I had heard of such historical place,
never realizing that someday,
I would really go there.
I was curious
but cautious and calculating,
feeling very safe and secure.
That is, until my curious mine
Arrested and got the best of me.
I was on the beaten paths,
But turned off the main road
When I saw a sign pointing to
What I would call, a curious place.
I then headed west to satisfy
My curiosity gene, and within
minutes, I was driving through
The little California town called
"Rough and Ready".
She got her name from a gold mining
Company. She even became a Republic,
But rejoined The USA after three months.
I told you 'she had an interesting history'.
I know you’re there, just out of sight,
There among the black far-reaches
Like a rider of dreams in the night
Searching for reason that impeaches.
You have left behind no traces
Of where you’ve gone or maybe sent.
Your journey seeks familiar faces
Yet posed in unfamiliar bent.
And reasons, they are vaguely veiled
While cognizance won’t clarify.
And rationale is un-detailed
While reaching does but rarify.
Oh, where does purpose hide its grail,
There in the crevice of a mind -
For wont of quests that do not fail
In hopes of dreams that are not blind?
I call you not, you’re back unpacked,
A door of no return passed through -
Rejoined with logic’s wakeful tact
And much to share betwixt the two.
"Ralphie, Big Yellow. Ralphie, get up here it's Big Yellow!"
"I'm not as excited about Big Yellow as you are. I've made this quite clear."
"But the STOP! The STOP, Ralphie! We made a bet!"
"Brendan, I'm not gonna sit here and bet over people's lives."
"Holy hazelnuts, Ralphie! It's nearly here. One stop away!"
"I refuse to participate. These are human children."
"Last night you bet me no one would ever run the STOP."
"That was the walnut liqueur talking."
"Did you see that?"
"What?"
"That car went right past the STOP!"
Breaking ranks through the branches
They jumped across rows of trees.
There maple brown fuzz now rejoined,
Brushing against each other in the
Early angling sunlight.
Squad car sirens took to the air.
"Ya see that, Ralphie! Someone DID run the STOP!"
"With all those children."
"With all those children."
"But Ole Blue took care of it.
"Yes they did."
"I'm going back to sleep."
"The city bus comes thru in couple minutes."
"Good-night."
"It's MORNING TIME!.....
...
...
sorry for yelling."
I don't know the faces
in the old photograph,
stored in the attic
with other relics
of lives long past
I don't know their names,
or the stories etched
on weathered foreheads,
and in eyes that saw
both sorrow and joy.
I should have asked
their names
before grandmother
rejoined the family
in that old photograph.
So fair the child,
heir is the child --
Dear Woman
Your Babe Divine
Behold the child,
Mary’s child --
Son of God is
Thine
Mother of Christ,
our redeeming grace --
Jesus, our blessed
Brother
Rejoice for the child,
we follow as children
miracle of all ages --
wisdom above all
sages
Sacred heart that purges
Spark of loving presence urges
not fear of rod
nor dreadful wrath
He clears the brush
making way pure path~
Love, His reclamation --
mission to heal God’s
nation
breaking the cycle of
sinful damnation – Father,
Son and Holy spirit with us,
Prince of peace, dwelling within
and about us -- transfiguration
His Royal Proclamation:
let all men hear and abide;
earth, rejoined with heaven
henceforth together outright
eternally will reside --
No need for humanity to live further
forlorn – this day, man’s Savior has
been born!
© Francis Maugo
At the point when you remember me,
Kindly don't sob.
You attempted everything you could
To rescue my dieing soul
Dear you felt down and out when
Relatives proved unable
To bear the cost
Of my hospital bill
You were generally there for me
Close to my death bay
Nyakwara kindly don't sob
I lived a good life ,
I ran the nine decades race well
And won it ,I fought many battles
And here I am waiting patiently for the Prize
After my triumph
My dear though couldn't see you,I could feel your presence at my death bay
You were there for me till my last breath
Kindly dust up and walk up tall
For all is well,
I have rejoined your grandpa
Who left me several decades ago
Kindly don't weep for I am in safe hands
Have been received warmly
Into this new world
'Nyakwara'kindly take great consideration
Of the promises you made to me
Be the light to bring back the Maugo I used to
Cherish in the 50s
Kindly heed to your parents advice
Take good care of yourself
Weep no more
For I my soul is
In good place
I
In a "decent" town, Ft. Beaufort, within 90km
I arrived about Seven in the morning
For much-needed cash from a Bank ATM
Who knew, the ATM took my card & "jammed"
II
Long story short, I met on roadside crosses
As arranged before Nine, the same morning
The back was closed before then, only ATM
No one to report a "robbery by ATM" to,
So return later I did, joined 50-person line.
III
Query about cards chewed by ATM got no joy
A consultant I asked, gave me, "I don't know."
I rejoined the line, penultimate person in queue
I asked a cleaner, Viola, she took me to Unathi
All I did was sign a ledger, no ID asked, First in RSA
NOTE: IT is favor of God. I kept the prayer appointment, went back to town, got my Bank card, happily giving up my seat to an older gent.
Psalm 119:28 – "My soul is weary with sorrow; strengthen me according to your word." King David in the Bible.
Swords
Grief is the silent, ripping sword,
the razor slashing inward;
the days, the weeks, the years go by
and time is an enigma.
Some say normal life returns
but they have never lived this;
there is no normal after death,
there never is returning.
The space remains, tormenting void -
once filled, your vibrant face within it.
Upon my heart your image burns,
much like the sacred veil,
the essence of a treasured soul
who outgrew life as we still know it
and moved beyond this place,
beyond this world, beyond time’s face,
by lifted hands made sightless.
But, I believe, someday,
we will know reunion;
the banquet seats will all be filled,
the smiles all genuine and real,
banished the deceptive costumes.
Healed, our hearts will be rejoined,
more alive than ever here,
where all the swords are beaten smooth,
shining troubadours of joy,
and all the tears forgotten.
February 22, 2022
deer stroll in tall grass
fawn drifts away from mother
rejoined by God's grace
I met my child within, 'Amy'.
We talked, we played, we engaged,
We looked each other's faces
for expressions.
We looked into each other's eyes
for emotions.
I had a lot to learn from Amy.
I saw a toy truck in sandpit, Amy saw a 'dooger dooger' bulldozer.
I saw a kid, Amy saw a person.
I was bound up in multiple layers, Amy was uni-dimensional.
I was a novel, Amy was a preface.
I tried to make fun, Amy was fun personified, gushing.
I was inventive, Amy was curious.
I was burdened by past, Amy lived in the moment.
I was grown up, Amy was ageless.
I was biased, Amy has never heard of it.
I was constrained, Amy was forever hopeful, free.
Amy and I rejoined, made up,
when I clasped
my hands together.
Love remained in the bottom of my heart
The destiny of a sweet time was so short
The flower has pulled down by wind
Will never be rejoined
I remind your kindness during the hard times
Shadow of the past visited now and again
Impossible to go back to our old days
They have passed
The time brought another one to replace
Warming up my body and soul
Veiled the memoir in my smiling face
Just glee the past
The sky of the future has split our way
Let’s put our memoir into a solid energy
Even it’s tough to ignore yesteryears
Fresh stream has gone
Title: The Sign
I inhale the feelings around
Something blissful and aglow
Two lost souls have newfound
Love on a fairground
My heart dances to the beat of sweet voice
Performing different dance styles of it choice
Words are not yet out but our hearts rejoice
Awaiting to be rejoined after eons of lost
I can feel the sign
Waiting for me to opine
It's special and outshine
Bright like sunshine
Heart is about to be loved and renewed
And love is no longer misconstrued
In my veins her name is tattooed
I can see the signs of love in my daily mood.
_____________________________
Writer/Artist
© Artistic Poet ??????
Listless her body becomes
Her last breath and her journey's begun
In Life ever after she is joined again
With your father, family and friends
Their spirts continue through those they've sown
Donna, Dean and Darlene as they are known
In God's kingdom they will become,
like hear on earth when they were one
this dark path depression's led
nothing beyond inside your head
spawning thoughts that see you dead
before and after where you tread
not this path if truth be said
the happy path that you have left
will be rejoined before your death
has been left some times before
now this path you must endure
and every path is one unsure
that happy path will be once more
go on and time will find a cure
this dark path depression's led
is not the only path you tread
and though you cannot see ahead
there's happiness before you're dead
The day has run its course
The sun and moon
Change shifts as stars
Illuminate the sky.
Deep in thought as I
Comfortably rest,
My holographic world
Takes hold as
Hypothalamus gears downshift
To easy rider smooth
Cruise mode and I drift
Off to sleep.
My spirit rises freely as
I look back and see myself
Resting in blissful comfort.
Smiling as past memories
Say hello yet remain
Forever still in time,
I continue on my journey.
Time traveling through
Worlds as windows appear
To catch a glimpse of
Recent happenings.
Guiding hands ever so slightly
Redirect my course
Leading me to doors
With the insights of
What lies ahead.
Just a peek though
To guide me along the way.
A faint yet familiar sound
In the distance
Calls out to my spirit
And guides me back home.
I see as I return
You’ve covered us and
Embraced me.
Rejoined with my vessel
You seal me with a
Forehead kiss, warm arms
And a lullaby that
Assures me all is well.
Thump thump, thump thump
Thump thump, thump thump.
Warmed in your embrace,
I rest peacefully with your love
And a smile on my face.
The perfect ending to a
Beautiful evening.
11/28/18
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