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I look around me walking down the street
on warm May days, and flowers I can see.
So many lovelies – for my eyes a treat.
But they are not all in my memory
engrained, so how they look I can’t define
as well as flowers that I see each year -
like those that bloom right now, which are divine.
They are my roses, and for me so dear.
My teacup roses have a dark pink hue
while almost all my other roses are
dark red, but towering in plainest view
is one that has just bloomed – my super star -
the “Blue” whose color violet is rare.
I love to stand in front of her and stare!
May 20, 2021
For Brian Strand's All Yours (Jun 10) Poetry Contest
I’m so in love with my Love.
That I’m full of emotions that fill my eyes to towering waterfall cascading down from the eyes I look through, to see my Love
The spiritual experience laid down my steps to heal
Within my mind, lay the demon from where all fear comes from
But in my heart, there is a light that shines for my Love
The one who holds me close and makes me feel alive
The one who guides me through the dark and helps me to survive
I’m so in love with my Love.
That I’m full of gratitude that fills my soul
To overflowing river flowing out from the mouth I speak with, to praise my Love
The divine connection lifted up my spirit to soar
Beyond my mind, there is a peace that comes from my Love
Society is but a volatile brew of a lucky few, and plenty of:
Philosophers without portfolio,
Scholars without power,
Able men in a crippled world,
Visionaries weary of worry,
Artists bereft of brushes,
Patient men ensnared by a rush,
Actors craving for a costume,
Pioneers ruined by pedantic loons,
And simple men seeking the delight
Of a quiet easeful life!
Society is people reveling in reverie,
All full of dreams that seldom take wing!
But there are also those of towering talent who keep themselves hidden.
Hiding their lofty ambitions, their high aspirations, biding their time.
But not for long. For when the winds of fortune finally
shift, their stagnant ships shall seize the Seven Seas!
All rights released into Public Domain
Traveling through the doorway in my heart
I emerge
Gently closing it
I place my palms on the worn hinges of time
I lay my ear near its surface
As I let my lips hover close
Grazing the wood with a gentle kiss
I turn and walk down a few steps
The mist ~ the moisture ~ the fragrance
Of a million greens
Grass so tall and lush
Beckoning me
The ancient pines and redwoods
Towering above me on both sides
Whispering their secrets
I make my way
Stopping to press my nose
Against their soft bark...inhaling
Tickling my face
Bringing me back...back in time
I breathe in love
I breathe out gratitude
Opening my eyes, I see you in the distance
As shadow puppets dance and frolic
Upon rugged steep rock walls
The inner cave glows
The smell of mesquite
Rising sparks of pain and happiness
Leap from the flames
Your quiet silhouette calls to me
“Come little one...come”
I crouch down timidly at first
It is dark and I feel alone
In my nakedness
I slither along smooth stones
My belly brushing their surface
I make my way close to you
The fire alive with its dancing shadows
Sitting in silence
I gently embrace your blanketed form
You are me as an old woman
You are my lover
You are my friend
You are all of humanity
I kiss your weathered cheek
Tasting salty tears
Embracing you allows me to let go
To fully surrender to the moment
Hoo-hoo-hooooo
Crackle
Owls above
The sky illuminated through
The exposed top of the cave
Surrounded by whisps of fables and folklore
We rotate and spin
Slowly rising upward
Higher and higher
As ashes in the night
Reaching the lip of the cave
We are greeted by moonlight
Cold crisp air
A burst of light
As I spread feathered wings
Gliding towards treetops
My heart opens
My eyes open
I am here
To laugh ~ to cry
To give ~ to receive
To rejoice
To break bread with others
To love
Another day
To a Louse
by Robert Burns
translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Hey! Where're you going, you crawling hair-fly?
Your impudence protects you, barely;
I can only say that you swagger rarely
Over gauze and lace.
Though faith! I fear you dine but sparely
In such a place.
You ugly, creeping, blasted wonder,
Detested, shunned by both saint and sinner,
How dare you set your feet upon her—
So fine a lady!
Go somewhere else to seek your dinner
On some poor body.
Off! around some beggar's temple shamble:
There you may creep, and sprawl, and scramble,
With other kindred, jumping cattle,
In shoals and nations;
Where horn nor bone never dare unsettle
Your thick plantations.
Now hold you there! You're out of sight,
Below the folderols, snug and tight;
No, faith just yet! You'll not be right,
Till you've got on it:
The very topmost, towering height
Of miss's bonnet.
My word! right bold you root, contrary,
As plump and gray as any gooseberry.
Oh, for some rank, mercurial resin,
Or dread red poison;
I'd give you such a hearty dose, flea,
It'd dress your noggin!
I wouldn't be surprised to spy
You on some housewife's flannel tie:
Or maybe on some ragged boy's
Pale undervest;
But Miss's finest bonnet! Fie!
How dare you jest?
Oh Jenny, do not toss your head,
And lash your lovely braids abroad!
You hardly know what cursed speed
The creature's making!
Those winks and finger-ends, I dread,
Are notice-taking!
O would some Power with vision teach us
To see ourselves as others see us!
It would from many a blunder free us,
And foolish notions:
What airs in dress and carriage would leave us,
And even devotion!
One Sunday while sitting behind a young lady in church, Robert Burns noticed a louse roaming through the bows and ribbons of her bonnet. The poem "To a Louse" resulted from his observations. The poor woman had no idea that she would be the subject of one of Burns' best poems about how we see ourselves, compared to how other people see us at our worst moments. Keywords/Tags: Robert Burns, louse, church, bonnet, lace, lady, insect, insects, animal, clothes, clothing, hair, body, society, funny, Scotland, Scots, dialect, translation
I am sitting here alone,
I look around and I see:
The couches you wanted to be here,
Brown leather, brownish auburn leather,
Couches made of a football dream,
Shattered, or a football dream
Imagined;
I see a misplaced shelf,
Once towering over my desk and a dream of togetherness.
I look some more and I see the bar stools by the kitchen counter,
Empty;
No children to sit in them, a family dismissed.
I see a light oak kitchen table placed by the
Dark cherry hutch.
Once a set,
Now two individual pieces that quietly state,
Their will to not belong.
I listen to the sounds and I hear:
I can hear my heart beating as it always has.
I listen closer and I can hear the baby breathing.
The breath of new life, hopeful and unaware,
An existence allowed by chance.
I breathe in the air of this small apartment
And I smell:
I smell the candles burning;
Please keep burning as you might be able to burn
The cells that cause me to remember.
I smell sadness,
I smell an unkempt apartment and an unkempt union.
I close my eyes and I try to feel and sense:
I sense your presence still lingering here.
I dial your number, the number meant to be my answer,
…no answer.
My call has been transferred to an automated voice mail system,
My call has been transferred to the dismissal of emotions.
I sit still and listen some more:
I listen to the me that is left, telling me to stop holding on.
Please let go of your embrace.
I will go taking the best of you with me as
You accidentally gave yourself a chance to start over.
I will replace your sweet lies with the loyal truth.
I will never seek happiness in a glass or in a white line.
I will never seek happiness amongst people that live
as drums beating to the sound of emptiness.
I will walk sober, and will embrace
Life and death intoxicated only by images of happiness
That will be earned.
We walk different paths for a reason. I can’t follow you because
I will elude myself along the path that you have chosen.
I refuse to be a ghost before my time has come;
Your freedom to not be will be my freedom to become.
Like a living statue, the age-old tree
stoically stood there—anchored
and silently growing in majestic being.
At the tree trunk’s ground level, stood
a tiny squirrel—the happiest
of its anchored tenants—manipulating
its prized find with animal dexterity
mimicking that of a seasoned magician.
Suddenly, like an elevator running
straight-up to the top floor,
she swiftly shot up the towering trunk
to the toned leafy hair-like tree top;
There she silently sat herself
within the chameleon-like
camouflage foliage of survival.
After a moment of rested assurance,
the tiny squirrel just as quickly
descended the seeming smooth-barked
trunk where she sat—quietly gazing.
Suddenly aware of the liberating
experience between we three, I became
one with nature and her liberating message
to us all—whose ancestors had given all
that we might mutually survive
in that moment of deep consciousness,
I remembered the trying times when we
would cut down trees for sheltered comfort
and kill small squirrels to fill empty stomachs
while some of us filled empty nooses of trees.
Let us not forget how far we have come
and how far we have yet to plow onward
to get where we must and ought to be.
We too must be squirrely wise as we grow;
scurrying up the triumphant tree of liberty.
November 6 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Corinthians 5-6
Key Verse – 1Corinthians 5:4 In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, when ye are gathered together, and my spirit, with the power of our Lord Jesus Christ.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY POWER FOR SPIRITUAL PURSUITS
Lord God, You are my Power for spiritual pursuits midst evil report
Thank You for being great that anchors me by Your support…
Oh, I mourn for my puffed up attitude and arrogant retort
While begging for Your pardon of sanctifying comfort.
Lord God, You are my Power for spiritual pursuits midst fleshly destruction
Thank You for being steadfast in Your truth against malice-perdition…
Oh, I feel ashamed of my self-glorying ambition
While submitting to Your purging and purification.
Lord God, You are my Power for spiritual pursuits midst selfish covetousness
Thank You for being holy that shields me from filthiness…
Oh, I cry due to my failure caused by carnality’s weakness
While casting unto Your care my towering haughtiness.
Lord God, You are my Power for spiritual pursuits midst law breaking
Thank You for being wise in leading me toward holy walking…
Oh, I lament over my backsliding and worldliness-trekking
While following Your steps in heavenly kingdom-seeking.
Lord God, You are my Power for spiritual pursuits midst deceitful heart
Thank You for being righteous that keeps me inside Your safe rampart…
Oh, I grieve for my iniquities of wrong doings’ dart
While accepting Your correction so in Your will I won’t depart.
Lord God, You are my Power for spiritual pursuits midst sinful game
Thank You for being merciful in protecting me of my fragile frame…
Oh, I admit my compromises that stain Your name
While praying for Your revival of service-flame.
Lord God, You are my Power for spiritual pursuits midst lurking misery
Thank You for being triumphant that insures my divine victory…
Oh, I strive to share Your salvation message of Gospel story
While cleaving to Your grace, living for Your glory.
November 6, 2023
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts”. Rachel Carson
Mother Earth! In love and awe, we salute you!
Though you are just a speck in this vast universe
There is no other planet to match you in grace
Explorations to outer space have been there since long
But so far, no habitat like yours is found anywhere.
Dear Earth, we see you and call you as our Home.
You have birthed and nurtured countless generations.
You are decked in sprawling vistas, prairies and gardens.
Dressed in green, you soothe our eyes and ease our pain.
In you, there are running brooks and quiet creeks,
Snow-capped mountains with jagged peaks,
Sleeping valleys and towering hillocks,
Sunny beaches, dense woods, canyons and plains.
Wherever we gaze, whatever places we tread
We see a world of beauty and wonder with mysterious live forms
Oceans girdling you are home to numerous marine creatures
Deep in the forest’s shady realm, beasts roam and birds’ twitter
Fawns play, rabbits hop and squirrels dart up and down the trees.
If we roam through the landscape, glimmering with dew,
Listen to the brooklet's susurrus murmur,
Watch the starry eyed flowers with bees humming around,
Our ailing hearts will be soothed and stimulated.
If we contemplate on the beauty of the earth,
We will surely find great reserve of strength to last a life time.
Though Mother Earth provides everything we need
In us is a tendency to exploit and drain her,
Polluting and disrobing her, leaving her so vulnerable,
With carbon emissions and toxic chemicals,
Creating holes in her protective ozone layer.
Thoroughly deprived of clean air and crystalline waters,
She is left sterile, barren and ugly, so unlivable.
Oh, Mother Earth,
Benevolent thou art, still ever malevolent men,
We assault you and we maim and mar,
We suck the life sap – we leave you dry,
We ooze out the blood and cast you dead.
Oh! Pardon us!! ‘Spare your rod’
Lash not – we fall at your feet!
The economy is falling to the ground, and the drills cannot be found;
The economy is running in the pit, and the pit is full of s**t. how did it get
to this with all the expertise and profit?
You have gone off the path and have left the people to scramble in the dark.
Negotiations are at a stand-still, and you say that you are doing “heavens will”
With all the help that you have got the economy walking around without shoes or socks
You have left the nation to fret, yet you say that you are doing your outmost best.
You have passed through the avenue of time, and your popularity has fallen off the line.
What is your next move when you have lost your only pair of shoes?
The trees are shaking in the ground, and the wilderness is spinning around
You have run out of solutions despite your heartfelt ambition
There is one thing that you can do to turn this thing around is to accept wartime defeat
And the journey will instantly complete,
And if that doesn’t work you have to continue digging up the dirt
The negotiation game is lost for you have upset the boss,
so, form an emergency negotiation team to uphold the organization’s dream
you cannot grow yourself out of it you must make solid profit.
You cannot shift from game to game; it is going to drives the people insane
You must keep the goal in mind even when you are falling off the line.
Change the direction when you stumble on the bloc but keep the goal intact to get the economy back on track. The Pandora box is opened everywhere, and the music is flying in the air. Greeting and salutation to you, keep your focus and your goals and objects will come to life and redeem the challenge and sacrifice.
Everyone is feeling the squeeze, and some people are very stingy and mean
They don’t know what to do when they are walking around without shoe
Their children cannot go to school for there is no money to buy their shoe,
unemployment is at an all-time high, and inflation is towering to the sky
this is the reality of some home while you are gallivanting on the throne
you have got to get it right before for the universe is full of life.
Greeting and salutation to you
I am convinced that my childhood dreams will come true
So do what you have to do!