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Grand Central should be welcoming,
For travelers do flock,
To come and go, from near and far
And all around the clock.
A hub of transportation,
Both for subway and for rail,
It’s a place where first impressions
Of the city should prevail.
Yet the food court is dispiriting.
The choices are okay,
But there’s a problem if you want
To take some time and stay.
Ther’s very little seating, so
When purchasing some food –
A meal or snack or drink, unless
You might be in the mood
To stand around and eat it,
You are simply out of luck.
There are some scattered tables
For those early birds with pluck.
Perhaps it’s to discourage
Homeless people who might sit
Without spending any money
And, when challenged, throw a fit.
Still, it isn’t very pleasant
For those visitors who might
Like to stop and get their bearings
And to grab a little bite.
As a local, I’m embarrassed
That this very poor excuse
For a food court in Grand Central
Is the best we can produce.
I have a little paintbrush
that dabbles in my mind
creating its own versions
of what my eyeballs find.
Soft chill of mist on swaying frond
challenging a sun warm dawn
grey ghosts dancing on the pond
rippling dance of bass in spawn
Eerie windblown tree limb creep
dappled shade - fawns camouflage
daubed upon the brownish green
a welcoming - no cover charge.
Dull hum - the Romeo’s of spring
harrumphs and buzzes, on the wing
repeating lines from nature’s script
painted by Spring’s brush - fresh dipped
©2/13/2019
Creativity in Visual Arts Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier - sponsor
AMID THE LUXURY OF NOW
It is prelude to spring
The honey and I are basking
On sun deck, in mid March warm breeze
He's reading King James, 'Genesis to Revelation'
I sit reading, 'Trick of The Eye' it's captivating.
Pine trees rustles in the wind
Squirrels I see frolicking
I pause for birds singing
The innocent voice of a child across fences is welcoming
In this military town of revolving doors
Even the sound of a barking dog, too, is welcoming.
I think to myself, how sad those years I lived half blind
I could now bask on veranda, overlooking calm Caribbean waters
Or dwell in cemented home on top floor, with panoramic view
Overlooking city of antiquity, now tourist town
Or own many mansions, furnished, surrounded by trees and sea.
Then just like that; warm breeze, with rustling pine
Dished nostalgia back to me, I heard:
'Amidst the luxury of now, to by gone buried years you'd bow?'
*
Standing in a garden on the edge of a ridge
Pissing out of the wine of the night
The sea below looks to be grumbling
But the party is still louder than that
The Heavens above may be burning
Yet she's back there holding my hat
If she saw me here in my manhood
There would be two dances more to be had
But she's too busy with a mild maiden
Judging my shadow, my words, and this song
I wish I had a memory to cling onto
Instead of my wit which is decidedly gone
There's a roundabout of gentlemen wild
Drinking all in sight that's left to be sunk
My lady stands glimmering below light-bulbs
Strung lower than my standards tonight
Though luck has made me a winner
Tonight I can't bare to get into this fight
It would be me, myself and an umpire
Judging my swings against my blows
Now I'd usually have myself done for
But her skin has arrested my fists
And opened they hold out my heaviness
Like schoolboys caught, or tramps to the blind
I could shoot myself here by the bandstand
And sit dying in a pool of my piss and blood
I ain't ready for love and its yelling
Its burning sensations and welcoming arms
No give me a chance at the brutal
Give me another go at the dolls
Don't hold out this angel and torture
Don't make me a martyr tonight
My reputable repertoire of near misses
Is staked though the fix in the game
She dealt me a night of clean aces
But I've been fishing and soon lose it all
She eyes me like land from open sea
But this old crow want to nest and forget
My black feathers they aught to be stretching
Flying east to dawn with a dove
That I could steal from her beak some olives
And make a crown of peace to depart
My last drink I drink has me spilling
All my needs the length of a woman
Let this fool be wrapped in her wiles
My glass shatters to diamonds and shards
Best cut your feet in this garden of Eden
And step hard to forget her somehow
There’s a chill in the air,
Such a welcoming feel,
Just the first of the reasons
For autumn’s appeal.
Though the leaves haven’t changed,
Soon they’ll be rust and gold,
Making various trees
A delight to behold.
Halloween’s ‘round the bend;
Decorating’s begun,
As both children and grown-ups
Get in on the fun.
The orchards and fruit stands
Have apples galore
And pumpkins and cider
And donuts and more.
The summer’s been hot
And before it gets cold
There is autumn, in which
All these good things unfold.
So, zip up your jacket
And head out the door
To sample the joys
Autumn’s holding in store.
"For all sad words of tongue and pen,
the saddest are these, 'It might have been'."
~ John Greenleaf Whittier ~
I knew that someday you would break my heart
we loved too fast and much too strong
the pages of our story were being torn apart
as foreshadowing moments began to unfold
yet we clung to our dreams of tomorrow
hoping for us, the best was yet to come
I loved waking beside you in the glow of dawn
then gently falling into your welcoming arms
For just a little while the world was beautiful
but there were signs, I was not the one for you
Too soon our tomorrow filled with sorrow
I knew for us, the worst was yet to come
Signs were clear that what we once held dear
no longer mattered to you. With vows forsaken
your path was taken, leading you away from me
My grief was overwhelming but you remained aloof
turned your back, walked away and left me crying
I knew this day of reckoning had finally come
We turned our backs on what might have been
cherished dreams haunted by lengthening shadows
that were swept away into the depths of the sea
of animosity where love is never meant to dwell
My wearied heart grew numb; a withered leaf
falling in Autumn. For us the best will never come
~~~~~~~~~~
April 20th, 2017
As the night fades away
Birds welcoming a new day
Singing their song
Here is where I belong
Seeing droplets fall from the morning dew
A sky so blue
Hope the sun is shining on you
Looking around I see
Everything as it should be
Sun is warming my soul up nice
Breaking the ice
I feel so awake
Nothing at stake
Every breath I take
Everything I see
Tells me where I be
Sitting in paradise
Everyday is a roll of the dice
Everyday is my lazy day
Hope they are here to stay
Watching the sun pass through the sky
To be at peace I do not have try
These days are just passing on by
I can feel a breeze
Putting me at ease
Nothing better to do
With a sky so blue
Sit here and meditate
Do not even hesitate
I am singing out loud
Singing with the birds so proud
The wild is my brother
Love it like no other
With the day so bright
Feel everything is alright
What a beautiful day
One of the many along my way
I will have another if I may
Good day!
Let’s have a marvelous time midst wholesome leisure
toward wondrous relaxation blitz devoid of pressure
allowing hearty gratitude exposure
while basking under heavenly rays’ pleasure
praising God Whose grace and mercy assure
the welcoming of blessings' treasure
abundant for sharing beyond love's measure.
Good noon!
Let’s get out from shacks and barracks
unmindful of distress-scorching attacks
midst sunny mood toward picnic with back packs
full of delicious and nutritious snacks
to be rested from challenging life’s racetracks
oblivious of thunder’s deterring knacks
enjoying nuts, knickknacks from cracker sacks.
Good evening!
Oh, we continue our daydreaming journey flight
beholding nature’s therapeutic scene before our sight
reminded to keep on doing what is good and right
exalting the Lord, braced by faith’s might
appreciating the Almighty for radiant light
then praying before a sound sleep at night
revitalized toward another morning delight*.
*Psalms 37:4 Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.
September 9, 2023
1st place, "Dolce far niente" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 9/20/2023
God brought me through the storm
He kept me feeling reassured and adored
He didn’t let me go when I was afraid
He filled my heart with joy that He gave
God kept me from making a bad mistake
He sent me a word of promise from a friend
Allowed me to remember the time before
When I’d made the same mistake in judgement
God reassured my heart when it was breaking
Letting me know that I’d find a way to make it
Through all the worst worries and anxieties
Into a place of sweet love and calmest serenity
God gave me His word to keep me moving forward
Into the heart of hope and faith, His amazing grace
He never lets me linger amid the depression and despair
Always helps me find my way to a song somehow
God reaches out to me with His kindness and gentleness
Sends a light for me in the sunshine and moon’s beam
Welcoming me to praise and worship whenever I please
With a sense of truth and joy that He inspires within
God enlightens me with answers to all my prayers
Strengthens me when I feel the weakest I’ve been
Accepts me when I feel like I’ve lost my best friend
And reminds me that I am His, a child of the One I love
God lives within me, through His Holy Spirit’s fire
Sends me a sense of true wisdom and hope that’s alive
Guides me past the pain into the heart of compassion
Encourages me to reach for my dreams with His direction
God knows me, much better than I know my own self
He cheers my weakening heart when I’m so low down
He supports my abused spirit when I can’t figure out how
And whispers pleasure into my soul when I’m lonely or sad
OCEANS AWAIT
Away from the dockside and into the bay
Heading out to sea in this steel hulled ship
Powered by team, yet with masts and sail
A fast and safe journey is as the Holy Grail
Carrying passengers, cargo and some mail
Into deep ocean waves we will rise and dip
The dark grey skies suggest a difficult day
Driving rain signals our Southern prospect
A morning of growing passenger disquiet
Noon watch sounded by a tolling of the bell
The North Atlantic has some secrets to tell
Building up its strength in its powerful swell
Several weeks of an increasingly limited diet
The ocean presenting its unforgiving aspect
Equatorial waters offer a welcoming respite
Finally, some warm and gentle winds at last
Yet still the storms can make an appearance
Even when predictions suggest it’s clearance
Never a firm favourite of sunshine adherents
A good time to ensure all cargo is made fast
And experience how the day turns into night
The South Atlantic is an unpredictable ocean
Way down past Africa’s challenging long coast
Rounding the Cape and another leg to the East
Perhaps taking one more week or two at least
But the deep churning swells have now ceased
Approaching Perth early, the Captain will boast
But arrival is met with much relief and emotion