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"i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it(anywhere i go you go)
ee cummings
let me tell you a story ...
the above quote perfectly describes
my thoughts of my family
gone above
and after many deaths of my beloved family
I have developed an odd captivation for cemeteries
loving the ultimate peace found amongst
the swaying trees and hidden birds singing
scurry litte creatures
and the withered flowers left to decay
the tombstones and graves
my family is buried in the oldest cemetery
in our city that is about 200 years old
it is full of decaying headstones
some are blank now
the engraving has faded to nothing
others with names and dates faint
many are broken and fallen over
but the ones that are readable I find fascinating
in loving memory I read
I can tell how much they were loved
bible verses added at times
and I adore the angel statues everywhere
some moss drapped
for miles among the huge old trees are paths
I wander and ponder
loving to go in the rain, the snow
and when leaves are stained glass beautiful
it all fills me with a writing passion
I stop at a pond to rest
watching the fish drift and float
one can just breathe in the sereniy and tranquility
call me odd but this is where I go to find
utter peace
Loving People
By Curtis Johnson
It must have been at least five years ago that I saw him for the first time
I must admit, his looks and the way he dressed, were not the inviting kind
He was quiet, presented no threat to anyone; and he never got out of line
I observed him and looked around to see if anyone else would pay any mind
So often, when a stranger or someone looks distant, we hesitate from being kind
We stand back and keep our distance, and start hearing things through the grapevines
Were there dress codes, or requirements to be clean bearded and freshly trimmed?
Why do we render judgments without knowledge, and verdicts without evidence?
Why do we conclude that he doesn’t belong? We leave him alone; and we get tense
Why do we assume the worst? Of his guilt, we are rather certain, and quite convinced
Of course he was different, and some may have even said, “He looks homeless and out of place; he’s not well dressed, and smells just like the rest of them”.
Well, I must tell you my friend, that I refused to develop the mental pictures I took of him
I quickly erased those snapshots from the edges of my brain, and decided to get to know him. I could clearly see that he needed us; and we needed to look beyond his appearance. He had not only stepped into a structural sanctuary, but also a sanctuary of people. He needed to be assured that this indeed was a place where living waters flowed; We needed to live up to our call to serve God, through serving and loving people.
The once distant looking gentleman, now radiates a sense of security and belonging
Eyes once dimmed and barely readable, are now sparkling with life and joy
Getting to know him has been a pleasure, and like all of us, he has a story to tell
I and others in the sanctuary are the better, because we are learning to love people.
cj07142015
Ballad style lyrics...written in a rhyming style, therefore readable as a poem too...
Now that we're older...
By Michelle Morris
06/11/2020
When we were young and didn't know better,
We hurt each other with our break up letters;
Never took the time to understand ourselves,
Let alone each other, the hurts and hell...
So now that we're older, we feel so small,
No hurting each other, we don't do that anymore;
We reach out our hands and we hold each other tight,
We stay warm and loving, each and every night...
And now that we're older, we know we survived,
So many heartbreaks and soul crushing ties;
We know what it's like to be broken on the ground,
To climb back up, each and every damn time...
Yes, when we were young, life was different then,
People were oblivious to each other's pain;
Now that we're older, there's just no excuse,
We're bound to each other, win or lose...
So, now that we're older and we've grown our hearts through the years,
They're stronger and wiser than any of our fears;
And we follow our soul's guidance for every new path,
And we show compassion to each other with love in our hearts...
© Michelle Morris, 2020
You try to make them civilized and grown-up,
but the words are infants,
they want to crawl around and yell for a bit.
You know that an eye is upon you.
watching you in that whelping room
where creation rearranges molecules
into a planetary system of speech
made of matchsticks and glue.
A poem is about to be splashed,
onto a speeding window of light.
Logic and reason must first
bash their bulbous heads together,
until their mechanical, self-winding brains
fall out.
The collective humming of incubators,
begins to lipread your silence.
A process similar to hand washing.
Eventually a swaddled indigenous form,
unwraps itself,
it begins to walk upright.
Matchsticks and glue
form readable fragments.
You begin to hope,
that someone inside that watching eye
will name what you have done -
even attempt,
to explain it to you.
The only readable book,
it's not dialectical ...
The book you read,
and wonders,
contests and raises
discussions ...!
But the right book,
or wrong it's also
as controversial as ...
The right is not eternally this way
the wrong may not only be so ...
The book is moment,
real moment,
but it also passes ...
Will be recycled, updated
not to die the content ...
Not read however rust
the mind ... read the book!
Why is my body lop-sided?
Notice when I put on my socks
Never a problem with my left foot
With my right foot my muscles lock
Why are some right handed
While others more adept with their left?
Ever try writing left handed
A scrawl barely readable at best
Why does the hair on a female's face
Take so much longer to grow?
Imagine if the exact opposite were true
Not very appealing I know
Why do men stand up to pee
While ladies sit happily on the throne?
Wouldn't work the other way round
A mess we couldn't condone
Why do we always put on our pants
With the same leg first every time?
You'd think there'd be a sensible reason
Right now not one comes to mind
Why do we tilt our head the same way
Every time we kiss our lover
Coz if we varied the side each time
Noses would get squished you'd discover
If only we knew all the answers
There'd be no more struggling through life
We'd all be up there floating on cloud nine
Living happily without strife
Circa Holy Roman Empire
between ninth
and thirteenth century
after common era
(approximately 800 AD and 1200 AD)
benchmark year 780 bracketed
Benedictine monks
Of Corbie Abbey
devised cheeky guttural lingual rapartee
vis a vis European
calligraphic standard script inked lined
writ via extant Irish and English monastic
members nsync
strong influence of Irish literati
eased communication
popular Latin cognoscenti
common lingua franca
spawned Carolingian Renaissance
Codices, pagan and Christian text
plus educational material
written viz Carolingian minuscule
Emperor Charlemagne issued prescription
(hence named Carolingian)
boosted unified modus operandi
he advocated learning,
though somewhat illiterate
recognized value of education
predicated on singular
codified regional alphabet,
the then webbed wide world
linkedin, sans uniform symbolic shapes
uncontested salient advantage
offered up ease to master
clear distinct explicit letter formation
simple logic boosted
rapidly transmitted standardization,
especially with exceptional legible
readable characteristic
adequate spaces between words
Merovingian "chancery hand"
reserved to draft traditional charters
Gothic and Anglo Saxon
favored traditional local script
as opposed to Latin
learning latter involved less tricked out
embellished flourishes
or interconnected strokes
drawn by a scribe
allowing, enabling, and providing
greater popularity to teach masses,
latent etymological nuances apparent
centuries following implementation
quasi initial Carolingian letters
steadfast, where Carolingian
influence moats strong
adopted local stylistic signature flavor
divergence woke since proliferation
stoking diffuse prospects
decreeing entrenched footing,
where auspices boded prescient
until groundswell didst surcease
sub limb mated into modern patois.
Writing
I heard a clerical, documentary developing
Eagerly I looked for the deed
Read, read!
I crave the developing, developmental declaration
The literacy brought such sorrow
Only this and a text
I crave the directive, draft drawing
The nonindustrial narrative noting
I crave the cultural, creative competence
I felt compelled to sniff the lyrics
Declaration - declaration - declaration!
Only this and a composition
I crave the documentary, declaratory drawing
Of rhythms that are clawing
Of lines that are drawing
In there stepped a readable read
Only this and a typesetting
I crave the paperbound, prepress plea
By the grave I saw the readers
I remember I was meaning
I have dreamed of the contracts
I heard a such as a, testamentary lettering
I awoke and flung the recitation
Much I marveled the noted typing
Deep into that darkness creating
Much I marveled this learned reader
The developing declaration dowering
I crave the developing, developmental
6/11/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Temple bells
Echo fond longings;
Feast day prayers
~~~~~~~~~
Old room
Memories collide;
Touching time
~~~~~~~~~
Brief vacation
Island paradise;
Getaway trip
~~~~~~~~~
Loft sanctuary
Stillness percolates;
Quiet recluse
~~~~~~~~~
Children's playbook
Tales to tell;
Fond distraction
~~~~~~~~~
Sad glimpses
Earthquake disaster;
Desperate moods
~~~~~~~~~
Evening escapade
Banquet feast;
Wedding celebration
~~~~~~~~~
Stillness attends
Wounded day bleeds;
Dark night comes
~~~~~~~~~
Super mart crowd
Groceries in tow;
Stressed cashier
~~~~~~~~~
Haiku etchings
Encounter puzzles;
Birdsong duet
~~~~~~~~~
Christmas mood
Mall decorations;
Buying goodwill
~~~~~~~~~
Sun plunging
Sea horizon swallows;
Night grips
~~~~~~~~~
Sit still then
Hear stillness;
Restore faith
~~~~~~~~~
Miniature books
Readable art works;
One of a kind
~~~~~~~~~
Spring cleaning
Rainy day echoes;
Tidy rapture
~~~~~~~~~
Seek nothing
Allow change space;
Embrace empty
~~~~~~~~~
Spiritual discourse
Insight comes;
Rapture frees
~~~~~~~~~
Morning psalm
Light reveals;
Dawn brings gifts
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
08 December 2016
Singapore
Palm reader I am not—
Yet if I did
Read hands imprinted,
Trace readable lines,
Tectonics
Of grip and release,
My own would be
A most alien surface—
This I have good sensed,
Reflected at the mirror
In honest light,
A countenance of surprise
To contrast my often image
Self so pervasive
A maestro of infinite deceptive batons—
What insidious behavior
These circumvents
Seldom admitted as lies…
In bald-faced defiance
To evidence of the heart,
An internal looking glass
Of immutable truths and consequences—
Oh my God
Forgive this sin
That I contrive You!
Of my own choosing
When to bless and rest,
And redefine or ignore….