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A huge thorn stabbed my side
I could no longer find a way to hide
Carrying it like a heavy cross on my shoulder
I wondered how long my life will go further
I heard the thorn bore its twig
Seemed as if a mountain to carry, it was so big
A tumultuous wave engulfed my being
My hope was wreathed…vision was blurring
I tried to gather strength… fending myself with *****
As I clung to God’s Love and His Saving Trunk
I cried to Him, kneeling and praying
Entrusting Him my agony and everything
As lighted candle in front of me grew brighter
I looked up and found two grey clouds turning whiter
Shafts of rays were beaming on sides
Gliding slowly like doors… showing a blue part of sky
As the sun peeped on that cloudy and gloomy day
Big raindrops fall suddenly and sparsely
With my open arms, I tried to catch-- to feel each of them
Hoping to heal my wound and take away my burden
Wings of good words heralded the miracle in few days
I felt His greatest love, omnipotence and saving grace
Then I was led in the Yardenit where His Beloved Son was baptized
A precious gift of consecration to renew my life
October 30, 2013 7.15pm;te
( old poem)
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M-orning light that shines
I-s viewed in pure delight;
K-ind weather at dawn
A-llows the day to be bright.
E-arly light that shines
L-ets not the raindrops fall;
A-nnouncing the sun will rise to warm and soothe someone's soul.
L-ight that shines after dark
U-nder the lane causes mirth;
C-louds above don't gather,
I-nstead they gladly greet your birth.
L-ight that shines up high is there to make you smile;
A-cross the sky the beacon burns to fuel the flame all the while.
O-n July twenty-sixth morn,
L-onely evening is over;
G-ray haze has just turned
I-nto a clean wide open air.
N-ight cold chill passes by, as the dusk goes to the exit signs;
A-ll that's left is nothing but the light that shines.
I was walking fast, then changed speed,
and texting and walking I paid little
attention to what was under my soles;
they seemed raindrops close to dew,
why so many tears in a small puddle?
I wondered...did another love end?
Yesterday I and Lisa walked this shady path
as the above dense oaks kept noise away;
we didn't hear the fluttering of a shy dove,
and the pleasant meowing of a docile cat.
I felt something slimy sticking to my my shoes,
it made me slide and then fall; with arms
flying like wings, with eyes rolling left to right:
I would have been safer on a roller coaster;
and landed I did while people started to laugh...
had it been planned by someone who knew
my route? Someone had played a trick on me!
Who disliked me to do such an horrible thing?
Lisa was sitting on a bench reading a comedy book,
I got closer to her in panic and started to scream,
" Some crazy dude or gal spread oil on the path
to make me slip and fall, only evil people do this! "
I tried to get her to talk, but Lisa kept silent,
she continued to read her funny story with a grin,
" Well, some girls get even when a guy cheats! "
And shaking I pleaded innocent of any wrong doing
before she found me guilty and slapped me hard,
" No, honey I was playing the lonely guy...I told her
I had no date, guys lie to get a girl's attention."
" So, sweetheart you lied to her to get a date?
That's why you didn't show up last evening?
How stupid of you...you are trying to get two girls
on two different dates? I am glad you admitted
your guilt, because the other girl played fake; now
we are even, you have lied and got caught! "
forgiveness,
accusations
they form a peculiar yet similar line
a circle of trust
in which they create the art of love.
rare and fascinating
like the rain that pours at night, hitting the ground, leaving it’s raindrop behind
like a memory-
and the memories of you turn to raindrops,
alone, cold and bitter.
but somehow a warmth is created,
beneath the depth of your heart,
the truth of your lies,
where you actually lit the flame
rather than left it burning, out of sight
out of mind-
out of pity-
that tested pity,
the kind you’d say you hate
yet you played the same game
through the dice over and over
repeating the game
until you won,
fair game,
i lost.
Song for the Sky
I sing of the sky's beauty today.
Holding our hopes to its
watchful heart,
As we go on our way.
It's the soft, loving cloudscape, we hold in awe.
As birds bless blissfulness
and our humbleness.
On special days, the sky, like
magic, waters our Spirng thirsty flowers.
I love to watch raindrops on windowpanes.
Doing creative dances for hours and hours
Sky~ thank you for being there!
I whisper to you ever so softly of
secret dreams, that only we two share.
May 14, 2020
5pm PST
Poem # 1268
Since a young age,
I've learned how to see
beyond the darkness -
but what has become of me?
Surrounded by blackness
and eerie silence,
gasping for air,
I can't move,
feeling lifeless and helpless.
What is happening to me -
is this paralysis of sleep
or a lucid nightmare.
Cramped for space
placed in a horizontal rectangle -
I can't feel my heart beat.
I'm afraid to close my eyes,
because then, no one will rescue me
maybe it's better if I fall asleep.
It's getting cold,
I can hear raindrops -
or is it my mother's tears.
I try to scream for her,
but the tongue is silent.
Am I hallucinating
or are they my father's hands
help me dad, help me...
Simple Musing
17 October 2020
Wanted to leave this poem open to interpretation.
Standing outside, I could sense it coming
like before. The air thick, still, birds
stopped singing. The sky, a jaundiced
yellow, a sickly color about to run its
course. Always wondering "will this be the
funnel cloud that takes everything away?"
Frantically, I've tried to fill a tiny bucket list
I made just for her:
Picnics to remember
Special photos framed
Comfort meals from her past
Sounds of her great grandchildren
squeeling at their birthday parties
I love you's more frequent than before
The last storm, the third we've faced,
had outcomes we were familiar with-
Tree limbs down
Electric lines dangling
Power out
But we were lucky, neighbors helped with
clean-up, power was restored, we could
get around, just a little slower.
Now I feel it coming again, that same
sickly yellow. I busy myself with
household distractions-
Move the pictures on the wall
Write this poem
Shuffle my mementos
Something catches my ear-
A few heavy raindrops
Begin
To
Fall
Moms
had
another
stroke
02/09/14
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Let me always remember~
the serenade of the past.
Pressing with its nose, on the
present's window glass.
The pelting raindrops of moonlit
San Francisco rain.
Like tears of love and joy on
my forever dancing brain.
Let me always remembers my
most,loving God and crystal rosary.
And that Mother of Pearl Prayer book.
That little girl,so humble on her knees.
And when my last breath comes,
To let it all go with joy,and remember,
I am going home, to be with my Master.
With His love....sparkling forever!
5/9/2021
~1~
Dedicated to my loving friend, across the pond, Ann Gilmour,
who is like a twin, soul sister to me! Thank you,Ann!
The fall is being chased by the restless earth
Longing for self-destruct
Melting peat in soil melting contest
Bind the selected space guard
Carbon in the seepage of the earth
Mother Earth sincerely caressed him to death
His life for the carbon ascetics
To remain silent until the time comes
As the faithful lava flow in silence said
Until the time is over
Though litter embraces carbon
Lovebirds carve Indonesian forest dates
Grow all the roots to pierce
Grow a glorious tree
The sled fauna rejoices eternally
Until the virtual green flora
The greed of evil has arrived
Grind humus carbon hermit
Separate trash with iron claws
Stab until the last deep contest
Scattered swarms of carbon
Scattered with burning trash
Soaring high heats space
Forced to gather in the greenhouse
Until the threshold is hard
The heat wakes up the white hermit
The frozen one dwells at the poles of Mother Earth
Like the hell torn apart by the coldness of heaven
Melting white hermit stretches across the oceans
No need for a full moon anymore for the high seas
Where else can we knit peat?
Where else is the hornbill humming?
Where else can you make friends
Where else does the tree title point
Where else do the ants follow
Mother Earth's green carpet is uprooted
Moaning longing for the faithful
Only fog answers
Silencing forest telepathy
There is no distance between shattering and melting
Barbarism overturns manners
Unlicensed emission
Neat! Archaic anarchist party
Caress that are no longer effective
Rahara with money wins the ring
Like heaven that covers the candala
Persuade to crouch
Worship the forest eater
Neat! Rain is not fresh anymore
Slicing squat bones
Acid until the roots are sour
No more customizable blankets
What's missing are empty tones
Who leaves raindrops
Quietly bid farewell to the roar of the chainsaw
Net zero emissions?
On tons of carbon footprint
Return carbon fiber to earth's peat
Persuade again longing to fall to earth
The litter that used to be drifting slowly
Perched gently on the love of the earth
Accompany the carbon ascetic who doesn't keep his promise
I'm here
Wana Gosong, 24.10.2021
Your face lays soft on the surface of my mind
a deep reflection beneath the shadow of my soul
that leaves me smiling in the twilight of life
as I wonder about love from long ago
that dwells with the lost rainbows sought
from love's desires
when our eyes melted between ripples of time
and lips were formed to feel the breathless moments
captured in the palms of love's passion
kept in yesterday's misty dreams of hunger filled
when warm raindrops were counted
as they splashed against the window of the dawn
where love hid in seclusion...
from the soft golden glow of the sun
searching our skins like dewdrops
falling from flowered petals opening
to embrace the light...caressing us
like feathered wings lifting our souls away
in gentle flight to another time, another place
that's now a jeweled memory
I hold close, in the silent glorious intimacy
that dwelled in the heart of our love
8/25/18 re-written 2/23/20