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all the beauty and wonder
a vision of dreams
a natural spectacular
slipped through a seam
making smiles for miles
you lit up our days
as your voice rang out
souls lost were saved
your anger is deep
at the harshness of life
I’ve seen crying for days
for a strangers plight
a heart on a platter
is what you give out
at injustice your rage
cant be sold for a shout
I have cried with laughter
at the oddest times
on a rainy night
at the witching line
I have watched you create
a scripture of hours
I watch as your smile
adorned the wildflowers
I could cry for the pain
that’s burning my heart
I could rage at the night
while I rip it apart
But I push that aside
for the love that I feel
couldn’t be stronger
or anymore real
your a flower on my moon
a star in my night sky
I sit here and wonder
will I let my heart cry
the tribute you’ve given
I send back to you
for the butterfly days
and the wildflowers too
at the ebb of the tide
as light hits the moon
flowers are dancing
as spring threads your loom
all the beauty and wonder
of a walking dream
the moonbeams are quiet
as she slips through a stream
Namaste
The Ship
The sails were white, except the spinnaker.
That was bright blue like the sky above.
In the center was an eagle, wings spread, claws out.
To call her pirate, would be… to do her wrong.
She was more, much more.
Her crew were tall, not under fed.
They came from every nation.
The call, was like a song.
“Come, come to the stars, to lands and worlds far away.”
It was from every mouth, on every breath.
Adventure.
Treasure maps sold at the corner, the five and dime plus.
See everything, miss nothing.
Buy a card to send back home.
Leave it in the box…
At the front.
Words could not express, the music was so sweet.
The draw, the pull, the magic of someplace new…
Responsibility pulling everything down,
like an anchor on reality.
The promise…
let go.
We sit inches apart,
glowing screens between us,
a thousand miles wide.
We speak in echoes,
algorithm-fed replies,
pre-packaged thoughts
we never owned.
I send you a message.
You send back a reaction.
A digital thumb,
a cartoon heart,
a flicker of presence—
then gone.
We gather in crowded rooms,
silent, heads bowed in reverence
to the gospel of notifications.
A congregation of ghosts,
all here,
all absent.
Your voice is there, but flattened.
Your eyes are there, but dimmed.
I reach for you—
but you are buffering.
And yet, we post proof of life,
a curated display
of curated selves,
hoping someone, somewhere,
will see beyond the pixels,
will touch something real.
But no one does.
Because we are so connected,
yet we can’t see each other anymore.
I was lasting for long...
Tried not to wrong.....
Made my way down the road,
And no reason to cry,
What shall meet that time?
I was such a fool,to let go!
Stood by that door,.....lifted my hand to snubbed that soul,
And no reason to even lie
Send back that mind,
Lifted my eyes in the sky,....
Sure to see those behind me.
Breaking intentions in high grams,
Wash away dirt from that durable apparel,
Yearning more for farewell,
How do I wait and say,"forgive me"?
Lofty my words of regret may be,
No one knows what tomorrow will set on the dinning table,
Shadows of pain,shed of rebel,
Jumped over an elephant,till several times only to a lizard.
Every word will be held sad,
Like the ass roared to the farmer,
No room for the accuser!
Host of counts and countess,
Desperate for societal powers,
Come forth to carry me home,
Always playing in rain,
As sunshine brings happiness in lane.
Forgiveness clears a sinful pot,
Seventy seven by seven......ridicule not!
How loud the anthem played
with soldiers on parade
off to some foreign land
helping a new nation take a stand.
Wars lag on
easily forgotten by the throngs
Men and women come home
unannounced without songs.
Peace remains aloof
and the battle cries lie in the proof
that greedy needs of the powerful and rich
took us in with their loudest pitch.
Democracy indeed should be for all
but the men and women still fall
beneath the war cry bombing foreign lands
would that peace soon be at hand.
Let the anthem be played again
for brave women and young men
bring them home to family and love
send back the olive branch with the dove.
The ending of your salvation
Is the ending of your life
Like Lazarus he's very poor
He wear sack cloth, he's sick
He only eat the crumbs under the rich man's table
The rich man has all the things in life
He is famous, he's powerful, he's respected
Death is the equalizer of life
Lazarus died, the rich man also died
Lazarus died angel came and bring Lazarus to heaven
The rich man died, for few seconds
He open his eyes and he's in the torment of hell
The rich man made so much request to Abraham
To send Lazarus to send back to Earth and preach to his 5 brothers
The rich man became an Evangelist this time
Requesting somebody must preach repentance to his house
To know avail his request wasn't granted
No more rewinding of life, no turning back my friends
We have given 70 years on Earth
To find that salvation in our life
If you can't, negotiate to Him, pray to God
If you find that salvation, repent and surrender
Sign the covenant and do His will no matter what.
Unsolicited feedback
across rock of ages woke
beguiling ghostly busty spectre
courtesy Marie-Antoinette,
(i.e. bride of France's arty choke
King Louis XVI) bespoke
let him eat cake, and (sic)
send back the bloody bloke,
aye suddenly begot idea rye
Jack Corner of zee desk
didst impale and provoke
moderately painful injury
right side rib cage
analogous to intriguing
unfortunate circumstance
mysterious secret shrouded
as dagger and cloak
(think Alfred E. Neuman,
viz MAD Magazine), yes no joke
lovely bones of me body electric,
(particularly right side rib cage)
severely traumatized, nailed, injured...
crucified oft told umteen times,
yet omitting key mirrors and smoke,
significant Dorian Gray parallel,
when former antique,
viz secrétaire looking glass reflection,
spider hairline fractures radiated
resembled bay of pigs in a poke
ham handedly oinked,
quaked, shattered... broke
into bajillion pieces
deafening, exploding,
glowering thunder stroke
jagged shrapnel size shards
unleashed cosmic force
lacerated, gnashed, beribboned...
impeaching flesh with
one engulfed masterstroke,
no rhyme nor reason aiming to choke
off promising poet (ha) of corpse
resembling scrambled egg yolk
posthumous fame besmoke
salvaged mine besmirched reputation
courtesy humble cartoon character
bugs bunny and kinfolk spoke
daffy fully eulogizing humor did evoke.
Too much negativity can lead astray --
what you see is more of what you
will get; what you hear are the echoes
that your heart will send back – what you pray are
the angels you will attract...the God
type who will lead them. Entertain in your mind
deceit, greed, war and violence, greater fire and smoke
will suck the air from your experienced everyday environment.
Speak vehemence, vengeance, and the Lord of retribution
will contrive your footsteps and flying – the deity
of heavens and hells will imprint new
such drama landscapes, battles of your dawns and nights.
One manifests, forms and reforms fears and desires his
deluded heart and soul mistakenly empower. Clean
one’s self, and both heaven and hell
will be at last an immaculate harmony of peace and shared
love. Heaven on earth. No Second Coming till then.
Are you in my head
a thought that doesn’t feel like mine
a memory whispering through me
asking me to see
what I am told is real
If you say I smiled today, it stays stored that way
only if you say so
If you say I sounded gentle
then that is what I was
only if you say so
If you say the moment was warm, it keeps its heat archived in my memory
only if you say so
If you say the light felt right
I stop arguing with the dark
as if it is a language my mind no longer knows how to translate
only if you say so
My thoughts blur at the edges of nightfall
Will you be my sight
I am learning not to see on my own
So whatever you say becomes what I believe
You are my eyes
and I am the version of me you send back to me
because I stopped trusting my own eyes
and now even desire feels like something I was told to want
As daylight dawns my eyes close
On another sleepless night
So cold and all alone without
Your arms to hold me tight
I look out through the glass
And watch the sunrise in the sky
And still I find no answers
As again I’m asking why
My nights they seem so endless
Then I face another day
So full of pain and loneliness
Since God took you away
People say that time will heal
That I’ll get over you
That one day I will laugh again
That I’ll find someone new
I only wish they’d understand
Why that will never be
I’ll never love another
For you were my destiny
Take me back to when we were
I need you by my side
For every night I'll call your name
And in your love I'll always hide
And though I've tried to carry on
My fears I cannot hide
I just can’t face this world alone
Without you by my side
The tablet bottles empty now
And on our bed I lay
I put my hands together
Then I close my eyes and pray
"Please God will you send back down
My Angel from above
Then he will gently take my hand
And lead me back to love..
He’ll guide the way to Heaven
Where together we will be
Two Angel's who are blessed with love
For all eternity"...
By Raina Hutchins