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Today we celebrate Noah Webster and his creation…the dictionary…without them you might say we’d be speechless…we’d have no vocabulary.
For how important are words once they form within our heads…with their ability to evoke emotions the moment they are said.
A word, itself, is not beautiful or ugly…complimentary or demeaning…it’s only in the context and the way we say it that gives a word it’s meaning.
Words when spoken from a place of love have a musical refrain…words when spoken from a place of hate are meant to damage and cause pain.
Some words make us feel good and bring with them happiness…let me name a few…there’s freedom, laughter, joy, peace, love, compassion and family too.
Some words when uttered leave fear and sorrow in their wake…like Alzheimer’s, Aids, war, death…tornado and earthquake.
I remember when a friend informed us her doctor wanted to see…if cancer was growing inside her…so she ordered a biopsy.
Biopsy…now there’s a word with the ability to fill ones heart with fear…as you anxiously and hopefully wait for the doctor to say the words you want to hear.
It’s interesting that as word spread of her biopsy that was planned….words of encouragement came rushing to her from all across the land.
Words of love…of compassion and support…words easy to comprehend…drifted softly…blended together and landed on our friend.
Our words were one way of showing her we were thinking of her…that we cared…one way to let her know her fear and apprehension was something we all shared.
And as we all awaited the results…hoping our world might realign…our apprehension turned to exhilaration when we heard the word…benign.
It is amazing how one day one word can cause so much woe..so much anguish and concern…and the next day another word replaces it allowing joy and happiness to return.
And so I wonder if Mr. Webster, the lexicographer, would agree…if we only used kind word from his dictionary…how happy we’d all be.
How words of kindness and love are an investment used to gather friends…and one day, when we need it…those words pay dividends.
For when I think of our friend’s frightening experience…it is the words of her friends I recall….leaving me to wonder if words of love…of support…of kindness…of compassion and of friendship…aren’t the most beautiful words of all.
He told the tales with likes and similes
human character dressed as grass and trees
the fragility of life just like a mist
as touched by divine spark like children kissed
He drew attention to earths everlasting beauty
and loving kindnesses as worthy over duty
painted pictures that a child's mind could see
and of the qualities that would last eternity
Those he drew were woman child and man
in parallels explained Gods everlasting plan
a future government by Gods own plan designed
choosing those who like his Son in mind
The currant rulers here described as beast
devour and make suffer great to least
he implicated leaders intentions as the cause
as having violated all of the natural laws
He pointed out the signs to tell the time
how earth and heaven his plans to realign
where peace on earth in every nation he will gain
with truth and everlasting life they will maintain
Surprise a life in heaven was not the plan for man
but he put us on the earth in a garden understand
he intends this projects finish by his Son
with those he has redeemed to be the ones "to get er done"
I must advise you those in the grave are dead
they will remain there until the Son has said
he who has the keys of death has them in mind
to resurrect upon the earth in a future time
While Christendom adopted the ideology of hell
the Teacher of the Truth in sleep of death did tell
he called his friend who was dead and in a grave
forth the example of what his future rule will pave
How can you not get it the things he plans to do
to eliminate on earth suffering and all life renew
oh Shang gri La and Paradise He plans for thee
where Man will live in Love and joy in harmony
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In a world bejeweled
with tainted trinkets,
and feigned flowers,
we follow the
wailing waves below
whirling wind,
like secluded silhouettes,
stranded on the
cusp of chaos,
unable to find the sparkling
streak of hyacinth hope-
between dusk and dawn.
Perhaps there is a
reason why I stopped
rewriting runes with
cashmere conclusions,
as I’ve long been
dreaming of dahlias,
on weathered willows,
oblivious to the
dancing rays
of rising sun swiftly
cascading like
caramel confetti.
I am like the
sleepless ocean,
letting the
fleeting phases
of bewitching moon
lure floating sapphires;
pushing and pulling
my insomniac tides
with turquoise triggers,
as the inner-child
continues to sail
through tumultuous seas,
healing from
the trauma I’ve been fed,
concocted with
raspberry ruins,
from silver spoons,
on dulcet trays.
I’ve tasted poison
in the fruitiest of cocktails,
although the flavors
of life remain
a mystery within a fickle
game of chess,
incomplete
and unattainable.
I search for a sanctuary
where peace lilies sprout,
beneath the eclipsed horizon,
blindfolding my third eye,
as I waltz through astral
spheres to reach
an elysian dimension.
Amidst unanswered questions
hanging like
unsolvable equations,
for all that I’ve believed
was but a myth concealed
in illusory amulets,
bruising my inner psyche,
preventing me
from seeing beyond.
Yet the morning sky
convinces me to
reconsider and realign,
as the whimsical breeze
whispers in a soft cadence:
the Universe is infinite,
so am I.
This pink granite
heart is as vast as
the spring-hills with
deepest of falls,
prevailing traces of
my silenced voice.
And when mauve clouds
kissed my frail fingers,
I remembered how stars
do not need our touch,
to unravel fate laced in
citrine dust,
Like how I breathe-
lavender love,
within me,
leaving no blood
in my veins but poetry-
flowing as the poem
of pearlescent tomorrows,
through thin
sangria streams,
in daisy dialects.
So who am I~
but a mere dot on a
faceless canvas,
an echo of your rosy rhymes,
an incomplete verse with
complex metaphors,
weaving woes in
sunflower silence..
I like to think
I could do it if I wanted to
I tell myself it's situational, these things
It's not your fault,
it's not your fault
Look around
Everything is dying
And I didn't see this coming
Far away
The sky was clear
Lack of color has never been so threatening
Ignition
Start my flame again
I can't be lost with you
Feel it burrowing
Relaying this information
Is the only way I can move on
Photographs are hard enough to look at
But it's even harder through the layer of water
This suspense is threatening
Relaying this information is the only way I can move on
And before you start to question everything
Save your breath
I like to think I could do it if I wanted to
And it's confidence like that
That will lead to my reign of success
I like to tell myself
It's situational, these things
It's not your fault
It's not your fault
But I like to think
I could make it there if I wanted to
And it's faith like that
That will pave the road to my story of success
Realizing that it's pointless taking advice from you
Always telling me right from wrong
Like your the perfect moral compass
I've already done more nice things
Than you will in your entire life
And it's thoughts like that
That make me question my integrity
But lately I've been feeling pretty good about myself
Far away
The sky's still clear
But I've learned to never trust what you don't understand
And my gut has never let me down
So realign yourself
And I'll walk away in a hastily fashion
Look around
Everything is dying
Far away
The sky looked clear
And I gave in to false hope again
I keep telling myself
Never trust something that can't be explain
I tell myself
It's situational, these things
It's not your fault,
It's not your fault
But lately I've been feeling pretty good about myself
And it's confidence like that
That will get me where I need to be
Ignition
Spark my flame
In the background of a romantic scene
In a suburban living room
Set while snow is falling endlessly
I know someday
Expectations will be the death of me
But along the way,
I like to think,
I could make it last
If I wanted to
Despite the climate challenge with traffic congestion on the road,
there’s still a driving urge to go out and celebrate the Eucharist;
it’s a great deal of commitment to God who’s the source of life,
his language connotes an embodiment of love for our salvation.
Braving the difficulties in coping with the details of missionary life,
such as culture, language, climate, food and many others in foreign lands;
our faith gets tested, our humility gets challenged, and our identity revealed
and these comprise the foundation of being a missionary to other people.
In places where we learned to love the people of different cultures,
the need to adopt, acculturate, and realign to the mysteries of being a migrant,
continues to witness the movements and other signs of the times;
a world replete with endless search drawn from different human experiences.
It’s pretty common as a pervading theme across the passages in the bible;
the word migration that has a powerful connotation and rich in literature,
oh, as the holy scriptures say: “you shall not oppress an alien; you well know
how it feels to be an alien, since you were once aliens yourselves in the land of Egypt.”
The advent of a wide range of issues about the struggles in today’s migration,
with varying reactions characterized by principles, ethnic and religious devotion;
a certain perspective is formed according to Christian beliefs and aspirations
that migrants no matter who they are, deserve respect and societal insertion.
Lured by the promise of work and better opportunities that await somewhere,
people across the globe try their luck and take the risk to cross the land,
it’s viewed with deeper reflections like those of mostly Catholic Irish who came by,
their large influx in this country of America during the height of potato blight.
True to form, this parallels the new waves of Hispanic immigration
along with Asians, Africans, and other migrant groups with their history and cultures
truly, it’s a cycle that brings out the commonality of human quest and ambition;
with assimilation and determination to maintain and improve their life situations.
Despite the climate challenge with traffic congestion on the road,
there’s still a driving urge to go out and celebrate the Eucharist;
it’s a great deal of commitment to God who’s the source of life,
his language connotes an embodiment of love for our salvation.
Braving the difficulties in coping with the details of missionary life,
such as culture, language, climate, food and many others in foreign lands;
our faith gets tested, our humility gets challenged, and our identity revealed
and these comprise the foundation of being a missionary to other people.
In places where we learned to love the people of different cultures,
the need to adopt, acculturate, and realign to the mysteries of being a migrant,
continues to witness the movements and other signs of the times;
a world replete with endless search drawn from different human experiences.
It’s pretty common as a pervading theme across the passages in the bible;
the word migration that has a powerful connotation and rich in literature,
oh, as the holy scriptures say: “you shall not oppress an alien; you well know
how it feels to be an alien, since you were once aliens yourselves in the land of Egypt.”
The advent of a wide range of issues about the struggles in today’s migration,
with varying reactions characterized by principles, ethnic and religious devotion;
a certain perspective is formed according to Christian beliefs and aspirations
that migrants no matter who they are, deserve respect and societal insertion.
Lured by the promise of work and better opportunities that await somewhere,
people across the globe try their luck and take the risk to cross the land,
it’s viewed with deeper reflections like those of mostly Catholic Irish who came by,
their large influx in this country of America during the height of potato blight.
True to form, this parallels the new waves of Hispanic immigration
along with Asians, Africans, and other migrant groups with their history and cultures
truly, it’s a cycle that brings out the commonality of human quest and ambition;
with assimilation and determination to maintain and improve their life situations.
She stroked his hand in passion and gave him life’s ultimate blessing
It’s time to go in love and peace she would miss his gentle caressing
Strokes of desire and passion from a wild sharp and emotional mind
His loins desire and poetry the spoon for her moon hot and entwined
It seemed an eternity since they first kissed and he gave her a peach
Gathered union sea shells and driftwood and built a hut on the beach
Tides had moved their Universe since heaven and haven joined together
Tickled their fancy lust and compassion and in turn she gave him a feather
Of lightness and light and they talked through memories and surrender
Now it had to be the final farewell from this journey of joy and splendour
Thank you and let’s not fall prey to gloom sadness but rather kindly rejoice
In those one thousand and more moments since we made that firm choice
Do you remember how everyone was against us and not gave us chance
Just a fling an illicit affair must be all about sex and mere flirtatious dance
But we stuck to each other like a butterfly courting a lavender blossom
Licked lips and skinfuls of perfume your hands on my quivering bosom
Read books together after you swam in my ocean under Turkish lights
Flew on magical carpets to ends and beginnings of daylight and nights
With glow worms and dolphins we mounted our kindness and destiny
in crescendo we climaxed on satin sheets in our fantasies breathlessly
The bedroom is now adorned with an IV drip stand and a catheter bag
You look haggard and worn out are so exhausted and wave the white flag
One more pull on the trigger and I honour your wish with one last shot
Syringe full of morphine full to the brim a promise when tying the knot
Farewell my Prince travel well for when you enter the kingdom beyond
I know you’ll wait for me patiently until in essence we realign that bond
Let us not talk any longer I shall simply hold you in my knowing embrace
Our infinity last forever anywhere anyhow and always in that new place
15th September 2020
Deep in my heart, a raging fire, burning intensely, fueled by desire. My only wish
to see your face, hoping to encounter you in this place. Better than any drug,
stronger than any drink, your beauty so intense it makes it hard to think. I'll never
leave you, I won't decieve you. I'll comfort you in your pain, I'll shield you from your
rain. I hated to see you in agony, fueled by what seemed to be a tragedy.
I'll hold you high and help you shine, I'm always amazed that you are mine.
before you came into my life, I had no reasons, no living light. The more the dark
consumed me, the more your light shined through me. Pulling me from down
below, showing me love like I have never known. In my heart you have grown,
never to be removed, my love now has a home. No longer standing on my own, I
was so tired of being alone. And now you are here, and I can see it now so
beautiful and clear. You help me to see the signs, also helping me to realign.
Before I could not read the writing on the wall, now I want to read it all.
Struck by your beauty, paralyzed by your face, I can still remember your sweet
taste. I could talk to you without end, and forever hold you in my arms again. I
could listen to you sing forever, I love you so much its without measure. All the
sounds you make, and every breath you take, thoughts of you enough to keep me
awake. I can feel your presence in the air, in the wind hear your voice and smell
your sweet hair. Blue moon rising, stars brightly shining in this moment so
perfect, its been a long road to you but it was all worth it.
I may not always live up to your expectations, and I may not always give the best
explenations. But I will always be there, waiting for you to call out to me. I will
come when you need me, and stay 'till you've reached a state of serenity. You can
count on me to pull you through, I'll always be waiting for you. My love for you is a
raging fire, constantly growing stronger, fueled by the spell you keep me under.
Coiled up for winter slumber it had rested the budding pledge
Soil still moist the promise is waiting for blossoms and sedge
To give host to migrating birds returning from busy regeneration
A miracle planted by knowing creation and heartwarming sensation
Swallows circle over hedges filled with daffodils and berry shoots
Below the wild brush with spring in its steps an abundance of roots
Sketch channels of promise faith and nature from deep undercover
As if a cave dwelling hermit is reunited once more with his lover
The vernal seasons blossoms on polychrome canvas and realign
Meaning in the eye of change with perpetual motion designed
To pause for thought reflection silent prayer and humble appraisal
Meanwhile spiders wed on their cobwebs spun from witch hazel
An owl proposes to her mate and sends a call into rustling breeze
Which embraces in gentle caress the unperturbed colony of bees
‘Honey’ they shout ‘its time to leave the hive once more for food’
Jelly Royal for breakfast and wild herbs to improve on our mood
Meanwhile gelatinous creatures awaken on shore lines and beaches
Unaware that we are hankering for freshness and gathering peaches
The serpent claims it is about apples and dates for paradise earth
Gaia watches over an abundance of kindness and reincarnated birth
Soon it will be summer and fields will harvest unless the grim reapers
Call to join crosses and tombstones overgrowing with climbing creepers
The equinox reminds us that we are impermanent and life is quite finite
And that with star dust and good fortune the moment beats hindsight
Past future and present are really synonymous expressions of being
Blindfolds and double vision mistake the moment for the illusion of seeing
Here and now the circle of life spins our short insignificant vital span
Inflated by greed and possessions when in truth there is a different plan
02nd May 2020
Written for contest Spring Rhyme Poetry
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
An excerpt from my new short story:
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It would later serve as a guide for his yet-to-be, future. WWI military losses for the Central forces were; 4,386,000, with; 3,700,000 civilian casualties. The Russian Empire conceded to the Bolsheviks Revolution who then executed the Imperial family. Military losses for the Allied forces were; 5,525,000, with; 4,000,000 civilian casualties. The German Empire ended after Kaiser Wilhelm II abdicated his throne on November 9th, 1918. Two days later on the 11th of November 1918, The Peace Armistice was signed by the newly formed, German Republic, and the Soviet Union. The end of WWI left a highly decorated Adolf, wholly confident and sharply experienced.