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Golgotha
(The Place of the Skull)
You paid it all at calvary.
The cross was planted in the ground suddenly.
Outside the Jerusalem walls.
It was the greatest suffering of all.
Alone on the cross.
Till this day, no one has forgotten.
Another cross on the left and on the right.
In darkness the lightning strikes.
The ground trembles on the hill of bones.
Through testimony, you will be sitting on the throne.
Three nails and a crown of thorns.
You knew me even before I was even born.
With a spear in your side,
One day you will appear and we can glide in the sky.
Through the red stripes we are all saved,
But it has to be a choice we all have to make.
Listen to a beautiful song standing on the horizon.
The tomb is empty, he has risen.
Sin has been buried for those who still believe.
He said, It is done for you and me.
The year was 1680 and I was travelling,
I sat in the carriage looking out the window;
The coachman was driving the horses quickly,
As a storm was approaching us from behind.
Thunder was booming and rolled over the forest,
Already raindrops were falling on the glass;
The sky was overcast with dark shifting clouds,
And everything was getting dull and gloomy.
This road was so deserted and remote from civilization,
I must admit that I was afraid.
Suddenly the carriage lurched and was falling over,
It bounced through the foliage, twisting and turning;
And then it stopped and all was quiet and still,
The coachman was dead and the horses also.
Struggling, I managed to climb back up to the road,
My corseted body, full overskirt of pink satin;
And parchment petticoat unsuitable for climbing,
The bun on my head loosened and my hair fell.
Oh dear, it was so dark and misty on the road ahead.
But I started to walk in the inkiness.
The forest around me was pitch black and frightening,
But there, through the trees a light was burning;
The rain was coming down in torrents that blinded me,
As I stumbled forward through the tangled trees.
A wood cabin was hidden in green lush vegetation,
It looked so secluded and isolated and lonely;
But I found myself banging on the door loudly,
As sheets of rain poured on me from up above.
And then the door slowly opened and light spilled out,
And I stood there dripping wet, and . . . .
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August 22, 2015
Poetry/Narrative/Cabin in the Forest
Copyright Protected, ID 15-702-939-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
I’m never quite sure when I wake up where the spark of a new poem will begin
but the other day two old friend were talking
and a spark ignited while I had the privilege of listening in.
I’ve heard these two old friends talk many times…
after all…isn’t that what old friends do?
They talk about life, about friends, about children and grandchildren…
as they share a memory…or two.
And that’s the way this conversation was going…when suddenly…out of the blue…
one friend turned to the other and said, “Did you know…my first memory…was you?”
As I say I’ve heard many of their conversations over the years
but the the way these five words blended was new…
and I thought…how wonderful it must have been
for one friend to say…and the other to hear
My first memory was you.
They grew up and are growing old together…these two old friends.
and in a lifetime of sharing words attached to their memories…
I can’t imagine any of their words were more meaningful
or more beautiful..than these.
Yes, for years I’ve heard them speak comforting words to one another…
In times of joy…and even when their hearts were broken…
but I have never felt more lucky an honored
than to be in the room when these five words were spoken.
I have been blessed to hear some beautiful words in my life:
I love you…
Congratulations your a father
Dad
PopPop
I do
And I’m happy to add to this wonderful list
the words
My first memory…was you.
I escaped to a quite place to meditate
But as soon as I got there an old man in a red cap
with a wretched look on his face invaded my quiet space
I have noticed him perpetually prowling around the park
with his long range professional camera shooting from the dark
Today my spirit got crossed and I came face to face with him
I labeled him a stalker but he quickly denied and
and confessed that he was a habitual bird watcher
I felt a sudden vexation brewing and with deep sorrows inside
I took my bible and sat on the damp grass and
read a psalms from the depth of my heart.
The rain came down suddenly wetting the pages in my bible
And forcing the bird watcher to close his despised windows
His conscience started screaming at him and in a few
minutes he hurried away from that place.
Something compelled me to leave that spot too
so I rode my bike along the wet trail leading to a muddy course
and a man riding in the opposite direction crossed my path
I attempted to get off my bike to let him pass
but he said aloud "I will ride in the muddy part"
As soon as I reach around the tired bend
I pounced upon a sign which reads
"road under construction, closed"
The broken swampy road perishing from inside
with heavy equipment blocking the route kept everyone away
I felt extremely happy
I parked my bike along the broken track and walked on
a board that connects both trail and continued on the track
I kept walking until my spirit led me to a peculiar place
A tree on the river bank with roots swelling out of the ground
with no soil to cover it's body and veins running all around
caught my attention
I made my way into the bushes
and sat on the root with my bare feet dangling
above the slow moving water and flat rocks gazing at me
as if they have something urgent to show me
I kept looking all around still there was nothing to be found
But right in front of me the hidden mystery was staring directly at me
There it was in living proof five trees standing on the river bank
four trees leaning over the river in a cluster
with one almost falling to the ground
But the fifth tree separated from the cluster was standing upright
looking healthy and strong sucking up the energy from the four falling ones
I photograph the living image of the four trees
collapsing over the big dirty river.
Pitter patter, drip, drop, it’s not an April shower
Drip, drop, drip, drop raining hour after long hour
Suddenly the sun streaks through, javelins of sunlight
Then back to pitter, patter, and rain throughout the night.
In and out of doorways, trying to stay dry
Thunder crashing the Queens dead, the country seems to sigh
Edward the happy monarch will rule with fun from now on
Rain, rain, it never stops crying for the Old Queen is gone.
The sun breaks through the London grey, it sparkles on a tree leaf
Drops still dripping slowly, displaying all their grief.
Happy times are coming, skipping down the London streets
Children playing hopscotch, while the bobbies are on the beat.
A blossom opens a leaf unfurls, breathes the rain drops in
The first sup of clean water in these london streets so grim.
Pitter, patter, feel the rain - dodging in and out of doorways
Trying to keep dry in the summer rain as one does always.
The ringing of the bells, Big Ben strikes the hour
A begging hand from a pile of rags huddled in the shower.
The old queen is dead and gone, but wanders through her city
Looking left and right, she shakes her head in certain pity
Through London town she wanders where dirt and grime abound
She’s searching for she does not know - until it she has found
The thunder crashes the rain pours then drips slowly to an end
The queen is dead long live the King she prays his ways he’ll mend.
©~GG~ 2012
Entry for Tracie's Anything goes competition This is a Poem I have just done for a Magazine about when Queen Victoria died.
One day I realized that something is really missing,
May be the feelings in me or the attachment with you,
Tides of the ocean, color of the leaves and it kept me teasing.
I opened my door; there was fog all around,
My eyes could not clear the foggy view,
But amazingly, this fog and its smell kept me surround.
I was helpless, shouting for help,
Coz I didn’t find anyone else.
All my patience and self esteem were at stake,
Suddenly I heard a sweet voice telling me get awake.
I opened my eyes, those foggy views dispersed,
And now I could see someone coming towards me,
I was afraid and fear struck my mind,
That unknown figure came closer to my ears and whispered.
“Come along”... I am the one for whom you have been waiting all life long,
I said,” who are u?”…why shall I go with you?
“Can’t you differentiate between the old and the new”, Figure replied.
You are old and I m auspiciously new,
I am your soul, who accompanied you to your whole life.
Now you are dead and it’s the end of your life that God made.
I was shocked, I was dead and it was a grave,
Everything has an end to it,
And I know, I was never so brave.
It is time to leave and bid adieu to all relations,
Sorry all for everything and I here put an end to this lesson.
Form:
I imagine this is what it might feel like to lose a loved one..
The earth continues rotation and time remains uninterrupted
The sun rises and sets, just as before, but red no longer looks red
A breeze of brisk winter air, sends no chills up your spine
And the flow of your favorite poem, suddenly, produces no rhyme
Cars preceded to come and go, as if, there were a purpose
As if this weren’t the end of the world, and something could be missed
Looking around, at others laughing and wondering, how could this be
With you gone, the world can’t remain the same. Why can’t the others see
The Battle
And so goes the battle.
Between evil and the good.
They step into the ring.
And take their corners like they should.
Warming up for the fight.
Their best is what they bring.
As they bop and weave.
Waiting for the bell to ring.
Suddenly the fight is on.
Between both right and wrong.
Everyone is watching
To see which one is strong.
Right takes a mighty blow
From the lies that it's been told.
Wrong moves in to make a move.
With an illegal hold.
Back into their corners.
Waiting for the second round.
Wrong plots another move.
To take right to the ground.
They come out just swinging.
Wrong takes an upper cut.
It looks like right will win.
You can feel it in your gut.
The crowd stands to their feet.
As wrong draws a little blood.
Right is tired of fighting.
Being drug right through the mud.
You can feel the fury.
As right lets it all go.
Defeating wrong in honor.
So all the world will know.
That when the battle rages.
And it's you that's in the fight.
No matter how you do it.
Two wrongs don't make a right.
Edwin C Hofert
Final exams start Thursday,
and it’s giving us all the feels.
Finals have a gravity of their own.
Are the papers worse than exams? Maybe.
The tension can be relentless and heavy.
“It’s finals week, see you on the other side.”
As for me, I’m almost packed up.
Time is an odd and unpredictable beast.
It’s hard to believe that in two weeks, I'll be a junior.
It’s an unimaginable prospect.
To work, for a long time at something that seemed impossible
- head down in concentration - then suddenly, like a passing,
cotton cloud somehow became a bunny - everything came into focus.
I’m halfway done. I’m going to make it. I got a chill.
I wanted to throw my lattice windows wide open and scream for joy
- but it might’ve been taken wrong. I’ve no time to give mental health advisors.
Next week might be a more plausible time for wooting.
.
.
It has to be said. I’m in love with these songs:
‘Arizona‘ by ‘Ms. White’
‘Blood in the Cut’ by ‘K.Flay’
‘Time Machine’ by ‘Willow’
‘Relax’ by ‘Vacations’
‘Do the motion’ by ‘BoA’
“Tender as a bomb’ by ‘tennis’
Frightening how fast
A mind can snap
Blubbering in grief
Inconsolable
Wailing with wanting
For the one who
Was taken suddenly
Ridiculous to be envious
of those who have had fair
warning watching their
loved ones month after
month deteriorate into
a being they do not
recognize
Mortal illness changes a family
Taking it hostage for
the length of the illness
empathetic neighbors arrive at first
but soon lose interest
not understanding the private
hell that you face
alone
When something happens that
is similar it is still never exactly the same
So “I know how you feel” is not a great
phrase to use ever, for you do not.
"I do not know how you feel" would be much better.