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She came from the mountains.
Horny were her hands
and strong was her back.
In the deep lush valleys
she made peace with the black bears
and the moths.
Her cabin was of white pine
and at night after much wine
it flew back to the mountaintops.
Can a grown woman ever stop being a little girl?
Seems that after a bottle she wept like one,
seems like she got up from her wicker chair
and danced like one.
The moths circled her and the bears
growled along
to the songs of the high winds.
Did she grow old or young?
Travelers tell of a maiden
with golden eyes and graceful form
one who roamed the backwoods
and could be seen
after a jug of Tennessee whisky
fell from their lips.
Like all such tales
truth walks away smiling
into the sweet graves of heaven
where all myths live on.
In a velvet night where shadows dance upon the starry sky like lost phantoms on high,
I ventured forth to touch a star, that cosmic beacon seeming to sing a waltz of light in dreams,
Where thoughts entwine like threads unseen of hopes and wishes, building bridges to the infinite,
With heart beating like a drum in the endless, hidden rhythm of time's unyielding march.
I reached for that fragment of eternity, believing the touch of a star would ignite the spirit,
With sparks of pure happiness, burning in white and blue, like cosmic fireworks, secret and bright,
But when I arrived on that celestial body, where I hoped to find a realm of fantasy and living light,
I discovered a silent landscape, a heavy silence of void and stardust, where the blue of the sky was gone.
The dreamed star shone only with pale echoes, lights borrowed from a distant, unreachable sun,
There, among those foreign silences, illusions unravel like a thin veil of clouds, revealing truth,
Whispering softly that the light I sought was merely a reflection, a hollow promise of what could be,
As fragile as dreams on Earth, those visions evaporating like morning dew under the sun's embrace.
Often we yearn to embrace unseen treasures, to find happiness in unknown and cold places,
Fleeing from what we have, like travelers lost in life's labyrinth, seeking to fill voids within,
Yet chasing mirages, we overlook those tiny glimmers of beauty that surround us every day,
Those raindrops that dance in morning light, those moments of quiet singing within the soul.
Perhaps in seeking stars, we lose ourselves, forgetting that happiness isn't at the journey's end,
But in ephemeral moments we live each day, in those simple, sincere touches that warm the heart,
And maybe sometimes, when we return from our imaginary journey, we realize that time has passed,
Leaving only an echo of unfulfilled dreams and a longing for the present moment we once ignored.
But in that quiet of journey's end, remains hope that it's not too late to see the beauty where we are,
To find peace in the bright present of the smallest and simplest things that life gently offers us.
Feathered dinosaurs evolved into
the magnificent birds of today.
And flaunting fine flamboyant plumage
brought color to earth’s eco systems.
Playing lyrical notes with the wind
birds serenade us with cheerful songs.
And much like prima ballerinas
they dance, like sparkling living jewels.
As flapping wings rise into the air
defying gravity they ascend!
And with amassing agility
execute the subtleties of flight.
Harbingers of both good and evil
they enrich our fables and tales.
And as unparalleled travelers
they've circumnavigated the globe.
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July 17, 2018
Tropical breezes waft across a sea of empyrean bliss as
a lost ship, the The Golden Dragon,
cast it’s indigo shadow upon turquoise waters.
Parrots preening one another,
were the welcoming party for weary travelers.
whispering leaves on trees twisted with the winds of ages,
graced the morning light upon the shore.
Down Anchor and a shoreward visit to
this seraphic isle, gave them a chance
to enjoy an idyllic splendor, they’d never before seen;
Fruit and nuts were gathered and some small animals for sustenance and a much-need good night’s sleep allowed them time to reflect, reconnect with one another and re-chart their course.
The preening pair watched
as the ship weighted anchor, turned starboard,
and vanished into thin air.
Two weary travelers whose hopes were dim –
A stranger there inquires of their sadness.
Though he alone could turn their gloom to gladness,
The two were kept from recognizing him.
He asks them, “Friends, what is it you discuss?”
The two are startled at the stranger’s word
“Are you the only one who has not heard?”
Cleopas says, “We speak of Christ Jesus.”
The stranger then starts speaking of the Son,
Explaining Scriptures pointing to the Christ -
How he must suffer and be sacrificed,
How prophets had foretold the things he’d done:
How he would come to us by virgin birth
That he was to be crucified by men
That after dying he would rise again
And be the future King of the whole earth.
The guest becomes the host and breaks the bread
And instantly their eyes were opened wide
They hurried to proclaim that He who died,
The Lord himself, was risen from the dead!
Could lovelier at all heaven truly be?
My verdant oasis, magical Berkshires?
My artistic sense of awe enhanced by thee
Reverence of this holy place, oak of tree
My heart burns with unknown fires
Your pacifying qualities unparalleled you see.
Respite given to travelers, and ones who flee.
Memories of this beautiful scene, hopefulness inspires,
My artistic sense of awe enhanced by thee
A wonderful meditative state, to fully understand her glee.
This meadow and woodsy landscape often requires
Could lovelier at all heaven truly be?
Let us take our respite her, my love, painted gloriously,
God’s painted woods, meadows of the Berkshires
My artistic sense of awe enhanced by thee
time travel’n peace —
ought we find rather death,
war — tread on me.
funny the face, the companionship
of outer space, the innocence
of the sun and sky.
she still provides
the radiance of warmth;
him the blue or gray stormy eyes.
down ‘low discovery of weeds,
white and yellow petals, bitter tea.
commoners in chicory-chattering.
synchronous chattels, green and tarnished.
wile away withering hours, wemberlies
wheedle into every corner.
down to brass tacks, blowup buses
when school’s back in session
bananas in lunch pail...we’re all going
4/2/2020
wemberlies - worried
brass tacks - essentials
In my youth
I shot straight up like a hot bullet from the soil
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A fire lilly otherwise classified by its latin name: Lilium bulbiferum
My volcanic petals spewed tears of my dismay
Vulnerable to the winds of change, that the future brings
I was prone to hiding in the shadows
Limp, and weakened
My leafy hearts were trampled upon by erratic travelers, whose unpredictable destructive paths met mine
Then the winter came………..
It was here in fetal position in hibernation mode I stayed
It is always the hardest to create a positive personal change
I escaped from my quick sand sorrow prison of self pity
Like a mud puddle soaked retriever
Valiantly shaking off the muck of my self doubts
Free
Reborn
Hybrid of hope
Brighter than a glow worm
Specimen unknown
Undefinable soul
a Lily that is whole
Neon rainbow
My leafy hearts open to consuming the light
Blooming petals full of insight
Aromatic perfumes to soothe the soul
I am this, and
The lily that weathers through the storm
THIS .......... IS....................
JUST ANOTHER STORY OF metamorphosis
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of a regular human mr/ms/mrs anybody
Art works of Sovereign omnipotence are the stars*
Beauty to behold…midst darkness-gloom
Creation-masterpieces crafted by the supreme Designer
Delights of the eyes for all seasons defying deceits’ obscurity…
Extolling the awesome grandeur of Deity’s highness!
Firmament wonders they are challenging astronomers’ acumen
Galaxy ornaments mystifying astrologers and constellation gazers
Heaven’s jewels enriching astronauts’ intellectual treasures
Influence-compass guiding travelers toward journey’s triumph…
Justifying space scientists’ quest beyond earth-exploration!
Kindlers of reality-awakenings they are for children
Lights toward truth-searching in their growing-up years
Marvels with wisdom-beam midst their magic and mystery queries
Night-sparkles that promise wealth … “like diamonds in the sky”…
Opening to them opportunities to dream and soar to the top!
Potential poetry and song inspiration-sources can they be
Quiet, yet bright witnesses of victims’ cry for peace and justice
Radiant gems expressing hope to aspiring champions
Steadfast signs with assurance-gleam against skeptics’ doubts…
Testifying about mankind’s fascination for the celestial!
Up above, there they shine … reflecting God’s glory
Victory they assert for the faith-driven to progress-ascent
Watchfulness they show along divine vision-guidance
‘Xcellence marks their illumining expertise in and out of season
Yes, they are in Scriptures declared as “stars for ever and ever”…
Zealously zooming on the eternal light’s Origin and Power!
*Genesis 1:16 And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also.
June 13, 2018
Edited on June 18, 2022
Honorable Mention, "2022 Poetry Marathon Qualifiers' FINAL Placement" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Mark Toney; Judged on 3/4/2023.
9th place, "2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 3" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney; judged on 6/20/2022.
Universes of time, aged stars;
Silent and bright, how they swirl.
Each one lights its own corner of the heavens;
each stands as one body;
serving the universe, alone.
They all reach great heights.
There are no fears here of heights;
no phobias among these stars;
despite them having to stand alone.
Round and round they swirl;
each centrifugal body,
swirling in the heavens.
When people look at the heavens;
they look to great heights;
and peruse those wondrous bodies.
They stare and dream, beneath the stars;
watching them blink and swirl;
each doing their job together, yet alone.
The state of being alone,
up there, in the heavens;
in a constant state of, swirling;
can steer them to those, limitless heights.
Like people, they are travelers, those stars;
little gypsy’s in cosmic light bodies.
With no limbs to impede their bodies;
they travel to other universes, alone.
Each life has its own journey, even a star;
as it travels through the heavens;
it achieves, greater and greater heights;
never looking back, as it swirls.
Like stars, the human mind, with dreams…swirls;
within the mortal body;
Until it too, achieves great heights;
and doing this, very much alone.
Man dreams of rising to heaven;
just like the gypsy stars.
In the end, like dwarfed stars; the human mind will cease its swirl.
In the heights of heaven, there is no mortal body.
No soul is alone, yet without any spin, it achieves those new heights.