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“Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (p. 124).
Dressed up in their September best,
Falling silent, swirling and twirling
Reminiscing on how they’ve been blessed
By the God who created them
With all their vibrancy and quiet dreams
Sinking to the earth amid a hodgepodge
Colors in brilliant flames, awakening
Autumn with inspiring themes, coming
Alive like the moon and the starlight,
Glowing like a blaze of whirling insights
Darkening the past, whispering a caress
Through the gentle night, kissed
By the breathless hopes of a long-ago who breathes
Kindness, brilliant peace like the sunset
Echoing beauty throughout the twilight fantasies
Restoring grace to the promises, the faith
Abiding in the spirit of those who know
This October will bring more joy and more peace
Than any memory, any imagining – wishes
Thriving on the prayers like psalms in the wind
Welcoming the rich sighs of those who believe
This is the autumn’s ambition, to bring to us
A gathering of grief salted with intimacy,
Wonders so complete they feel like freedom
An album of lyrics, poetry fading into the symphony…
Autumn glory – beautiful anthology of truth
A compilation laced with inspiration, the muse
That relies on free will, shimmering solitude
Gratitude and pleasure, blended, mixed together
With the curiosities of life – completely satisfied
In all the beauty fading into the quiet silhouettes
Free feelings, relieved by time and bringing
Delight into the heart of those who remember
This is the way of the morning, the sun and the moon
All who remember to listen to the silence of Autumn’s song,
The enduring stillness, serenity roaring through the twists
And turns of the melody that this voice of Autumn hums
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Used Quote Number: 7. “Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (p. 124).
Date Written: December 23, 2022
Troubled men chase illusive Peace
with sharpened knives and smoking guns.
They recklessly wield all manner of weapons
under the sinking, blood-red sun.
But Peace is an individual choice,
evoked through conscious decision
That arises from deliberate and heart-felt
aversion for the ultimate collision.
At the personal level, if you are not at Peace
it means you have chosen wrongly.
Your reality rests in an instant by instant
choosing for what you feel so strongly.
When you realize you have turned from Peace
a new decision can now rebuke the sin.
It opens up a brand-new path to embrace
joy and hope by choosing Peace again.
By realizing your decision for hate and war
was made in a frozen moment in time,
It can be reversed, released and forgiven
before the Doomsday Clock can chime.
Let “I can choose Peace instead of this.” *
be your newfound mantra for Peace.
Choose again and yet again, until the thrill
of killing and bloodshed is released.
Accept Peace as the greater choice so
young soldiers may continue to live.
Don’t sacrifice their future for the
one and only life they have to give.
Choose again for Peace, let the bells of
Liberty ring without the sacrifice of blood.
Your choice, when united with others,
is enough to transform war into Love.
*Jeshua ben Joseph, A Course in Miracles
I was down the ladder,
I was negligent in working harder,
I couldn’t read and spell well,
It was a menacing hell.
I ranked fourth from the bottom in the end-of-session examination,
This was a result of my weak educational foundation,
My parents were extremely disappointed in me,
It was a sail across a turbulent sea.
It was a summer away from the sun,
A holiday with restricted fun,
My older brother revealed to my mother that I had been hiding my reading textbooks,
I brought them out and my heart sank deeper by my parents’ disappointed looks.
My mother patiently taught me how to spell breaking words into their syllables,
She was glad as I made progress,
The new session began on a promising note,
I was no longer aboard a sinking boat.
I emerged among the top three at the end of the first term,
At the end of the second term, I had moved to the second position,
I was no longer in the shadows,
I had come to the blooming meadows.
It was the final term to end the session,
My father as well as my mother promised to get a gift for me if I could come top of the class,
This made me work harder,
Pushing me beyond the border.
Then came the much-awaited colourful day,
Hope was my piercing ray,
I had put in my best,
I had sat well in my nest.
The results were announced and I was victorious,
This made the event for me more glorious,
My father bought me a bicycle,
My mother gifted me a pair of shoes and a wristwatch.
October 2, 2024.
The shadow of death a scene so morbid
A cry now arose from my motherland
I fear when I hear the silent loom
Were those my eyes that swim in doom?
I falter when I see the funeral pyres lit
My heart like stone sinking to the bottom
of a endless pit
My spirit wounded I shed not a tear
My mind whirling in so much fear
As death approached did he smile with scorn
Or held on tight even at the break of dawn
Fate was mocking entering every door
Deaths rushing vengeance grabbing so many more
How long will he take to build a score
The sky in wrath painted red at dawn
With bended knees I hit the floor
My eyes now closed I beg and implore!
27.4.2021
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Ever since Adam and Eve greeted the dawn of Creation,
Humankind has seen the tragic results of miscommunication!
They ate the forbidden fruit because of that crafty snake;
Now we suffer tribulation due to their mistake!
Since the Indians didn't savvy white man's gobbledegook,
They were "buffaloed" out of their lands by hook and crook!
Muddled orders caused the 7th Cavalry to be caught by surprise,
Making Libby a widow due to Colonel Custer's demise!
"Those are American planes causing those radar blips!"
Oops! Pearl Harbor was ablaze with sinking ships!
Despite the lookout yelling, "Icebergs are every place!"
The Titanic plunged beneath the waves without a trace!
"We'll sell a million of them!" proclaimed Mister Ford.
The Edsel bombed - his words should have been ignored!
Interpreting "chads" by pols in one state proved inconclusive;
As a result a party's hopes and aspirations were elusive!
The weather guy said today that the skies would be clear.
There's about three feet of snow to shovel it would appear!
From faulty communication many problems have sprung.
Just shows that folks shouldn't speak with forked' tongue!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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"conjoined with the whole
we play our life role
exuding a scent
granting love consent"
_______________________
Conjoin me in God’s divine love
and fill me with an effervescence,
that I can fizzle with fervor
for doing good to others with unceasing zest.
This, I believe is the role and call of my life.
Make me a flower, delicate and sweet,
exuding redolent scent into the blowing breeze,
pouring joy into distressed hearts.
I wish to be made into a violin, from whose strings,
dulcet tune flows to soothe the ailing nerves.
How I wish to be a rain cloud,
sailing over the breadth and length of skies
showering cooling droplets on to thirsting mouths.
Fill me with an effervescence that I get ignited as a lamp
dispersing beams of light,
dissipating darkness from the mazy depths of gloom.
Make me a vessel full with love to pour out
into the empty pitchers.
Make me a barge with sails filled by the wind
that I can ferry the sinking souls
to safer shores of life.
Let every atom in me throb with an effervescence
and let it eject forth in jets to form a gushing stream.
In God’s grand design, each one is a part
forming a composite whole, together in harmony
So, is it not incumbent on our part to share and partake
in God’s never ceasing reservoir of love!
Harbour your vessel in the sea of life
In calm water or safe shores
Avoid wild raging ocean storms
Keep your vessel safe and secure
Wild weather and furious waves
Vessel control you may lose
In the eye of a frenzied storm
You may end up battered and bruised
Huge swells will toss and tumble you
Fiercely thrash you around
Knocking you quietly overboard
The unforgiving sea will drag you down
Sinking deeper and deeper
Unable to gasp any air
Frenzied clambering to the surface
Yet getting nowhere …..
A helping hand reaches down
Pulls you out of the oceans fury
Harbour your vessel on calm waters
As the ocean has no judge or jury!
Whether I'm right, whether I'm wrong,
You stand by me, so easy to find,
like the repeating words of a song,
always right here on my mind.
Daylight shines and again, I see your face,
night comes near and still you stand by,
forever, with arms awaiting an embrace,
even if stones were falling from the sky.
You're feet never tire, they never ache,
as you stand by me for endless years,
steady and strong, even if the ground should quake,
now I have a reason to never shed tears.
That ocean was deep, but you pulled me through,
and saved a life that was sinking fast,
you just stand by me and I'm no longer blue,
a feeling that I want to ever last.
Because, my friend, you are so ideal,
with promises that stay unbroken,
I often wonder, how can you be real?,
a question that will go unspoken.
Whether I'm right, whether I'm wrong,
you stand by me, so easy to find,
like the repeating words of a song,
always right here on my mind.
riding rivulets down
insane power of drain
mist erupts, exclamation crashes
the edge of humanity
at the rainbow’s end
the beauty screams:
c’mon in
pins and needles
from the parietal lobe
to the sole
the droplets
run and dive
right in, exploding in laughter
and delight
man is afraid
rightfully so
afraid to decompose
composure
is at wit’s end
we slip, we slide
in our mind
feel the sinking sand
on the brink
of a dream; a nightmare
fully awake
its wake divides the truth from lies
do we exist
take a kiss from the cliff
the teacher’s ruler:
Go on now…
What student doesn’t know better
unless you see other fish
flying overboard
peer pressure stops at heightened levels
except on slow boil
then
the facts become even more exact
as you meet
the boil Maker
1/7/2022
Dark clouds belie, such desolate eyes,
Nebulous in mind, approaching the void,
Bereft of love, what might have been,
Nightmares, are unrequited dreams,
Drawn towards oceans, dark and deep,
Traveled to the coast, now within reach,
Around my neck, placed rosary beads,
Don’t know why, just felt the need,
Pockets laden, filled with stones,
I jump off the pier, into salty foam,
Collected shingle along the beach,
Random ballast, brings me beneath,
Will I see God, beyond duress,
Sinking down, to certain death,
A wasted remnant, broken and weak,
Mind’s in collapse, still no peace,
Lungs are burning, screaming ‘breathe’
I acquiesce, inhaling the sea.
By
David Kavanagh.