When at dawn I find three stones at my
Doorstep, I smile at dawn
Prayers, in haste, come to my lips
My eyes rove wantonly and behold a
Poet caressing a naked virgin.
When at dawn I find three stones at my
Doorstep, messages rustle to my ears
I prepare a costly repast for a palmist
My smile is faint.
I am from Caesar’s age, believing my wife’s
Dreams and not her nightmares
I am African, black as soot, and revering
Soot’s commands with it.
When at dawn I hear my dog sneeze
I smile at dawn who had brought forth
The three stones which my dog in three
Sneezes wets.
I nod. My dog winks.
We await messages from the stones.
It’s about time not to count on time
Its always here to go on
Cut down the reasons from a rhyme
In case the reasons don’t look strong
They’re getting old with every line
We do the same, to some extent
A slice of lemon, glass of wine
Forgotten messages unsent.
R-eading
E-very
B-ook's
E-ducational
C-ontent
C-learly
A-dds
B-rilliant
U-nderstanding,
E-nhancing
R-eason
A-nd
N-ew
O-utlook
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Rebecca Buerano)
Tossing electronically-bottled messages
into the wild blue sea yonder
will they float like a boat or sink like a stone
it only makes me ponder
as optimistically-inclined
I often wonder why
some say, 'Send me an email,'
but then never reply
do my bottles circumnavigate the globe
or stay in the Sargasso for ever and a day
are they wrecked on the rocks of spam
while typing I waste my days and nights away
God
does
not
require
my
wife
to
be
Black
As the messages quietly sync, I feel the deepening absence of replies,
An abyss slowly swallowing the denial from a heart weary of waiting and longing,
My greatest fear, the unknown truth, now takes shape in the light of day,
Coming to claim its rights, a bitter fruit of uncertainty that can no longer be avoided.
I have always been ready to fight for every dream, to venture with an open and courageous soul,
But truths like these leave no room for lies, only a heavy and crushing silence,
A truth that penetrates deeply, dispelling illusions carefully woven with hope,
I can no longer dance around dreams as if they held fragments of light for me,
When everything falls apart, leaving only the shadows of a once-held hope, stirring memories,
I remain alone in the chamber of my consciousness, an endless flow of thoughts and emotions rolling,
Seeking balance between lost illusions and harsh truths, a dance of the soul in melancholy,
In a world where beginnings are born from the ruins of dreams, an endless search for light.
I was listening to roller skating tunes.
Yes, I am shallow, sir.
And though thou may say villainess or mistress,
I am content to be who I am.
One noon, we were over dull
and our hearts we serviced
like two thieves there
in the kissing place
where breaths are both as one
and the first of many kisses doubles.
He made vows in mine ear.
He has such hands and lips
and his fortunate nature fed mine eyes
oh, nothing was scarce.
Our horns locked together
with the intensest chutzpah
and we well-made our match.
We sparked feelings we all ascribe to heaven.
I would not tell you
I can serve a man
that by slow designs
men can melt.
He swore oaths
and dropped
half won.
Later he paid
the sweetest
after-debts
—he did owe it.
.
.
songs for this:
Find Me the Pulse of the Universe by Laetitia Sadier
Stormy (Bossa Mix) by S-Tone Inc
Why do the texts keep on coming?
Why does my phone have to chirp?
Don’t they know,
the election is over..
It ended when I cast my vote.
.
.
Songs for this:
Bring Me to Silence by Fievel Is Glauque
The End Of The World by Skeeter Davis
If I could reach the clear blue skies,
I'd feel the freedom where the bird flies
In open space, I'd find my way,
spreading the words I have to say
Like a bird song, I would be heard
A positive tune with each word
A light above darkness below,
the rivers of problems that flow
The heartbreaking stories all around,
need resolution with each sound
Healing hearts with music to hear,
eliminating all the fear
This creation, our home, our gift,
is a place for love to uplift
Deafening cries for help exist
We can't ignore or shake a fist
Let us be like the bird and fly
Carry the tune, across the sky
With every step across the ground,
there is always hope to be found
Heidi Sands
10/6/24
*8 syllables
(C)opyright
Dear Father
As I slip my heart softly into your broken body I take hold of my soul. Pressing it securely against the presence of your cedar cross. Putting all my faith in your Sacred pierced hands I stand in awe of you and all you sacrificed for me.
All I ask of you is that you place your Holy Will in me. That through you and in you, I may be released from all afflictions both mental and physical. Honoring you in me I can finally settle into that long awaited peace. Journeying with you, to that long awaited place we often elude to as heaven.
Dear Daughter
You have lit the path of communion in me and clothed me with your prayers of love and Union- Grace. It is here that I offer you the linen cloth of my great love. Live abundantly in me as I live abundantly in you.
In the presence of my Spirit you have journeyed forth. Bearing on forgiveness and compassion, you have harvested my Blessed Crops and yielded good wheat. I love you daughter for you are my heart and I am yours. Forever and until the end of time.
Your Mystic Rose
Guess who just received a thousand text messages
Saying how they are sorry for cheating
And want to get back together
How they’re sorry for the side chicks
How they’re sorry for hitting the brick
How they were in a relationship with 3
How they slept with 3 times 3
Guess who received a thousand texts messages
….
…My ex
PS if you see this give me another chance
Dear Jesus,
Without your guidance & Holy presence Yahweh, I could never achieve
the understanding of self and others, in such a Mystical way.
Inside this grand spectrum we call Divinity we find our true home
Through Compassion & Mercy we are filled with an ocean of love
so deep, it enables us to nurture an entire Universe.
Father of mine, ease me into your peaceful presence as you would
the dove when is soars through the crystal portals of your sweet heaven.
Dear Daughter,
Breathe with me child and walk with me through the path
I will light every lantern for you and guide you into my blessed garden.
I will nurture you and tend to you, like a precious rose
make you lay still, as I teach you the Silent Prayer of the heart.
It is in my teachings that you will entrust and consign your beliefs,
etching them onto your soul right next to your hopes and dreams.
I will love you always daughter just like a father does,
forever and forever, through all of time and eternity.
June 12 2024
Dear Jesus,
Use me like you do the wind and blow through my soul
Like you do through the flowers of the fields
Ignite in me a flame, like the bricket does to a fire
Be water for me and quench my thirst and desire
Jesus, please be my other self...
Dear Daughter,
Thank you for loving me the way you do
Thank you for being my healing hands and my silent tongue
My spoken Angel of grace,
keep returning to my bosom and I will fan a flame in you.
Teach you how to love without restraint
with a love so pure, simple and ambidextrous
that it will encompass all of humanity and mankind.
It shall purify everything in the way for love of me,
and you will know without the shadow of a doubt
that you are my own...
Live, according to my teachings. *
how many taste buds do we have? Asked the tongue.
Thousands she told her, discerning them looks like fun!
First I would organize them into the right kitchen bin.
Sweet, salty, sour, or bitter, placing them in the right tin.
Taste buds carry messages to the eating seating brain.
Your sense of smell helps you determine taste in the rain.
What do I eat
The same things on repeat
What to do
Should I have a strew?
What should I pursue
What will it ensue
Nothing seems to change
Its all so strange
I even complain
Always the same
The weather changes
Talking to strangers
Sometimes it can help
Confusion I've been dealt
I have an idea
It's all so unfair
I'll keep plugging along
Maybe sing a song!
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