Natalia was in charge of the Gothic Nutcracker Ballet
It was held in the darkest, dankest, nastiest alley way
The mice came out to trot around without their soldier suits
Feral cats pranced around the production, tummies full of toots
The Gothic Nutcracker, how marvelous, a few old ladies said
We love it too, remarked the vampires and others, all undead
This ballet is not attended by just anyone, invitation only you see
You are not invited unless you drink some spider eyeball tea.
I see you Jesus
the sun shining over the trees barren waiting fur their buds to grow from your sunshine in which only You can create.. the squirrels, ducks, birds seeking food to fill their tummies. In my daughters smile, her love of animals, squirrels, birds outside our window.
I FEEL you Jesus
In the songs of praise I sing silently I my heart as I remember my mom with whom is home with you..my prayers if thanksgiving for waking me up another morning.. in my morning cup of coffee as I silently with you in prayer in my adoration room at home..when I write my poetry adoring your magnificent works..in my husbands embrace, smile..
I HEAR you Jesus
In my daily scripture readings, in my songs I listen to. In my daughters laughter..the songs of the birds early in the morning..
Heavenly Father, help me to always hear, see, feel your love, mercy, words, psalms. Jesus help me to give of my heart to you in the best way I know how, I am fallen, broken, please love me as I am.
Somewhere
In our universe
There will always be
Gastropods:
Down-to-ground
Intelligent lifeforms
Who feel
And think
That existence depends
On their
Very smart
Oh, so very smart
Tummies!
Line of inquiry:
“Betwixt two thoughts there is a gap
No illusions therein entrap
In the time stretched pause we then see
Ego craving is a mousetrap.”
Pause of Polarity Interchange
We build our own mousetrap
Don’t be a sap
We even hide the cheese
And then we freeze
Amazing maze with walls
Dangerous falls
We can run a distance
With persistence
Tummies groan for cheddar
Time I fed her
But she doesn’t hold water
Ego got her
Parenthesis, a hold
Don’t get too old
Before finding way out
Follow the route
Cheddar never mattered
Only flattered
Better sustenance found
When you rebound
As I step out of the car, I can hear their song, the geese come in for a landing, their swift bodies gliding across the calm glassy pond, braking up the golden sunset as it’s setting across the prairie…
The air is crisp as fall has finally made its presence up north, pretty soon we will be braking out our hoodies and light weight jackets….
I walk around to the deer as they are busy filling their tummies with grass and flowers, life is so blissful right now, no worries I have, as only GOD bring this scene to me, I swallow hard as to not show my tears, nobody would understand…
Is this why I decided to write again, dear Jesus, help me be forever in this moment, as if capturing fire flies in a glass jar, to keep in my heart, Jesus, I know only you understand my deep felt emotions that am trying to convey.
As I turn to leave, a lone geese flys solo above my head, coming in for a landing, its wings spread out wide, much like our Savior welcoming its child into HIS arms, when they are hurting from not being heard..
Take me to where love learns
Where forgiveness doesn’t burn
And joy is a wheel that turns
Touching tummies that churn
Take me where green trees wave
And shelters aren’t needed to save
Battered birds from early wormy graves
Where laughing is safe in happy place
Take me where sun is shining bright
All day and no one has a fist fight
We all sleep safe and warm each night
Where hearts are filled with love’s light
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my enemy gave to me
Twelve upset tummies gurgling
Eleven spoiled milk cartons curdling
Ten missed opportunities to achieve
Nine judges who refused my reprieve
Eight frustrations and barriers
Seven Covid-19 carriers
Six casseroles with a bad smell
Five empty packs of Pall Mall
Four creepy sashes
Three worn out lashes
Two cobras who attacked me,
And a grizzly bear in a honey tree.
The raw madness waits in my secret garden,
where pretty flowers bloom all year long.
Where the bees and butterflies,
suck the nectar to fill their tiny tummies.
Words fill my mind and heart,
telling me what to write.
Where the red birds stop by to sing,
singing in perfect harmony.
I hear rhymes and then free verse,
as I begin to write.
As I sit here on this old wooden bench,
I have found peace.
My pen and paper join together,
they united and write as one.
Peace covers me about the past,
I have peace about the long lost years.
Thanking peace for this beautiful day,
my hand holds my pen tight.
I leave the raw madness far behind,
as I sing and write in perfect harmony.
When tummies rumble, it’s a sign
that plumbing pipes are not aligned
Think back on what you chewed today
Take Alka-Seltzer ~ Don’t delay
~ Iambic Tetrameter ~
their skin is a different color than anyone else’s in the room; a color
reserved for babies. Even toddlers do not have this kind of hue.
they are rotund; they have the fullest tummies. They are unbelievably
stinky when they spirt out their mother’s milk. we call them babies.
babies are puffy
rubenesque and full chubby
squared up and farty
this is the sleeping house
three dogs with full tummies
they snore away
these happy sleep sounds encourage me to nap
This will be my second nap of today
I cannot stop myself
I climb onto a couch
cover myself with a fuzzy blanket
wake up with dog slobber on my face
they want me to play
WEEP RENEW TEARS by maria Gothard June 2024
Standing on the soil of Grimson reds
Blood of Nations great and small
Flowing together boundaries none
All found its end on Grimson soil.
Tears flow.
In the sky one blue its color
Now its fumes blow poison fumes
Leaving noise like thunder destroying
Breaking humanity with grief and pain
TEARS
And so we say what have we done
Look, feel, touch the self and ask
What can we do to stop destroying
We cannot clean the blood of Grimson
CLEANSE
Only the self can make the change
We do not own the right to destroy
Yet we can feed the hungry souls
The children with their empty tummies
The parents with grief no food to give
Ach Renew
Wars should be from days of old
Not in times of these. look, feel
I will tell thee, shame on those
OF GREED
Your greed of evil has no life within...
gardens overflow
hungry patrons full tummies
full spread at table
ONLY JUST A DAD
Dad comes home with a sore back
It feels like every bone in his body has been attacked
Bringing home a little bit of money
To buy food for the children's tummies
His heart is always in the right place
He would always hit head-on whatever he faced
He is a proud dad of four
His only income came from the bank and a small meat store
Slowly every day he goes to work
He knows deep down he is being overworked
And he gets very little perks
He has no hate but just a lot of pain
But the next day he will do it all over again
He will always be super proud
For the life he chose and found
To this day he always strivies to do better
Even with all the pressure he will
Always find a way to keep us all together
He always will strike for perfection
Maybe that comes from my father's reflection
I hope they all remember that there is always
More to a dad than just a name
Never be a shame
And remember you always have much to gain
Thanksgiving
a day to fill our tummies with turkey
I love turkey more than most
I could eat turkey every day
with mashed potatoes and corn
warmed up sweet rolls and cranberry sauce
I love a real turkey
not that thin-sliced white bologna crap from a deli
that resembles turkey as much as I resemble Janet Jackson
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