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KITH
I have told you who l am numerous times. But you just took me for a regular creature, all of you have failed the test of recognition; I am not all human, yet it is just the human side of me catching up to my lost soul;
My Spirit has preceded me in space, time and perception.
My daughter left me because she was my Mother:
My Kith no longer recognizes me because my
thought patterns were antagonized by the misplacement of its pattern.
My Original Kith has fallen into the depths of the human experience.
This time I came to sort out those things that held us back -
Those things that prevented you from knowing me.
I am not yet with the universal creator; Nor am I yet with total God mind -
I am only privileged to be as an interpreter of what I've experienced.
Those foul and unclean thoughts and deeds that kept me defiled will serve to enlighten so that you do not have to experience them, I have been made pure and wise, now able to rise.
I have been exalted to the Mother-Dome.
I come seeking those who want to know my reason for being, to let them experience life through my eyes.
Realization of my extraordinary existence came during a bout with celibacy when a zephyr came through my window and seductively filled me with awesome bliss.
It was then I understood the magnitude of my sex appeal that somehow,
I had always rejected.
Wanted only to be loved for merely being born.
People trying to get inside of me or as close as they could get infringingly,
they wanted to be a power over me or sup from my body or somehow.
Impregnate me with their own will.
Though as an Eagle, or a Sphinx, Oft' times I must cluck,
for they certainly do not understand my language -
"I am not just by happenstance" –
"I have happened to you" !.
I ‘vied lived to pay my debt to you. Yet, if you do not make it … in this sphere
I will call to you, and you will arise from the cinders in stages.
All who experience me as their "Mother" will hear my call - And while the earth burns and the Water dwindles; As the oxygen becomes toxic; I cannot develop gills again …
Yet, instill, I’m here for you, and all who follow my mind leaps shall come with me to new heights, and a new beginning… I cannot keep clucking around on the ground, it’s time for conscious spirits to rise and soar while speaking the language of our kith.
Smooth wood
Worn by water and air
Never polished
Escaped by the hands that touched it
Ropes and tackle attached streaming up towards the sails
All foreign to a land lover.
When tied at bay she seems so tame and easy to control
But set her free among the briny sea and you will see what she can bring
And bring it she will and take it with pride and gusto
For the winds were made for her sails and masts that anchor them to the deck
The seamen go about their business as though in a dance or a jig perhaps
But one not for feint of heart
They cuss and scream and talk about ones mother all in a days work
Unless of course you cross a line then there’s trouble about
In the night of the galley or the berth were there may lay trouble can find a weak man
And leave him there till day.
But it only takes a warning for each man has a job to do
And without him that means more work for the others
And less sleep between call
So they sort out their business and carry on as one must
But don’t think you can sleep the day away and not get a lump on the head
For they are watching you and you them and never in between shall a man lay his head down before his time.
Now the sea’s rolls in and o’er the bow tis time take on ones rest. First call comes early and some men like it the best. I prefer four bells in the wee hours of the morn’
When the rooster crows if you can imagine that at sea and the Southern Cross is high in the sky. I’ll take my chance with the wind and the sea and see what God brings. And I’ll swing her around and head for the China Sea if that what fancies me.
For we have been on this ship for more than five years and yet to make land for a day.
A ghost ship you may call us. Lost at sea and never found. But our wood is smooth and berths are clean and we never lie about love and women. For Captain Peterson was an honest man taught us the books of the Lutherans. But we buried him in an island town about ten years ago. And since then I have sailed this ship to heaven and to hell. It’s time to rest and bring her to shore but now no one wants to leave. Our land legs are gone and the desire to walk with the weak leave us less than desire. So shove off again and head to the seas and I’m sure the wolf of the north wind will find us. And we will laugh and cuss till she brings us under.
Now far be it from me to complain, I truly understand the world and for that
most call me insane. At the very least unwell thats understandable trust me
i get it but thats not because what I see its just because most cant see it
I just can't vibe with the way things are I constantly argue with my self
was I weak for letting my family do me wrong or was I strong for being
there they way they ask me to even though i could see it going wrong
and even told them and in response all i got was its prolly your fault.
I know many had it worse than me i know we all have our battles and
i have no monopoly on messed up kid status not in generation x when
the goal was to kil us early so they can start the online control of the
generation directly below me but that does not make it easier to accept
that everything was taken from me when I was headed where I had always
planned and toward the goals I set'
again and again, I am shown how unimportant I am I try to lie to
myself and convince my slf its right but it never has been and its ed
up every aspect of my life how else do you go from almost was to never
will be a halfway has been and for everyone's bad choices only I paid
the price and it's like a family secret only its just a secret that they lie to
everyone else cause no one wants to explain their self's and that's just the
start of how the cruelty was put on me most my life I was to naive to
see it or too trusting to want to believe it.
My entire life I lied to myself making up stories about lessons I learned
and quotes I had heard to make those who couldnt be bothered look
good to peop;e other than myself which he treated better than me
for as long as I can remember like I was every part he could not stand to see.
Im sorry My apologies I just cant wrap my head around the idea that family
would do this to me and its more common than not which has a lot to do
with this messed up world then any one person would have thought but
it takes a villiage to raise a kid and a household to raise the villiage idiot
we have been made dim to convolute the knowledge that we have in us
but thats a different issiue I have to sort out if I can live through this one
maybe I will try to work that out.
I Was off work not feeling too well
When covid 19 came along there was no time to dwell
I came back to work and sat in the huddle feeling nervous but I knew no hugs or a cuddle
Liesl asked if we could sort out the garden
I wasn’t sure if this task was gunna be a hard one
We all set out to do our bit
Never did I doubt that we all could do it
We weeded we cleaned we hung things and we potted
A rainbow garden I thought no way
But we all kept at it doing work and no play
We was asked to make a rainbow out of a plastic bottle
I giggled and chuckled but I still followed
I had bottles all over still cutting and spraying
Please no more i was quietly saying
Our group was posting lots of handmade flowers
I was impressed our main outpatients team really had powers
I got hubby to make a stencil then up the flowers went
Wow I was seeing a rainbow just what liesl meant
Everyone joined in with sprays varnish sharpies and paint
This was fun we were all so proud to show off our super talent
I watched all the smiles on my colleagues faces
I love this garden as we all got our praises
This lockdown brought out the best in us all
The closeness the effort we were not gunna fall
I was asked to make a small pot of gold
I wasn’t sure how to make it but I soon took a hold
Every bodies faces I loved to see
Our beautiful garden is the place to be
They made one, a flower I knew they were proud
We were all so happy that we were allowed
We got it all ready for nurses day
In time for all to join us in a special way
The rainbow is finished looks so beautiful and bright
Everybody that sees it are full of delight
The sun has started shining all the clouds have gone away
We have our magical garden to make us smile each day
Thursday at 8 I’m thinking of all
I’m so proud of everyone for that round of applause
I wish this corona virus quickly disappears
So we can all get back to reality and stop our tears and fears
A massive thankyou to everyone I cant thank you all enough
For all of your enthusiasm time trust and love
In the meantime we all need to stay strong in our own special team
Working together in main outpatients is my favourite dream
In the School of God
“1There was a man of the Pharisees, named Nicodemus, a ruler of the Jews: 2The same came to Jesus by night, and said unto him, Rabbi, we know that thou art a teacher come from God: for no man can do these miracles that thou doest, except God be with him.” Jn 3:1-2 KJV
In the School of God—
There are no failures.
Perseverance is essential,
Until each over-comer matures.
When we fall and ask forgiveness,
He hears us from on high;
Tells us, “Keep going—
On My power rely!”
In the School of God—
There’s only one text-book.
Prayer is essential—
Regardless of how things look.
We must trust the Teacher,
We fail to see with our eyes;
Have faith in each outcome;
Accept all miracles without surprise!
God’s School has ten rules,
But each rule is important;
The first four for the Principal;
The last six for fellow students.
God’s rule book is simple—
Based on His love;
Provides us great freedom;
Designed from above.
When God’s School rules are broken,
He freely forgives;
There’s no cane or “naughty corner”;
Love and mercy, He gives.
He’s provided the Holy Spirit—
To enable our obedience.
His love’s placed in our hearts
And our minds for expedience.
In the School of God—
There are trials and tests,
But He tells us to surrender them—
Then He’ll sort out what’s best.
The school work is constant,
But becomes a delight;
No greater joy and pleasure
Than to shed God’s “love-light”.
In the School of God—
Pupils aren’t expelled;
No-one fails graduation,
Unless by flesh they’re compelled.
All have a choice—
To ask for help or to leave.
Love and freedom are the keys—
By the Principal conceived.
Prayer: Thank you, God, for the privilege of being a pupil in the School of God and for my text-book (the Holy Bible), as well as the power of your Holy Spirit to enable me to overcome sin and its temptations. Thank you so much for your rules of love that make my life a joy, even in a world full of sin. A-men
Featured in my first published book entitled, PoetryTo Touch Your Heart & Soul [Book 1]
Copyright © 2010-2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
Billy Carts and Marbles
Yes, we all played marbles when we were just kids,
Had a big ‘Tom Bowler’ and a bag full of migs.
Held onto your marble with fingers and thumb
No fudging allowed, and your eye was the plumb.
Picked out your opponent and stayed on the line,
Connect with a’ kisser’ that marbles now mine.
I also had swappies, a hand full of cards
Would take them to school and start bargaining hard.
I ‘ll swap you this one, if you swap me that
Get a pair or a set, so long as they matched.
We all had so many by end of the day
Then sort out our stacks, or just put them away.
Outside we played hopscotch, a tor we would find
Drew lines on the concrete, or dirt, did not mind.
Throw into the big squares then, hop up and down
On one leg, but out, if your foot touched the ground,
Or stood on the lines so we learned how to leap
Right into the square, not just fall in a heap.
A Billy cart made from old pram wheels and wood
Collected from tips, we brought home what we could.
With rope we would tie on, to steer the front wheels
Attached to the T Bar, would brake with your heels.
Then, down the big hill we would really fly fast
But if one just fell off, all have a good laugh.
On wet days we stayed in and played our board games
Tiddly Winks or Ludo, the boys had their trains.
But often outside in our gumboots would go
To play in the rain or built men in the snow.
For hours in raincoats all riding our bikes,
But if it was windy, released our stringed kites.
A skipping rope featured, also a big hoop
Even boys had a go when we looped the loop.
Kiss-Chasey when older, to catch out the one
A peck on the cheek, oh what innocent fun.
Our days filled with something, “I’m bored” never said
Up early each morning, then early too bed.
That bush school I went to, my memories still dwell
The Three R’s we learnt there, plus we all could spell.
At school Monday morning, the flag we would raise
Sing ‘God Save the Queen’ with respect would we praise.
Oh yes, I remember with fondness recall
Those days of my childhood; how we had it all.
Christine ©
Your lover’s drawing straws without you, better bid farewell;
he’d never time for rhyme or reason, so it’s just as well.
Slip out the curtained window quick, the future winks and calls,
ignoring paths of pagan gods, where faulty footsteps fall.
Identify faint flashbacks, cloaked and clustered in a heap
and sort out those you treasure most, you need or long to keep;
Forget about the epoch past, which wasn’t what you’d sought,
pursue instead remaining dreams before they come to naught.
Reflect no more on what it was he’d meant for you,
strike out ahead where something waits, has sent for you.
The graveyard night is haunted still, it hovers where you sleep
recalling souvenirs amassed, the ones that made you weep.
The poets poised in dungeon vaults, now growing old and bald,
retrace their palsied pleas in dust, like those that you once scrawled.
Except for runic proverbs carved on stone walls ill defined,
assumptions will not dog you that you dare to leave behind.
The fortune-tellers waiting at the moat for you
read tarot cards while setting sail a boat for you.
The road behind is empty now, the sky is painted black
so gather all the wisdom gained, no time for looking back.
Forego the prophets’ prophecies, so tempting to pursue -
although they might be asked advice, they seldom have a clue.
Reject the secrets they reveal, enveloped in their guile,
which be betrayed between the tombs in ruins of their smile.
They’re waiting with a fractured rule of thumb for you
while beating on a perforated drum for you.
A sand-glass dribbles distant dunes, the sun dial’s shadow’s late,
so now’s the time for slipping through the open swinging gate.
A joker wild defies the fools to read between the lines
in search of cryptic radiance the future world enshrines -
“the days ahead will wake again like waves before the dawn
when picking up the pieces left behind a passing pawn.”
A noble knight awaits to clear the board for you
when, soon, a cup of nectar wine is poured for you.
Sometimes keeping your tongue straight
is hard when what you got to say is plain
simple and from the heart; not always easy
mustering words that feel the abyss of
living the way fingers know the touch of
life from the skin of death. I figure one way
might’n be shoot’n the tin can right off the
fence and talkin’ all funny; another would be
jus’ to sit there, elbow on knee, and thinkin’
some until the sun sets down. Can git up in
the morning an keep sittin there; sumfin bound
to happen fore or later. I don’t want to preach
just wanna say whats I gotsa say. Get a load
off these bent shoulders so I can git myself
some rest. What I gots on my mind even yer
dog an’ cat oughta git. Why, when we all get
yonder down that there road we all gonna get it
any how so might us well start talkin’ bout it
now ‘fore its too late. I ain’t invitin’ no one
to no roast supper; ain’t telling nobody what
t’do. I ain’t bent on raising no hell nor got
my mind on kickin’ up no dust. I’m just try’n
t’ say that there’s sum plain decency out there
gone missin’ an I think us folks oughta start
standin’ up for what’s right fro’ wrong. Ain’t
talkin’ bout the rules either; jus talkin’ bout
the basic boot straps of how we all’s goin’
bout our business like nobody else matters.
That ain’t doin’ nobody no good no more, maybe
we oughta stop ’n learn take care of eachotha.
Sure not the fashion t’do that kind of thing
these days but I reckon’ somebody gotta
begin. So when ya see some feller walkin’
down the street carry’n a heavy load give’im
a hand an’ a shoulder to lean on ‘cus he’s
your brother. An’ when y’all see some ol’
lady too proud to bother no one with nothin’
you just get right down there an’ press yer
ear up’n to her soul an’ listen good ‘cus she
might got sumfin’ to tell ya ‘bout livin’ an’ how
to treat folks like they be yer own kin. Never
hurt nobody jus’ t’stop an’ think a bit; sort out
the important words from what ain’t important.
We all gonna perish one day, best to learn how’t
do it right; ain’t hard when ya think ‘bout it, git it?
The inn of my Heart
has many rooms;
I thought I knew them all.
They were peopled with
husband, children,
family and friends.
Even God had a room,
and I visited them all frequently.
I really didn't think
there were any more rooms;
Until one day,
while walking through my Inn,
I discovered a suite of rooms
unoccupied.
"Who is this for?"
I loudly asked,
"And why have not these rooms
been used?"
No one could tell me who,
and no one could tell me why.
So I stumbled around the rooms
exclaiming over the things
that I found there.
But as surely as day must dawn
the realization slowly came,
and with such a sense of discovery,
I stood there in awe
wondering what I would do.
For I had entered the rooms
filled with the essence of me.
There were all the hopes,
and dreams,
and feelings,
of one human soul.
And when I looked with understanding,
I saw that even the ugly things
had not been forgotten here.
It was a fearful thing
to be confronted with myself,
to see so clearly all the things
I had long ignored.
You see, the things we ignore,
hoping they'll go away,
simply move into our rooms
and wait for rediscovery.
Your turn will come,
if it hasn't already,
to enter your suite of rooms
and be confronted
with all the essence of you.
What will you do?
And, what am I going to do now?
Escape and close the door?
Lock it?
Build a wall in front of it?
Try to forget the things I found
in my suite of rooms?
Put my blinders back on?
Or will I have the courage
to move into my rooms;
to become familiar with those intangibles
that exist in all of us;
To learn to live with
the ugly things,
and not be defeated by them;
To sort out the useable
from all the rest,
and use it with enthusiasm;
To know that what I found here
won't always suit those around me,
But acknowledge it anyway.
I stand now in the doorway,
looking out, looking in,
wondering . . .
Submitted 17 Sept 2016
To Contest: What Might They Find There
I am so mean
It's unbelievable
God said "believe it"
I see something in me that I didn't like
- a darker side of me
I can make you mad
And I can make you sad
All in the power of my hand
And THAT I didn't like
Nobody can have control of anybody
And I constantly see me affecting other people
Am I hypersensitive?
I don't think so
But just the thought of making other people sad
makes me sad
I don't want to make anybody feel sad
or bad
But what can I do?
I am constantly making mistakes
I am constantly correcting myself
Am I destined to live a life a self reprimand?
Why can't I just live
and let it go to Hades?
Why can't I just be?
Do I really care?
Why should I care?
That is NOT my problem
Why should it be my problem?
Why should I care what others think and do?
I am not the world's feel it all
That is not my problem
I should not care what others feel and see
I should care of only myself
My world
consists of only me
Or is it?
God you'd better take this thing away from me
before I really do a lot of damage
What? I don't know
But I just can't stand of having too much control
of other people
Am I nuts?
Yeah how else do you explain me having control over you?
I don't even have control over myself
How else I would you?
But that is the way God intended to
Us - having control over other people
What we say and do does affect others
It can cause them to have a bad day
And it can cause them to have a good day
Don't kid yourself
If only we think
and take an extra step to have the words we say
to people
to be a selected word
- a meaningful word
- an empowered word
If only we can select a second to do the thing
we mean to do
- a gentle touch, a certain smile
Everything doesn't have to be so sexualized
that we forget to touch others
in a meaningful way
That is my take for the day
whether I am doing it is another story
God, help! Lol
Really I mean it
Help me to sort out the things
that need to be sorted out
Help me to know what needs to be done
'cause this thing is not all mine
Yours
Isn't it?