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The old ruin sat near the brow of the hill
it had been there for centuries forgotten
none now knew for what purpose it had been used
not even the elders who had many suggestions
A not unattractive looking building of stone
and that in it's self only added to the mystery
for these stones were not locally quarried
the nearest place being over 170 miles away
Yet here they had been dragged, then hewed
wrestling them into place quite some task
an imposing building nestled in the hillside
and the views surrounding it post card perfect
Inside was airy and light with most of the roof gone
a strange hearth in the corner of the main hall
large enough for a man to walk into upright
Bread ovens built into the walls and a sitting niche
This was all that was left apart from one roofed room
in here it was dry and warm even a single trundle bed
admittedly very rockety but still it was usable
I decided to camp out the following night, it would be fun
The following evening I climbed the hill as the sun set
tonight it would be a full moon, already the air chilling
I settled in with my few belongings and lit the fire
soon it was roaring, with crackles, hissing and spitting
It was a fine clear night and the heat wonderful
so I made up a bracken bed in front of the fire
I laid back enjoying the stars and a comet shooting past
lazily I slipped not realising into a strange sleep
I found the building restored though it's use still not clear
only a long table and chairs in here, beds in the rooms leading off
then a man came into view, he did not seem to notice me as he passed
he stirred the pot cooking on the fire and set the table
Soon more men came in and sat down to enjoy a hearty meal
I realised from their armour that these were soldiers
so the ram-shackled ruin had once been a lookout post
I woke in the morning well rested remembering my dream
As I walked back down the hill I looked back at it
drenched in sunshine it seemed to gleam a wisp of smoke
curling up from the chimney it looked as if once more alive
not an old forgotten ruin moulding slowly into the landscape
I used the word ram-shackled recently and it struck me as a good theme
for a poem so I wrote this.
~ Yes, I'll set here with Him and with you, but only for a moment... "
Yes talk some alone with you and Jesus! " Of my many dreams.For my new, and expanding family,
and for me,and for Jamie, (((and the many a sorted thing,))) and yes I reckon. ~
~ To run off laughing still I just might go off alone again in time to wrestle with the wind.
(((Oh but no, really...))) In my honesty, and my abandon and in the gentle advance of my heart,
I say to you. For this is to be considered as well. ~
~ In a while I reckon. (I'll want to go back in to help Ma and real soon, and of this I'm sure.) ~
~ To set the table for dinner, and fold, a small lot of the laundry, it is my honest hope this time while I play
and roll and jump around on the ground some for a
moment with my two teenage children and our little Jamie, our young one, and feed my tiger fish and then do
some of the rest of my chores,
and so I have found through God and through the sweet nature and e'er-gentle heart beating well within Him.
~
~ It is to be mine, this! my greatest fortune! ~
~ To have a happy home now and the better part of my fancy set free. For so beset and living in the honest
way-beside-me ... .
By one! The tenderness given to me through the nature of His perfect goodness, perfect Grace. ~
~ Gods' love has finally found me, but still wandering, will I always be! Down along that leafy road. Perusing
along, out amid the mighty
structures of the spruces with Jamie and the honey humble bumble bee, bumbling on by beside me, and
never will I forget these. ~
~ As back when as to cast them... I set my thoughts of this day with my family and with him... Aloof the
songs of the wind while in love I ran about and
chasing them with the many little jumpy grasshoppers. (Always ever ginger in their joy!) ~
~ As they carried in their way for me, and within their spirited hands. My hope of this day! One I have found
with them,
and in view of God and in the ever perfect way, ( of all of this, (His natural beauty!)) ~
~ Yes Jamie could be seen, and as God is the one who has granted me this time to be alone with him.
~
" The oven is set on three hundred and fifty degrees;
the box of the Pillsbury Yellow cake is still unopened, for George's sake,
the kids are in the living room munching on cheese,
who's going to make the perfect batter for Ricky's birthday cake? "
" If no one volunteers, turn off your iPods and put them away
and come to the kitchen to give a hand...isn't it somebody's birthday?
It would be nice to see one use the mixer, the other greasing the pan...
how many of your friends have you invited? I hope not more than ten! "
And giggling they exchange words, thinking I don't hear their whispering;
I was a teen once and know how they think, but today they won't be laughing!
Hurry, bake the yellow cake...we have only two hours left, they'll be coming soon!
" Mary set the table, everything must look fantastic! No, don't lick the spoon!
The door suddenly opens...twenty five teens come into view and say, " Surprise! "
Hundred of small balloons are released from their hands...their thrill rises.
" Good Heavens! Who are these kids with faces painted like circus clowns? "
Have you asked them to attend this party? Where are the real guests? "
Silence filled the aroma-filled kitchen as they looked downward with embarrassment,
" Are they here to crush your birthday party, Ricky...if they are they will get
a taste of my dough roller right now! " No, mom...they want to throw my birthday cake into my face! " " Have they told you so? Wait here, Ricky...I'll think of a trick."
" Hi, cuties...are you ready to have a cake fight? " Yeah, " was their answer.
" Let's do it...do you want to hear a big mommy's laughter when your eyes will burn? "
The smallest one in the group yelled, " The birthday cake had better taste good
or your red face will turn yellow! " " Little rascal, you'll churn like butter! "
In a second the whole house became a battleground... they hurled cupcakes,
cookies and candies, but they had forgotten about the cake in the oven.
Smoke came out of their ears and noses... mom laughed when they ran
outside as if they had seen a real ghost, " Run for your lives before my dog attacks! "
I'd rather be inside doing the baking
Than the one being baked outside in the sun.
I never learned how to barbecue,
As my Dad ran away when I was only two.
Though my Mum taught me how to shoot for the pot,
Which really hit the spot,
As I could do that without seeing a single sun spot.
My Possum is really quite delicious,
Even if slightly malicious.
I have a habit of making a stew out of rabbit.
Visitors are big on anything made from pig.
It would be a mistake to miss my venison steak,
Or duck out without some roast duck.
My ham and eggs are never green, though quite lean.
Mushroom soup with homemade bread will keep you fed
Til the rest of the food is prepared
You can grub for hu hu grubs for me to roast on sticks.
My roast parsnip contains no arsenic.
I don't have to tout for my trout.
Or make a deal for a pie made of eel.
You can make a toast while I tend to the roast.
Or if you prefer give the gravy a stir.
I won't get cross if you give the salad a toss.
Or set the table if you are able.
We can talk while you find me a fork.
Afterwards I will let you judge my fudge.
If you can still budge.
And I will find some liquor that is still pure.
My apple pie with cream piled high is really worth a try.
Pears with homemade wine are quite divine.
I have an art for the apricot tart.
And you won't get over my Pavlova.
I bake my cakes with fresh eggs which seems to please the hens.
Our honey is worth the money
And our jams are in favour for their flavour.
I produce a cheese that aims to please.
My biscuits soon stray from the tray.
If you want any thing more fancy we can look in the pantry.
With skin cancer on the rise, I think I am wise
In getting up early to watch my bread rise.
Though I am still game to go outside with my gun by my side.
But when the sun starts to hurt the eye,
My oven goes back on high for when you come by.
If you stay the night you can dance under moonlight
And wish upon a star from afar outside of a car.
Wouldn't that be more fun than going out in the mid-day sun.
With your true face scared to be exposed.
Judy awoke early this cool morning
and climbed out of her soft warm bed;
quietly she moved without a warning
and was gone before anyone was fed.
Judy had long, blonde, curly hair,
eyes as green as the deepest sea.
Her skin velvet smooth, Snow White fair
with a dimpled smile so light and carefree.
Judy felt older, today she turned four
she left everyone still sleeping.
Carefully unlocked the back screen door;
through early dawn she went creeping.
The barnyard animals began stirring
some of them met her in the yard.
Judy, without haste, went a hurrying
while the dog on the porch stood guard.
With pet chicken Susie tailing her side;
Judy walked to the hen house door.
Gently opened the door up wide,
looked about on the damp dirt floor.
In a basket Judy gathered some eggs
carefully placing them in one by one.
Standing beside her, Susie softly begs
until her plotted task was finally done.
Judy crept quietly into the house,
hoping not to awake the snoozing clan.
She moved as silent as a mouse,
since hatching hen eggs was her plan.
On the couch pillow she placed eggs on top
positioned her bottom, sat very still.
Suddenly she heard a crack, crack, pop, pop;
hatching a baby chicken was a thrill.
Judy arose from the pillow to see,
the eggs were all cracked and a mess.
Oh how she wished she were still three;
she knew she would have to confess.
The house was starting to awake;
momma came down the stairs to cook.
Judy must tell mom about her mistake
before her mom decides to look.
Happy Birthday Judy, her momma said;
what do you have in the sauce pan?
Set the table and toast some bread,
call your daddy and sister Ann.
A soft kiss fell on Judy’s cheek
as tears rolled down her somber face.
Judy sat down the pan to speak
and received a soothing embrace.
Momma took the cracked eggs in hand
stirred them up with bacon and cheese.
Scrambled eggs was what mom had planned
promptly served them for all to please.
Copyright © 2005 by Caryl Muzzey
Yep I reckon I'll go out, about a bit to roam, and talk a while
and ponder I will, yep, set here and talk some alone with God
of the many a sorted thing, and I reckon to run in fun still, I might
with the wind, but as well, in a while I reckon, I'll want to go back
in to help Ma, and but real soon, and of this I'm sure, to set the table
for dinner, and play some with the young one, and feed my tiger fish
and then do some of the rest of my chores, and so it is to be mine this, my
fortune, to have a happy home now and the better of my fancy
set free, for so beset and living in way beside me, by one, the
tenderness in way of His Grace, His love has finally found me,
but still wandering, will I always be, down along that gravel road
out amid the mighty structures of the spruces with the honey humble
bumble bee, bumbling on by beside me, and never will I forget these, as
back when as to cast them, I set my dreams aloof the songs of the wind
while in love I ran about and chasing them with the little jumpy
grasshoppers ever ginger in their joy as they carried in way
within their hands my hope of this day one so to be found
whith them, and in view of God and in way of all of this,
His natural beauty, I could be seen, and as He is the one
who has granted me this time to be alone with Him, I reckon
for a moment underneath the shade of my porch roof, and
inview of the wandering sky's, for awhile I'll stay, and sit
here outside amid the judicious graces in view of the
many tendering wooding leaf and many effervescent
flower blooms and take this time and a sharpened
hand in this very simple pleasure
as well and remain right here, on this
porch, in my easy chair, and rock amid this
simple wood awhile and whittle my stick, for I reckon real
soon, this time alone with Him, well it'll be all gone, but it'll
be all mine and a brighter hope for another time, yes a brighter
hope for me, another time, on another day with Him, I reckon...
Take out the trash on Tuesday and remember the white bags are recyclable;
Don’t mix the trash with the pig food, we’re saving the world;
Put the yard waste on the curb on Friday after you finish pruning;
Don’t oversleep on harvest days;
Be careful, remember we deal with squash, not squish;
Vacuum and cover the pool today;
Take your shoes off before you enter the house;
Always hold the door for the ladies;
Half-naked girls aren’t friendly girls;
Don’t do drugs for they hinder your mind;
Be sure to keep holy on the Lord’s day;
Don’t cuss for this is the infamous cuss jar;
This is how to tie a figure-eight, this is how to shoot a doe;
This is how to treat your lady, and this is how to treat your foe;
This is how you wear your tie;
This is how you plant the seeds;
This is how you chop a fallen pine;
this is how you hoe some weeds;
this is how you talk to Pops and Ma;
This is how to drive your tractor;
This is how to cook a steak;
But don’t fix dinner for God’s sake—you’re not a girl, you know;
Don’t go shopping, go farming;
Don’t do girly things for you are a young man and must become and old man;
This is how you burn the leaves;
This is how you study;
This is how you use a saw;
This how you change the break pads and this is how you build a house;
This is how you work out—you might want to play some sports;
This is how you take care of your wife and your kids;
This is how you change a diaper like a man;
Sometimes it’s okay to lie, or leave without saying goodbye;
Sometimes its okay to skip work to fix dinner for your lady;
This is how you set the table;
This is how to track muddy footprints through the freshly cleaned house when work just wasn’t good today;
This is how you kiss a ladies hand;
But what if the lady won’t let me kiss her hand?;
You mean to say that after all you are really going to be the kind of guy who a lady won’t let kiss her hand?
Tonight we sit ‘round ye ol’ Christmas tree,
But not the tree of yesterday or yester year you see.
Lights shine from the bole and tips so free.
We do not sit on stools or bended knee,
Nay, we sit on floating bubbles filled with glee.
Tonight we sit ‘round on Christmas eve.
Each branch and each stem hollow and clear,
With glorious colors rushing from there to here.
Self-driven instruments give us reasons to cheer,
While grandad is grinning from ear to ear.
The world is at peace; today leaves us no fear,
No one looks to tomorrow, no matter how near.
History’s Christmas gifts once sat down below,
But today they fly high, and are able to flow.
Their covers like metal adorned with a glass bow,
And brilliant tints that shine, leaving the ceiling aglow.
The children stare at the presents wanting to know,
How presents arrived when Santa’s is yet to show.
The Misses and Meemaw dawn matching shirts,
Both steady in the kitchen hydrating desserts.
The rehydrator jingles several festive alerts,
“Supper is ready”, sang like a Christmas concert.
Papa gripes at the boys “Someone’s gone git hurt.”
The boys outside giggle and play in the dirt.
Time to set the table, a task easy and quick,
With just a command a table rises from the thick.
Soon from the thin came golden chairs of glass brick,
Chairs light as air, glistening, and ever so slick.
Plates soon filled the table, candles lit by the wick,
By the snap of a finger the flames came like magic.
So we have all gathered round in the most merry mood,
In awe of what has been hydrated and brewd.
We grasp the utensils that are glistening and blued,
As we will be ready to eat and prayer will conclude.
I apologize for the inconvenience, or if I seem shrewd,
But this conversation is over, it’s time to eat food.
A Futuristic Christmas 12/10/2015
‘‘ Honey, I am Home’’, I say.
As I am coming out of the stream
By the river side she is waiting
When she offers me a towel to dry
She whispers this into my ear :
What a good looking man you are !
‘‘ Honey, I am Home ’’ , I say.
When the bully cross her path
And like lion I chase them away
On our way home hand in hand
She whispers this into my ear :
What a brave man you are !
‘‘ Honey, I am Home’’ , I say .
When she misplaces her trinket
And wrongly accuses me of doing so
After jointly search and find it in her pouch
She whispers this into my ear :
What a peacful man you are !
‘‘ Honey, I am Home ’’ , I say .
At the guest house in the city
Where she has her birthday party
When I throw the key of my gift to her
She jumps at me and whispers in my ear :
What a kind man you are !
‘‘ Honey, I am Home’’ , I say .
When she returns weak from work
And I set the table before she asks
After her judgement to all I serve
She cuddles me and whispers in my ear :
What a caring man you are !
‘‘ Honey, I am Home ’’ , I say.
When we sleep and she throws her leg on me
And I quickly throw away pyjamas
So we begin to measure who is the taller
When breth comes down and she sees again
She whispers this into my ear :
What a loving man you are !
‘‘ Honey, I am Home ’’ , I say.
When our son returns from school
And says : mummy I need another shoe
And I go shopping and bring two anew
After he puts one on and smarter becomes
She jumps up and says this into the air :
What a good home I have !!!!!!!
‘‘ Honey, I am Home ’’ , I say .
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I wanted so badly
to know every darkened piece of coal
beneath your sooted mantle
See for myself how every well lit pane
Became a sunlit stage
Where the glittered dust danced so graceful
How every long hallway corridor
led to every spiral staircase
Alway leading to something more
The home you built, the person that you are
I wanted so badly
to share with you, my soul
the messy, slightly broken home
I rebuilt with stone
And called my own
finding common grounds beneath each other
Our shared days were spent in cherished laughter
Our Nights held sacred as we explored one another
Laying out upon the sheets blueprints that were seldom blue
Describing to each other all of our rooms
From the textures of the floors
And the nails in every board
To the displays on the walls
And all that they saw
We shared the rooms full of light
And the ones we chose to keep locked tight
The messes in the corners we couldnt seem to clean
And future renovations we hoped to soon see
I fell in love with the walk throughs you gave to me
So into your hands I placed my key
I trusted you so I entrusted to you all that was me
In love with the home that you described
I soon danced in its halls inside my mind
Forgetting the key you would never provide
Blending instead your home and mine
Upon common grounds made from truthless soil
We set the table and watched it spoil
The aging of time caused the foundation to shift
life rubbed holes through the walls and the brick
The truth revealed through the facade now thinned
lies built the home I loved and the house where you hid