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BEAUTIFUL BEACHES, A Letter to Daniel
By Curtis Johnson
Hi Daniel,
There once was a man living high on a mountain whose name was Harry
Mt. St. Helen was threatening to blow its top, and everyone started to worry
Harry had been there 60 years and thought he would live on to tell his story
So after being warned to evacuate, Harry refused and decided to tarry
Sadly, when the volcano blew, Harry was later found in 40 feet of ashes
It’s interesting at times, that life can be so tame, so sweet, and so calming. Because of our positive experiences, we relax and enjoy seasons so charming Like Harry, we are unconvinced of danger, and need not fear rumors and warnings
Sandy beaches on the oceanfront are beautiful and lots of fun, when all is sunny and bright. For eight years my family and I lived in San Francisco within four blocks of the Pacific. Believe me when I say that the Oceanside is a calming and charming place. We spent lots of time in the Golden Gate Park and on the beach.
One Sunday afternoon, my two small kids and I took a walk across the rocks above the ocean beach. The waves were coming in pretty far, but I thought that we were high enough. I thought wrong. We had not been on the rocks 5 minutes before the waters came splashing against the rocks that we were walking on. I held the kids and protected them from the big splash. I got pretty wet, but no harm was done, and the lesson was well received.
The sandy beaches of life will often suddenly turn into rushing waves of sea salty waters. My friend, there are times when the volcanoes of life will heat up and blow their top. When they do, we best be aware, heed the warnings, and seek higher ground.
Dan, I do not know what you may be going through presently, but I am praying for you. If for any reason you taste those salty waters of what was once a calm and sandy beach, I have every reason to believe that God is going to change things for you. If the volcanoes of your life have blown its top, I have every reason to believe that the ashes will not bury you. When the troublesome adversities of life blow against all of us, God is always both warning and leading us out to safety.
So Daniel, my friend, may we together seek higher ground. Love you. Curtis09262013
Women look at us with haunting eyes,
Quiet depths where dreams swing, scattered gems,
What do we seek, perhaps, among rays and shadows, to embrace the dawn?
On pathways hidden beneath leaves, where love is whispered in the rustle of the wind.
Women gaze at us with velvety eyes,
Deep seas where yearnings swim, shining pearls,
What do we sway for, among waves and shells, to gather treasures?
On golden sands, where love rises within sea foam.
Women regard us with mother-of-pearl eyes,
Blue skies where dreams fly, glittering stars,
What do we desire, to soar among clouds and birds, toward the sun?
On wings of wind, where love is sung in the song of a zephyr.
Women watch us with eyes of fire,
Blazing volcanoes where passions ignite, consuming flames,
What do we search for, among lava and ash, to warm our hearts?
On cliffs of fire, where love melts in the glow of a volcano.
Women stare at us with eyes of ice,
Eternal snows where desires freeze, cooling crystals,
What do we wish for, among flakes and snowfall, to cool our souls?
On floes of ice, where love freezes in the chill of winter.
Women look at us with honeyed eyes,
Green fields where feelings blossom, fragrant flowers,
What do we search for, among wheat and poppies, to sweeten our life?
On meadows of honey, where love revives in the dew of the morning.
Women behold us with eyes of clay,
Fertile lands where emotions take root, ripened fruits,
What do we wish for, among furrows and seeds, to nourish our body?
On fields of clay, where love is nourished by the sap of the earth.
Women observe us with eyes of gold,
Holy temples where mysteries are kept, hidden treasures,
What do we search for, among columns and statues, to worship the goddess?
On altars of gold, where love prays in the silence of prayer.
Women look at us with eyes of dreams,
Fantastical worlds where magic happens, astonishing wonders,
What do we long for, among fairy tales and legends, to live out our story?
In realms of dreams, where love occurs in the enchantment of a spell.
“So this is your yearly assessment
Pray tell how you feel you have done
Since we made you Head of Progressment
Shaping everything under the Sun.”
“My achievements are way beyond measure
And whilst I am not one to boast
I’ve brought people sadness and pleasure
And any that sin become toast.”
“We gave you eight different departments
And threw in an outlying one
Yet, it seems to me, that Department Three
Was where you had most of your fun.”
“Listen, Guv, ‘Fun’ doesn’t cut it
I had proper plans for that place
And frankly I did try to shut it
I did at least try to save face.”
“We know that it’s true that little Old Blue
has cast its spell often before
But we allocated the system to you
And thought you’d achieve rather more.”
“Okay, I messed up, but that’s a bit harsh
You handed me gases and dust
Then watched me drag men from a primeval marsh
Yet none of you seem very fussed.”
“It’s all quite impressive, but can’t be allowed
We have to protect our positions
These men that you speak of are now quite a crowd
And creating unpleasant conditions.”
“You seemed to like all my volcanoes,
My earthquakes and boulders from space
I’ll wipe my slate clean, but I’ve had lots of goes
And I can’t shake that darned human race.”
“Well here’s a design change on which we won’t budge
Put chopped liver between their ears
You see, Mr God, we’re not here to judge
But you can’t let them have their ideas.”
When moonbeams dance upon the placid sea;
When billowing waves seethe endlessly;
I ponder what secrets the sea might yield,
Should its ageless mysteries be revealed!
Are there unknown monsters lurking in the deep?
Might it divulge where ancient mariners sleep?
Where rest fleets of sailing ships with holds of gold?
Are there seething volcanoes, disasters waiting to unfold?
Where lie armadas sunk in conflict due to mankind's folly,
Sunk in mighty battles with cannons' fearsome volley?
Although the inscrutable sea will not confide in me,
I can still meditate upon closely held secrets of the sea!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Sometimes the truth is hard to hear
So let me make this chrystal clear
The anger shines bright in your eyes
The hatred that you keep inside
The temper that you try to hide
Worn only by a thin disguise
All the bile sipped from the cup
Will find its way to burn you up
The clock ticks down before you fall
Volcanoes lurking under breath
Erupting into certain death
Destroying love in one and all
With danger standing near the ledge
And looking for a little edge
To cut you deep just like a knife
Don't think you're not a victim too
The pain you share comes back to you
And you'll regret it all your life
When Dinosaurs Inhabited the Planet
When dinosaurs roamed the earth
(T-Rexes, Triceratopses, Stegosauruses, and Brontosauruses)
Millions of years ago during the Mesozoic Era,
The land lushed green from the oxygen-enriched environment,
And the lakes and oceans hued blue teeming with life
(Plesiosaurs and Ichthyosaurs, fishes, amphibians, and crustaceans),
While Pterosaurs (Pterodactyls and Pteranodons) commanded the skies,
And lizards, arachnids, and insects (dragonflies and cockroaches) thrived,
And tiny mammals crouched, hidden, waiting to evolve
Among flowering plant blooms and tree blossoms.
And in the far distance, volcanoes erupted
Spewing ashes, lava, and gases.
Today, reptilian fossils are on display in museums
Alongside petrified trees to tell the story
Of when dinosaurs inhabited the planet.
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Note:
The Mesozoic Era (aka the Age of Dinosaurs and the Age of Conifers) of Earth’s history began approximately 250 million years ago and lasted almost 180 million years [i.e., until around 65 million years ago in reference to the Holocene epoch (11,700 years ago to present day)]. The Mesozoic Era is divided into three periods: 1) Triassic, 2) Jurassic, and 3) Cretaceous. Mass extinctions mark the beginning and the end of the Mesozoic Era.
Two main orders of classification of dinosaurs existed during the Mesozoic Era: Saurischia (sauropods and theropods), and Ornithischia. Mammals evolved during the Triassic period and continued in both the Jurassic and Cretaceous periods. Vegetation consisted mainly of conifers and ferns, with the appearance of flowering plants during the mid- to latter part of the Jurassic, which evolved to flourish in the Cretaceous period. During the Mesozoic Era, some species of theropod dinosaurs evolved into warm-blooded, feathered dinosaurs (aka avian dinosaurs), and then some species of avian dinosaurs evolved into birds, which appeared in the later Cretaceous period.
Trees Fall
Trees fall over cliffs, into seas, into holes
They fill volcanoes with brown and green
Aided by strong winds that take them down
Leaves burn at their leisure to perfect smoke
Branches fly without a single feather heavy
Normally trees stay in one place
Roots hold them down to grow
God knows how to make a tree
He does not teach them to fall in love
Though they keep on falling any way with snow
Falling is what they do best
They simply love it
Over cliffs and into seas
Trees prefer to fall
According to the word on the street
They make perfect lumber
Another house is needed
So remember every tree must fall
Until it all is over and construction is completed
A light instrument flows, ink darkness; folded within
Flowers; a painless, healing, prescription of treatment
Such secure grounding, found; in glowing obsidian
Happiness; gives sharp antithesis of lifes oblivion
Tectonic; the plate layer produces a fiery quill of lament
A light instrument flows, ink darkness; folded within
Waving; a molten brush of colors, results cascadian
A surgeons gift; to be given, a unique scalpel of torment
Such secure grounding, found; in glowing obsidian
Emotional eruptions; give way to a physical custodian
Islands of hope; from a mind, of seas with dubious intent
A light instrument flows, ink darkness; folded within
Feelings so igneous; venting becomes it's guardian
A healing phase; melting purposely cooled stone indent
Such secure grounding, found; in glowing obsidian
A cinder cone; written to perform acts so tragedian
Dormant, till; the next event of this calderas' fulfillment
A light instrument flows, ink darkness; folded within
Such secure grounding, found; in glowing obsidian
When he cooed, doves flew to him
When he smiled, the skies brightened
When he sighed, the seas stirred
When he signaled, worlds were enlightened
They say he never raised his voice
Never became angry or cross
They say he didn't walk, but glided
That his feet gathered nor dirt nor moss
He was seen in times of trouble, severe distress
In lands of drought and famine, in the debris of tornadoes
On battlegrounds everywhere, in the aftermath of war
When floodwaters receded, in the wake of volcanoes
An enigma bound by a riddle, with a tiny heart for a seal
Absent an ego, from this World his Fate was to steal
"Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them
here and there: even the last flower is withered:
yet there is a beauty in decay. "
Quote by _Constance La France
No annoyance of fall! No rile! No rage! No wrath ever!
Resignation, rather, O leaf, has been your endeavor!
Dead? I will never dare to say! You are like life, zestful,
Just your physique and psyche have made you a bit restful;
Isn't death, like the now-old frail flesh and blood of yours, a truth?
Doesn't the sweet thought of the resuscitation, your mind sooth...?
Winds shake your stay, like the angels carry the upright souls,
Don't dread or fled or fright though turbulence shatters your goals;
A prisoner and the police? A slave and the master?
Nay, you are like a child who is saved in a disaster;
Will creatures that do not alter their selves ever revive?
Midst your extrinsic decay, dear leaf, you're fully alive...!
The sky wears cozy costumes; the colors of clouds alter;
The sun and shower evade the earth; galaxies falter;
Earthquakes arise; volcanoes erupt; little flowers fade,
Within you, O leaf, are many an optimistic shade;
Move on with all miraculous powers and forces fair!
Till you dwell in dignity of divine decorum rare...!!!
05 June 2023
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