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Do you recall the days when one was two
Sad lonely words found friendly words that rhymed
Gray winter clouds gave way to skies of blue
Loud bells of laughter rang like wedding chimes
Poems grew like flowers in the warm spring rain
Coins tossed in wishing wells turned in to dreams
With nothing left to lose and all to gain
We sailed our wooden ships down tear filled streams
But then the seasons changed as seasons do
Elusive muses took their rhymes away
And all they left behind was me and you
The wind blew out the flame of hope that day
The seasons some day soon may change again
Sad lonely words will try to find a friend
by Daniel Turner
why
are
there
stars?
are they stepping stones to heaven
lanterns
that
light
your
way?
or lighthouse stars...hear a sailor scream
“hallelujah…we are saved”
why there
are stars?
they circle ‘round the moon and sing
i’m not kidding
these little blinks of light
the bling of the skies
sentinels of moonstruck lovers
haloes of angels
light years away
WHYareTHEREstars?
They shout forevermore from glory!
Are they stars or heaven’s ships?
i ride the chariot of candlelight
pulling on the reins of hope
but really...why...are...there...stars?
a child cranes his head counting his dreams
and when the moon turns dark,
fireflies of the sky fill the child’s head
as the myriad of stars wander filling our lives with wonder
the chalkboard hangs over our souls instructing starstruck eyes
we count, connect the dots, makes wishes
and ask forgiveness
6/14/2018
Julia Ward’s Why are there stars contest
solemn bay
falling teardrops like rain
from grey clouds of bane
thunder rolls across the soulless bay
lightning strikes a hearts shudder
down
down
down
sinks the pleasure tide
a place where
destressed waves toss and turn
against the up and down
the to and fro
chaos lurks
then shouts out to have its say
solemn bay
a place where
ships become shipwrecks
tighter
tighter
twists the sailors knots
till they become tattered and frayed
treasure sinks to a mighty depth
then
into the abyss drowns silver and gold
solemn bay
a place where
out of the gloom birds fly by
singing a cheerless nighttime song
where
a blackbird sings along
solemn bay
a place where
dreams of a warming sun
is a reality of cold and grey
and out of the hollow the hurricane blows
a frenzy chaos of confusion
coming up from the undertow
There was this old couple walking on the beach…an old Grandma and Grandpa…and the more they walked the more they smiled at all the wondrous things they saw.
For they realized as they walked the beach…free of borderlines and fences
How one simple walk along the beach is a treat for all the senses..
Here are but a few things they experienced before their walk was done:
They saw a sky so blue it didn’t seem real…they saw clouds painted by the sun
They saw those same clouds block the painter…and immediately became aware…of how their colorschanged to blue…and there was a coolness in the air.
They saw pelicans glide high overhead…they saw sandpipers dart…and scurry
They saw people walking…some moving slow…others in a hurry.
They saw a sister chasing her brother through the water…her brother laughing…paying her no mind…They saw their father keeping a watchful eye…not too far behind.
They saw fishermen with lines cast…with giant catches in their thoughts.
They saw herons and egrets waiting patiently so see what they had caught.
They saw a child and his mother jumping waves while holding hands…then heading back to shore to make a castle in the sand.
They felt the coolness of the water as they floated on the waves…They saw dolphins and huge ships…They felt the salt spray on their faces and tasted it on their lips.
They smelled the ocean, the sand…and sunscreen…aromas they adore…
They listened to the roar of the ocean as it crashed upon the shore
Sometimes they stopped their walk…this was totally unplanned..
So they could listen to the stories hidden in the wind…the waves…the sand
And when their walk was finished…they were left, as usual, without speech…
glad to be together…
one old couple
walking on the beach.
a ship and Germany
Unter den Linden, I have a soft spot for the German language
when a toddler, I had free access to a military camp where
they had enormous horses and let me sit on top of one of them
(looking up horses, I think they were Belgian draft horses)
Since I was 5 years old at the time
I reserve the right to be wrong
My mother said I could speak a little German
I don't think so
but when the Brits and the Americans came
my few words of German were too soon forgotten.
In the late fifties, I was onboard an old ship that had survived the war
but needed its motor seen to in Bremerhaven
the town bore scars of the devastating war
but there was full employment
and everyone was doing something worthwhile, like the farmer who took
took food scraps from ships and fed them to his pigs later
sold for slaughter through ship-chandelier to the merchant ship
.No, Bremerhaven was not Unter den Linden
Not a tree left, cold had the aftermath been
It was a spring walk along the streets
where people sat out telling stories and laughing.
There was a sense of comradeship that made me feel
the trauma they had gone through
At that time, there were no beggars, no one was following me around in the hope
of getting some coins, which was annoying in places like Kingston
in Jamaica and other places
Germany has not hither played the leading role
a great nation in Europe
this is because of the burden of the Holocaust
a burden unfairly put on the Germans alone to bear
is coming to an end,
I think so is the headless policy of not being critical of Israel's policies,
which makes many countries guilty of aiding and abetting the genocide
of the Palestinian people
Last night, Lisa, Peter, Leeza and I were in her father’s 50th floor study watching New York City. It’s a corner room with glass walls from floor to ceiling. He likes to watch the city himself and has a small, 5 seat sectional couch facing the view.
The left wall window looks across Hell’s Kitchen to exactly where Sully Sullenberger crash landed flight 1549 in the Hudson river (it was 3:31 pm and no one was home). The right window overlooks Central Park and Upper Manhattan. Lincoln Center, almost dead center of the corner, looks like part of a toy train-set.
The view is a wheeling, ever changing and mesmerizing panorama. Well lit ships, barges and boats move glacially against the ink black Hudson. Jets in expressway-like holding patterns (Newark Liberty, and Teterboro airports left window - LaGuardia, right window) blink, like waving angels, helicopters buzz below like insects and the traffic, far, far below, forms a living chain of red and white lights which can erupt with nugatory hues of police blue at any moment.
While we watch, we’re playing a game of “Would you rather.” It’s a game of situational trade-offs, like “Would you rather listen to the same 10 songs forever or have to watch the same 5 movies forever? Of course, most people say the movies - because they last longer and there would be fewer repeats.
We take turns asking these critical questions - pausing, occasionally, to point out things below.
“Would you rather be in a crowded elevator with a bunch of noisy high school students or pinned in with a bunch of judgemental, middle aged men? The girls chose the students, even though high schoolers can be mean. Peter chose to be with the men.
“Would you rather find your true love or a suitcase with 5 million dollars?” We all chose love.
“Would you rather hike or camp?” Both were unpopular if they involved going to the bathroom outside - which creeps the girls out.
“Would you rather give up your computers or your pets (forever)?” THAT was a stressful one.
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My movies: Clueless, Rushmore, Moonstruck, Shakespeare in love, Dr. Zhivago
Anna Belle 1619 (Part One)
She set out to Jamestown in 1619
She's a Nordic ship on the sea
She's purple in shades in streams
She bathes in the Caribbean breeze
She needs no bard's flattery
No barroom cajolery
Only God with His love sets her free
Along the Levant coast, Aqaba, and Red Sea
My Shulamite who longs for me
She whispers softly, a euphony
Her chestnut flowing glory
Cascades oh womanly
And shaded for only me to see
A music-box dancer
Flawless she prances
Her beauty captured in Renaissance fancy
Reciting "I do"
My bride in June
My beloved in truth
As we walk together towards God
Anna Belle MMVI (Part Two)
Streetlights lead the way from home
Into the distance I drift and and I doze
Off to sleep where I meet Anna
On the coastal retreat out on the veranda
I hand her a poem and it reads:
Anna Belle
You have a lover's light
It is a beacon to this traveler's eye
You are grace and life
A sunburst shining Christ
Luminosity on this day which God has made
I m-i-s-s-i-s-s-I miss your kiss
When you're away
She sighs, what a look in her eyes
I desire to know as she ponders each line
In her heart unfurling more woes
A cascading of tears and hopes
Holding hands, we share our dreams
Of a journey together, the valleys the peaks
Our eyes meet, we momentarily hesitate
Then univocally say "You are my soul mate"
Goodbye Anna Belle (Part Three)
Preacher by day, poet by night
This hero's weakness is iron pyrite
A ship among ships
I sail on by moon eclipsed
No stars or astrolabe
To navigate me me towards my babe
The captain of the Eternity
Has set course and ushered me out to sea
With memories of her and dreams of home
I seek the shore in the sad poem
As I roam and comb Rome
I see faces from pages I've written in tome
Familiar, I see her everywhere
In the euphemistic flower and cascading hair
I ponder the thought of all thoughts
Why did Jesus endure the path and the cross
Out of love, a love that leads step by step
Through a mystery of enigmatic depths
I say my goodbye in this melancholy ode
I mourn, but not as one with no hope
The whole world considers the Suez Canal passe-partout.
Every day, numerous ships routinely pass through.
A big ship called the "Ever Given" blocked the passageway.
For a while, it looked as if this behemoth was there to stay.
The carrier getting stuck there was quite a calamity.
Many other vessels waited in the Mediterranean and Red Sea.
Other European craft desiring to reach ports in Asia
decided to sail the long way around South Africa.
With considerable effort, workers got the Ever Given free.
Merchant vessels again go through the canal to reach the sea.
from a news story found on www.abcnews.com
The soul’s quest is long and reaches deep
into the etheric abyss.
One cannot find God with machines;
God is within.
In the soul of the universe,
in planets; all life contains a piece of the
“God Particle”.
A fool searches with ego driven machines,
accelerating collisions will never
pinpoint Gods location.
Shuttles and ships will never take man,
to the heart of his creator.
Souls connection needs no space craft or contraptions.
No one needs to search for what exists inside.
Each atom, molecule, cell contains God-essence.
Those of wisdom and faith,
touch God each second, of every day.
No search is needed to find, the God within one’s self.
Within lies God, without lies ignorance.
Ignorance destroys what God creates;
wastes universes of life.
When all mortals embrace whom they really are inside;
the utopia of Eden will return.
It’s genesis will birth a new Heaven; a new Shambhala.
Like a small flowing stream, down my cheek. A little stream that is full of great big emotions. Spilling everywhere. Like a leaky faucet, that only continues to drip. Almost seems to be a never-ending stream, but all things come to an end. Eventually, the stream stops when you are out of tears, like when you fix the leaky faucet. It makes take some work and time but it will stop.
Like the warmth of a cup of cocoa on a cold winter day. The nice feeling of when the sun shines on your face. The warmth of being in the covers is warm and cozy. Being bundled up in a cold snowstorm. The warm feeling of holding a cat. But as always, all things come to an end. The warmth will eventually come to an end.
The bitter saltiness of the great big oceans. That salty sting when you get a mouthful of ocean water. When you eat something that is overly salty. But eventually, the saltiness stops. The salty drops will stop rolling down your face and onto your lips. Your tongue will eventually stop tasting the bitterly salty drops.
But the cause of these salty warm streams?
The boiling anger is like a pot of chili over a fire. Like a raging wildfire, burning everything in its path. Like lava spewing from a great big volcano.
The deep sadness that storms like the sea. Like the storms on the sea drown and sink ships in its path. Like a tight blanket being held over you. Like being trapped deep in the great big sea.
The sunny happiness is like a great big cloud ready to burst. Like a child seeing a candy shop. Like a puffer fish swelling up until you just might burst with happiness. Like petting a small puppy
The horrible nervousness is like swarms of angry bees in your stomach. Like you might melt like a popsicle in the hot sun. Like when you have a stomach ache and are scared you might puke.
Why?
You can explain with all the scientific facts and research you want, but I will always believe that when our bodies can't handle the emotions too big for them it spills. Like an over-full bottle. The bottle will either explode or spill. The cause of these warm salty tears spilling down your cheeks.
Sweet, bitter, angry tears.