Long Veil Poems
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Echoes of the Heart”
Within a man’s heart, myriad plans unfold, While in a woman’s, greatness seeks to hold. The world, like seas, stretches wide and vast, And water’s weight varies with hands’ size cast.
When love blooms deeper than mere mortal ties, A woman’s heart remains forever pure, skies Of divinity glimpsed by the pure in heart, Blessed souls who seek God in every part.
Yet love, a tempest, leads us astray, Toward unattainable shores, where we sway. Filtered photos veil longing smiles and grace, As poets weave emotion into every trace.
Misunderstood tones echo through our verse, A symphony of feelings, for better or worse. Trust wavers—can we surrender once more? Falling, yet fearing we’ll never rise ashore.
So, guard your heart, my friend, with care, For love’s slippery slopes await us there. ??
From beneath a veil,
A shroud itself hidden,
Anonymity It's masquerade.
Tired secrets languish,
Benighted by nature,
Emerald, to pale green and white, from jade.
A sough in the head,
Of their tepid maker,
Whispers nothing, wholly unaware.
Crafty camouflage,
For the crafter of secrets,
Who never knew they were there.
The irony aroma,
Stagnant blood without pressure,
Metallic, unmoved, unaffected.
Averse to sense,
Illusory marionette's,
Clear strings, turbid skeins undetected.
And the irony lies,
With an off thirst disguised,
By the growing pines of set minds thought unique.
And as trite as the urges,
Desperate purges,
Like mewls of the sheep seeking shade from critique.
Mom and Dad passed on and crossed that mysterious veil.
The old farmstead and all they owned are now up for bid and sale.
Time to auction things accumulated o'er the years by Mom and Dad.
'Tis truly a most dreaded day leaving us very pensive and sad.
Folks came from near and far for this very special event.
The auctioneer starts his spiel in a lilting, sing-song chant.
Men in overalls, their women in bonnets and colorful calico;
Shrewd country-folk bidding for the least amount of dough.
First up for bid is Mom's china, her treasured joy and pride,
Her very special wedding gift when a young and blushing bride.
Multi-patterned quilts made long ago with fingers then so nimble,
Each stitch a token of love, deftly crafted with needle and thimble.
Next on the block are Dad's John Deere tractor and all his tools,
Poland China hogs, Jersey cows and a pair of cantankerous mules.
Dad took pride in his herds and tools and they really looked good.
He was a well-respected farmer in this his life-time neighborhood.
The final bid is offered for the farmstead with its rich, loamy soil,
Where for decades our parents nurtured us with love and honest toil.
So many things paraded before us today from the early dawn;
Each a treasured memory taken by final bid, now forever gone.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Dear Daughter,
Sit inside still waters and receive the baptism of your saving grace.
I know you carried the torch of my love like an olympic runner but
now you must be quiet and rest. I am the Sacred Heart alive in you.
Be still and know that I am water, raindrops of your Holy Blessings.
Don't be like doubting Thomas. I know you don't need to see my
wounds to know that I love you. Those were loving wounds,
meant to save an entire human race. Yes, even you.
Dear Father
I lose all notion of the world as I know it, when I sit here with you.
The walls of this church fall away and I soar like a silent eagle towards
you. My feet hardly touch the ground, and even the statues around me
don't make a sound. Sky and water that is what I'll be when I arrive at
your shore. I will be your sea shell, gather me and hold me to your tunic,
help me be more like you, loving, caring and beautiful.
SUNSHINE SONNET
Night lifts dark veil to raised roof of the sky
Dawn drizzles golden streaks on horizon
Paints mute meadow where dreaming dew drops lie
Dance of hues starts under the shine of sun.
Shadow of cloud melts on my fluid face
In your heart you feel my sunburst love flow
Rhythm of colors ripples you with grace
Like a wet leaf touched by twilight you glow.
After moon sinks splashing blue dust on me
Onto the dream soaked smoky sky I’ll rise
Float like cloud flushed by first sunray you’ll see
I'll embrace you with halo of sunrise.
At the end of walk through day bright and new
I’ll write a sunshine sonnet just for you.
March 7, 2018.
It is spring.
White is blooming abundantly
on the ornamental pear tree which she stands nearby.
Her beau kneels to slip a diamond on her finger.
Above them, wisps of clouds decorate
the radiant April sky of this perfect day.
It is summer.
White is elegantly trailing
a June bride whose swan neck is adorned with pearls.
Doves are flying, and beneath her beautiful veil
her smiling mouth reveals teeth that sparkle
and are as white as her rose bouquet
It is fall.
White is softly glowing -
illuminating a cottage with ivory azaleas.
Luna, in her fullness, peeks down
through the leafy limbs of aspens
onto the couple’s new white picket fence.
It is winter.
White is magically falling
glistening all around them.
Beneath December’s setting sun they trudge.
Laughing, they fall backward in the snow.
Angels they are making as they glow.
As you waved hand on that day and said goodbye
glum dusk crashed heart. A feign of goodbye
I uttered as I watched your back
till the crepuscular veil swallowed you.
A bit of stream dripped from my eyes
evoked the memories of our deeds;
some things we have done hand in hand.
Your pleasant words you often offered
and when you smiled,
your plain white teeth I often stared at.
My dearest child-hood friend
It seems like you have not gone far
it has been twenty years past
Along my way back home I teetered because
my mind was choked with countless thoughts
Although twenty children never play for twenty years.
I woke twice when I saw you in dream
at nigh, I wonder if you have returned home
However, those days had elapsed and my gratitude
to HE for with misty grinning eyes we faced
each other enchanting words
while some had crossed the fence
Glory----glory
And glory
They met beside the water’s edge
Drawn by the sound of lapping waves
Beneath the gaze of the full moon
Attraction blossomed into love.
But jealous fate split them apart
When out at sea a raging storm
Capsized his boat; no one survived.
But love like theirs could never die…
Twelve times a year she calls his name
Beside the sea where they first met
His words are borne upon a breeze
Her hair caressed; his presence felt…
This time her heart cannot endure
The absence of his form, his touch
She prays to God to bring him back
The veil between them falls away
Once more he pulls her in to him
As fingers trace her tear stained face
His lips claim hers in ardent kiss
She thanks her God for this sweet gift
His breath, his scent, what joy is this?
But when she opens up her eyes
She is alone on windswept beach
Beneath the gaze of the full moon
A Callman Collaboration
Paul Callus and Eileen Ghali
As she began to draw the face
I became inspired by this young child's grace
Using several different and varying shades
Until the very first color completely fades
And then with such a piercing detail
Pulling back her hair with a beautiful blue veil
Now bowing the woman's eyes down
As she then makes a simple stable in shades of brown
Going back, she finishes the first part
Having her cradle a baby close to Her Heart
Yet this baby I sense is unique
As atop she writes words that only an angel could speak
She wrote "Glory be to the new born King"
Then she drew an Angel as these words He would sing
Being so tiny and fragile, only in the third grade
This little girl was certainly not afraid
Be not afraid!
Dedicated to the girls of Chibok
"Bring back our girls"
There is peace inside the Devil;
A curse that I can live with divine,
it calms at a primordial level;
Abstract art displayed on a mantel
slowly the images redefine,
there is peace inside the Devil;
An intricately woven delicate spell
combustion and frost combine,
it calms at a primordial level;
Cleansing the Damned as it lifts a veil
wild heart and polished ideas align,
there is peace inside the Devil;
Saving the core of the darkest vessel
prosperous thought among tangled lines,
it calms at a primordial level;
Paradise within the flames of Hell
chaos fades floating on cloud nine;
There is peace inside the Devil,
it calms at a primordial level.