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In late dusks, smothered sighs of pain melt into tomorrow,
When waltzing sounds lift and fall in veiled irrelevance.
Sacred moments are captured in the twilight’s golden yolk of creation,
While crystalline waves of wind ring a farewell to the fate of the day.
A lone dove cuts through the cinnamon clouds,
In a final dance through the heavens' gate, resplendent.
With eternally youthful dreams soaked in golden honey,
It bears its flight, gliding gracefully in an aerial ballet.
How fleetingly life can slip from our grasp
When passion yearns for the gaze of its beloved.
Echoes linger in the dusk, reminders of lost mysteries,
Treasures pilfered from the darkness of oblivion, from the temple of dusty memory.
I stand my vigil as infinity spills across the heavens
And wonder swells the truth within my heart...
The sky catches fire from its dying rays; purposes scatter like ash.
Each rising star is a promise that all that is lost is finally found.
Frozen in a straw stand, I dream with eyes cast towards bleeding horizons,
I see every contour you desired quiver above, convinced there's still room for forgiveness.
The dusk, that poet who writes in colors, turns my weeping into a silent hymn,
For in the silent citadel of the night, we both wander, peeling veil from veil.
Like the dove, I yearn to traverse curtains of golden trails,
To perhaps discover in flight the meaning lost in the turmoil of time.
But wings are lost in the dark outline, when stars light their soft beacons,
And I lie down in the lap of night with your memories cut out, like bread for passing birds.
Dusk overwhelms us with its mystery, just when we wish to see clearer,
And in this interlude, as day capitulates, a yearning stirs and grows,
Under the beam of the last light, your vow resonates, wordless but steadfast,
In the evening song, whispering among the stars, the promise that you will remain, forever.
Leah See
1817 – 1897
I lived 80 long years.
Struggling with sickness and deprivation.
Toiling like a slave
In the mad heat of 80 summers
And the bone-numbing cold of 79 winters.
Striving and straining for happiness and earthly fulfillment.
No man or woman, or God even,
Can take away my honest dealings and daily concerns
For the well, the sick and the dying
Of this former fledgling Quaker community.
But know this old Whittier town,
Town of a hundred years hence,
Yes, you, my once adopted home
By the rising hills to the north and to the east.
Know that my anger for you holds no bounds.
After sweet Artilissa passed away,
You let my grave go to waste.
My tombstone was vandalized and left toppled
By the youthful foolish ones
From the big high school to the south.
Left crumpled and broken
There in the weeds and the trash.
My 80 years as a struggling woman and wife
Left as refuse for the rats!
My final resting place here in Clark Cemetery
Is not to be found now.
You in your temporary wisdom took my name away,
Took my life dates, carved with condoling care,
My allotted years as a breathing thinking human being,
Carved for all time on my beautiful expensive tombstone.
But you took it away in a trash truck.
Mine and my fellow citizens’
Here in this hollowed ground of seeping death.
So, if you dare,
Living ones of the now and the future
Come visit me here in the night.
Come to this haunted old graveyard on Broadway Street.
And I will show myself to you in my anger!
I will show you my living spirit
In all its resplendent colors of the rainbow!
Come boldly, distant cousins and ancestors,
And I will prove to you
There is no death!
There is an english garden that I visit in a dream,
where trees are full of blossoms and the atmosphere serene.
A canopy of branches lightly shades a winding lane
and sunlight filters through the trees and warms a gentle rain.
Wild lavender and daisies grow around the willow trees,
and red and yellow daffodils sway gently in the breeze.
Resplendent water lilies on the pond lend gentle grace,
and butterflies in courtship play, then lovingly embrace.
Beyond the lily pond a white thatched cottage stands alone,
with picket fence and climbing vines, I know that it's my home.
The peonies in white and pink are lush and in full bloom,
and as I pass the garden gate I smell their sweet perfume.
My dear cat Elle is waiting for me on the welcome mat,
then follows me inside the house for cuddles on my lap.
The light is slowly fading as the sun begins to sink,
and leaves behind a brilliant glow of crimson, red and pink.
This dream is in a timeless place where visions become form,
and this is where you'll find me, when I'm once again reborn.
My own eyes behold you.
My own eyes behold you, Oh Great Potter! designer of earthling man
You continue to mold us, holding us closely in your strong hands.
My own eyes behold you, Your Majesty and all Your Splendour
Resplendent beauty that's transcendent of all human measure.
My own eyes behold you, your wisdom in the sun, moon and stars
Observing celestial lights flickering, I know that heavens not that far!
My own eyes behold you, a God so loving in all your ways
Never do I want to stray from you in all my earthly days.
My own eyes behold you, a God so vigorous in your power!
You will save all who call on your name and run into your tower!
My own eyes behold you, your faithfulness and your loyalty!
To imperfect humans, who make mistakes, we truly are not worthy.
My own eyes behold you, your justice and your mercy is on display
To all who take the time to know you, to listen to you and obey!
My own eyes behold you, as you really are, Universal Sovereign King!
May your kingdom come, your will be done, as you rule over everything!
John Derek Hamilton
February 16,2016
Time accelerates our brief existence like those summer's storms
that bring on fright, lasting minutes only;
and age with its feebleness, allows years
to deepen ugly wrinkles and cause endless fear...inducing pure folly!
Youth days were a reflection of an eternal beauty
which adorned our faces with uncontrollable excitement,
looking forward to the next day with joy and certainty,
but when it started to fade...we noticed much discontent!
Time remains an unresolved mystery we cannot comprehend:
it flees from our gaze, to return with resplendent sunlight
and elude us that's not a curse for those nearing their end...
what's the purpose of being alive and then vanish into the twilight?
If that apple had not been bitten by a disobedient woman so weak:
we wouldn't have experienced any frightful events but happiness,
and certainly, our skin would have been smoother than a baby's cheek;
be assured that no attempt will stop neither time nor age from ravaging us!
Each evening I sit alone in deep thought,
and stare in wonderment
at constellations without a name;
how many suns, like ours,
are invisible to these stupefied eyes...
how far are they from where I am?
To own a corner of that sky,
I should be much closer to them to shine;
and I must find me a place in this Universe,
become a star so insignificant and unashamed...
beginning to exist among their magnificence!
To go further, where astronauts are guided by stars,
I must have the indomitable spirit of Columbus
and the bold courage of David!
Each morning the resplendent sunrise
awakens me to end my imagined journey...
with consternation and demise;
my pursuit was to inevitably conquer
my fear and not relinquish any possibility...
to penetrate the depths of space
with nothing more than grace...
for a design that I was eager to declare!
To own a corner of that sky,
I must have an insuperable and indisputable faith...
with a determined purpose in mind:
so that doubts wouldn't abound and end my quest!
dwelling in singularity
complete but arid
at peace but loveless
living light in renewal
having no urge to act
yet feels a need arise
to feel contrast by touch
for which it must shed
it’s resplendent splendour
walk barefoot on hot sands
in decaying organic form
with memory erased
clutching onto but hope
of its essence in the heart
pangs of separation
exhilaration of divine union
embraced by innocence
in astonishment and wonderment
provides an impetus
to the tremulous heart
to seek bliss in permanence
embodying zenith rapture
in form of dust so ensouled
and thus the search begins
requiring lifting of the veil
mirages manifested in dreams
requiring erasure of identity
to which Self now clings
Environmental sumptuous symmetry uniquely resplendent,
kaleidoscopic kindling of the visual nirvana,
spiral rapture enshrouded stimulant,
sapphire dawn first light purr nectareous,
a mint ice tinged mystic morning mantra,
that pearl stud morph to fortify a lifelong gumption,,
my refrain when I turbulently wade,
through the gust blown fronds of
moisture beadlet grassland,
parsley scent haze a blissful hover,
companion piece to a crystal ball air float,
exotic bird flock hymnody chaotic,
invigorating sonic feasts caress green tree copses,
natural world refuge from the algal bloom of toxic menace,
when disruption, demonic and destabilising,
suddenly impinges like an incandescent meteoric charge,
spewing ashen vomit with brutal oscitation,
without a shard of qualm, twinge of scruple,
or even faint scintilla’s rueful finger,
earthly pulchritude’s grandiloquent cocktail unfurls,
like a gallant rapid rescue mission from the elements,
to brandish freshwater lakes so alluring,
sea star tidal pools, azurite strewn rustic ripple
tides,
I am endowed and emboldened to an enduring
advocacy,
of this behemoth planet so boundless in its beauty,
Dear earth my shelter
within grasp now under siege
still I “dwell” in hope
The month of October is a most delightful time of the year.
Though skies at times may be gray and the weather drear,
It proffers so many splendid opportunities for our delight,
Like the glowing hunter's moon casting its brilliant light!
Trees have donned their colorful robes for our viewing pleasure.
Languid Indian summer days linger with warmth that we treasure.
Golden pumpkins ripen for jack-o-lanterns and delectable pies,
And skeins of geese rule the pristine skies with their haunting cries!
Busy farmers reap their harvests ere the snows begin to fly.
Magnificent roses now silently close their petals with a final sigh.
Oak and ash logs are hewn for a winter night's glowing flame,
Nigh which folks will fellowship watching the Sunday game!
Happy children relish a hayride down a moonlit country lane,
Sipping hot apple cider and joining in harmonious refrain!
Later to toast marshmallows and enjoy hearty wiener roasts,
As they regale others by a roaring fire with tales of spooky ghosts!
Halloween parties bobbing for apples and scary costumes are replete.
The neighborhood echoes with anxious pleas of "Trick or Treat!
Nothing quite compares to the wonderful sights and sounds of fall.
October is nature's last resplendent spree ere come the wintry pall!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF
© All Rights Reserved
I say you are my sun -
the splendid resplendent
worshipful dawn of my day.
You say I am your moon -
your lovely counterpart
and your queen in every way.
Always in my eyes
you shine
no matter the time of day.
You are my idol
whose light I reflect.
I know you love me
but in your busy world
it’s I that circle you -
keeping you always in my orbit,
for powerfully do you pull me
in to you.
You call me your luminous goddess,
but please do not take me literally
as Luna.
I do not go through phases
ebbing and then glowing -over and over.
My love and loyalty
are constant,
for I am never a mere sliver of silver,
and neither do I wax at my leisure.
But you would have me matter less
and even have me go
completely dark
when temporal concerns
overwhelm you.
Can’t you see me here
always offering my luminescence?
Call me your moon, Dear.
I accept that gladly,
but to be your Moon,
must I wane?
No, to be your moon
I must reign
at your side.
Different though our earthly roles may be,
I require equality
in the support, respect and love
we give to one another.
How you answer now is critical:
Will you shine as brightly,
my dear one,
as I am able to shine for you?
And will you be my ever
abiding and adoring sun?