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Hope

Hope


A whispered word in the silence of dread
A deep,dark tunnel with light up ahead
A ray of sunshine in storm filled skies
Promise of return when saying goodbye
A smile on the face of sincere friends
Forgiveness from one that you deeply offend
A newborn's cry after death sneaks by
Failure that leads to just one more try
Hope is a lifeline that we all must seek
When fears are real and our bodies weak
Hope gives that life breathing spark
To the hot, dying embers of cold hearts
That look of empathy after meeting hatred
Kindness given, when much was taken
Feeling worthy despite of who we are
Salvation found by following a star
Hope Is healing and  hope gives us  strength
To keep trying no matter what others think
Hope has mighty powers all of its own
So When we have it,we must make it known.

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Need

Need

I used to live in a world of need
A dreadful scary place indeed
Needing something God won't give
Yet needing a wicked miracle to live
No food was ever needed more
Water could never tempt me sore
Not love, nor family entice
Not greed or power even might
No promises of healing be believed
Nothing else could fill this need.
The world  faded to shades of gray
No thought of the time ticking away
No care for others,  so then i knew
I was changed completely as this need grew
In its cocoon kindness turned
Gone or decayed all goodness learned
Truth made into a tangle of lies
Beauty metamorphosised
Oozing out of the shell I'd made
Ugliness and now nearer  the grave
Why only judgment? Why does no one care?
“Well…did you ask?” No! I didn't dare!
There will be demands, I'd be force-fed.
“Who would offer a stone to a child asking for bread?”
Expectations, Things I know I can't do.
“You can do all things through Christ, who loves you.”
What if I fail, And everyone knows my sin?
“Take no thought for tomorrow,I've already been.”
Okay, I said, what do I need do?
“Just reach out for me, as I'm reaching for you.”

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Star-Gazer Lillies

A flower for dreamers
For explorers of the unknown
The pungent perfumed petals
Will permeate a home

Nothing compares to the 
memories Scent recalls
Like a silk thread, 
Tied to stems, 
Connecting all

A zip line of sweet smelling savores
Special moments gone by
We remember them all
My star gazer lilies and I.

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Only Human

Only Human

Sleepy seeds and 
morning breath;
Scratch the itch,
 brush with Crest.
Funky smell
 from my sit down place,
I'll have to change,
what a waste.
Sweaty hands,
dirty nails,
Shower's cold,
never fails.
Pop the zit,
 on my chin,
We humans are
 disgustin'.
Stain on toilet,
clean it soon,
In laws visit, 
use bathroom.
Spend all day,
 clean and polish,
No one comes,
till it's demolished.
Doing laundry, 
folding socks,
Not six but five…
hold self and rock.
Making meatloaf, 
7:30 sharp,
Forgot hamburger,
 in shopping cart.
Order pizza,
I just don't care,
forgotten I'm,
 paycheck impaired.
Eating tuna,
straight from the can,
go to bed,
and start again.

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The Sorrow of the Skies

The Sorrow of the Skies

The sun and the moon were once great lovers
In ancient days gone by.
The clouds formed from their sorrow, and the rain, when they would cry. 
For this pitiable couple were cruelly cursed to be apart,  alas, 
To share the same vast blue home forever, but only distantly could pass. 
The sun on the side of the bright days, 
The moon on the dark night's side …and when one was fully visible, the other had to hide. 
Who cursed this pair, so sweetly in love, to be near but always too far?
The jealous, mischievous Little lights, the bitter, hateful stars.
So when sadly we are witnesses when true love sometimes goes truly bad, 
We say the lovers are “star-crossed”, for the stars crossed out the love they had.

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Light Is Life

Light Is Life


The sun looks different when Spring is here
Lining up through the sky to my window
Eerie sometimes, or confusing, I peer
This weird light shines it's bright Life giving glow. 

First, the green sprouts of the yellow flower
Poking up through frozen ground into light
Witnessing this Springs refreshing power
I observe living things give birth with fight

Tiny seeds of promise not forgotten
In wombs of soil or gentle, fertile flesh
Time ensues to bring us the begotten
Together Life, hope, love will mix, will mesh. 

The thirst for life, the hunger, must be there
For Spring is light, light is Life, everywhere.

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Mowing the Grass

Blade alludes to strength
Yet,vulnerable, you bend
Lush carpet of life

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Our Daily Bread

Our Daily Bread


Flour, yeast,and milk,a bit of butter too,
 and giving it a little time to rise,
 into a loaf, it grew..
From this mass of sticky flour 
will come warm, pillow soft bread. 
My body continues its weary work,
 as thoughts float through my head. 
Looking out my window, 
I see the vast blue skies, 
my heart fills up with longing…
like dough, perhaps I'll rise. 
My arms will grow soft feathers, 
my bones all hollow out…
giving me what I will need
 to fly and float about. 
Freedom from the daily drudge, 
from burdens and all my cares…
I'll flap my newly made wings
 and fly away from there. 
Out this very window,
 into the skies I see…
over the distant mountain tops
 to some other mountain peaks.
Perhaps a place where I could find 
A peaceful people who…
give high value to a woman's mind, 
and all that women do. 
We sisters of the uterus, 
we captives of the Moon, 
we who bleed to create life, 
Soldiers in stiletto shoes…
carry more than our fair share 
of heavy burdens and the blame…
 our bodies are seductive 
and so, steeped in shame. 
These anchors bound to my arms
  And binding ties, severed,
when bone turns to hollow straw
 and skin sprouts supple feathers.
Then I'll rise like yeasty dough 
and bake in the oven of the sun. 
 I hear the ding of alarm bells ring
 telling me my bread is done.

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Speak To Me In Whispers

Speak to me in Whispers

My weakness is magnetic
Attracted to the metal in your spine
My creative spark
Ignited by the fire in your mind
The hunger I have for learning
Is fed with the manna you bestow
The vessel of my longing
Is bound to the ore that you row
So speak to me in whispers
Never let the volume rise above
The soft sweetness that's between us
To break the fragile bubble of our love.

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The Haunting of the Moon

The Haunting of the Moon


She comes when the Moon is heavy
With wishes from many a maid
Who with passionate longing,
Their dreams upon it laid

She comes when night is warmest
In the time of the southern winds
That bring the moaning cries
Of maidens who meet sad ends

Her long dark tresses flowing
Along a figure fair and sweet
In creamy lace of night dresses
She haunts here and hopes to meet

Her lover,ever vacant,
ever empty,never there
Alone she walks this road and mourns
This gnawing pain too strong t’bare

Theirs was a true love story
Begun in the naïveté of youth
They were to meet and marry
But then the bitter truth

The man said her lover was taken
A wife and children at home
For you see this deceiver
Had a love for her his own

With trust born of the young
She believed his sordid tale
And when refused his grotesque offer
Round her neck his big hands fell

And alas the gallant lover!
Comes riding and he's too late
For his dark haired beauty
Had already met her fate

Then the man in the Moon whispered,
“Young man,Bring the lass to me…
For I have many wishes 
One just for you maybe”

The lover looked in confusion 
but how can this be so?
Moon-man, You are so high 
and we are so very low.

Across the sea he noticed
 just then his answer there
The moon was reflected in grandeur 
On black waters bright and fair

So into the cold sea he went
With his love in his strong arms
Toward the ever deceitful Moon
He walked to meet the dawn.

My story truly happened thus
Of that I can attest
For I'm the vengeful maiden
Haunting the Moon from death