My ancestors believed witches had magic
My ancestors worshiped a golden calf
I'm embarrassed, such folly is tragic
I shake my head and have to laugh.
Today between females and males there are no lines
We say we can surgically change either side
We can power our cities on wind turbines
And Israel's guilty of genocide.
We can always squeeze more from the rich
We know there's always money to burn
No hurdle, no obstacle, no hitch
40 trillion debt, no need for concern.
So we're so much smarter than those shepherds in the rocks
They worked for their money, thought nothing was free
Fought off invaders, and tended their flocks
Could they have been closer to reality?
Wishful thinking blooms-
Petal made of almost and
Inception that won't let go.
I seek brighter skies-
But the clouds keep
Following
Like old adventures.
Night holds my secrets-
Wishful thinking glimmering soft
Like a time worn candle.
I sigh maybe-
Unsure if my heart believes
The sound of my voice.
Still, hope rises relaxed-
Stubborn as a daybreak that keeps showing up.
Wishful thinking
The warm days
In the fall are over
Now I have to
Be thankful
For the warm days
My Father gave to me
Now the warm days are over
And the leaves are changing
Its color
From green to gold
Yes there are some dead leaves
In the ground
Some people are raking
The dead leaves
Couple more days
And thangs giving will
Be here
We will share a meal with
Our families
And at the same time
We will give thanks to God
For what we have
There is no body else that
Made the nature
So beautiful like God did
a violist’s note
to her bow, let’s scale the heights…..
with no strings attached
cute violist’s dream
to scale the heights with my “bow”……..
with no strings attached!!
I don't wanna be
a wannabe no more
waiting for opportunity
to come a'knocking
on my open door
and the day she does
tho' the lights are on
there's no one home
as I'll probably be
out to lunch
knowing me
so I wanna see
'Been there, done that!'
on my resumé because
I'm oh-so tired
of being a never-was
I coulda written that song, “Purple Rain.”
It didn’t take that big of a brain.
And I coulda written that song “Hotel California.”
But girl - I do wanna warn ya!
I’ve always been considered at least halfway insane.
It's the New Year's boom
with colored fireworks lauding,
the toast of the town.
The proud, old guard has vanished,
with its dreams, yet unvanquished.
Hues light the plum night;
'midst crash and bang in the skies.
Starry-eyed moon glows.
The past's still following me,
but only in memory.
Don't think wishfully
Guarding against death is brave
Live life blissfully.
Maybe he will come back into my arms- if only for a moment
I sit with my feet touching the water
fascinated by a playful otter
near the river's edge, amid evergreens,
rolling along the sapphire surface sheens.
Swimming up and down propelling itself
enlightening up on a bare rock shelf.
Scattered green dwarf saplings I sit and spy
capricious. Once again and it's good-bye.
A breath, filled with, bluebells, lavender bell
blooms bright and lovely, I linger a spell.
Pink and white dance across, and hint of breeze
Plethora of weeds, brown moss grasps the trees.
I dream of pixies, and fairies behind
wild spray of tall dandelions, I'd find.
9/17/2023
Tossing on my rocking chair,
In pitch sable dark of the night,
Where no stars shimmer in the sky,
Waiting for the early morning light.
The bay window is clean, with a wide scene.
Would the day reveal a land with woods so green?
Occasionally the moon penetrates
The heavy rainy murky clouds,
As moonbeams glimmer over oceans.
Happy the dead dispersed of crowds,
For behind lay a cemetery full of snow,
The North wind will never stop its blow.
I was left alone in the spectral scene.
Alas lonely and abandoned by all;
Or do I see a faint silhouette on a moonbeam
Gliding onwards toward Autumn and Fall?
Ah I cannot see the golden leaves fall gently,
Now I’m in winter with nothing to protect me.
I'd like to walk once more on a pristine shore
And feel the morning sun caress my face.
I'd like to smell the crisp, clean, salty air,
Feel playful ocean breezes rustling through my hair,
And should storm clouds dare to gather there,
I'd laugh out loud at those scowling clouds,
Throw off my shroud of solitude and revel in the rain.
I'd like to forget about space, and time, and place,
And age, and loneliness, and pain.
I'd like the bliss of a kiss and a warm embrace,
And if the universe would care to spare
One single final coup de grace,
I'd like to be in love again.
If only,
If only,
If only,
Such words
Such words are repeated daily
As ordinary people grow unhappy
With the world,
With others,
And with themselves,
“If only they would just understand,
If only I had acted more intelligently,
If only this had never happened,
If only I were given the chance,
If only they had allowed me,
If only I ever had the courage,
If only the world were not such a cruel place,
If only they loved me back,
If only I loved myself.”
Overdose do over
I'll get it right the next time
I promise
always that never tomorrow
waits for my glory
bound and bagged.
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