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My thoughts touch you in whispered ways
so often in the measured pace
of minutes, hours called a day.
As soulful, sighing breezes sway
lithe branches freshly dressed by Spring,
so do my thoughts caress your face
with softly stirred remembering;
then on some treasured token stay
in homage bowed to quietly pray
and lift a tribute to your grace:
my God, this is a hallowed place.
loudly duty calls my mind to weigh
the worth of tasks I should embrace;
yet, before long, my glad thoughts stray
to find a shady, sheltered bay
unmarred by discord's haunting sting,
and there, away from all things base,
I find your spirit. Ah, there we sing
and dream together while far away
dies the noisy din that was my day,
let naught of earth this joy erase:
My God, this is a hallowed place.
Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson
I wish someone had told me long ago
That empathy comes with a caveat, you know
It's not all about putting yourself in their shoes
And accepting the hurt they pass on to you
It's about understanding their pain and strife
And seeing why they lead a troubled life
But it's also about knowing when to draw the line
And not sacrificing your boundaries, which are yours and mine
For when we do that, we become a safe house
For all the demons that haunt and rouse
From within the ones we try to empathize with
And end up becoming their punching mitt
Their scars and wounds may be deep and raw
But they have no right to hurt you with their claws
And though they may not know how to heal
You cannot be their constant shield
For if you keep giving them excuses and room
To keep spreading their darkness and gloom
They'll never learn to do better, to rise
And you'll only be left with silent cries
So let empathy be a two-part tale
Of understanding and boundaries that never fail
Let us learn to be compassionate yet bold
And never let our own worth be sold.
Our own hagrid (in the corporeal essence of marital relatives) heaves livid rage
like real life harry potter dementors dead set on wreaking havoc
mainly from the zison matriarch in a mental and physical decrepit stage
attributable in part to her four score plus years on a depression riddled life
but mainly on account that her least favorite son in law lacks any income or
wage.
Venomous rage spews forth like a smoldering volcano about to explode
threats to vacate the premises likened to toxic emotions
that bear down like the sword of Damocles or how atlas bore earth as a heavy
load
which chronic onslaught of fiery livid (red hot poker) rage
sets the entire collective family psyche in an awful tortured soulful mode.
Animosity brewed and festered for well nigh going into the eighth year
scant mutually agreeable resolutions prolong this debacle
at the corners of our ability to cope do rent asunder and tear
and last shred of sanity that remains whereby nightmarish demons leer
like haywire bots with maniacal grins their trademark flair.
Wrath batters and assaults without merciless cessation lathered with blame
that we supposedly bleed dry this elderly octogenarian dame
criticism and insults indiscriminately hurled burns like hellish flame
no matter both myself and spouse experience inherent weaknesses
any explanations describing efforts to reaching goals accepted as lame.
Angst permeates while hopelessness drips from every cell
dealing with malice (from blood kin no less) with no salvation this place we dwell
synonymous with living among the dead in I did believe in hell
whereby these retaliatory barbs tossed like hand grenades pell mell
because the old lady this ramshackle house she wishes to sell.
If anybody who read this help us please
An affordable rent such a deal this guy would cease
as a permanent place to live our plight t’would appease.
(It has been a pleasure and an honour to work upon this collaboration with you Susan. You made the process enjoyable and so easy. Your pen gave this wonderful write its soul. Our ink shared in the stars embrace within the joy of waltzing beauty. Thank you for allowing me to share ink with you Susan. It has been a joy.)
In dream's embrace, I hear sweet music play,
my arms filled with your temple so sublime.
Your beauty shines across God's timeless sea,
within the star's brocade my brightest light.
Come waltz with me betwixt eternal stars,
love croons its serenade within our hearts.
Come dance with me across this stardust floor,
in swirls of love we’re waltzing in the stars.
The distant stars are here within your eyes
in luminary love I am entranced,
you sweep me up within your rhythmic sway
and stir me with your breath upon my cheek.
Warm lips impassioned whispering my name;
your craving lights me up with bliss tonight.
We rise and fall amidst soft moonbeam’s muse
enraptured in our waltz among the stars.
Within moonglow, our spotlight in the night,
to heartbeats of desire we dance in time,
my love, we are aflame in passion’s heat,
in soulful heart to heart our love does sing.
Within your goddess presence I am lost
so deep within the dance that binds our joy,
we whirl in Luna-light your lips on mine
in fervent love we’re waltzing in the stars.
Ethereal and lyrical we are
our magic on this night is heaven sent,
what wondrous thrills we glide on melodies
oh, lustrous love is here within our reach.
We strum each other our sweet music lush
our beings are the instruments of love,
ascending heights your touch is taking me
in supernova waltz among the stars.
12/01/2019.
"Waltzing In The Stars."
A Collaboration by,
Susan Ashley.
&
Michael ,P, Clarje.
A wonder why?
What was the reason?
Beyond any reasoning
Remembrance of 9/11/2001
A day that was like yesterday, but unexpected
A past with the skies clear, sunny and true
Warning was on call with surprise
The former Twin Towers were attached
Two major Commercial airlines were used as missile jets
New York City and the entire world that was on caution
Onlookers petrified
New York City was terrorized
Yesterday with no purpose of a tomorrow
Sorrow still has no morrow
Closure always remembered
Today the skies spell hope
Heaven is the cope
Embrace the past with the moment of lives loss
Devastation ashes became risen
We are who remain have a reason and purpose to carry on
Remaining strong in togetherness
We are the chosen survivors enriched to stand
We can’t be stopped
Destruction is not our reward
Continuous striving
We are protected by a Mighty Fortress, the Lord
Terrorist thought they would win
They wanted our Soul’s to end
Heaven said, “I am the begin”
I am the Mighty that can
Wounds will never completely heal
Heartfelt in some family members and friends gone
Chosen few remain
9/11 always remembered
We are the unforgotten promises in remember
Even as we slumber
We have a reason to live
The loss being their sacrifice
Risen Sunrise and Sunset
Spotlights of living in divining hope
Everlasting
Soulful voices in the distance, always rise
She was thinking of locking the door to that room,
and never going in there again.
And yet, she enters; despite her misgivings,
as tears trickled down her cheeks.
Suddenly, she's overwhelmed by soulful thoughts;
having attached themselves to that room
in perpetuity, and taken refuge in her memories.
The air smells of fresh paint and clean linen
and she smiles at the pink carnations painted on the wall,
as her trembling fingers lightly trace over them.
She put so much of herself into planning
every aspect of that room: and it shows.
The hand-carved crib, a gift from her father:
a bed fit for a princess, who will never arrive.
Her mother helped her decorate the nursery:
suggesting pink carnations for a girl.
Taking one last look, she slowly shuts the door,
heartbroken and depressed.
There's no longer any hope left in that room.
Last week, she suffered a miscarriage:
nothing in that room can help
ease her hurt; all she found there were tears.
L ove the magnificent city, our peaceful, caring abode for years!
O verlooking waterfront of Credit river flowing into Lake Ontario -
V isually appealing beaches entertain with amazing views,
E nchanting forests with tall trees protect fauna and flora around!
C ity of flourishing culture - arts, sports encouraged with equal enthusiasm
I nspiring togetherness among little children, teenagers, youth
T o try their best and thrive in academics, follow their passions,
Y ou will find Mississauga the safest place to live with no hesitation !
O pulent gorgeous parks and gardens for citizens to enjoy,
F abulous museums, art centres, libraries to appreciate!
M ississauga has cordially welcomed the world to its cradle ~
I ndigenous community left a valuable legacy,
S afety of wildlife a primary focus in this vibrant city,
S preading awareness of conserving environment earnestly.
I ntegration highly nurtured, values of diverse communities
S incerely appreciated by residents, supported and shared,
S ending positive vibes - unlimited energy and soaring dreams!
A city of multiculturalism wins the hearts of multitude ~
U nbelievable history of showing immense gratitude,
G reatest appealing lifestyle surrounded by bountiful nature,
A stounding picturesque scenery invites soulful creativity!
Aesthetic things bestow us lasting satiety.
as time oozes, its beauty only widens
dwindling in a jolt, yet prevailing to arise
a calm haven for us to unwind our soul
the sheen of opalescence is a dream.
I adore you the way cliffs love streams.
savoring soulful waves and breathing bliss,
as the earth basks in the sun's golden glow.
Wanderlust's wild whimsy wanders as a weapon.
There wasn't a single instance.
much before I knew it was you.
a single person who has made a major sync.
the quiet moment when you're in tune with me,
postulating that a bettor is on the way.
I searched high and low for my true love.
in search of the snail shell's sparkles
with a shallow inner happiness wonder
But, as wilted flowers, they faded quickly.
Affection is in the air, the paintbrush is lovely,
You're the bird who agrees to join me on my love flight.
Its powerful wings let it fly afar in the sky.
Not a single day passed with no action.
Before I was apodictic you were my beam,
luminosity washed across my existence.
I was terrified of drowning.
I swam in the warmth of love.
But the horrific lies kept piling up.
It suffocated my genuine desires.
With the wind whispering sweetly,
When will the sun shine again, my love?
Will it spill its molten compassion on both of us?
Why I must face this dark place on my own?
Is my affection for you overwhelming?
Silken grazing artistry and moonlit radiance
spark a desire for vivid colors and brightness.
Invigorated and upbeat feelings are present.
prior to the designer's luscious palette fading
Allow the moments to pass you by as streams.
My feelings for you are eternal.
the veracity of an emotion that is special.
Assuredness, mutuality, and the realization of a wish
I wish to never suffer a day away from you!
Written: January 27, 2023
Upto You Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
In pitch black night there is no color,
For light is color's revealer.
In daylight, your eyes see an object as white, when all light is reflected,
White is all the colors from a billion rainbows, melded.
White light, dissected by raindrops, prisms and kaleidoscope
reveals the full spectrum of colors within.
Light is the palette array from which objectors choose what to reflect.
You see black, the absence of color, when no light is reflected,
You see grey, when only a wee little light is reflected.
You see red when all other colors from white light
hitting a surface are absorbed, except red, that is.
The objects and being out there, display the color they choose to portray,
by excluding all other colors, sucking them in.
Color is what distinguishes the objects and shapes
we see with our eyes, including white, black and greys.
The scene we see is an orchestration of color painted upon.
In Nature it's the array colors in the blue sky, white clouds,
green trees, black cat, white dog, and brown dirt outside.
Inside it's the brown door, blue painted walls, green drapes and decorations
In art and paintings it's the colors of pigments in paint
the artist chooses to use and mix together, whatever their source and composition.
In poems and writing it's the words chosen to create images
of the colors of nature, people and objects in the minds of readers.
And moreover, it's the moods, feelings and emotions
portrayed with colors, bold, pastel, stark and soft.
Color creates dilemmas and puzzles for users.
To a scientist its wavelength and spectrum.
To a chemist is clays, rocks, extracts, mineral and vegetable dyes.
To a decorator or house painter its charts, sample pots and mixed tins.
To an artist its what can be squeezed from pots and tubes and dabbed on canvas.
To a poet its words to create fleeting images of color, emotions, feelings and impressions
in the minds of readers.
The kaleidoscope of color is the milieu of everything perceived in the light of day,
through vision, thought, feelings and soulful emotions.
On Being Soulful
Spiritual moments
on being soulful
find their certain
metaphysical aspects
when one seeks a
deeper meaning
and a sense
of true joy,
by connecting
with one’s soul
that lies at the
very core of all
human beings
and their
individual existence
on this
physical entity,
we all call
and know, as—
Our Mortal Earth,
Our Mother Earth.
Thinking about
and truly
understanding the
special elements,
and the wholly
transcendental nature
of one’s self-ego,
whilst mastering
the spiritual art
of self-reflection,
whereby—
one finds
His or Her
true ethereal sense
and begins
to see
Mortal Life
entirely unfettered,
and without any
human falsities
and obvious
facades of deceit—
that speak directly
to the
essence of
balance and harmony,
and the
true cosmic
passion and purpose
of the
spirit of soulfulness.
It’s this
that brings
all of us
in the end
closer to
God’s Kingdom
and to
Almighty God Himself.
Amen.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 22, 2018 (Verse)