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TO SEEKING, KNOCKING, ASKING, AND GIVEN
Sometimes things can be so simple,
When you just sit and seek guidance
From the holy cistern of wisdom:-
Trying to please you has been
A challenging endeavor
For me to accomplish:-
But now, I’m in the awareness
That my focus simply needs to be,
Taking care of you in labours of love:-
“How much greater value,
Is wisdom than gold…and likewise,
Understanding, more valuable than silver?”
No, nothing can match
God’s divine navigation,
And His Son’s footprinting:-
Praise be to the Trinity,
For body and soul healing:
Indeed, just seek, knock, and ask;
And in due time, all needs will be given:-
...so to the red rose grows the passion in the Enchanted Gate and Garden there
Whenever you call me friend and I believe I've come to understand that I'm the
Kind of woman with for whom you don't blame for having a Wild heart but you
know that you can always Talk to me you can set your secrets free you have given
me your Leather and you have taken from me my Lace I am stronger than you
know it all comes down to you lighting strikes maybe once maybe twice and you
see your Gyspy but you have to Stop draggin' my heart around because baby you
could never look me in the eye and say you didn't love me you buckled with the
weight of the words and looking at Rhiannon who is like a cat in the dark and
then she is the darkness and knowing that even in Dreams when the rain
washes you clean Sometimes it's a witch and no matter what they say Love's a
hard game to play you may need to Stand back in the middle of my room my
Bella Donna riding high a top her pony cause not everyone has Crystal visions
nor will everyone with their capes pulled around them tight cry for the Nightbird
some will see their refection in the snow covered hills until the Landslide brings
them down and even the Gold dust woman with her heartless challenge will pick
her path and for her we pray although on the Edge of seventeen things may Rock
a little and sadly enough Some will become strangers you will always have My
heart I never again want to Fall from grace even if time cast a spell on you never
will you forget me and in years past I tried to love you before but you would not let
me I am ready now to be your Silver spring blue green colors flashing and yes
I'm Strong enough remember I'm your Beauty and you are my Beast poet priest of
nothing Has anyone ever written anything for you in all your darkest hours did you
ever hear me sing listen to me now I sing for the things money can't buy me and
long After the glitter fades I will still be here you said If anyone falls in love it will
be done to us most of all I have to know when I can see you again because I
can't wait yes I know you though we've been out of touch...
...this is a collaboration of written words inspired by
Stevie Nicks...
I’ve nothing to make you amazed but it is
A meaningful nothing this time
It reminds me about the sunshine I missed
Sitting all day drinking wine
Listening to music I’ve heard watching films
With all the streets that I know
Past the old houses row in the fields
Seeing your garden in snow
Tell me my darling, how was your day
Did you manage to sleep for a while?
Though nothing I hear because nothing you say
I sense you so clearly this time
Sometimes the pictures can speak, but of course
Most of the time they did not
One day the voice sounds the same as it was
When you book the delivery slot
Where are those days, in the memory lane
They grow like wild flowers in May
Spring is the time that comes over again
Despite the winter’s delay..
A large bright shining moon is an awesome sight
Rising in the eastern sky on a dark cloudless night
Sometimes it is a super moon, or can be red or blue
Half, crescent and full are phases it often passes through.
It also controls the coastal tides in out and flowing
Look closely at its face, you’ll see that it’s smiling
It sometimes eclipses and wears some shiny bling
Caused by our earth’s shadow a beautiful diamond ring.
It’s made of gorgonzola, you probably did not know
Astronauts have confirmed it and said” yes that is so”
It is linked with romance and makes some lovers swoon
But best of all drop your pants, hey presto a full moon.
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But here's another odd item, one that gives me a very funny, almost queasy feeling, whenever I think on it long enough. Ever since that day with Clarence, whenever I go to the park pond to feed the birds, and when I finish at the shore with the swans, (as I promised Clarence I would), and go up to the bench to feed the pigeons, that funny little duck with the striped leg, the one I now call Grace, always follows me, and either sits down by my foot, or sometimes, jumps up to the bench to warm in the late-day sun.
And the REAL kicker? There's a NEW duck now, a drake or male, and he's always tagging along behind the female, though at a safe distance from me ... he follows her everywhere, always watching what she does, always very intent on her habits, and sometimes even getting flustered when he thinks she's near danger ... and he has two bright orange legs, like she does, two very striking, piercing eyes, like her, two perfectly shaped Mallard wings, like her, and ONE ... single ... stripe, on his left leg.
Only so many words
so many ways they can be heard
Every word ever used
Abused
So many ways they have been arranged
Rearranged
Deranged
Put this way and that
Hi, my name is Pat
When do our words run out
Nothing new left to shout
Sit there and pout
No new stories to write
All that is left is the fight
You just rewrite the old
Stories already sold
Every word
Already heard
Just twist it here
there
Without care
Nothing left to say
Same thing every day
Hey, I'm in a book
Have a look
A life time it took
But still the same
Lame
I know I'm to blame
I see tomorrow
Past all sorrow
Love you can't even borrow
Lost in plain sight
Hidden from the inner fight
Words is the curse
The worse
Grown up with an autistic view
In the well in which I grew
All I ever knew
I think
I blink
Longing for a common link
If nurtured right
With love as a light
Maybe out will come a beautiful flower
Something life seems to sour
By the hour
Lost in the sarcasm of what is real
How should I even feel
Hidden among the words I write
My only light
Nothing is ever right
Nothing ever wrong
Sorry these words are taken so long
Life promised me a song
But here I am still holding on to the light
Continue my fight
Words bombing my brain
Drives me next to insane
Maybe one day they will run out
In my brain, no longer shout
Peace at last
Going so fast
I see times past
So clear
Memories held dear
Some in fear
Among a crowd
The silence beats so loud
Waiting
Not hating
Relating
With what I know not
My heart beats so hot
People I don't understand
Life ain't that grand
My word
Still unheard
Lost in my head
Love never fed
Lonely is my bed
Trying to write them all down
So in them I don't drown
Waiting for the words to run dry
Tears one will cry
Don't know why
Madness
Is the same as sadness
Is sometimes gladness
One and the same
Whom is to blame
Wish to be free
What is left to see
Who am I meant to be
Drowning in the word
Never to be heard
....in retrospect
There were mirrors there
Behind it, where all the Jews would hide
How can someone blame the black despair?
All You were, was a mirror over there
Flooding naked imagery
Flowing naked mercury
Proof there were no fa-ked lies
Unless words were pressed against the frame
Somehow you couldnt recognise...
your name...
Half blinded..
Besides, you would deny it anyway
One day while searching for those wandering Jews
Purple flowers in my garden winked at me
" we are they, if so you choose"
The mirror held was upside down
(It never mattered anyway)
So I kept on walking on and on
Until this very day
Ive heard it said just the other day
They used it to flash the sun
Hoping it would shine away
As some were hiding in its shade
A million miles away
Behind that fragile pane of glass
The looking glass kept looking past
And keeps looking for today
Looking at the torn disguise
And the lying enemy eyes
Though their lips were moist with movement
As yet the sound remained unheard
The spoken word was truth
One day it all may come to you
Whispered by a little bird
Ive held so high your high regard
And so your high esteem
Your badge of broken Jew
And friends by lives devided seen
I tried imagining I was you
Walking, standing in your wretched shoes
To us were done similar things
They also covered up the truth
In fact its happening here and now
How much cover do they need?
In honour tried to imitate , sometimes even emulate
Your cheeky contraband
Conducting your own orchestra
While playing your own band
This mirror holding up I see
If I was ever to wear those clothes
Emblazoned by a David star
Embattled with a Jewish scar
I wish to have your nose
The link between us circumcised
A covenant yet not broken
A people not yet broken by the blues
My love was found
Intact profound
In around
the nation of the Jew
Every one knows those cool old guys
who seem like they’ve always been there,
you see them in bit parts in movies,
they seem to pop up everywhere.
Sometimes they sing a new duet
with a hot, young star on the rise,
then ten years later, do it again,
with a whole new starlet this time.
You see them telling stand-up jokes,
the kind the young comics never will,
because honestly, at that age
what career do you have left to kill?
They’ll sit down on the late-night shows,
bantering with grand wit and charm,
blessed with the confidence of age,
there’s little that gets them alarmed.
You grow up seeing cool old guys,
institutions that live and breathe,
even if they don’t top the charts
they’re always a joy just to see.
You try to get to their concerts,
they become a right-of-passage,
become memes you share with your friends,
their best lines you use as adage.
In the background they’ve always been
throughout the life that you’ve led,
then one day you wake up and find out
that old Frank Sinatra is dead.
Then Johnny Cash, not long after,
and the Gipper, now he’s gone too.
Eventually, your grandparents go,
and the past they once linked to you.
Pillars that once seemed eternal,
crumble until there is only dust,
things that once seemed so very close
now seem to be nothing but rust.
Sure you can still hear the old songs,
watch the films of those bygone days,
but it becomes a mere shadow,
with them gone it is never the same.
And it feels a bit like you're adrift,
a rudderless boat on the sea,
times flies by, the cool, old guys die,
and the world seems a little less happy…
Thanksgiving is nearly over
Santa is building toys
He has a list for all
Good girls and wee boys
First, let me be thankful
I'll list some of my joys
There is a husband who
Works even sometimes coy
Then there are the children
Who once stepped on my toes
But at all times now my love
For them grows and grows
God has granted me grandchildren
Oh, now I am so truly blessed
Sometimes I wonder how they are so wise
But then every once in a while, what a mess
Remembering once I was in the loo
My grandson decided to make a drink
Hot cocoa his choice to mix
And not over the sink
He dropped the cocoa powder
Then tried to clean it up
It was spread all over
Boy! That was rough stuff
But I am blessed to have him
He's an angel in disguise
God sent him to fill a void
In our older lives
This is only a tiny tale
Of what God has granted
In our lives
The list of our blessings will last beyond this life
I know this is not true to a list poem but it is how it came out.
Coy can mean shy...