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Every Wednesday he held a healing service for the sick
since Betty's cancer had spread to a point of no return
Fr. N was the only one she followed, with faith unbroken;
He stood at the front of the church and called us over
one by one. Up we went with all of our hurts and pains;
He healed by instinct and Godly knowledge, of this I have
not doubt.
Sadly, Betty did pass but not before receiving inner peace,
which that in itself was the greatest miracle of all...
Years later upon my return from Pittsburgh I visited this quiet
Anglican church with the hope of healing something deep inside
of me. My soul had been hungering for acceptance for many years.
"One of you is here to heal their inner child" he said,
"whomever you are please come up and receive your healing. "
I felt like he was talking to me so I got up and walked up the isle
towards him. He held a bottle of Olive oil in his right hand, after
anointing me he whispered, "Why do I hold a vision of split acorns
in my head ? "
Unbeknownst to him, I had just come back from a forest located
in Pittsburgh. I had actually picked acorns, and turning them in
my hands, I had noticed they were split and took them home with
me in a bag to glue together.
I went down like a soft feathered bird and when I came to,
I wept for half an hour, until all my fears subsided,
When it came to this special priest there was nowhere to hide,
he was a faith healer of the truest kind, always on your side...
December 3, 2020
Our love started out as a burning fire
Nothing mattered but being in your arms
With passions flames you lifted me higher
How could I possibly resist your charms
That special smile, the one I remember
Nothing mattered but being in your arms
The flame's subsided it's now an ember
Others may not see but we both know
That special smile, the one I remember
I cherish the warmth of the ember glow
Our love so much stronger than yesterday
Others may not see but we both know
For many others love has gone away
We are so careful we tend to loves flame
Our love so much stronger than yesterday
Sure we have fun, yet love is not a game
We are so careful we tend to loves flame
Our love started out as a burning fire
With passions flames you lifted me higher
Gail Angel Doyle's Burning Embers Contest
...The two toughs turned, both their eyes went wide,
then as one they stared in laughing,
“Look at this fool, he thinks he’s a cowboy!
I think his head must’ve taken a rapping.”
They advanced with their blades, not worrying,
from the look of him they judged him insane
Maxon had seen this often before,
modern folks often saw him this way.
He took aim at the thug on the left,
and fired a slug straight into this knee,
the enforcer went down, screaming aloud,
the other thug froze in disbelief.
Maxon pointed the gun, carefully took aim,
the thug dropped his blade and sprinted away,
behind them both the beaten man arose,
he sputtered, unsure of what to say.
He looked at Maxon, his horse and his gun,
his white hat and his vest and his spurs,
he said,”W-who are you? How can this be?”
Everything about it struck him as absurd.
Maxon said,’I’m a man who had many sins,
committed so many years ago,
but the Man Upstairs thought I was worth saving,
so this is the life that I now know.
“This is what He chose to be my fate,
Mm way of paying back all of my debts,
I know some day He will say it’s enough,
but that day has not happened just yet.
“You are not the first that I’ve had to save,
but I warn to you to make better choices in life,
because in fourteen decades of doing this,
I’ve never saved anybody twice.
“Get out of this town, away from those thugs,
from the vices that have taken their turn,
most criminals don’t end up like me,
they just get tossed in the pit to burn.”
The young man just nodded, too stunned to speak,
then scampered off past Maxon’s horse,
he prayed to God that his words had hit home,
then with a heavy sigh, altered his course.
The burning in his gut had subsided,
no more shooting would be done this night,
so Maxon loped off on his ageless stead,
to continue his long, ordained ride.
Body letting me down of late
Knees, back, hips crying for relief
Holding onto a park bench for support
Voices approached, a group of young folk
Once I was as you are today, my thoughts
I stood before them, standing proud
Smiles all around, no sound, no movement
My body creaked, looking for support
A hand reached out; do I reach out?
A hand touched my shoulder, my pain subsided
Tears rolled down my cheek at this interaction
The group stood in silence, waiting for what
Would you care to join us on our walk?
My name was asked, I replied with pride
Eyes met eyes, I have met you before, feelings
We strolled the coastline, silence prevailed
A hand reached and held my hand
No pain worries as we strolled on
A voice broke the silence
This is the end of the path, spoken quietly
Sit awhile and think things through
Another bench, providing comfort and views
Deep breaths taken, is this all true?
Turned to thank the group of young folk
No one there, I shook my head in disbelief
I stood to walk away, pain once there was now gone
I now realised I was laying on the ground
My eyes looked into eyes seen before
A hand reached out offering help
A grip so strong helped me to my feet
Then I realised I was standing on my own
I walked away shaking my head
Pain no more, a happening performed.
Unadulterated emotional anguish linkedin...
Regarding inconsolable screaming infant
christened Matthew Scott Harris woke
eureka insight about said newborn self,
experiences ultra sensitivity courtesy
loud noises and/or sleep disruption.
I purportedly cried mine
trademark noisy hullabaloo
no matter pallor turned
fifty plus shades of blue
nonstop nary a clue
lovely writhing baby bones
pitiful sight Matthew
eventually, invariably, and ostensibly
slumped into fatigue he brew
utter exhaustion and drew
round the clock few
till helplessness that no hue
man parental unit knew
not remedy only
parental frustration didst ensue,
nein body but mother coaxed xanadu
quickly instinctually, and
dotingly attempted to construe
why "mama's boy" solely
wanted her, she knew
not why, I only permitted
maternal acquiescence to quell grew
absolute zero clue
scant hours earlier yesterday
November 26th, 2019
inexplicable insight shone through
after decades long mystery adieu
reckon unlikely circumcised as Jew,
albeit Unitarian in
later years voluntarily withdrew
attendance basically, I now eschew
contemplative, introspective, and meditative
hodgepodge transcendental spirit chew
wool awareness keenly, profoundly,
and unexpectedly piqued
clear out of the blue
courtesy oppressive wallop true
red hot volcanic rage, a violent brew
within walls of b44 deathstill milieu
expressed in most recent previous poem,
previous poem titled Even if yours truly
could repeat every grade...
where I maintain hermitage milieu
experiencing violent ready to slew
myself and/or spouse, but... whew
blinding, deafening, frothing...
heaving, jackknifing lacerating
as iterated to you
Fred Flintstone's catchphrase,
he hightailed jabbering yabadabadoo
lest his fate witness him
serving as cannibal stew
unbearable, unmanageable, untenable...
eventually subsided without
limp or lifeless body ignoble deed
yours truly did eschew.
Jesus...He waits patiently, because He Loves us! Amen.
Shall we go on?
...came…His…tender inquiry
She didn’t answer...intent on remaining
in the shadowed dregs of her brokenness
And He allowed her to do so…
because He loved her…
and understood
So, He waited…
while she bewailed the unfairness of the times,
the cruelty of acts oppressive, the heaviness...
of it all! …He waited…as
She delved further into her complaints…even…
pointing a finger at Him…yet, He waited…
and never…
not for a moment…did He leave her side
Then, somewhere, in the interim’s timelessness
her angst and sobs subsided…
She lifted her eyes, acknowledged His Presence
and reached…
for His outstretched Hand
From Him…flowed…renewed Faith and Strength
…she smiled…
And…They Went On
When a wise person speaks, just listen
don't waste candles while the sun is shining
inspiration we seek is already within
Pondering complete stillness
blackness in the ears
Aloneness no longer eased worries.
Embedded into our stud essence
reasons are being sought
away from the awful silence
weary, thoughtful
eyes gaze into the calm reflection
stillness soothes mental turmoil
soul shores are bathed in peace.
Alone in quiet awareness,
all blunders are forgiven.
In pursuit of greater consciousness
to unravel the untied truth.
When outward turmoil has subsided
echoes fade into quiet
resound with harmony
melodies create a peaceful symphony
Into the deep, deep woods
marks, notches, and scars
so many rings
and connected vines
a ripple of silence
still not a rustle of trees,
skewed the sound of the wind
where it used to be warm and satiated
now there is only stillness.
Hush is a faithful mate who never betrays,
in an inexplicable lightness
reaching the desired goal at last
touching souls requires stillness.
Written: February 15, 2023
You Select Again Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
She sat tight in the corner with her head on her knees,
As she quietly begged, let me kill myself please.
With a knife tightly gripped in her left hand,
Life as she thought was not going as she planned.
Depression was her lover an enticing lonely friend,
She had everything she wanted but it beckoned her to her end.
But the words “don’t do it” was expressed in a soft tiny voice,
She heard it many a time before in her head giving her a choice.
But this time the voice kept on talking more than before,
She mimicked the words while sitting on the cold kitchen floor.
Her eyes darted from side to side as if reading it from an invisible book,
And without realising it, the pain she felt subsided as she shook.
The voice was definitely hers, but what it said healed her pain,
The depression that she experienced was no longer driving her insane.
The voice said “Child why do you contemplate killing yourself?”
“The next time you feel this way just call my name and I will help”
“What’s your name?” she screamed out, but the voice had gone,
It was six months later depression serenaded the death ritual song.
Depression was out to kill her, she sat and cried like a child
“Jesus help me please!” then remembered and began to laugh and smile
I Welcome My Nights
I knew and you knew that if I listen to Unchained Melody
I would have given up on yesterday
Without the praises, the disappointments
Those long, long sighs
During moments of passion
Our Love was superficial in comparison, until
I saw his face in my dreams
Suddenly, the sweet Gheorghe Zamfir
Unchained Melody called me back, I became
The Greek Goddess you never heard of
I am free.
My last sigh, our last embrace
Has curled into dust bunnies
With One only reminder
Your brown Jar of honey, untouched
Sticky and outdated like
Your attempt to seduce me
Those negligees you once loved
The color fades like yesterday tears
Everything in this world that we once shared
Seems so unreal, I am free, free to love
With each breath, with each melody, the intimidation
We were everything, I welcome those nights
However, I am now the Brave heart of my soul
My fear has subsided, my smiles long overdue
A new secret reveals. Close all doors.
Two girls and I were in Minden, Germany
A settlement once belonging to Charlemagne
On the banks of the Weser River
Near the Porta Westfalica
One day doing a performance
At a literary event in the Church of St. John
Built in the 13th century
Now an event venue called the Bürgerzentrum
(Citizen Center for Art and Culture)
Where we spent the night in bunk beds set up
In its old bell tower
Having breakfast at a Day Center
And lunch and dinner at street stalls
Or in the occasional restaurant
The younger one with a pretty face
And the other more beautiful than coral
When we suggested that we were going to be invited
By the Director of the event
To the Bali Therme, a wonderful complex
That you can't imagine in Bad Oeynhausen
With different thermal pools
Saunas, a massage area and a restaurant
All of them worth enjoying the most
The young woman said she didn't want to visit
The saunas where nudity is natural
And almost obligatory
We told her not to worry
Because we would use the saunas half-dressed.
We've finished the baths
And we're heading towards the promised saunas.
The girls wanted to go in first
I followed them.
Just as we entered the first one
The youngest froze
Like she was lifeless and heartless
Because, in front of her
Sat a completely naked and sweaty man
Showing off his enormous and testicles
Filled with steam
No doubt suffering from circulatory or cardiac problems.
She started crying and said to us:
-My God! I've never seen a man's cock
And I can't imagine swallowing a cock like this
If I ever make love or get married.
Since she was so sad and heartbroken
We went back to the water in the hot and cold pools
With salty seawater.
When her anger subsided
We told her not to worry
That the size of that cock
Would be softened by the doctor treating him
Until it became a child's .
She told us:
-After all, I had to see a someday
One I never thought would be so exaggerated.
Since you can never say never
I'm content to find myself
With a , even a child's one
Because life is very short
And the thirst to is strong
As my mother's friends tell me.