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Books are Bon Fires

stacks and stacks of books
filling up Aunt Edith’s home library
the nephews and nieces laugh at them
They are old-fashioned, antiquated, useless

Some of these missives were read over and over
Cherished like an old friend with each reading
Others never made it past page two
Boring and dull, deemed useless, put back on the shelf

Upon Aunt Edith’s death these books are stacked.
Ready for an enormous bonfire. The relatives sing while they burn.
Edith watched them enjoying her books from her seat in heaven.
Too bad they never looked through them where she hid her money.

The Good Was Taken Out of the Summer

The Good was Taken out of the Summer

The good was taken out of the summer,
With her garden patch left abandoned,
 Lettuce heads and scallions gone wild,
Her sweet summer plans all spoiled.

The good was taken out of the summer,
With green fly festering her roses,
Overwatered orchids on the sill
As her plastic bread bowl lay still.

The good was taken out of the summer,
With Hunter, her dog left in waiting
For her voice, her footsteps, her care
And the fridge in the kitchen left bare.

The good was taken out of the summer,
Put on pause til her homecoming came,
While in convalescence she lay
In a nursing home, day after day.

The good was put back into summer,
When she returned to where she belonged,
To her garden patch, Hunter and flowers,
To sit, 
To be still,
To be ours.

shattered hearts

Shattered hearts can't be
Put back together, no glue 
Will make it the same

Remnants of Our Lives

Remnants of Our Lives

Pieces of our lives captured
in small snapshots.
A single moment in time, frozen
for the world to see.
Fragments of a once whole life
now shattered.
Jagged parts of a puzzle which
can’t be put back together.
Are our lives mere blips in time strung
together like a necklace?
If this is so, the whole concept of completeness
goes out the window.
Life becomes a random set of convergences
with no meaning or direction.
There is no one single beginning
or ending.

Funeral of Our Love

standing on altar
they said “greatest lovers united”
bejeweled in ‘shiny stones’
later to be thrown back
at me in courtroom

my obscured vision of love
i’m stripped off your ‘lover’ title
how did we get here? My love
from singing together at our wedding
to you playing at my funeral

trying to put back the bricks
that you once threw at me?

realization struck you
when I’m gone
your efforts will go waste
but dear you succeeded in saving your face
your tears of regret won’t dry any sooner
my love wasn’t an illusion
you will share my tears
but I wish you well
and someone who will share those tears

Can We Avoid It?

Don't you understand what I'm trying to say
Can't you feel the fears I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scare you, boy
From “Eve of Destruction” by Barry McGuire

Can We Avoid It?

The genie is out of the bottle.
It cannot be put back.
The Doomsday Clock is closer to midnight.

Iran is closer to the bomb.
“Death to America and Israel”
Israel can retaliate in kind.

India and Pakistan
Can annihilate each other
With mushroom clouds of death.

The incompetent Russian military
Continues to stumble and fall
Putin now rattles his nuclear sword.

Once the button is pushed
There is no running away
No one will be left to save

Let us fervently pray we can avoid it!

Lonely Christmas Elf

There once was a lonely Christmas elf
who could not do it all by herself.
She said, "I must need a boy", 
and sadly put back the toy
she was making to the workshop shelf.  

While she strolled with Rudolf one snowy day, 
that reindeer who would lead Santa's new sleigh,
they met Frosty the snowman.
The wee elf said, "let's go man - 
You are a fellow with whom I can play!"

They had fun until Winter turned to Spring.  
and one must make do with what fate does bring, 
an idea with merit, 
for she then ate the carrot.  
She really made the most of that thing.

Death

When I die
I will be happy for I have lived a very long and plentiful life
I want to be cremated and sit idle until the day my wife passes
I would like for her to be cremated so that our ashes can be blended together in perfect harmony
My dream is that people not mourn for us but rather celebrate our life and love together
I want the "fun" to be put back into "funeral"
I see people dancing and playing music loudly and telling memoric stories of the lives that we have lived for we have truly found love and our love should be celebrated.
This is my dream for when I die
~ Pauly G

Serious Night Dreams

   Serious night dreams,
   Have invaded my space.
   Annoying and scary,
   Have to put back in place.
   Running away,
   Blood and guts,
   Repetitive dreams.
   Wakes me up,
   Startled in the dream.
   Not normal for me,
   My dreams tend to be free.
   Relaxing and dissociative,
   Like a movie.
   Projected on my screen.
   Left over,
   From another night's dream.
   Can sit through it all,
   Perhaps popcorn.
   While avoiding the serious night dreams.

Take Back

It's almost time for you to vote
Cast your ballot and do not gloat
It's time to put back
Our reproductive rights on track
Trump's MAGA is a farce, take note

In The Matter of Nothing

Heaven could be like an infinite holiday
without grief and burden of war 
without physical or emotional pain
A family reunion everyday
bathed in the purist of light
manna nibbled from crystal plates.
 
Heaven could be like a tide pool
a place where cracked limbs grow back
where hearts are gently put back into place
where children play on trampoline dreams
where everything is glazed in the spirit-Godspeed. 

Heaven could be where secrets of being are revealed
where peace is accepted naturally
where sin is gleaned rendering the soul pristine.
Heaven could be trimmed in cherub knickknacks
made from the messiahs' precious hands-

Heaven could be a place where you finally meet
Leonardo -Vincent- Mother Theresa or Martin Luther king -
Heaven could be just a melting film reel, in an L.S.D dream.
man-woven from the matter of everything and nothing.

Level of Brokenness

Author  Dana Redricks 
April 30, 2024

The level of Brokenness runs so deep even if I tried to explain I feel no one could understand. The pain in my heart has left a hole in my soul, and only God Yahweh can make me whole. My past haunts me, and how I long to be free 

My heart is broken and just like humpty Dumpty, I just want to be put back together again. I want to be loved, but I think how someone loves somebody as broken as me. 

I carry around this burden in my external body seeking sweet release in smoke, in a bottle, or in a package, but no relief. I'm screaming inwardly, but no one can hear me, if people could see what I see. They would see a person dying slowly, and I long for the Lord to deliver me.

Awaking From Stupor

Our consciousness can be trapped in a rut
of following paths so sadly worn out.
From gladness to sadness, hearts are somewhat,
together with souls, from joy turned about-
in trampling new seeds to wake up and sprout.

With deep meditation, the soul is set free
to put back in order, through silent rest-
the spiritual goals that oft turn the key
to waken our hearts and souls to be blessed
with new vibrant paths that restore life's zest.

One Kind of Love

Written By:  D. Collins 12/29/23



There's only one kind of love, that lasts throughout time.
Those who accept the ups and downs and still lay it on the line.
They give 100 to ensure the entire family is intact.
No matter what their digression, always have their back.


Imagine a one kind of love having a tremendous force.
Re-creating families, while begging to be outsourced.
We all know that kind of love is rare in this day and age.
What people call love has many shades of gray.


There's only one kind of love that originates from the root.
And if, you don't have it now, it wasn't given to you.
It is out there lurking trying to get your attention.
To put back what were "ALL GODS" true intentions.

Him And Her

Every time,
She’d glimpse at him,
With the endless ocean,
They call eyes,

He dies a second time,
And only rises,
 from the dead,
To see her smile again.

She is like a glass statue,
To marvel at from afar,
To admire from a distance,
To love from far, far away,

He thinks if he’d ever,
Approach her, get too near,
She’d break,
Into a million pieces you can’t put back together,

He loves her,
And she doesn’t know
He plans to stay in silence,
But she will never understand

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