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I explore thee in the glorious sunrise over the lake,
I search thee in the joyous flight of birds,
I wish the bright sun rays would fill my heart with cheers,
I hope the spirit of freedom will uplift my emotions,
Yet I feel an emptiness in me overshadowing your existence.
I chase thee in the drifting clouds,
I pursue thee in the green mountain valleys,
I wish you would fill my instincts with the cloudlike divine ecstasy,
I hope you would paint my mind with the valley's eternal gaiety,
Yet I can't discover you in the wonders of nature.
I gaze thee amidst twinkling stars in starry nights,
I probe thee in the moon light over the dark shadows,
I wish you would comfort me from my agony and distress,
I hope you would give me strength to overcome my fears,
Yet I mysteriously elude you from my feelings and emotions.
I seek thee in the deep blue eyes of my love,
I quest thee in the money and riches,
I wish your love would last forever in me,
I hope money and wealth would bring some glitter in me,
Yet I am disheartened as I can't find you in materialistic pleasures.
I know you are waiting for me somewhere,
I would love you with deep passion,
I wish my pain and sorrow would be replaced with joy with your touch,
I hope my dreams and hopes would come alive with your presence,
Yet only if I could just find you somewhere.
Christmas is a-coming
With all it's joys and toys
No matter our age
We never lose that little child excitement
Every Christmas morning, our hearts start pumping
Anxious to know what the jolly old man
Has left for us under the tree
The smell of pine, the glitter of the tinsel
The multitude of colourful twinkling lights
Happiness reigns supreme
I wonder if Santa heard me ask for my special gift?
Will Mom, Dad and my sister like what I bought them?
At no other time of the year are families so close
If only we could bottle up the love and enthusiasm
And let it out when we need it through the year
That jolly old man is watching with a big grin on his face
To see how much happiness he has bestowed on us
And hopes it will last till next time he rides into town
Ahh! Christmas, there's no other time like it
Christmas is a-coming
With all it's joys and toys
Happy, happy, happy! Merry Christmas to all!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Winter is a seasonal beauty; with her sparkling twinkling snow
Her frosting turns the landscape into a communal wedding cake.
She instigates thoughts in me I have not had since last winter.
I am inclined to make hot chili with jalapeno peppers.
Something hot to warm me inside while I marvel at the outside.
Fairies enter my mind as I stare into the all-encompassing whiteness.
I want to settle down with a good book and snuggle into my blankets.
But I like my job so another state of mind pushes this one out.
I locate my mittens, boots, scarf, fluffy coat and a face mask.
a face mask helps me avoid pneumonia in winter.
I slather myself with heavy coverings, so I can scrape my car.
the wipers are frozen tightly to the windshield
Watch out for black ice, a warning from the radio station.
As I maneuver my car out of my driveway I stare at winter.
Her beauty is disarming, but I understand her chameleon treachery.
I will be gritting my teeth until I arrive at my destination.
*
I
am
Christmas
in a fir tree,
I was born wild,
in a boreal forest.
And I never imagined,
that I would end up lit up,
my branches holding decorations.
I was about strength and about courage,
a river flowed past me since I was a young.
Now, I am tranquility and serenity in my death,
a symbol of Christmas, twinkling in the living room.
My branches like a quiet violin crying, you can hear them falling
I gave
to life
all the
soul I
had in me, all these years, trembling in the wind, the sun, the rain
and snow. My reward for being majestic is my death ... how cruel!
I rested under the snow and placed on a cloak of pure white beauty,
then ... in the Spring my roots felt the black earth and I dug deeper.
"Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering" (Nicole Krauss)...
and so went ventured forth to do so,
stringing the answers together like a song,
and all of them were right, but all of them were wrong:
a bell, a wind-chime in a soft-summer breeze
sparkling wine, a coquettish tease
rainbow ends and butterfly wings
eternal blossoms and early Springs
a mirthful cornucopia of fruit
ribbons and bows, adorable, and cute
an inducement to bravely speak
a dance, grown closer, cheek to cheek
a siren song on a lonely sea disguised as a question,
but really a keya challenge or a call to action
a promise of elusive satisfaction
an opportunity to grow,
the seeds of love at last to sow
a flash of lightning and a thunderbolt
followed by backflips and a somersaults
a two-way mirror of himself
a kaleidoscopic image of a misfit elf
an invitation to the blues
a year and a half in Tom Waits shoes
a sojourn of unending length
a demonstration of enduring strength
inspired confidence that what is right
will part dark clouds when no hope's in sight
a reminder of an earlier day
a twinkling star, a moon's silver ray.
a lifelong quest, a sacred duty
a mysterious, arresting beauty.
In the end, he kissed her memory goodbye
as his immortal spirit floated in the sky.
He pondered, when he got to Heaven's door,
a question he had no answer for.
I went searching for-
that little child who cuddled in her mother's arms,
those tender feet that jumped in rain,
that little heart which melted for a kiss,
those twinkling eyes that gleamed in the moonlight.
I enquired the oak tree about-
one little nose that smelt the early morning jasmines,
an enthusiastic voice that sang the stories of the sky,
those tender fingers that brilliantly belted out the piano,
that curly hair which locked the light of life securely in it.
I kept on searching for those red ribbons, that blue tunic and those black shoes which accompanied the girl to her school
I walked all the way right from her study table to her office desk following her footprints to get some detail of her
I ran amidst the woods where she breathed the pure early morning air
I checked the cabins of the city metro that seated her comfortably when she choked for breath.
Her spectacles had no answer to any of my questions regarding her whereabouts
Her golden ring lied lifeless on the table having lost its royal glory
Her favorite shoes are still waiting for the mountain trekking event.
Her black bike had no answer when I asked why it's engine is never ignited.
Her friends still kept her number in their contact list pointlessly waiting for a text message from her.
Her boyfriend silently walked into his office cabin and seriously worked on his assignments - he'ld probably never smile again
Her mother sat on the dining table with two plates in front of her-she'ld probably never realise that the food remains untasted forever.
San Francisco Soulmates
You discovered the ever-seeking soul in me!
Looking for truth, for all of mankind to see!
Unaccepting of all common, unquestioned beliefs.
Ignorant, educated dullards brought to me,absolutely no relief.
Late, late into the foggy evening’s very last twinkling, summer star,
Plato and Aristotle, greedily we devoured, while riding on a cable car,
And, although you now are insensate and in an impenetrable grave,
See my soul, my sweet, for truth, it rants and in my poetry, madly raves.
Tribute to my Late Husband
With Deepest Gratitude
11/4/2022
Inspiration:” When You Are Old”
Author: W.B. YEATS
I want an old Christmas,
The same as years ago;
Carolers singing, church bells ringing,
Children playing in the snow
I want a horse and carriage,
To lead me through the cold;
I'd bring home the biggest tree,
Just like the days of old
Long before technology,
Life was simple and plain;
The true meaning of Christmas,
A season for hope to claim
Before the twinkling lights,
Candles flickered with grace;
Families gathered together,
Sharing spirits by a fireplace
The fresh scent of pine,
Wooden ornaments cast their spell;
Tiny hearts embraced in awe,
For another Christmas tale!
Folks throughout the community,
Assembled as one in prayer;
The old spirit of Christmas,
Casts its elegant flair
Garland adorns each nook,
Snow mocks a silent mime;
Mistletoe and scented wreaths,
The magic of Christmastime!
No fancy gifts or presents,
Beneath the Christmas tree;
Hands clasped in harmony,
Hearts as one with unity
The aroma of a turkey,
Welcomed neighbors passing by;
Children prowled the kitchen,
For a sliver of grandma's pie!
Bring back the days of Christmas,
When Christ was the celebration;
God gave His greatest gift of all,
Peace on earth to every nation!
The visit to Monique the Medium on Christmas Day
(A channelled voice whispers)
Every clock in here
These old faded white wooden ones
Hanging on so many burnt out trees
That litter the pathway
As they tick
Remind me of you
Every single second
In every single minute
Carries luminescent memories
Of all the wild but lovely things
We used to do
As they suddenly manifest
Like a magician's trick
Right out of the blue
And if my broken heart could beat
Could scream to the high heavens
It would carry drum beats of such irreversible revelations
So true
I would die once more
In palpable bliss
If I could write a parable
It would only be
I yearned once for a touch of your silky skin
And a taste of your red lipstick
But got distracted
By the sweet voices
In this darkness
That strives
All good things to
Underpin
And now
In here
The Great In-Between
My parable
If deciphered by an illuminated one, would read
If love is offered
Freely and
Willing
Clasp it
Hold it and treasure it
And it's why now these sparkling twinkling lights
Dancing before me
Reflections of you
Shine so brightly in this ever-hot dust
From dawn to dusk
Showcasing your beautiful image
To the empty husks
Of the Ascended Ones
Night and day
That litter the roads and pathways
Some in here call
The Lord's Way
Come what may
So while the Baylore energies
Magnify my thoughts into these words
Through Monique
Like a soft fingertip across your warm spine
I'll see you soon
Skyclad in blue
In your deepest of dreams
Wide-eyed
Mighty and free
Where we'll be reunited once more
But not like Orpheus and Eurydice
To be snatched away by a lack of trus
But forever
And that's why
My love
I still see your reflection
In these embers
In this everlasting dust
In every single second
And minutes
As these tired old wooden faded white clocks tic
From dawn to dusk
as I walk pasy
The Ascended Ones
Husks
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Image shared under fair usage policy
Rainbows paint a picture
On a showery summers day.
The wind is just a whisper
To blow your cares away.
The rain are heavens tear drops
Which make all things grow.
Our moon is an orchestra
That make the oceans ebb and flow.
The sun gods great creation
That gives everything its life.
The stars are heavens angels
Twinkling through the night.
The aurora borealis
Those northern lights for all to see.
Are the greatest show on earth
Our lord puts on for free.
The wonders of the universe
All creatures great and small.
Were made by god with love
To amaze us one and all.
John Read.