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Every morning at close to four
She made the coffee, percolated
Poured it into cups with saucers
And they each would have a cup
Pouring the potent black liquid
Into the saucers before drinking
The cooling solution from them
This was only one more glimpse
Into the heart of Appalachian living
A day by day extravaganza of insights
Carried down from the Irish ancestors
Who’d come to this land in America
Realizing it reminded them of the
Wonders that were once their Ireland
As the coffee moved from the percolator
To a Mr. Coffee that sat on the sink
The children began to drink from their cups
But Granny and Pa still used their saucers
A reminder of all that had come before
And the things that were past that would
Forever remain ingrained in their hearts
We are God’s children, and precious are we,
but we should listen to what He had to say
to his disciples, who gave us His words.
God told them that He was the way.
“I am the way, the truth, and the life,”
and not only that, but “the light of the world.”
the light that Christ spoke of is so divine
we can’t comprehend it . . . it’s infinity-swirled.
Can you imagine its pulsating bliss?
If you saw it, could you turn away?
It’s yours by His grace, and it’s the gift
we celebrate each Easter, the chosen remembrance day.
If we could see it and touch each gold ray,
our hearts would sing poetry, for love would reign.
Peace would abide. Envy, hate and greed
would vanish – no more would we see their ugly stain.
“I am the way, the truth, and the life.”
How I would love to feel that radiant light
emanating from our Lord – enveloping us all.
Oh, how glorious it would be. Oh, what pure delight!
You loved me, this I know
but then you had to go
and things were never quite the same again
On that January day
I kind of lost my way
and those thoughts and feelings just elude my pen
I was but eleven
when you went off to heaven
it was quite a jarring lesson at that age
And now 40 years have passed
since the day I saw you last
when I learned the hard way I must turn the page
You know, I miss you dad
and I would be so glad
if only I could see you once again
When I finally come your way
I’ve a world of things to say
All those feelings once elusive to my pen
© Mike Wise
1/23/17
To leave is harder than to love
To leave is harder than to love.
The bond bridged by almighty above.
Holds a new definition now.
Not to be together again - a vow.
To go to - our basket of memories
And taking each other's failures and glories
To take away , what each liked.
To unthorn the heart, spiked.
To forget each other - to move away
Will love forever - did they say?
Hopes and promises all fake
Hating each other, for each other's sake.
To fight - to seperate- to crave
So be meek but brave
Filling bags of emotions and tears
I leave - with a heart, which bears.
Nothing now can hold me back
Yes, somethings I have, many I lack
But how will I live- from here
My life is not life, without you dear.
The world of emotions - broke
Melted by soul - a cruel joke
Dissolving my innocent arrogance.
Do I still have a chance?
O! Why am I thinking again the same
Why on thought of love, comes your name.
Why I am so restless again.
Am I feeling, the eternal pain.
Which peirced the chest of all
On whose grave, who crawl
One crave- for a second of love
A touch a blessing a white dove.
My arrogance may feather my pride
To leave my love and chide
But the pale child which hides in me
Ask ' my lover, last time can I see.'
I broke with him- we both cry
Sitting on a bench- people going by
No my dear- she is gone
And to this night there is no dawn.
The empty soul of mine sits alone
Mourning for my love- which is gone
Penetrates me with his deep eyes
Wasn't it all, falseness and lies.
I had an answer but dared not speak
As he is immortal and I week
Said he ' have seen ages and ages of love
When I was not in you - but sitting above.'
I have been in bodies of priests,cheats
Butchers and rogues- but none beats
The shallowness of yours - I hate
But for 30 more years that is my fate.
Akash sangwan
A fine tablecloth, Lenox china,
sterling dinner ware.
Tall, elegant candles in shiny
golden candelabras.
Un chantes, d' amour fill the
starry night that I can smell in your
heavenly hair.
The songs of Piaf and Aznavour
soften me, caught in this love-lair.
Massages and sultry kisses.
A sink full of unwashed dishes.
It's time we dance, mon trevor!
Blow out the candles and close the
doors!
So that, we can, in sweet silence,
become one with the stars.
Simply, gorgeous you and I!
In overwhelming desire,
to quench our insatiability.
Those glorious moments of fulfilling
our hearts' utmost desires.
July 19, 2019
6:30pm PST
When I ask my Creator to lead me along paths of light, I find that great difference where loneliness tried to keep me on its side, and thanks to His grace, He guided me to places where the hallmark is belief and happiness in abundance. It is remembered that some friends were going to see the princesses of the place, and one day I accompanied them, finding that light in the most beautiful gaze that has ever come into my life, giving way for my heart to hasten and thus not let you go from my side, forming such a blessed couple that when we go to prisons and dark places, the light of our Creator always takes effect in new hearts. Happy holy days!!!!!!
Lraularguellesmtz!!!!!!
(Digging My Own Grave Series)
To rest.
To rest me.
To rest you.
To rest my I.
To rest my eyes.
To rest my beliefs.
To rest my opinions.
To rest my judgments.
To rest my expectations.
To rest my idea of prayer.
To rest my weak innocence.
To rest my needs and my wants.
To rest my obligations to all others.
To rest my speech of all words spoken.
To rest my case in the light of my living.
To rest my worries and all my anticipations.
To rest the heat of my affections and my anger.
To rest my-song of my compliments and complaints.
To rest my hearing of all words read, seen, and heard.
To rest my mobility to do anything at all towards everything.
To rest my-breath of my existence unto the fold of non-existence.
To rest my importance because only all other things in life are vital.
To rest my anxiety to control others in my life, permitting them to be free of me.
To rest each day as if the seventh day is to yield my soul and to my heart be true
It feels like just yesterday I saw you smiling,
and talking in whispering notes,
and it's today that you marked your new journey.
The news that brought tears to my eyes,
and you made me remember, what it was like to cry.
Aghast I am that,
never again to you, I will say hello.
It was hard to see you in eternal sleep,
clad in white, covered in flowers.
Yet my heart still says,
you would always stay around.
Your voice so subtle,
yet your wisdom and thoughts so profound.
Now you in that heavenly place,
on the wings of the heavenly dove,
soaring so high above.
As today you parted away in silence and tears,
to disembody for a new journey,
broken and shattered I am,
I regret never saying how much I love you,
and in silence, I grieve.
Let me cry myself to sleep at night,
and pray that Jesus keeps your soul at peace.
Now and forever,
you will be the one I always admired.
©Chitra Arun
(* In the memory of my beloved Uncle Eapen, who now rests peacefully in the heavenly abode)
A dry and barren moat
around historic tower, London’s pride
for many years in restful dormant mood
dreaming of days gone by
when swords clashed and armour creaked;
the yells and screams of battle filled the air.
Testament of courage and pain;
did those who fought there die in vain?
A dry and barren moat
now back to life to mark Remembrance Day
with a gushing flow of poppies dressed in red
reflecting thoughts of Flanders.
Who dedicates these scarlet blooms,
to souls that rest in earthen tombs?
A dry and barren moat
its open bleeding heart that drips with recollections
of destructive devastation and needless deaths.
Governments rise only to fall;
cries still trapped in the tower's wall.
A dry and barren moat
where visitors now see the red carpet
in place to praise bravery.
Haven't families of lost soldiers
earned a red carpet too?
Let them saunter somberly
above the moat, across the fields.
Such is the costly price of war;
buried loved ones we'll see no more.
A dry and barren moat
encases the historic tower,
a silhouette reminder at sunset
that no one wins a war.
A lone bugle plays taps;
it resounds through the crisp air.
A sad family walks away,
leaving tears on a floral spray.
---------------------------------------------------
Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire (Nov. 2014)
Duty calls from valleys deep and wide,
Wide like hearts where brave resolve does bide.
Bide the storms, through fire and endless rain,
Rain of trials met with a calm refrain.
Refrain from fear when darkness clouds the sky,
Sky holds hope where eagles dare to fly.
Fly with honor carved in steel and soul,
Soul forged firm in sacrifice and role.
Role of country’s shield in battle’s fire,
Fire of freedom fed by hearts’ desire.
Desire to serve with valor, strong and true,
True to flags in red and white and blue.
Blue, the banner waving high above,
Above all stands their country, duty, and love.