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A little snow and a little rain
Oops
Heavy snow and heavy shower
Ouch
Strong wind with thunder and lightening
Boom
The moon has almost completed its journey
around the world and is still searching for a
comfortable spot to radiate its beaming light.
It searches dark secret places
untie deceptive knots and withdraw secret plugs.
It burst chains and shackles with its powerful light
and smiles at us as it ripples through thick dark clouds
clearing rough spots unveiling secret patches,
repairing painful damages and ironing out crooked paths.
The bold moon is pregnant with rain it’s weeping for the
Mothers, wailing for the children and lamenting over the youths.
Animals are getting jittery they jump and prance in the middle
Of the night as the moon tries to complete its full circle.
Cows are on heat
radiation increases causing mankind to lose their sleep.
They become disagreeable and socially unreliable.
Farmers are anxious too they do not know which beam
The moon will disburse
If it rains moderately the crop will flourish
If it rains heavily the crops will perish
If the north wind blows it will overturn everything in its path
If the east wind blow we will be saved from its terrible wrath.
Prepare the land for the moon’s circle
Gather all the grains in the barns
If you sow corn you will reap corn
If you sow love you will reap love
If you sow peas you will reap peas
If you sow kindness you will reap kindness
If you sow compassion you will reap compassion.
Be prepared the full moon is about to complete its full circle.
©2014 Christine Phillips
FRIDAY THE 13TH
Usually counting down Fridays
Friday is actually Friday the 13th
A day that is traditionally superstitions
Surrounded by bad vibes bad luck,
Spooky superstitions, bad situations
General bad feeling of terrible luck.
Not exactly a day anyone looks forward toward
Because many people just expect the worst.
Don't walk under ladders, or break that glass
Black cats, bad luck if come cross you path
Now Friday the 13th is seen as unlucky day
None believers will pray
Whether should expect terrible situations
This is also a day when people tend to be extra superstitious
Worried bout things like black cats crossing their path
Through this day dealing with many unlucky situations
So next time you walk under a ladder
Look up, Oh!! no wait watch out for that anvil
04/13/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
Lost worlds are swirling in your eyes
Looking towards the heavens were you’ll roam.
Are you ready for it now?
Are you waiting here just to go?
Well I will tell you little secrets
And I will whisper all the lovely truths to you.
I will tell you of the many ways that you can feel free.
We can talk in circles and go around the world
All the while never leaving this desperate space of mine.
You told me you would be gone before the day began
But there you were and dressed to kill.
Shall we, dear? Shall we celebrate our fall?
I will dance you to the end of love
I will dance you right up to that terrible sea.
Where the land meets the waters
And broken thoughts wash up on the shore.
Cut our throats on well-worn glass
And turn our eyes toward to the sky
For we will be going there some day.
I know we will dance there, even you and I.
Pen
Lost~~where
Disappeared
New package waits
As does a blank page
A brain loaded with thoughts
Like the pair of andirons' loads
They oft have to wear, that which weighs
Heavy, hot, burning as those thoughts of
Despair the poet pens, when remembering
The agony of painful emotions
Which creep into the thoughts from no where
Terrible abuse, but is it?
Is it real, false thinking?
Writing seems to help clear
The cogs of the brain
Where are those pens?
Crinkle, click
Flow starts
Write
The line that says, like the pair of andirons' loads, is only 7 syllables because and irons is only two syllables despite the syllable counter saying it has three syllables.
So once again, with grim countenance, the ship sailed on with all bemoaning their woes
Till calm seas prevailed, with balmy sun, sweet zephyr song, they came to Helios' shores.
Helios, calm god of the day, smiled upon the lads, gave of his land free rein, but with a caveat-
Helios pride was his golden herd, indolent and fat,"Do what you will, but don't touch that"
Well, as was their wont, like a terrible refrain, full-weathered from woes and want, but yet unwise,
The crew, overcome by gluttonous greed, slaughtered a heifer, for raucous feast, not sacrifice.
Wild was Helios at this blatant deceit, with terrible curse, banished them all, to wander once again.
So with Helios' curse (and Neptune's help), the ship was tossed and soon lost, all crew were slain.
It was Odysseus alone who was alive, afloat on flotsam, floating about, with fervent wish of death
But sweet surcease was not his lot, more plight was his fate - his tryst was due with Charybdis yet.
Perhaps Scylla was a better bet, in it's slavering jaws a definite death, I think he'd rather have it
But caught he was in Charybdis' thrall, a vortex which ate him whole, and threw him out as spit.
Past the maelstrom's outer whirl was our hero tossed clinging to life's last hope, verily a straw
Floated, the wasted carricature of a man, denied of food and water, no sustenance he could draw.
But perchance the Gods smiled on him, wearied of their devious, puerile games going too long
Odysseus fell on land once more, where restored were life and limb, bewitched by Calypso's song.
Now Odysseus, all said and done, was a man vulnerable to worldly women's wanton wiles
And Calypso was full besot with our hero's lusty frame, his wit, his deeds and charming smiles.
For seven years did he taste bliss, ensconced in Calypso's arms with thought of home amiss
But one day, after seven years, did Caypso, with heavy heart, let him go on pleas of our Hermes.
From Calypso's isle did Odysseus sail on raft, through storm, as was now his habit, and came to Sceria
Where Nausicca, on Athena's urge, gave succor, till he sailed with Phaecians who had trade with Sumeria
The Phaecian ships soon landed Odysseus on fair Ithacan shores where Penelope had travail,
But my dear laddies, I must hie hence, for the Dawn is nigh, of Penelope and Suitors, is another tale.
Concluded
Half a decade ago today, Dad ceased to be alive.
Five years ago, Dad died at the age of sixty-five.
He was a hard worker, he could have outworked two twenty-year-olds.
When he went to the doctor, bad news was what he was destined to be told.
He was diagnosed with Leukemia and it caused distress.
Twenty months later, he succumbed to his terrible illness.
Two days before he died, he couldn't even respond when people talked to him.
Forty-eight hours later, he met a terrifying fate that was very grim.
He underwent Chemotherapy to temporarily survive.
Half a decade ago today, Dad ceased to be alive.
[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died on July 13, 2013.]
Once upon a time, I was created by an 18th century jeweler,
but I do not remember his name because of course I am very old;
for a while, I lay on a satin cushion in a high style store,
although just made of glass and silver, I was still quite expensive.
Then, one bright day a nice gentlemen came in to buy a gift,
he explained to the clerk it was a birthday present for his new wife;
he was shown many pieces until they came to me,
and he exclaimed, oh yes, this is perfect, I will take it, please.
His wife adored me, oh I love the flowers in sparkling glass,
of pink and diamonds, I am going to put it on my new hat;
and there I stayed for years and years till she at last died,
I lay on a closet shelve gathering dust until her daughter found me.
She cleaned me gently and pinned me to her wool jacket,
and I got tons of compliments when we went out shopping together;
she never forgot me and touched me often with great love,
then, she died suddenly . . . and I was given to a charity store.
It was a terrible place, and I just lingered there sad and alone,
until a girl with raven hair picked me up and said oh how pretty;
she took me home- now I live on her dresser . . . . loved.
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April 13, 2018
Poetry/Personification/The Old Brooch
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1012-723-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Bring To Life
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
Fourth Place
This is a story, I'm not fond to recall
One decade ago, when my daughter was small
She was too young for Girl Scouts,..so instead, joined a troop
Of young "Brownie" fledglings...there were ten in her group
They needed a leader, ...so I stepped up in command !
Like a proud mother soldier, I would lend them a hand !!
They would come to our house, and we'd do arts and crafts
I'd serve milk and cookies, as each afternoon passed...
Part of my plan, so they'd be fit and strong...
Was to learn about nature...but things went sooo wrong!!
We had gone for a hike...to wander the woods...
Finding interesting leaves, and whatever we could..
They ran a few races. We played hide-and-seek
A few roasted hot dogs, near the rush of a creek
By late afternoon,....we called it a day
I gathered the girls....and to my terrible dismay!!.....
The girls had been hiding, in red poison oak!!
What a dummy I was......and that is NO JOKE !!
When I took the girls home....expecting insults....
The parents were kind. But here are results.....
From ten little girls....there were rashes on nine...
We emptied the drug stores of all Calomine!!!
Because of that day, I lost my good name....
But I did earn a badge, in the new hall of shame
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Lord I have asked you for healing,
it's now left up to you.
Please speak to my heart if there's,
something we can do.
A virus has hung over our home seven days.
It hasn't eased up yet, please make it go away.
We've tried mist treatment and other medicines too.
Lord we have thought and done all that we know to do.
I just don't have a clue of what else we should try.
It's left up to you now whether we get better or die.
It's the times like this when whether woman or man.
Learn we are all powerless and our fate's in your hand.
In this life or the next it will be as you say.
You determine when we go and then where we stay.
Lord please forgive us if this illness is due to our sin.
I ask in Jesus name if you'll allow healing to begin.
You are "Alpha and Omega!" all is under your control.
Please have mercy and deliver us from this terrible cold.
In Jeremiah 29:11 you said for all you have have a plan.
I choose not to worry and on your word I will stand.
I'll be anxious for nothing as your word say's to do.
And wait for your next step be it according to you.
Once more my request is please let healing come.
Yet, not at my will but yours Father be done.
In Philippians 1:21 Paul made one thing very clear.
To die is gain so true living is not here.
That tells me death's a blessing, most don't have a clue.
It ends all our suffering here and all things are made new.
Lord I give thanks and praise to you at this time.
Leave our fate in your hands, knowing all will be just fine.
I am burning in the sweltering heat
And it is just over a hundred degree
The sun is burning in my head
And a terrible pain is writhing in my neck
And water is springing up in my face
But I am holding on to my grace
I was wondering how to ease this discomfort
When all that I could see was a valley of trees
Standing up in front of me and flies crusading in the ceiling
And cobwebs stretching about
Oh how it makes my spirit wants to shout
Hope suddenly rose out of the ground
And saturate my flesh and I breath
A sigh of relief and my spirit emerge from the deep
But my spirit began to weep and the tension rolled away
And took all the bad feelings away
And suddenly a streak of light filled the sky
And Just as I thought of it the rain clouds burst open
And fill my soul and cool down the temperature
On the ground, nature is always standing by
To rescue me from the heat and fill me up with words
To climb the ladder of hope.