To see the world through eyes of peaceful means
and honor the reasons for right and wrong
to learn from failure, and what wisdom gleans
and redeem the truth no matter how long
this is my quest for a life that's well lived
to set boundaries I shall never cross
to never hold another's love captived
to keep my honor whatever the cost
I'll find a way to bow before anger
and keep such emotions away from love
I'll speak softly with a truthful candor
to live this lifetime is one well thought of
if in the end, I accomplish this task
to live life, where my face was not a mask
There is only one official palace on USA soil
Iolani Palace in Honolulu, Hawaii, where slaves didst toil
Former home of King Kalakauna a well-thought of king
and his sister Queen Lil’uokalani who knew how to sing
three American architects rebuilt it – Baker Wall and Moore.
Known as American Florentine style, unique to her core.
no other palace in the world like this has ever been seen.
Many stories about this palace mention the former Queen
If you have ever heard the official tune of Hawaii, the one we hum
Please note that Queen Lil’uokalani wrote it, she was lots of fun.
the tune we recognize which the natives play their ukuleles and dance.
If you visit the palace, you might see queen’s ghost wandering in a trance.
Though I may be well-spoken,
And I may be well-read,
And I may be well-dressed,
Because I may be well-bred,
I may have good intentions,
And I may be well-loved,
And I may be well-off,
And be well-thought-of,
But until living for Jesus
Has become my life’s goal
I'll never know in my heart
That all's well with my soul
Oh, to write a sonnet on my one true light-o'-love,
to write a song to make the warbling sing -
a melody that to your eyes would bring
tears of fond remembrance for your own true well-thought-of.
Oh, to flood ravines with bursts of spring!
How do I employ the moon and stars in verse
and conjure with them messages to measure
the merit of the poet's brightest treasure
when I know not of love's allure nor passion to coerce?
How do I stir light from the obscure?
Oh, to etch a portrait of the one upon my pillow
with words that fall so sweetly on the ear
of him, with gentle soul who cares to hear
the moan of restless wind through pine and willow
or of me, a billow rising to my dear.
To My Lodestar
On
Anniversary 53
By: Miracle Man
8/27/2018
Today we celebrated anniversary number fifty-three,
Ernestine thought at the start she’d soon change me.
Now she says the excitement has been too hard to bear,
Like “Eating mashed potato sandwiches”, while pulling hair.
She didn’t know that in Webster’s unabridged you’d see,
Beside the word pugnacious, there was a picture of me.
Now I know, “A house divided against itself, cannot stand,”
But with two careers, we’ve enjoyed, “The fat of the land.”
“We’ve fought the good fight” and continue together,
We’ve had many sunny days and some stormy weather.
And now as we approach the end of life’s course,
We still plow our field, as a team, not a single horse.
With all our shortcomings we’ve both done our best,
God has blessed our lives as we’ve faced each test.
We are surely well thought of by all of our peeps,
If “A person is known by the company he keeps.”
Dedicated to my Lodestar
8/27/2018
On 53 years of putting up with me.
Yet again, the experience taunts me,
but a willing sacrifice, determined and well thought of.
Suitcases seem heavy, the clothes too much to wear,
and the pain I cannot bear.
Day after day, reminded of that day,
I wish that day never came.
Is it worth it?
Maybe, but my happiness lives in the heart of another.
At last that day has come,
sometimes, as the day leading up, words meander around unspoken thoughts.
Home at last,
I say, I am there and back again.
Honestly, what I know is wisdom,
Inseparable hearts, cohesive bodies and the softest lips I have ever kissed.
There can be no departure,
but this day it feels like that
VRL
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