Lou, the harvest moon witch sits on a lovely stump
next to a miniscule gremlin who can be a grump
He is trying to nay-say her into a bad mood
But she has confidence and fortitude
Go away honey, she says, unless you can be positive
He slinks away into the leaves, that Gremlin, Shiv
Admiring her greatly, but a bit miffed too
He could not change the mood of that witch, harvest moon Lou
God--good at prayers, deeds,
Sending us bills, garden weeds.
Rain follows the fading winter's breath
In the tangled field,
where bristly ryegrass sways
Emerging green, the blades do rise
glimmer in the verdant hue of shamrock
like the lively notes of the cuckoo's call
Whispers dance upon the undulating meadows
The fragrance of the soil—
its charm, a whisper of rain-kissed ground
Silver whispers of yearning
Softly sung, a memory lingers still.
As fish live by water, in Jesus the disciples lived.
His life he breathed in them as Lord Yahweh did to Adam.
Demons and diseases, as though magicians, they confined.
Deeds of wonder, like Jesus, their master, worked at random.
Non attachment to mundane tackles was their crucial norm.
Abundant mammon and luxuries would mar their mission.
The sin-ridden hearts to celestial form they should transform.
Salvation for souls was the goal of their expedition.
Begging bags, like those of mendicants, were part of their chore.
The father will feed his children. He has his secret ways.
Apostles should feel and heal the cravings of each heart's core.
Being with them, as flesh and blood, they should spread shaman rays.
Shake off the dust if you're unwelcome, yet, help those in need.
Wasn't embracing each human, the soul of Jesus creed?
"God sends pets without wings so no one will suspect they are angels ..." Unkown
Angels come in all sizes
Never knowing when they will appear
Great fur coats to wear
Every day and night of the year
Love will spread their wings
Slurps and hugs forever more
I miss my mother quite often
so she sends me cardinals
they are bright red and fat
they bring a sense of hope and peace
reminding me that I did not lose my mother
she will live forever
the cardinals she sends bring me hope
I feel lucky, they manifest new ideas
they are powerful, their messages clear
and I miss my mother less.
Sam sends smileys,
Sheila seeks sobriety;
Siberian skies shed sadness!
Seven Swallowtails swirl,
sunset sets scenic shades:
scintillating, stunning,
stimulating, sparkling!
Sordid sentiment stays sentient,
safeguarding searing sailing ships;
sailors sit still sipping scotch,
soaring seagulls start shrilling:
somber, sorrowful symphony!
Sordid sea swerves ship,
storm stirs subdued senses;
Simon strums strings...
sober Samuel sings!
A true friend will not hurt your heart
Instead he will medicate all wounds
When peace and bliss are very short
His visit to your home never ends
He will be always there to comfort
One is blessed to have noble friends
Rare are such kind friends who care
Fair practices they follow like the Air
To bear your troubles they ever dare
They never leave you in a great hurry
They stay with you during distress
All your sorrows give them deep worry
To forget the past, to you, they stress
They are with you even during penury
They try to bring you real progress!
Careless Friends
David J Walker
It was an every day
Forever
A never way
transcends
A newer day
that never ends
a day at last begins
a day bygone
the day beyond
pretends to be
another dawn
forever never sins
and never sends
for careless friends
It's so inspiring to think
That even during negative times,
A positive side can be found!
When you feel your heart sink.
There's that mountain to climb,
And you imagine you'll never leave the ground!
Something within you
Stirs your soul and you find your battle
Can be fought and won.
You haven't a clue
How! You shake fear like a rattle.
Your growth in confidence has begun.
Yes you super survivor
You can do this! Even if through tears and pain.
And when everything seems in a muddle.
Keep this motto alive,
" When life sends you rain,
Splash in the puddles! "
Written 30th October 2021
For : Your Own Philosophy Contest
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
coughing up my lung and my stomach
a Mack truck must have run over me last night
I crawl into work anyway thinking I am indispensible
the boss almost immediately sends me home
don't come back until you are well she says
glad she is my boss
scavenge what you find and
salvage what you can
swim towards the shores, though
the shores do seem to
swim
shimmy up a sea shore tree
shady up under the
palm
inspire yourself to be a hard - to - split
nut
who could just as easily be won over with a
song
good friend
lie awake under the island's
scintillating moon
as she sparks light over the shimmering shadows of
low waves
listen to the cadency of
accent, course, and sway
the days' roving shipwrecks
so
often
made
my divine gowned mystic banfilid
within the oak and intonation of
inward hills
let us crack open these fence - sitting coconuts
that have wobbled off by themselves
into the
fields
my good friend
For Langston Hughes
What sends them Harvard poets
I just couldn't do it, Sir:
What sends them Harvard poets
I just couldn't do it, Sir:
They'll never give me a Pulitzer.
What tickles them Yale poets
Just leaves me sad an' a grievin':
What tickles them Yale poets
Leaves me sad an' a grievin':
Never seen no Birch trees
On a snowy evenin'.
Then Oxford poets got they poems
An' I gots mine...
So I'll be movin' on, Langston
Movin' down the line....
Michael Ellis
Rainbow moon sent by the faerie stars
Wise wolf howls her truth watching her future
She is experiencing a giant crystal ball of feelings
Mystical imagination parades prominently in the kalidescopic sky
Ethereal goddesses divert Zeus so he will not ruin things
They have much to share with the earth tonight
She sends herself flowers
and beautiful, uplifting, cheerful, upbeat notes.
She states how magnificent she is, how talented, how smart.
Showing her childhood self what she had missed.
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