I would like to listen to the sound of bonfire sticks crackling as he chucks one on and the second he throws to a dithering dog-or the waves lapping on the shore steadily, a toddler’s toes dipping in that sea and then he screams and runs right away to his parents who are devouring literature upon the shore. They loyally guard his sandcastle then chide him for pushing his sister who had stumbled and fallen on that work of art. I’d like to watch the tide go in as picnic baskets are cleared away and the last of the suncream is lathered thick on children’s skin. I’d like to taste the locals' ice cream letting bristles of my hair stick to my face and needing a second as the first melted right away sullying my beach wear. I’d like to smell sausages almost charcoaled on the grill as children are as speedy as rockets with plastic plates at the ready. A summer living by the coast would be sure to enliven my spirit and cater for my senses.
Long retired now; but the
clock yet plays a paramount
roll, when it comes to daily
activities -- still not my
own boss: Doctor's have
schedules, fiber intake for
out-go, often unpredictable;
sign on my toilet door, "Soon
to be occupied!"
Drops of days
have become gushes, rushes
toward an unknown horizon;
the sun now a flicker
like those old black and white
cinema I saw in the theater
as a youth, till the bulb went out,
and the boos and stomping
began...doubt that I would
notice most loud clamor anyway --
all my senses a lot duller
except an increasing tremor of
fear I hide --
climbed a balcony this morning,
a short one --
the old Juliet in a sun-chair,
doing her crossword, fondly
looked up: the smile was distant
but familiar~ her words soothing
and reassuring: "what's a
4 letter word for 60 years, in
sickness and in health loyally
shared?"
I know your heart is in the right place, trying to unburden me from my grief,
But the words coming out of your face are inconsistent with my beliefs.
Yes, I knew this day would come but she was more than just a pet,
To say “get over it, she’s just a dog”, are the most insensitive words that you’ve said yet.
From the first day that she rescued me, she has been loyally by my side,
Never was she judgmental; to me, she never lied.
She helped me through some bad times and was always with me through the best,
Whenever I needed to slow down a bit, she rested her head upon my chest.
She taught me a trick or two, rewarding me with her love,
Now that she has crossed the rainbow bridge, I feel her looking down on me from above.
So, to hear you say, “she was just a dog, you can always just get another”
Injures me in such a way from which I am not sure I can recover.
There is no such thing as “just a dog”, I hope you now can understand,
I will grieve for her in my own way for as long as I possibly can.
Grateful that at least
one other
loves as deeply as I --
a pleasure to meet You;
Grateful that at least
one other feels the
deeper, fond nature of
a romantic heart
beating loyally, in dear
unison -- a pleasure to
greet You;
Grateful am I for a
Gaia, that responds cooperatively
to Our shared aspirations and nurturing
desires,
filling our eyes with
ripe warmth of color,
teeming seas, a cradle
of pearl-essence shores~
green mountains
and valley's plush,
fertile for cyclical growing --
we plant and harvest
together;
Thank you for being You
and loving me as a Wife
Husband, Father and Mother
Sister and Loyal Brother
-- my cats:)) --
Thank You for All,
bankrupt, if not for Your
continued Grace
and Blessings --
Thank You~ God.
Faith isn’t feelings and faith isn’t words
It’s more than observing the lilies or birds
It’s more than believing—the demons believe
It’s more than proclaiming that I will receive
It’s more than just knowing that Yahweh will act
It’s something more constant—yes, faith is a fact
It’s not only knowing His strength for all things
Faith lasts through confusion, and loyally clings
It means that you see things through spiritual eyes
That though you have pain, He has heard all your cries
Faith means to steadfastly stand upon Him
When His paths are clear or when His paths are dim
Faith means you know Him, and know He is good
When He doesn’t do what you thought that He would
Faith means that you know that He still hasn’t failed
Although it might look like the devil prevailed
Faith means accepting that He understands
It’s trusting and yielding your life in His hands
Faith means “be ready” and often means “wait”
It makes you feel vulnerable, yet makes Him great
It means “press your oil—your candlewicks trim
The Bridegroom is coming—abide now in Him!”
Get ready, He’s coming back a King.
Make sure you know Him – His sacrifice.
With Him, joy comes alive, a wellspring.
His love is glowing o’er the angel’s wing.
Because of love, He paid the ultimate price.
Get ready, He’s coming back a King.
It’s amazing - the wonders His love can bring.
I’m thankful His grace will always suffice.
With Him, joy comes alive, a wellspring.
Since I know Him, my heart will always sing.
Never doubting that someday I’ll live in paradise.
Get ready, He’s coming back a King.
His kindness is such a glorious thing.
Serve Him loyally – that is my advice.
With Him, joy comes alive, a wellspring.
He is love and to Him, I’ll forever cling.
He is love, therefore I’ll be concise!
Get ready, He’s coming back a King.
With Him, joy comes alive, a wellspring.
My life, like the sea, ebbed and flowed,
A world littered with peaks and valleys
A painted vision like a chiaroscuro,
When times were sometimes light, others dark.
Yet one thing I can truly say
Despite the fact you often left and returned.
I was always blindly loyal to you.
I never looked at another spouse.
I admit we were neither Cherubs nor Seraphs,
We all had our shortcomings.
Despite that, you judged me on my few failures,
However, I had my successes too.
I worked hard and achieved much,
Alas that interested you not.
Eventually, we got married.
I remained a faithful soul.
We had our ups and downs, but I was loyal to you.
So when I die I only wish for someone
To write upon my tomb’s headstone:
He loved loyally.
alderman curry
collected closet doorknobs
lived reclusively with poco,
his faithful afghan
one clear evening,
he told poco to stay
and that he loved him
poco's senses caused him
to whine confusingly
alderman curry went into
the woods, took a rope hidden
in a hollow tree, said his last words,
'NOW I AM FREE TO BE'
at 5:15 the next morning,
alderman curry's hung,
lifeless, and limp body
was discovered by a worried poco
the faithful afghan did not
cry out an emergency yelp
for help, he just let his best friend
and master be.....his secret loyally safe
I wish our story never
faded away like a dream
and lost its meaning in reality.
If there was love there,
it was ghost-like and soundless,
and lost maybe in my hope
somewhere—bouncing—
off of the walls we have
built to protect ourselves.
Into the night that hope
went—seen no longer—
expected no longer—as the
dawn loyally lofts.
Walking on the newly wetted ground,
After a long spell of Winter drought,
I ponder how rain never fails to astound:
This valuable shower we can't do without!
As I tread on the browne'd earth
Browned by the shower of yester-night,
I wonder where I got such a worth:
To be watched with such close oversight!
Someone's delivering service to me,
Loyally, like an hotel room keeper!
Yet there is a dichotomy:
I pay nothing to the caterer!
There is some love expressed in rain.
It's not only soothing but sustaining as well.
Especially after a long drought strain,
I rejoice that some rain fell!
To say one has loved
but lost...is to say one
has never loved; for
love is a wonderful
stigmata – an indelible
pressed upon the heart
of eternity, out-shinning
all lesser lights, even
those of heaven’s brilliant
while implosive stars –
love not only standing the
tests of time, but those
lesions of dimensions
separating hearts from
their immortal soul-bodies
boastful science stumble
over while poets
loyally reveal –
One does not simply love
but, in fact, becomes love –
the Pure Substance and Will
of God seamlessly woven
throughout His Creation,
a stitch never dropped
nor hole ever manifest
needing mending….
"A Recipe for Antonym"
the opposite of
didactic
ulterior motive
Elastic,
bend over for receiving
patronising missives
presumptuous, friendly and deadly
with lol and smiles
then genuflect
then somersault backwards
it’s part of the ceremony
in the soupy wash
Socratic passive is us
plastic, pernicous, piquant and plural
sipped slowly and loyally steadfast
scratching backs towards the shadows
of whispered never me's (sic)
to mirrors gushing sibilant soliloquy
the opposite of lost is now moving in
with a bent halo
and sewn off blunderbuss
inscribed on the handle
I’m sure glad I'm not one of you us
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Twice" / Little Dragon
https://youtu.be/TrpMncSZe-I
You’re agonizing over your decision,
you waver, and you can’t make up your mind,
and after back and forth and much revision
you’re this close to deciding when you find
two eagles flying in the same direction
in which you’re driving – surely that’s a sign!
Two eagles are an omen in perfection.
It must mean: go for it, the fates align.
And this is how you screw up royally.
Do not believe in omens. Even swarms
of eagles that appear won’t loyally
foretell the future. They’re not magic charms.
You better play it safe and heed the voice
that whispers “doubts mean it’s a stupid choice”.
January 22, 2019
Let me come as the shining of sun
let me come as the light of moon
let me be the day and night
let me stay in Your grace
let me walk following Your footsteps
wherever I go, I move my face, I contemplate
nothing I find, even a little bit peace
but You, O Lord, from the amorphous spirit
pour on me a strength of life to survive loyally
-27/11/19 CTG, BD
our coming inheritance
lest
we forget
salvation
all of God
we recollect
marvel
in wonder love&praise
atonement
covered
by
transforming grace&
blessing
thought
emotion
mind
will&imagination
to
climax&conclude
our
ever present reality
the
promised new life
of
maturity progess&tenure
the very
fabric
to loyally obey
the call
of divine revelation
an unchangeable teaching
statutes of divine origin
rules for every day living
to keep us clean&pure
in the chosen
place
of
fundamental truth
a treasured possession
in His
open hand
our open
heart
ordained in His name
a
once-for-all
redemption
a Holy Spirit
empowered
provision
safety
'til our homecoming
to that great
gathering
to come
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