Long Rest Poems
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When a woman becomes a mother…when inside she begins to feel her child grow…
those of us lucky enough to witness this miracle…notice how that mother-to-be glows.
And as her children grow…a mother shows her love for them a little every day…
a love she still feels, but doesn’t always get to show, when they grow up and move away.
As Amy and Ryan make the final preparations for their upcoming wedding day…
The love of their two mothers, Sue and Deborah…is now on full display.
When I see them I think back to when Amy and Ryan were babies and all the times in those early years…when the love they felt within their hearts got whispered in their baby’s ears.
How many times did they hug them…rest their chins on their heads from above…
smile…and tell them in a whisper…the secret to a mother’s love?
How thy loved them from the moment they felt their life begin…
How they love them every time they breathe out…
and every time they breathe in.
How they’ll never stop loving them…
How they’ll never ignore, disgrace or doubt them…
How they’ll never stop thinking or worrying…
or wishing or dreaming about them.
A secret shared between every mother and child…
that is easier to show than to explain…
a secret throughout the years…whispered over and over again.
When I’m blessed to bask in their mother’s love…even for a little while
When I see how they look at their children…when I see how that makes them smile..
I think about that glow new mothers-to-be have…a glow that’s easy to discern…
and I think in these two mothers…
even after all these years
how quickly that glow returns.
Reflection in the mirror is mine,
My image in an exposed grasp.
What does it think; what is on its mind,
Does it care; will it cry; might it laugh?
Looking at my twin; that other me,
Such an unnerving and troubling act!
It’s not only just what I see,
But unsure who it is looking back.
Appears the image knows me better,
Than I even know my own true lot,
Free, bound by some immoral tether,
Or pretending to be what I’m not.
Persona that looks deep in my soul,
With searching and haunting eyes that pierce,
Must you be so alarming and bold,
Longing for both of us peace and rest?
Difficult to listen, hard to hear,
Headmaster that is lecturing me,
To be open and never to fear,
Truth endeavoring to set me free.
Jesus Christ, blessed Lord and Savior,
Cleanse my life of all sin and decay,
Help this one reflected in the mirror,
To look himself and You in the face.
Theres a wealth of talent..A sea of strength.' Those who
Have stood outside of self.' Where to place them.? Time
To think.?? There is a way to go today; involve the Lord.'
Dear U S A, some advice from my mind, my heart and soul for indeed
I have heard Mr Trump say' he's humble; this with his lips he told.'
He said Gods the Greatest.' I agree.) So here Goes dear
Friends..Just a line or three.? To thwart the devil who always lurks, you could convene (a strong committe of works) all
Sound people beleivers are best' men and women who have been put to the test, I will give some names right here
Just as a flavour, i mean not to steer.' Maria Vigano
Father James Altman, Tim Ballard, Col MacGreggor R F K
Maybe Ron De Santis? Dr Steven Hotze? The lady who
Defended Mr Trump.? Whatever her name be.? The rest I
Don't know oh.' maybe dr Peter Mcullough? This is just
My idea.? I beleive it has merit if twenty four' could found?
Who in life give all the credit? This takes Mr Trump out of
Being personally involved and places Gods guidance in
The driving role.' It would be faith in action from the
President down.' And let satan (small s) know Mr Trump
Is with God, the freeholder and King of all re-known.!
Into the darkness
Azrarl, slips into the darkness of our nights , looking for us all.
The Grim Reaper, cuts his path deep into our mortality.
Ste Peter, opens wide, those pearly gates for some of us souls.
Beelzebub, strokes hell’s fire, in anticipation,
greetings for the rest of us.
These apparitions come on the wings of mans mind, imagination – designed to fence in – keep the sheep in line –
for sheep are lost, have been for thousands of years in time.
Free Spirits, Lions, Heroes, - all have found a place in rhyme.
Spirit–uality, cosmic dust, cosmic consciousness–this is mine !,
that journey into the great unknown–adventures into the ether.
Is it heaven?, is it hell?, who can tell?, not you!, me neither!
Life on this plane ( heaven or hell ) is where it is at
and where it is at, is what one creates for oneself.
After all is said and done, good, bad, right, wrong,
heaven or hell, - outside one’s mind – exist not !
B. J. “A” 2
April 23rd 2008
The geese.
Again.
Interrupt my day;
which had been
-Interrupted
(All day.)
by my wand’ring mind.
It hithers and thithers.
As the boyish body
ages, the brain withers.
Each day a protest;
silent but for the creaks and groans
(some audible),
against the Grand Dissolution
when my organized bits
are no longer suspended in
solution
and I settle out of the mix
and all is clear once more.
My pigments, my dyes
have their peace of rest:
have their piece of rest -
have their peace in rest -
have the rest of peace -
have their rest in peace -
My wishes, my tries,
Upon the canvas, the clay, the stitchery of
Life, upon my fingers uncleaned -
Everything dies...such is the witchery of
Life.
Where was I?
Oh, yes.
The geese.
Again.
I name this unseen one,
overloft at end of day,
Clarion.
These pages say that a clarion
is a call to action.
I’ve had my part, I’ve had my day.
Action has had its traction, in its day.
Not today. This, no overreaction,
I am over reaction. This be my response,
instead.
I take this goose to be a call.
To inaction.
No, not inaction.
To rest.
To the
Presence.
Before the
Absence.
A poodle lived in her shadow,
it was not ill-treated, just ignored,
its matted form
wandered around the house
looking to be noticed.
The living room
was littered with her underwear,
discarded bras, panties, garters and negligee.
I had no idea
why these things all came to rest here,
scattered around her like that.
I was an occasional pal of her son.
Once she fed a pink baby
from her own white flesh
as if not even noticing us boys.
The soft upholstery of the sittee
settled around her
proclaiming her sovereign presence.
The poodle hesitated to enter the room,
knowing, as we did,
we would never be part of her kingdom.
Lord, we are gathered nigh this sacred, lonely grave,
To commit to You the soul of this Soldier true and brave.
We pray that You will clasp this hero to Your breast,
As he joins his comrades in well-deserved eternal rest.
He proudly wore the uniform and felt it his solemn obligation,
To defend the freedoms we enjoy in this great nation.
Only he knew the din and horror of battle so very well;
He sacrificed that we might yet hear the ring of freedom's bell.
Tho' his time on this earth was, alas, much too brief,
We were truly blessed, may that bring solace in our grief.
Father, we pray that as he begins his eternal bourne,
That You will comfort we who are left behind to mourn.
May we never forget his honored name etched upon this stone,
Your faithful servant who died for mankind's follies to atone.
We know that when Gabriel sounds his triumphant bugle call,
That this gallant man will stand in ranks proud and tall.
As we present our nations flag that he honored to his kin,
And await the well-earned twenty-one gun salute to begin,
And hear the bugler's rendering of "Taps" echoing thro' the air,
We commit this Peacemaker, this Soldier to Thy tender care.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Lightning flashed heated air nitrogen bring
Desired raindrops free the earth from love's dust
Raining upon the dry earth unjust, just
It is only a very tiny thing
But when the clouds roll away birds will sing
On God the provider they place their trust
Even when man from his store throws small crust
Today the heavens with jubilation did ring
While the lightning flashed man did find rest
Tucked away in house, car, or barn over there
Out of sight where no one could see
In the hot argument of clouds man confessed
God I have sinned before you; please forgive me
Then be finished with this sordid affair
In 2019 a Pandemic they said
Our world was turned around
Countries closed their borders
Life was in lockdown
Life as we knew it
Was about to change
In a very drastic way
This unrelenting virus
Was determined to destruct and stay
Rules and restrictions
Were set in place
Wash your hands
Keep your distance
Wear a mask on your face
This virus found the vulnerable
Who were unable to win the fight
Completely running rampant
A helpless, sorrowful plight
Confusion and uncertainty
Engulfed all mankind
Panic, fear, apprehension
Consumed every mind
This virus was named Covid 19
It was highly contagious
In order to win this battle
We required a powerful Vaccine
Scientists worked tirelessly
But knew it was a challenging quest
To conquer this unstoppable virus
And put it to rest
Our planet continued to be in chaos
There seemed no end in sight
No change, no hope, no help
The future was not bright
Months passed by
Into a year
There was word of a vaccine
But it was yet to appear
Finally there comes the day
Covid 19 Vaccine
Was on its way
Optimism and enthusiasm
Filled the atmosphere
While tiny viles were shipped
Far and near
Covid 19 Vaccinations have started
But it is going to take some time
Before our world returns to normal
And covid 19 becomes benign
Your hand brushed mine, old wounds did speak,
whispering fears that I won't let recur.
I'm learning to trust, to let someone seek,
without plotting exits, loves unsure.
My head under your chin, a comforted rest,
you didn't recall but I felt blessed.
In the dark night, with streetlights' gentle vest,
your warmth was a comfort I'd love to test.
The Uber stopped; my fantasy did too.
I left before my heart begged to stay.
In the dark my body's longing was true,
wishing you'd touch me, in the shadows' play.
You climbed out, your tall frame, stumbled behind,
I felt your sleepy hot breath, on the nape of my mind.
You wrapped your arms around me, pulled me close tight.
In your warmth, I found my comforting night.