflage
for psyche
rue’d quandary
withered wisps
nebulous
blind sweep
to bolster
plangent paean
of
helium hinged
extraneous
life sojourn
brazen folly
as
crimson cordon
ushers blurred
mystic squall
quirky quilt
engulfing
behemoth blemish
post sequence
encrypted kismet
punctual launchpad
to
wizard woo
violin mesmerizing
allusive pluck
sun-dried spiccato
bouncing bow
on
ear adorned
murmuration
intaglio instant
pregnant alms
luxuriant
gazillion gust
oe’r
hint endowed
sky syndicate’s
phantom limb
an
opulent cascade
ubiquitous umbra
bequeathing
lush serendipity
propitious prism
shadow conjuror
of
lilac lavishness
tangibly material
as
cerebral chakra
intuits rapt
sublime sublimation
Bells ringing off and on
or all on a sudden !
Bells to alert ! Whatever :
Call of classes or shows to start or let those be over !
Symbolising beginning and ending on scheduled hours.
Bells give signal, making final.
Bells of alarm clock ring giving wake up call.
Door bells alarming family to welcome visitors.
Reindeer driving sledge of Santa Clause
sometimes with swift speed, sometimes giving pause ,
as sledge running beside boxwood hedge hiding shy snowdrops,
silver bells ringing on merriment.
Bell of love suddenly rings in charm on special moment :
Auspicious, propitious.
Mind dreamed, heart thrilled and soul sensed serenity.
Sound of chimes in wedding bell
to ward off evil spirits bringing good luck to newlyweds.
soft tinkling of tiny bells in anklet of bride.
Cowbells in orchestra in rhythmic cadence .
At bell tower of church, carillon
rings in soft sweet soothing tone.
Jingle bells ringing in Christmas on joyous festive mode.
At the collapsing edge of the shrinking time
in the fading gleam of the terminal twilight hour,
down the misty memory lane masked by shadows,
I see me walk my adoring children
on their changing contours of childhood landscape,
hands held with patient paternal care,
with the nestling warmth of everlasting love,
as they grow wings in their time and fly away.
An ancient mariner, self-disposed,
I navigate across many rough seas in tempest,
looking for propitious winds of love and empathy,
on the frayed out sail, I strive to raise in hope
to cruise at nightfall to the shore called home.
In the obscure depth of the introvert psyche,
the shrouded sense of gratitude subsists,
instinctively silent, and undemonstrated.
Engulfed by the seamless emptiness of solitude
I open my window on the flushing meadow,
the sunburst dawn sparkles on pearls of dew.
My blank mind morphs into a Monet canvas,
on the strokes of beguiled brush paints of joy flow,
loneliness gets configured in spectrum of expression,
as the sensuous stimulus of the pristine nature
suffuses the dormant art of life in me, unexplored.
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324.
Imagine the World without Butterflies
When I was a child, I was captivated
By colorful flowers beautifully painted
But what was that creature with floppy wings
Like a flower's frail petal, attraction it brings
If a flower below to the land decorates
That creature above to the air celebrates
To the dance of the wind giving music
Its every movement is a graceful lyric
This flimsy flyer they called “butterfly”
In its absence, the flowers cry
So come butterflies…come to the flowers!
They need your fantastically propitious powers!
Oh! Imagine the world without butterflies!
It's just like a chopsuey without spice
Music without notes, theater without actors
So safeguard these most artistic pollinators!
-01/28/2015
(Dumarao)
*Defense of the Animals Collection
'Killing" time while homebound until...,
a cure gets distilled and/ or found
for pandemic, thus... I expound.
(Yupper - courtesy coronavirus CORVID-19),
how ja guess my good smear it in friend?! -
within Perkiomen Valley, Pennsylvania
toyed with thought to withhold or send
hmm... perhaps superstitious end
synonym with ominous trend,
methinks hoop fully auspicious,
and synonym with propitious will not abend
mine luckless mien kampf,
cuz the latter two similar lend
heft well woolworth
their weight in gold - words,
would moost notably, likely,
and heavily portend
toward disastrous, disadvantageous, disharmonious...
to Matthew Scott Harris,
whose time on Earth would
uninhibitedly, uneventfully, and unabashedly end
(ous ending intimating "possessing, full of...")
in this case foreboding...,
yours truly rendered permanently
incapacitated to offend
sense and sensibilities
honorable sacred tenets to poetics
tantamount to committing sacrilegious sin
if hypothetically practiced orthodox church goer,
and believer in reincarnation legend.
No matter getting cremated
(ha - of course after I die -)
good one, though... ha) crafting epitaph,
impossible mission to claim alibi,
while on leave from life,
and into cerulean heavenly sky
of course this guy would never lie
even in jest..., though all joking aside,
now tis golden opportunity well nigh
to compose obituary (mine of course),
one garden variety
(veggie burger eater) generic guy
who... doth not fear death, nor shy
about bidding permanent goodbye
to sordid vices that
DO NOT (no way) apply
to yours truly, he coon sitters himself...
well rather ho hum, (especially as singer -
for Curmudgeon Dummkopf Ensemble
(also known as the all star Schlemiel band),
no idea, I cannot explain why.
Images of thoughts painting the story by chance,
flowing, holding and listening to the scribbled dance.
When the rhythm creates the next sense,
and liberates the choreographic reference.
The gentle hand in composing flow,
waves and whirls beating the airy shore.
Trusting empathy catching the needed reaction,
unfolding timing and harmonious sensation
Pas de deux in gliding motion,
senses in proportion.
Dos a dos synchronizing,
dept of harmony realizing.
Pirouette taken to the precise of glory,
suggestions reaching the point of story.
The crafted verse in imaginary dance, propitious ways,
the music in spheres of words to embrace.
Viridescent wrench
adventitious
sparks prompt
yet
cloned camouflage
for psyche’s
rue’d quandary
withered wisps
nebulous
blind sweep
to bolster
plangent paean
of
helium hinged
extraneous
life sojourn
brazen folly
as
crimson cordon
ushers blurred
mystic squall
quirky quilt
engulfing
behemoth blemish
post sequence
encrypted kismet
punctual launchpad
to
wizard woo
violin mesmerizing
allusive pluck
sun-dried spiccato
bouncing bow
on
ear adorned
murmuration
intaglio instant
pregnant alms
luxuriant
gazillion gust
oe’r
hint endowed
sky syndicate’s
phantom limb
an
opulent cascade
ubiquitous umbra
bequeathing
lush serendipity
propitious prism
shadow conjuror
of
lilac lavishness
tangibly material
as
cerebral chakra
intuits rapt
sublime sublimation
Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,
paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable, perspicuous,
pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic
picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular,
positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist,
praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise
predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly
preponderant, presently president, prestigiously
prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine,
privately privileged, prized, proactively procreative,
prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable,
progressively prominant, promisingly prompt,
prophetically propitious, prospectively protective,
proudly proven provocative, prudent psyched, puissant,
punctilious, punctually purposeful.
We met one summer evening
On a golden sandy dune.
There was something wonderful and sublime,
Something magical and spellbinding,
Infiltrating in the air that night,
As stars shone brightly high above,
Shining for you and me
Especially for you and me.
Our friends were singing merrily,
Infectious love was all around.
There, on a spit, a piglet
Was slowly spicy barbequed.
The fire roared and spluttered
While fat dripped on its fiery flames.
It was a time propitious
For mad mid-summer dreams,
So we drank our lovely Chardonnay,
And nibbled luscious roasted ribs.
We exchanged jokes and reminisces,
Laughed all night long
You and me.
At last we left together
Shoeless strolled upon the sand.
Around was moon-lit and serene.
The swell of the sea supplied a lullaby,
Euphoria filled our mien.
I closed my eyes in ecstasy:
Heard your captivating laugh.
There in a desolate sandy beach
Away from prying eyes,
We knelt down, touching our hands,
Sweaty palms against each other.
I looked into your azure eyes,
Saw the vast calm ocean
With moonlight shimmering brightly.
I smelled your perfumed skin,
Felt your lips caress my cheeks:
Waves rolled softly towards the beach
In a splendid harmony.
Was this a pleasant fairytale?
Was it an infinite dream?