O these coolnesses!
Blown off a water.
Re-encountered, regaled again
Each face in summer.
With noon's energy
Nightfall's toned down is
Shake a bluff, maidenhair bank
Hurtled off, sat is.
The sun affects so much of what we see
it pierces into these places so dark
without the sun, it remains hidden
it's been like that ever since the ark
These dark corners hidden away
we seem to miss that hidey-hole
except when that bright beam penetrates
it brings out what otherwise would have stole
Now your body also has dark places
that when the sun shines, it bright rays
it brings a rich glow upon your face
shows up God's hidden hand done with clay
The obvious darkness is in the night
out there, only the stars and the moon
brings light to the night out there
makes one wish for a bright high noon
There's an invisible darkness in our souls
which is worse than any other kind
for it will bring an eternal death
which only God's Son can everlastingly shine
Looking out on a lovely garden
flowers so beautiful in every colour
here on holiday on the English coastline
this summer scene is like no other
Such a delightful picture to look upon
but there's a blur to all of this
in the ground deep in the earth
these dreaded weeds you can't miss
They get in among your flowers
wasting your view of the loveliness
you wish to be rid of them for good
which are so filled with ugliness
Working to physically root them out
is a sure way to break your back
giving you a pain that is agony
that's the price that weeds will attack
One answer is to plant artificial grass
which is a very costly thing to do
so it takes hard work to truly kill weeds
no easy answer can be seen in view
(Just some thoughts on holiday last month on the damage that weeds can do to a beautiful garden.)
Miraculous ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ stone
Against ¦¦¦ blue miraculous skies,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ towers and turrets rise
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ arches that enthrone
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ wonder of the skies.
Softly ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ spreads its wings;
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ belfry sings.
¦¦¦¦¦¦ Ascension Day ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ shadow of those wings!
(Blackout of At Burgos by Arthur Symons)
These little distances remain between us.
These little distances speak.
These little distances are nothing but dust,
And the distances contain colours deep.
These little distances are always too far,
Never too near they dare.
These little distances hurt so hard,
And 'tis not fair.
These little distances hold us back.
These little distances kill.
These little distances click, they clack,
But you'll find me exactly here still.
Lately my mind ebbs
Days mind numbingly routine
The Summer just flows
(8/6/26)
See the walls,
entering is forbidden,
power must be kept
at all cost
nothing is forgiven.
Walls rise to the heavens,
but these heavens
below our own feet,
fire is there
stifling contentment.
These barriers
of bravado built,
bluster its foundation,
hot air maybe good for foliage,
but foolish for sound construction
The sun will continue to rise every day
true heaven always above,
and these devil doers as always,
will all be on their way.
Breathy, voice-shed
Or as soft
Aromatic, aloft
Seeps its way
This love in bloom's
Joint opined
(Hand in hand, shoot-entwined)
"Perfect day!"
IN THESE CLOUDY TIMES
Today’s apathy
Must be washed away from us:
Come, God, let zeal rain:-
What these eyes have seen before
What many loves did they adore
How many lives and incarnations
Are worthy of my contemplations.
Seeking to use the inner eye
We take a risk and roll the die
But life is not just a game of chance
Heed the call of the Lord of the Dance.
We are loved by heaven and earth
If we could only realise our true worth
And with our loving eyes may yet see
How near a heaven on earth can be.
These letters (words) are only for you.
This archway, between our souls, shall last forever.
A foretaste of Eden, where love signals throughout;
Eternal twin of flame. Here fate has landed us entwined,
Between the echoes of time.
Postmarked postcard, a message to the sender reciprocated.
Set in motion: everything takes time.
In rhythm, pulling on your heartstrings.
Make me believe? In the universal North Star. Skyline.
When in sync, we bloom; our fervor carries us through
Open skies and sea, our shared quietude: from this
Rotations: a panoramic view in intimacy.
While flames flicker, violet purple, energy.
Over the blue mounds, the aura of Minnesota stands.
Beyond the once dusty hills.
Here we are in awe, where beginning and end meet.
Yes! An unending consummation.
Like a lasting fragrance that lingers forever.
“These are the days,” commencement speakers say,
“when you begin your climb to reach your goals,
which only YOU can set. Work hard and pray
for guidance as you fill life’s many roles.”
Accomplished ones mentor the young: “These are
the days you’ll smile about when you achieve
your greatest dreams. You’ll realize how far
you’ve come. Now persevere. You must believe.
Retirees hear from friends and family,
“These are the days you’ll get your second wind.
Pursuing new dreams calls for energy
and wisdom from beginning to the end.”
At every stage of life, we need to hear
uplifting words from others we hold dear.
markler barkey harkerly bibbily bee
silly billy bolder dasher delights me
giggly wiggly polygraphing Sheridan she
joyfully foyfully digging a diddily dee
yes these kinds of poems bring me glee
though they make no sense even to me
who is holding these animals up? Someone asked me.
we were at a six-ring circus, but too far away to see.
The elephant was on the top, which looked rather odd.
heavy hippo holding him gave me a rare nod.
I nodded back and caught a weird ugly smile
From the next joker down, a grisly green crocodile.
Under him was a spoon-billed pelican with beady black eyes.
A super mouse was holding them all up, a huge surprise!
TOILING THESE TOUGH TIMES
Trumped towers tilting
Towards treacherous times:
Tenacity taught:-
Today’s themes, true trials:
Thundering tribulations,
Tremendously testing:-
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