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Within her heart
Within her heart she holds four chambers pushing and sucking
like tides in an ocean of ~ love kindness compassion and peace ~
~ Love ~ is my sunshine in the heat of the moment when darkness
unfolds for it turns into caring and sharing one small step at a time
~ Kindness ~ never evaporates it swishes and swashes and washes
sorrowed sadness into the crest of perspective lightening the load
~ Compassion ~ has endless supplies where madness envelops and
cradles insanity’s bedlam converts into lessons excavated from past
~ Peace ~ holds the keyring a true triad of love kindness compassion
the biggest chamber of togetherness union freedom and pleasure
My ~ sunshine ~ plays ~ moonlight ~ feeds on her ~ stars’ ~ milky ways
propels impermanent ~ comets ~ reminds me of what is and goes on
Sun grows radiance moon spoons soul-mates stars lighten our unique
~ Universe ~ with comets the ends to a meaningful time frame of life
Within her heart she holds four chambers namely a loving sun dancing
with the kindest moon compassionate stars and the comet of peace
Whose harmonious repose relies on handing the torch of composed
and serene non-aggression over from one shooting star to the next
Within her heart she holds all that and much more and
without her heart I am lost and not found
Heartfelt on 07th October 2016
Too long for the contest ‘Within Her Heart’ but her heart is so big….
Subways canceled; buses, too.
Cannot visit park or zoo.
Broadway tickets? Outta luck.
Far from home? You might be stuck.
Baseball games not being played.
Flights postponed – at best, delayed.
Museums closed and so are gyms.
In churches, there might not be hymns.
If you’re residing in Zone A,
Evacuate without delay.
For all the rest, have flashlights, please,
‘Cause Con Ed has no guarantees.
Stock yourself with food and drink;
Here we totter, on the brink.
Get supplies or you’ll regret it.
When Irene hits, you won’t sweat it.
Nature loves to throw us curves
And newscasters pump up your nerves.
Still, I’m all set and won’t complain,
Just waiting for the wind and rain.
I wonder, though, if they’re mistaken -
If it’s sunny when we waken?
Experts will say we were spared
Because we were so well-prepared!
My accountant said I'm officially poor,
so I headed out to the grocery store.
Food now costing so much more.
Preparing tuna casseroles, eating spaghetti
striving to keep track of every penny,
is making me anxious, my palms now sweaty..
Gas prices may have stabilized but every thing
else continues to rise, even every day household supplies..
Merchants smile at you so you think their the nicest
and claim that it's all post pandemic prices or that limited
supplies have caused this food crisis..
I've said no to Lancome and designer jeans as I struggle
to stay with in limited means. My bank account chronically
seems to be lean..
It's not much fun being poor, especially if one's known
money before. I'm starting to ask what else is in store?
Let freedom ring from sea to sea but America is no longer free.
I'll keep on working at 73.
My heart has found a greater joy
More strong than what I see or feel
My eyes have seen a better world
Though heavenly, still near and real
My strength comes not from earthly means
From wealth that flees, or man who dies
My might comes from the ceaseless fount
Of living waters He supplies
My eyes have seen a better way
Though narrow and hard-pressed it be
My eyes are fixed on Zion's mount
Where I shall live eternally
My heart has found a better life
Than living for my selfish gain
My soul has found a kinder Lord
And I shall ever serve Him fain
My soul has found a lasting peace
Through pain it stands—sent from above
My ears have heard a sweeter song
Of priceless, covenantal love
My eyes have seen a fairer place
A portion beautiful is mine
My heart has made the better choice
Surrendering to His design
We thought it would last forever,
not a kink in the endless chain of supplies;
Now more than the store shelves
are coming up continuously empty;
Still the menu is good to change,
maybe get out grandma’s old recipe;
No amount of money in the world
can buy you food that doesn’t exist;
We thought it was just gonna go away,
the trucks would always deliver more eggs;
Then omelettes became a luxury item,
‘Snickers’ were all we could afford or find;
Starvation ended with ‘We are the World.’
Western civilization? That’s impossible;
North America is flooded with resources;
Regrow endless crops on soil rich land;
No amount of money in the world
can buy you food that doesn’t exist;
Bottom of the barrel no trash to steal;
Private property gardens, no trespassing;
Outlaws armed with skills and dirty hands,
Off grid not for sale, can’t steal from them;
The wealthy can get whatever they need,
or so the one percent always thought;
No amount of money in the world
can buy you food that doesn’t exist.
I took this as a summer job,
college expenses require pay,
they sent me up Whithorn Mountain,
put me in a cabin to stay.
Every morn I climb the tower
to make sure the forests don’t burn,
underestimated the boredom,
for some interaction I yearn.
Sure, the hikers will chat with me,
but I give them the same old spiel,
fifteen minute friends, come-and-go,
not much time for something real.
My girlfriend came for a weekend,
but she’s such an indoor cat,
stomped down before one day was through,
then she dumped me after that…
I get cell-reception up here,
from a tower one peak away,
but the cabin has no power,
so the charge I have to save.
I get to go down once a week,
but it’s such a small, mountain town,
go to the diner, get supplies,
then I mostly just wander ’round.
It can be hard to make my peace
when there seems so little to do,
my condition is rare, not oft seen,
I’ve got the fire-tower blues.
But those small red squirrels chittering
can’t help but give me a grin,
they’re the kings of this mountain,
until the birds-of-prey soar in.
Turkey vultures sniff for carrion,
while scribing circles on the wing,
Red-tail hawks look for living food,
and by God, their screech is amazing!
And just the other day I saw
a bull elk walk across the slope.
I know he’s just an animal,
but the sight still inspires hope.
Wild blueberries grow close by,
and after I’ve checked for bears,
you’ll often find me eating them,
it is nature’s feast down there.
Plus it is much cooler up here,
then in the flat-lands below,
the summer sweat and sweltering
is something that I never know.
And every sunrise and sunset
looks out upon God’s own view,
I suppose it nearly offsets
those old fire-tower blues.
Transformation
We all begin like a little caterpilar,
lounging on its leafy branch,
who would only care to move at the onset of an avalanche.
Until it embraces a daring feat,
one, we wonder,
will it complete?
It begins by weaving a simple button of silk, which it supplies
and dangles from it daringly,
as a chrysalis begins to comprise.
A shimmering outer shell consumes the figure,
as time continues on, taking a drawn-out course,
supplying happiness, or remorse.
The caterpillar's creation suddenly cracks.....
we stare intently, taken aback.
For the metamorphosis that had taken place
had turned the forgotten creature into one of beauty and grace.
Away it soars, into the infinite blue sky,
how did this change transpire, I wonder why?
Humans operate in this same way,
yet our creation remains the same today.
You begin a a caterpillar until struck with a passion and purpose,
a breakthrough,
the unstoppable pleasure enchants you.
Now you realize this is to be the paved way to a prolonged discovery,
immersed into your own unique chrysalis
and take a long recovery.
In your pleasure-swelling soul,
it soon becomes out of control.
The passion grips the tendrils restraining your heart,
but nothing can keep you and your love apart.
New days dawn, you are prepared,
for your new premiere of talent is about to be shared.
With all the intense power that you possess,
in favor of your interest,
the chrysalis crumbles to the ground.
Your talent has been discovered,
to those that you astound.
Your passion take hold
you travel to great lengths, so bold,
to your highest potential ever felt before.
As your wings rhythmically beat,
the transformation is now complete.
Looking into your burning eyes supplies me with suspence.
As if you scare me into a reality of fear.
Nothing in my life is as satisfying as you.
Fear is the only feeling I get when you are there.
When your away, I scream in pain.
Nothing can take you away from me.
I am in your arms holding on to your soul.
My heart is burning for desire.
Help me control it, I am losing your sight.
Happier when I am in your arms.
But I am crying when your gone.
My blood stops flowing into my veins.
Your beautiful hazel eyes race through my mind.
I feel incomplete without you, as if I am cold and dead.
Your blood needs to flow through my veins.
My eyes are blindsided by your perfectness.
Drowning in my fear I shout your name.
All with in my broken heart you say you love me.
I wish I could meet you one day.
But maybe in my dreams.
You will always be my love.
The mice are out, it is a wonderful night
The waxing moon is in a laid back mood
Mice pass through the grass out of sight
About “em there's a mysterious attitude
The mice are out tonight
There’s no dilly dallying, they have plans
Skipping up, and over the dry stone wall
Down the alley, and jumping empty cans
Being sure, as to miss the tomcats brawl
The mice are out tonight
The cobble stones glisten as they spring
Into someone’s, un-suspecting backyard
Up the drain pipe, and at last they are in
The cat’s away tonight there is no guard
The mice are out tonight
Now a feast of a lifetime is for the taking
All settle in a circle, they have their prize
Mrs. Crumble, has been doing her baking
So much pie that befits their hungry eyes
The mice are out tonight
With bellies full, they a take a timely nap
Backpacks ready, for their journey home
With one eye open, watching for that cat
It would not do to have their cover blown
The mice are out tonight
Once awake, no time wasted, home to go
With more caution shown when bellies full
As down the drain pipe, to the yard below
Onwards, there’s no time to stop and mull
The mice are out tonight
In the shadows of the night they kept low
Where the waxing moon sees, and smiles
The mice feel safe under his fatherly glow
As the mice, now have their food supplies
The mice are out tonight . . .
She came from a life of obscurity
Pushed into the constant scrutiny
from the locals and around the world.
No longer allowed to be a simple girl.
She used her popularity and fame
Treating everyone the same.
She showed compassion to the dying
Held children that were sick and crying.
She rolled up her sleeves and dug in
Helping to bring supplies and medicine
to the part of the world most never see.
She knew her status could bring publicity.
So the world ould see plights of the people.
Hoping that more aid for them would be helpful
Now those moments are nothing but a memory
Captured in writing and photography.
She's the example that we should follow
Never being afraid to let our feeling show.
Treat others as our equals in life
Whether it's a stranger, or husband and wife.
she raised her sons to do the same
So they carry on the work honoring her name.
I try to have courage, to remain strong
and protect the weak that are treated wrong.
I think of her often when I meet people in need
and know this is someone She' gladly feed.
I am comfortable doing what she'd easily do.
though I don't need the whole world knowing what I do.
In memory of Princess Diana. Who used her status and her heart to show how true royalty should care about the people around them and not be afraid to get dirty once in a while or help dress a stranger or give food to a hungry child.
they forgot what caring was really all about till she left the royal palace and became a queen to her people. No need for a crown and status. They gave their devotion to Lady Di.
I have always thought of people the way she did. Often putting away my on needs for the needs of others and knowing the difference between who we are and what we are and that needs must always come before the wants in life.© 23 hours ago, Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts