The brindled drop tine bull
Brings his herd along the fence
He steers the steers and leers at me
His look not quite intense
We ponder life, each his own strife, this old cow boy and me
He clears the gate with one old cow
They amble past the here and now
And take me back to the woods by the creek
And the hedgerow post pile by the birthday tree
And the chicken coop and my first chores
The mem’ries flood
To the water tank and the crawdads there
In Holstine’s pasture, way in the back
Not far from a line of walnut trees
Black and tall against the breeze
Each straight as a sentry at his post
Who walked this land
Bow, rifle, plow in hand
It connects me to the land my feet
Negotiate in the autumn heat
I’ve drifted south, as things seem to go
Yet somehow in my soul I know
I’m tied to the land in a way not seen
By those whose mem’ries aren’t so keen
For the ground they trod when their feet were bare
But my mem’ries warm… and it takes me there
Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor.
Bonding laugh episodes can mold sweet memory shapes.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Laughs can floor lay us to mirth quake over and over.
Bonding laugh episodes can mold sweet memory shapes.
Laughing steers peace of mind like a kind chauffeur.
Laughs can floor lay us to mirth quake over and over.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Laughing steers peace of mind like a kind chauffeur.
Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.
Lying in between seasons is a pause,
To look at what's gone on, what's to become.
In Fall, dreading Summer's last curtain call.
In Spring, vaulting to cheer Winter's demise.
The quad-cycle ride brings its surprises.
It taunts, haunts with clockwork compromises-
When we wake up before the alarm sounds,
Or press snooze, to linger on dreams instead.
Drowning the questions never posed nor asked,
Of why shadows shrink when midday is poised.
Or why they're seen at night when sun has flown.
Who steers this whim and flit of sun's time-span?
“Self observes waking, dreaming and deep sleep ~
In stillness taking a consciousness leap”
~ quote by poet
Relying on instincts in the dream state,
there remains neither logic nor free will,
as we accept therein, our ordained fate,
with no knowledge of our inherent skill.
Perhaps the waking state too is a dream,
conjured by an unknown force in control,
cajoling us to dance on fate’s moon beam,
which we accept as our destined life role.
Waking or dreaming, for soul is the same,
if detached consciousness be self-aware,
with neither fears nor desires left to tame,
having no needs, save a breath of fresh air.
Detached and nonchalant to what appears,
divine dweller of our heart, life course steers.
crimson lips
stained with blood of saints
rides the beast
steers the reins
embittered roar portends doom
her end imminent
Spin a Shadorma
Nette Onclaud
6/3/25
** Photo not my creation
Faith - it is a journey
And I bear the scattering wind
That steers abroad my dinghy
To the edge of some horizon -
'Though it be peculiar to me.
Faith - it is also an epiphany -
One that hung in darkness
And had been waiting for me.
I am one who groped for it -
Pulled and did its unraveling ...
I am the brave sailor
My crew mates, friends,
Clothed in sorrow
Like lost children
Following the nearest stranger home
I lead them with my heart
As we sail through the masses
Of our duly colored peers
But the captain of a ship
Isn’t the best navigator
I feel the pull of the crowd
As I lose myself to the bleak
And leave my crew to drown
In the waters of self pity and despair
I leave them to the gray
A monster lurks, waiting for it’s prey
To snap the souls of the peaceful
To steal the fire from the fierce
To squander and squeeze the hope out of the dreamers
To make us all obey, all conform
I was their captain
The peaceful, the fierce, the dreamers
They were my crew
Now they blend into the others
Now they all obey, all conform
I found a new one
A peaceful person
A fierce person
A dreamer
But most importantly
I found a navigator
I am the captain
Who saves lost souls from drowning
In the waters of the dark and dull
They are my navigator
Who steers us to the next lost child
I am the brave sailor
My crew mates, friends
Bulging with light
Like the moon
Through the saltwater of the night
Fifty-seven years ago, we planted you;
That huge tornado came- yet, you stand true.
_by Poet
Oh, Maple tree- it's seven years
Since a tornado brought me tears
In seeing how your crippled stance
Has left your lifetime up to chance.
But Spring arrived, with happy cheers-
Your leaves still hug each limb that steers
To reach above, like gallant spears
That sway to grasp life's joy and dance!
Oh, Maple tree.
I'm sad, your trunk- it now appears
Lost more of its dark bark veneers.
Perhaps you stage a peaceful trance
To bring me happiness, perchance-
Lightening up my heavy fears?
Oh, Maple tree.
… my moon in darkest night,
my fiery flame in candlelight
Comforting in the evening twilight
sharing dreamy days that might
bring us into future bright
… my empathic soulmate through tears
my defense against foul fears
Weathering good and bad years
following wherever Fate’s path steers
rejoicing in sweet starry spheres
… my best friend it’s true
my love for you grew
Meeting you once, I knew
loving came easy with you
now always together we two
Over lush green mounds
Did stand many thriving towns
They did spread over vast azure pools
With help from shipbuilders' mighty tools
And mighty were the first to land on those shores
Valiant are they now in myth and lores
Strong were those who weilded weapons in battle
Stronger yet were those content with land and cattle
Amongst the trees so dark and tall
Were many bountiful victory feasts held in Fall
Many were the men who took comfort in the splendor of wine
And many more who took kindly to women most divine
But less yet took wonder to the riches of gold
These men were bestowed upon as kings mighty and bold
Great kingdoms did they build to abide
With many steers to raise and ride
Above in the heavens have many lights shone
As they still do though those times are gone
wandering in wasteland
of denuded life
desolate
sinuous track
takes me
to the terrain
of nowhere
nebulous
I’m entangled
in enmeshing web
of
enigmatic conundrum
shall I escape
from decay delirium
or not
I can’t decide
ingrained imprint
indelible
of
wheel of time
turning
in destiny domain
twisted out
of tormenting tangle
of tortuous trail
of passive past
steers
with promise
of pride
my fraught mind
out of maze
shows me
the pledged pathway
to fervent fountain
of misty meadow
protected
I break open
there
invisible barrier
you’ve built
of seclusion
around your garden
secret
blooming
furtive flowers
hidden
from me
but
I’ll saunter
there
suffused with
seraphic shine
sanguine
of sunburst dawn
new
I wish
before I walk
the last mile
our paths
will cross
entranced
coalesce
into oneness
someday
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu-yahweh
I am not alone, I walk with Him
I am at His throne, abide in Him
The Holy Spirit moves my place
Fill me up with perfect grace
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu-yahweh
Honor my God with my sword
Ten thousand times and many more
The rudder that steers the mighty vessel
To speak life and of the Good News
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu-yahweh
(Poem by ScottM 7/28/2024 praise dot tapdig dot com)
??Ephesians? ?5?:?14? NIV
14This is why it is said: “Wake up, sleeper, rise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you.”
??Ephesians? ?6?:?16? ?KJV
16above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.
??Psalm? ?147?:?3? ?KJV
3He healeth the broken in heart, And bindeth up their wounds.
??Colossians? ?3?:?14? ?NIV
14And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.
Behold how life does unfold;
ours to touch but not to hold,
so in mode embrace-release,
we flow like a gentle breeze.
God steers our life and we flow,
in time dissolved stillness slow,
free from fear and from desire,
pure love and light, heart afire.
The turning wheel of time
stirs up the dust of disarray,
that settles in the crumbling cauldron
of disordered life of illusion.
In the maiming moments
of disdained dejection,
truth tumbles in the mélange
of disorientation chaos.
Under the fantasy firmament
psyche in desertic isolation,
embedded in mindscape imagery,
suffering desiccated and lonely,
searches for a novel niche
in self-constructed reverie
to get a spellbound shelter
of captivating hope in frustration.
Dormant notion then invents dream,
steers mind into domain of delusion.
A thing made is destined to break,
but not by the will of the creator,
for whom the sense of time collapses,
making the frame of timeless trance,
where the dreamer assembles relentless
the shifting scenes of desire dreams.
The montage etched by the trail of mirage,
migrating in dunes of desolation,
makes collage of dream in deluded mind
against backdrop of nocturnal oasis.
The dreamer doesn’t see the dawn,
for the soul sleeps entranced deep within,
can’t escape self-built illusory maze,
until divine consciousness makes wake-up call.
8 by 5 Poetry Contest
Joseph May
We were on fire
As flames grew higher
Vowels in choir
Two teens taking flight
Where virgin wings sprite
Upward to the moon
Twinkle lil stars boon
Fog on windows strewn
Dad's car shifted gears
In neutral she steers
His Chevy's best years
Lover's Lane at will
Rocking the night's drill
Backseat was the thrill
Joyriding the night
Under the moonlight
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