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Memories
Memories of, come on the wings of shadowy, rainbow coloured experiences we hang on,
to the hands of Father Time, as he carries on, while all else – history – is long gone.
Memory ticks off each moment, sends them on their way into the darkness,
for some, into everlasting perpetuation of shear starkness .
The face of Father Time winks, he blinks and reflects with every turn
all that we once knew, or went through – maybe ?, still yearn
for, yet we ocassionally realize that the face of Old, Father Time,
is but a mirror, reflecting what – for some – was once so sublime.
Memories guide some into what was surly a crime.
Memories for others, take them into the poetry of rhyme.
Memories for some, lock them up, will not let them be.
Memories for the rest, have always kept them free.
Memories, sometimes are willing to let you see
that one’s life has been a great sea
of many coloured experiences to cherish,
each moment of them to relish.
B. J. “A” 2
October 31st, 2012
You recall his every feature—
his unique laugh
and sexy smile,
his exuberance, magnified by his zest for life.
Sifting the ashes of love and grief,
smiles and tears mingle with your pain;
and yet, time fails to subdue Death's impact.
You feared the ugliness of Death,
when you looked upon his face,
and said goodbye with a kiss.
Your heart, tethered to the past,
falls prey to memory's magic spell:
as selective thoughts console your soul.
And forever feelings surface,
carried by an emotional tide
that causes you to stumble for support,
reflecting on the life you've shared.
Holding hands once kindled longings,
that fueled passion's flame
and made life worth living.
Yet now, it's time to shed one final tear,
and let it water your withered heart:
allowing love to bloom within it, once again.
The Jewels of April
sparkles on the leaves,
reflecting in
the world of the microcosm
the birth of spring
the fleeting blue, blue sky, the brief
busy bee's dawn flight
It spread its wings
in delight
quick to dance among open flowers,
whirling like a hundred stars
tradition claims
like a jewel
a first-class diamond
indomitable
elastic skirt
while the moon spins in a circle
dangling down like a violin;
I want to flap my wings
a lone raindrop flickers
at my feet
more like April
so much like April,
it seems to me.
Written: April 11, 2023
Like fireflies, glistening in the twilight
Filling hearts with the sweetest calm,
Coloring thoughts in peacefulness, so I write
Words reflecting the grace, its tender balm
Breathing joy through the soul’s darkest night
Like starlight, hastening to stir the heart, elation’s fire
Blazing auburn in the heat resembling summer’s skies
Whispering to the spirit, rhythms who inspire
Erasing all the past with a soothing kindness to chastise
Glowing like the moon whose dream will not expire
Like sunrise, beckoning silently from the still, cool dawn
Amazing the summer with affection so beautiful and wise
Music to the moments who remember loves to dwell on
Poetry in promises made by the July’s laughing beams advise
Promising mountains to birth the light to which they’re drawn
Like the striking grace poured out on those who hear God’s tears
In the rain, the dew, the way that storms brew in the East
Relieving the spirit of its burdens, its past, its timeless war with fears
Who linger inside when the joy, the laughter, the light has released
The heart from its yearning, its burning belief – calling through the years
Family Visit
Highway destination
Christmas presentation
Roll out smile
Reflecting back while
Baltimore being my arrival
Thinking on a Christmas novel
Connection in togetherness
Christmas Day almost upon
Snow falls starting the holiday right
Momentum spirit
Inspirating merit
Journey on Journey on
Christmas has officially begun
Embracing love among
Merry Christmas in the Greyhound way
Peace, Joy and Blessings every step of the getaway
Happy Prosperous New Year 2026
Through the mind and enter the heart
Love surrounds and spread it in warmth
The friendly Greyhound Driver with handshake extended
Go Greyhound and let memories carry their own holiday stories for many years to come.
In the shadows, beneath the darkness
Hides a whisper of silent heartbreak
Reflecting mourning that rises within
Where there is little more than a breath
Of melancholy that persuades my spirit
To listen to the music echoing inside
As I dance to the colors of God’s verses
Ending the pain, the sorrow and grief
The longing for a moment of reprieve
In the silhouette of a happy hope
Lingers a feeling of joy so tantalizing
It mirrors the grace found in the soul
Who knows that their worth is realized
In their relationship with God above
The One who gives the answer to all
The prayers they have spoken to Him
With the assurance that He will bring
Answers that color the heart in relief
In the hues of sapphire faith and grace
There lives a million moments of longing
For the chance to reach out to someone
With inspiration, encouragement, assurance
That the light of love lingers on in the one
Who listens to the scripture’s blessings
And smiles with a hint of peace and fulfillment
Found inside the heart and soul of those
Who know God is always in control of it all
In the light, beneath the glowing insight
Shrouds a sense of reassurance that comes
From knowing that there is wisdom and strength
In the kindness that God gives His children
There is sincerity and warmth within the one
Who carries the Word to those who need to know
God is alive… He thrives and survives
Every loss, each problem, every difficulty
He lives to give His children the gift of true love
The plastic card slides into the slot
and his finger records selections,
reflecting opinions
shaped by talking heads on TV.
The voter sighs
while listening to the printer
add his ballot
to the paper strip.
He exits the polling place
with a champion’s swagger,
as if his ballot is greater.
The smile on his face
reflects fulfillment,
like a teacher at day’s end.
But,
as though he were a child
with no understanding of complex issues,
he feels others inferior—
those unfamiliar with his talking heads.
The next morning his disappointment
overwhelms
when tallies reveal loss
and enemies rejoice.
Friends and family are pushed
into the background,
as grief overcomes
the now despondent voter.
Like single-minded soldiers, we rise at heaven’s call
To answer Christ our Captain and surrender Him our all
Not wavering at His orders, not questioning His way
We march beneath His banner through the labor of the day
For He who leads before us has conquered sin and grave
And those who follow closely learn what it means to serve: be brave
Like farmers in the fields, we labor through the heat
Sowing seeds of faith and mercy where the weary people meet
We wait upon the harvest with patience, sweat, and prayer
Trusting God will bring the increase from the work He planted there
Like athletes in the race we discipline the soul
Not beating at the air but with each glancing blow
We cast aside distractions we keep our footsteps true
Lest careless hearts be hindered from the work we’re called to do
Like workers before the Master approved and unashamed
We handle Holy Scripture with reverence for His Name
We cut the truth with wisdom keep doctrine straight and clear
So wandering hearts may listen and the humble soul may hear
Like vessels cleansed for service made useful in His hand
We turn from what would stain us and obey His pure command
A cup prepared for blessing a dish made clean and bright
Fit for the Master’s table and the Mephibosheth invite
Like fishers of the waters we cast the gospel net wide
Calling souls to Christ the Savior to His mercy, to His side
With nets of truth and kindness with patience, love, and care
We speak the news of pardon to the lost ones everywhere
Like salt within the earth, we preserve what God calls good
Seasoning a darkened world with the life of brotherhood
We make the thirsty wonder where living waters flow
That hearts may seek their Maker and His saving grace may know
Like lights upon a hillside we shine because He shines
Reflecting Holy Beauty through our actions in our times
We point to the road of mercy, to reconciliation’s door
Where sinners meet the Father and are strangers nevermore
Like branches on the True Vine, we bear the fruit of grace
Drawing life from Christ alone, Holy Spirit in His palace
Apart from Him we wither, but joined to Him we grow
And from His living fullness our cruciform services flow
Here lies the only opening to hell
A lovely rapture
For any person hoping to live and tell
When even the lord himself
Turns his shoulder and looks away
The curse of man
To never again see a passing day
The world is only a reflection of your doom
In our weary eyes, failure looms
Here lies the only opening to hell
A lovely rapture
For any person hoping to live and tell
Floating naked devils
The obstacles I come to find upon my return
Currently digging my way to a forsaken level
Reflecting on past transgressions
It’s become a field of flawed confessions
I remember a child
Whom once looked to captivate the world
Fallen short he realized he was but a colorful mutt
Finding comfort in a reality that all doors were shut
Here lies the only opening to hell
A lovely rapture
For any person hoping to live and tell
I heard a relaxation tape
That’s meant to help you sleep,
Its soothing tones enticing you
To slumber, sans the sheep.
A female voice suggested
That you focus on your day,
Especially on upbeat things
Encountered on your way.
Think back on all the foods you ate,
The veggies and the fruit,
Reflecting on where they were grown
And where they went en route.
Next concentrate on someone who
Brings joy and makes you smile
And hopefully your eyes will close
Or start to, in a while.
The disembodied voice droned on,
Releasing to the void
Suggestions which may work for some,
But just made me annoyed.