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99 · Apr 2019
Reviving Truth
The shrillest cry of wound's refrain,
reverberates in haunting pain;
Without a lifeline to sustain,
the truth renounced within its reign.

Whenever puzzles go unsolved,
their secrecy of words absolved;
And honest measures are dissolved,
by eager minds' deceptive cause.

Yet returning to the power source,
where positive energy shows its force;
Through images that stay on course,
uplifting spirits from guilt's remorse.

Finally the truth has found its place,
by raising consciousness of grace;
While no one's soul becomes displaced,
each mindful error has been erased.
99 · Dec 2019
On Safe Ground
The world spins and twirls with incessant churning,
never falling--merely floating--across the horizon;
The magic cornerstone of our daily existence,
despite the pull from many parts unknown.

Once a small child flew up into the galaxy,
wandering with curiosity and inner trembling;
Stars ignited their own fire to warm her heart,
and comets scoured the sky while reassembling.

But then her cries were heard by heavenly angels,
to soothe the fears within the child's soul;
Scrambling onward to create the healing powers,
which sent words of light and love which was their goal.

Yet when the lonely child was hence recovered,
from the blackened night by the awesome Grace of God;
A sparkling zephyr propelled her through the whirlwind,
where she landed blessed and safe upon the ground.
for my great-niece, Nicolina Grace, who is battling leukemia. So far, she's winning the fight !
99 · Jan 2019
Message for 2019
If only some folks would realize,
that the stormy seas bring horrors,
to those who are beyond our borders,
who seek refuge from the clamor...
Of those who rush to judgement,
terrorizing children, ravaging the land...
The evils of mankind can be arrested,
if only our hearts are fully tested.
So arise, fellow citizens, to the light,
let there be no blight...within our souls.
Looking in the mirror, we'll see the truth,
as we vow to give ourselves to one another,
with openness and kindness, sharing our
bounty, our faith...from the America we hold
in our hands, the land of immigrants which God
has blessed time and time again !
                              Give thanks...promote peace !!
Happy New Year to all !!
98 · Mar 2020
Illusions of Resurrection
Mourning the summer solstice as it screams by,
steaming like a freight train racing toward the sun;
Frantic, electric, a furious quest gathering speed,
following an unknown path to a lost memory.

Burning waters beneath the green shade of tall,
winsome trees,
Eternal springs of summer's love, despondent now,
with endless apathy.
Beauty--bound and gagged--captured, held tight
as a fist,
setting its table among tangled, twisted weeds,
awaiting the arrival of forgotten seasons--
Discovering true summer in the tender torture of
gentle souls.

Alongside country roads of brown-red clay,
where wildflowers shrivel, fade and die,
Teardrops stream then melt into Mother Earth,
foretelling the approaching frost, darker and deeper,
than a February night,
Before summer could grasp our hands, pulling us
backward, downward, spiraling into the boiling abyss.

And the freight train bears down, piercing the fog,
roaring forward into the misty horizon;
Heavy walls of moisture daring us to breathe,
finally relenting, a nightmare blown away in ashes.

Drops of glistening sweat dissipate
as knife-bladed breezes bring wintry storms,
white and barren, icy and harsh,
With the trains raging journey exposed--
transcending all emptiness, the hollow desire.

Suddenly, an epiphany amidst the dashed hopes
of mortals,
where mystical tales float within the mind's orbit--
Solemnizing the steady, stinging rain---waiting for an
eternity of sparkling stars--cascading, erupting, exploding
into pieces of dust and stone,
Justifying our existence beneath the heavens.

The separation of God and Man only an illusion,
as the train slows down through sacred hills,
Defying the cluttered search for truth,
now existing as the chosen instrument of change and
ultimate sacrifice--
And one shared moment of clarity among the ruins.
96 · Jun 2020
Behind the Sun
My heart surrenders its shadow to you,
the guardian of all that's warm, good, and real--
Forever my soul's bountiful gift.

I walk in grace--
For you are my honor, my restful sleep of peace,
My fortune, my future.

Now is our time--there is no waiting,
the hunger fed, the thirst quenched--
Hope revived beyond solitude,
Love lingering amidst the clouds--
No longer hidden,
               behind the sun.
96 · Jun 2020
Radiance
The sun-splashed images dance freely,
revealing a welcome sight of early June;
Outside goldfinches gather at the feeders,
and fight for every morsel until noon.

A *** of lemon tea sits on my table,
a morning invitation for my senses;
I fill a porcelain cup and sip the brew,
its tartness lively as the tongue caresses.

I stroll happily among the billowing lilacs,
embellishing the garden with their hue;
Then sit upon the wicker bench beside them,
and inhale the scented air so fresh and new.

As nature paints its radiance before me,
in a glowing scene of solace and delight;
Awakening my spirit toward the heavens,
with gratitude for such loveliness and light.
95 · Jun 2020
Crossing Paths
Summer's breath of fire calls,
appearing now in burning squalls;
Mistaken for the candle's light,
which crosses paths of eerie nights.

A midnight storm then sweeps away,
the golden images of children at play;
In the morning dew our visions lie,
as reflections mirror a turbulent sky.

Resounding through our raging hours,
tormented by our hopes devoured;
The water's edge at nature's stream,
revives the emptiness of dreams.

Let's fly through days which tell the story,
of sweetened honeysuckle's glory;
In green grasses lingers a sound retreat,
our paths have crossed beyond defeat.
95 · May 2020
Imagination Station
The railway car glides along the line,
bringing us to our fated destiny;
The churning of the wheels below,
screech louder still in close proximity.

With enemies waiting in a starlit station,
I gather my packages with haste;
the family curse biting away at night,
We're captives of the nomadic chase.

They sent for us during winter's storms,
to carry out the duties of a raging war;
Between enduring legends of the countryside,
and those whose thoughts burnt ancient scars.

The frenzied lot coaxed us into wagons,
with cheap wine and women of the street;
Fear engulfed my heavy heart of stone,
and my brothers shouted for a brief retreat.

Corralled into a filthy barn of horses,
and cows who moaned throughout the night;
I hugged the eldest whose eyes were empty,
and climbed onto a horse and took to flight.

Awakening now from the deepest sleep,
I saw a young man from my dreary stare;
who covered me in a blanket of straw,
Which soothed me from the cool night air.

It was then I realized my family was safe,
the fighting and bloodshed never came to pass;
As my brothers had escaped into the woods,
and my dream-like state shattered like an hourglass.
Watching far too many Westerns during our time at home ! (lol). Hoping to build this into a "real story" some day in the future.  
FEM
94 · Nov 2020
Crystallized
In moments reflecting wonders,
of mirrored faces biding time;
And songs that play in harmony,
with words which never rhyme--

Crystallized in sudden sparks,
are hopes and dreams delayed;
Despite a promise tried and true,
we tend toward mass dismay.

And what if clouds above us reigned,
like the chieftains of our clan ?
And their rivalry begins and ends,
with notions that are grand ?

We seem to sulk about the world,
in heavy-hearted manners;
But crystallized within our souls,
what's left is all that matters.
94 · Jul 2020
Reliance on Memory
Distinct from every other way of thinking,
a memory casts its mystic clouds and visions;
Depending solely on the inner psyche's stance,
which wistfully calls upon each core illusion.

At once a faded thought from years gone by,
can generate and embellish countless scenes;
Which built a secluded world of cryptic moments,
that haunt our days and deepen our twilight dreams.

"Remembering When" can often be quite frightening,
or touch our hearts and souls through spiritual phases;
The sunny days of wonder pass by too quickly,
from vacant eyes which turn away their gaze.

Down the precious path of love's connection,
within swirling thoughts determining our fate;
We seek the clearest answers to lifelong questions,
when 'crossing over' toward heaven's open gate.
94 · Jun 2020
Forever Bonded
Here we are in the NOW of life,
waiting for something to change;
Suffering through channels of hurt,
hoping for days to be rearranged.

Forever bonded our souls together,
despite the many trials we've faced;
Searching for an answer to arrive,
before our fragile lives are erased.

Coveting the silence of our world,
while shadows haunt the sphere;
With sounds of echoes from the past,
we forge ahead despite our fears.

No matter the cost of recovery,
while maintaining a level of sanity;
We sense a heartbeat's message to,
prepare for the soul of humanity.
94 · Nov 2020
Daunting
The tragic scene before us gives us pause,
to wonder why the universe is spinning;
Above the treetops birds still sing their songs,
but we wonder if the chirping's just beginning.

As Nature unfolds its seasons throughout time,
our restless hearts defy an ancient scroll;
To move ahead through passages of honor,
as every ghastly moment takes its toll.

A daunting task creates the sense of fear,
which permeates the air in sordid silence;
Despite relief which clarifies its meaning,
and endeavors to spurning acts of self-reliance.

Humanity has the opportunity to grow,
into the willing sense of hope for the future;
Discouragement in times of grief is normal,
but generations have shown abilities to nurture.
If we don't dismay, we can beat this pandemic ! FEM
94 · Sep 2020
Ritual
Rambling thoughts run through my mind,
ruminating, stirring, creating chaos;
I've awakened to these many times,
and wondered if I was still dreaming.

But looking around I see the truth,
of the inescapable boundaries here;
And cause my wanderings to appear,
as strange revelations outside my skin.

The walls close in around my eyes,
the ceiling becomes a monstrous roof;
Which suffocates me inside a world,
of wasteful moments of pain and fear.

Then--a sudden spark within my soul,
lifts me up through all the haze;
As confidence wins its rightful place,
and Divinity placates my troubled home.

My eyes will see what they're meant to see,
and I'll live this day most peacefully !
The inspiration that comes from spiritual awakening can seep through our souls at the most chaotic times !
93 · Jun 2019
Uncertain Fate
As if falling from the highest hill,
breathless and disconcerted;
While the earth revolves so rapidly,
its motion a forceful assertion.

My thoughts are jumbled in disbelief,
of this quizzical dilemma;
The longest mile I've yet to climb,
sets forth an improbable agenda.

Just another shadowed episode,
in a sorry life of mass confusion;
For days the tricks have played upon,
my troubled soul in sorrowful delusion.

How do I survive these lonely times,
when my destiny seems quite uncertain?
While an undecided mission lies,
far behind a darkened curtain ?

So often lives are tossed about,
like tiny boats on a stormy sea;
Yet strength of will soon guides us,
from a spiritual source of energy.

For now I'll cease to wonder if,
my future will ever be realized;
While I plant my feet on solid ground,
with a burning hope I can survive .
93 · Apr 2019
Essence of Truth
Honesty fuels the learning process,
opening doors and windows wide;
At its core there's pure emotion,
within a sphere where thoughts abide.

With solid emphasis on mass appeal,
to follow paths of common knowledge;
The essence stirs in forward movement,
carrying ideals over life's lofty bridge.

The beating heart can tell the tale,
of past betrayals which easily lie;
Within the shadows of destiny's will,
wherever false prophets lived and died.

Each spirit will embrace a noble cause,
unleashing righteousness from divinity;
As ultimate truths are raised on high,
pressing onward to cosmic infinity.
93 · May 9
The Last Goodbye
I walked the streets of the Northern Lights,
and photographed the arc of the sky--
It seemed much brighter than I'd ever known,
a wondrous haze just floating by.

Today I sit in the church alone,
while many others passed by my sight--
I lit a candle in the corner row,
as I felt a wave of silent night.

Where can I go to ease this loss?
the best of  my friends is gone--
The loneliness engulfs my soul,
reaching for stars and places unknown.

If only he were by my side,
the Northern Lights would shine for us--
And picture-perfect we would be,
like kindred spirits in outer space.
for my brother Leonard who passed away last year.
93 · Dec 2020
Rain-swept Delight
All across the yard leaves fly,
golden yet limp with rain;
A show of late-autumn's power,
as December stakes its claim.

Onyx clouds bundle together,
filled with frost and snow;
About to pass throughout the sky,
in painted streaks of indigo.

Grasses lay, no longer green,
yellowed and brown with time;
This season has its mellow moods,
as cardinals' songs wistfully rhyme.

Yet early December, I'll always remember,
the blossoming of a childlike prayer;
To cherish the joys of the holidays,
with blessings for peace everywhere.
92 · Jan 2019
Impressions
A smile, a song, the waves upon the sand,
we all seek deeper meanings to what we see;
A turquoise sky with streaks of sunny gold,
and the ominous roar of the raging sea.

A vivid painting by Cezanne or Monet,
the dappled canvasses of the natural world;
Their Impressionism is unique and flawless,
creating visions we all watch as they unfurl.

Our very hearts reach out to touch another,
with fervent hopes of conquering the fear;
That somehow a special person is not aware,
of our complex feelings...deep, intense and real.

We all have times when we think we know,
what happens when a hand touches our own;
Often we mistake it for favored friendship,
yet may demonstrate emotions vastly unknown.

As we view our lives through varied lenses,
despite the similarities of experiences we share;
It's up to us to dig further below the surface,
and fully discover the universal truths within our care.
I wrote this awhile ago, and hoped to improve on it, but alas, it remains pretty much the same yet I hope the message is clear--that life is filled with contradictions and the journey through its "Impressions" connect us all.
92 · Mar 2019
So Near, So Far
So near, so far, then utterly alone--
the wonderment of illusions,
Call out to escape meaning...
without sensing a conclusion.

So far, then near, I feel the fear--
of a never-ending story,
Without the glory seething,
in spiritual repent.

Ruminations wandering--
some have rambled into the brambles,
Where distant hearts live in shambles,
then find their way home.

Nomads all, we seekers fall--
remaining innocent as children,
Lying asleep at night,
our plight--to discover how far,
how near, where magic starts and ends--
Forgives and pretends, but fades away...

Yet..how near, how far, the water's edge--
let me hear your honored pledge,
To be forever bound to lasting love,
watching seagulls up above...so far away.
91 · Mar 2019
Voices from the Trees
The long walk to the forest glen kept me on my toes,
a journey of total majesty had assuaged my deepest woes;
Over scented hills of jade all covered with lilacs blooming,
through meadows soft and sweet where honeybees were zooming.

Turning my head I felt a thrill on this lovely April morn,
looking back I could see our house beyond the fields of corn;
But exploring through the ancient trees became my daily routine,
where voices singing amidst the woods rise up peaceful and serene.

I can't tell you how many times I've wandered there,
each footstep blessed by the warm country air;
From emerald-green maples, russet elms, and prickly firs,
singing musical melodies of eternal hope that truly stir.

Birds chimed in a harmony which set my heart to dance,
with tawny squirrels gathered 'round the deer as if in a trance;
Magic whirled around my head with mystical sounds within my ears,
was something special I'd never forget through the many coming years.

I never told my folks or friends about these lovely trips,
perhaps I didn't want to share the promise I had kept;
To Nature all around us where glossy lakes are crystal clear,
that I'd treasure forever this earthly bounty...never letting it
disappear !
A childhood fantasy of mine...it was so sublime !
91 · Apr 2020
Cocoon
As we bathe in the glow of an amber moon,
and ****** green grasses wet with dew;
We cuddle within love's sweet cocoon,
our eyes opened wide as emotions swoon.
Brief but tender, don't you think ? (smile)
90 · Apr 2019
Second Serenade
The wild winds yielded a tragic tale,
and with it a song of sadness;
It seemed to serenade me along,
the pathway to righteousness.

Opening my heart from pain and hurt,
after such a horror touched my heart;
No comfort there to warm me,
or quell the shadows of the dark.

Sinister serenade with drums beating,
twisted the knife deep down inside;
Musical mayhem leaving me empty,
through the many tears I'd cried.

But then the winds somehow calmed,
as wicked thoughts were soon abating;
And November floated far from here,
with its slate-gray images dissipating.

An eerie calm disturbed the air,
yet the day became drenched in Spring;
With a serenade floating from the sky,
a second song to soothe my aching.

I recall the day this sorrow occurred,
with remembrances of what I'd lost;
But best of all I renewed my faith,
in the spirit of sweet music's touch.
89 · Mar 2019
Downpour
Torrential rains fill river's mighty force,
enlarging spacious depths unto the sea;
With roaring motion's flow enveloping,
the reeling sense of its enormity.

Blowing winds now following the pace,
growing colder in a whirling sequence;
The stealthy waters climb up the hills,
bringing each tree its required sustenance.

Empty and alone the day has been,
blackened clouds erupting full;
Attempting to ward off lightning's wrath,
we hide from nature's awesome pull.

Then we feel ourselves floating forward,
as winds subside with our fears abating;
And the ocean's waves now cleansed and clear,
honoring the infinity of God's creations.
89 · Mar 2019
EXISTENCE
All around the world we go,
following a trail of fallen snow;
Keeping within a boundary built,
like a fortress of stark aging stone.

When will we discover peace,
a place to rest our weary bones ?
Where is the proper pathway to,
that place we've never known ?

Such worry brings us to our knees,
with ruminating thoughts of fear and disease;
Among the ruins we bravely climb,
trying to keep our hearts aligned.

Then in one another's eyes we find,
that strength, the Will of humankind;
And with the force of the rising sun,
we finally reach where we belong.
Oh, this is a very old poem, and you can tell I've changed the tempo along the way, but I thought it had a good message, so here it is, folks ! I'll try to rewrite it in better form...one day ! Thanks to all who read it !!
88 · Aug 2020
Vision of Light
Somewhere ahead on the narrow road,
beyond the turquoise sky;
I see the brightness gleaming,
above the hills so high.

This vision leaps as in a dream,
and swirls around in space;
Quivering with such intensity,
it resembles a spiritual place.

The Lord has a way of showing us,,
that He's the one we seek;
And walking alone in this quiet town,
I seemed very small and meek.

My eyes were strained and red with dust,
from the dirt along the road;
The river rose in awesome stillness,
while the trees swayed to and fro.

One ray of light a fortune provides,
for those who search for peace;
And faith lies within our restful souls,
with a hopeful spirit of release.

Change takes time yet we all know,
that inner sense of sight;
Can truly match the colors which,
bounce from the prism of light.
This is one of my earliest poems...at this crucial time here in the USA we could use some spiritual guidance !
88 · Jul 2020
Web of Secrets
Caught inside tales of mystery and crises,
borne from the ladders of indifference;
While resting upon laurels that denounce,
the costly notions which defy significance.

In essences of trials stolen and subverted,
the seemingly well-crafted words expressed;
Discovering every nuance in abundance,
protected in a myriad of rhymes obsessed.

Eternally woven through threads of time,
a master class designed for mystic wonders;
Some secrets soon arrive at caution's door,
relentless in the sounds of roaring thunder.

Revealing all the dark and hidden nightmares,
soon forgotten are the wasted hours in silence;
When secrets hushed and empty stirred about,
as countless drops of rain fell down in torrents.
87 · Jul 2021
Into the Night
Colder and wetter the evening grew,
with bouts of rain sweeping through;
In darkness were all the colors of night,
an opalescent gleam came into sight.

Worrisome thoughts ruminating still,
I tried to shake off the wintry chill;
Wrapped up inside a blanket of red,
while sitting at the edge of my bed.

The hallway echoed the sounds of fear,
I knew that the end could soon be near;
Fragile and weak my hands gripped tight,
as a child I was always afraid of the night.

I reached for a candle to light my way,
toward the bay window in sheets of gray;
One bolt of lightning disrupted my mind,
I prayed to the Lord that He be most kind.

Suddenly I awakened with sweaty palms,
the room was tranquil with an eerie calm;
Had it been a nightmare that followed me home,
or a memory of childhood when left alone ?

God spared me one more frightening event,
it seemed like this peace was heaven-sent;
An angel must have heard my fervent pleas,
So I dropped to the floor--on grateful knees.
Whenever in trouble, look to the heavens !
87 · Apr 2019
If Only Now...
If only now we'd discover nature's touch,
the earth's boundless gifts so rare and pure;
Our hearts would sing along in open air,
And our days would seem tranquil and secure.

If only now we'd try to honor heaven's vows,
to share in mankind's woes around the world;
How marvelous to ease the pain of humanity,
attempting to destroy what poverty unfurls.

If only now our neighbors would be friends,
bringing joy and love to those who suffer daily;
The smiles of many strangers soon inspire,
each soul to rise and face each other freely.

If only now we'd think about the children,
who'll take our places in the years ahead;
Our vision would add on another dimension,
to cure each callous word that hate could spread.
This could be better, I'm sure, but "hope springs eternal", the old adage says, and that's what we desperately need in today's chaotic world !
86 · Apr 2019
Pledge of Truth
A soul rejects the hateful thoughts,
from folks who play the game;
Of pretense that provides a cover,
for some who seek to inflame.

In our hearts we know it's true,
that bias curbs our growth;
Diversity shines in cultures where,
one takes the pledge of truth.

If we want a land that's free and fair,
we must gather up our courage;
Instead of mocking fellow citizens,
and relying on useless rage.

The water is wide and we must cross,
to seek our own salvation;
With ways to float above the curse,
of Satan's plan to ruin our Nation.
85 · Apr 2020
Surreptitious Surrender
While dancing upon the leaves with serenity,
beneath the burgeoning trees of tranquility;
I watch the days settle in anodyne seclusion,
sweeping along the sands of seaside reunion.

Faltering slightly in pronounced expectations,
yet wrestling my inner soul's conflagrations;
At deep water's edge I nudge closer to sanity,
while reaping rewards of my own humanity.

My wounded heart cries despite the epiphany,
that rose amidst the dark world's cacophony;
In plangent roars it tore through reality,
as heavenly stars awakened in ecstasy.

Surrendering now as I touch sacred ground,
my bed of leaves emitting mellifluous sounds;
No words can defy what Nature has wrought,
surreptitiously leading to this holy spot.
85 · Nov 2020
Some Other Time
Glancing outward from my bedroom window,
I can see the old park bench worn with years;
The Autumn leaves have fallen all around it,
some have blanketed the seat like golden tears.

My world inside is filled with warmth and light,
a lovely crystal lamp stands by my bedside;
A few words of love are written to my sweetheart,
then I close my eyes while my heart cries.

The last few days have seemed vague and empty,
no letters have arrived at my front door;
He'd held me close and whispered words of love,
those feelings kept me strong and reassured.

But in this festive multi-colored season,
which usually cheers me through the holidays;
The wonder of it all has vanished quickly,
and sights of amber glow have gone astray.

I guess we sometimes live in a strange reality,
that things will stay the same and love will grow;
Some other time my questions will be answered,
and peace will reign along with winter's snow.
84 · Apr 2019
The Lazy Hour
Between work's end and dinner time,
a lazy hour can soothe our minds;
A glass of lemonade or tea,
will help relieve our anxieties.

We sit and watch the sun go down,
on fields of dawn beyond our town;
Wearing soft slippers on our feet,
these moments bring a special treat.

The air is fragrant with evening's bliss
and the children run by to grab a kiss;
All moms and dads wold surely say,
that time stands still for them today.

And soon we gather at the feast,
surrounded by loved ones at their seats;
We say our grace to thank the Lord,
for all we have--and so much more !
Grateful for family, and all that encompasses !
82 · Apr 2020
Unfolding
While disallowed in baseless rhetoric,
refuting solemn words' defeat;
Another triumph lost to angry sobs,
will garner flowers at our feet.

One more day exposing shame and doubt,
shall host a measured retribution;
When night descends in darkest hour,
dramatic signs reach their conclusion.

As weeping willows cast their shadows,
in lingering sweeps of solace defined;
While their hymns of righteous reflections,
color rainbows cast within our minds.

Yet the dawn unfolds in all its glory,
descending from the highest hill;
As solemnity's words conquer evil,
and love rises through mankind's will.
82 · Nov 2020
Skyward
Floating up into the haze of dawn,
clear words embrace the light above;
Carrying missives that will soon deliver,
their heartfelt sentiments of love.

We follow all the signals there,
the moon, the stars, the coral sun;
Painting pictures that inspire our souls,
like innocent children we begin as one.

Why so high, the calm and stable life ?
with gathering clouds to wash away;
The raging storms which fester inward,
when our thoughts have gone astray.

Look up and see a myriad of stars,
a portrait proclaimed by eager wraiths;
Which hold us in their gossamer hands,
to comfort the hurt and give us faith.
81 · Jul 2021
In Silence
The morning casts its light on us,
as we awaken to a brand new day;
You touch my hand and smile sweetly,
I sigh and kiss your shining face.

Tucked under cotton sheets we play,
our game of love 'till we're renewed;
Then gratefully rest upon our hearts,
as time arouses us--right on cue.

How generous is the spiritual life,
the soulful and sensual sights and sounds;
In silence they cast a shadow of faith,
caressing each moment--honor bound.

For love is always something soft,
gently rocking us through the ages;
And quietly whispers blessed words,
from the glow of our story's pages.
For my beloved husband, George.
80 · Apr 2019
The Rescue
Life isn't always what it seems to be,
the clear light of dawn brings hope and serenity;
Yet some folks are bombarded by anger and doubt,
and can't seem to fathom what life's all about.

The puzzled and heartsick can't count on the day,
to fulfill their wishes and chase cares away;
For the broken and fallen who just need a chance,
each tragic day holds them in a worrisome trance.

Some wish they could sleep and just fade away,
from the every day problems which sent them astray;
And others fear losing what little they possess,
a sweet photo or letter with their grandchild's address.

Then somehow the fading gradually declines,
when folks start to share their souls and their minds;
We're seekers who want to enjoy the small things,
which are gathered and carried on bright angels' wings.
My father used to say that no one gets through this world alone, completely on their own. I believe he was right !
78 · Apr 2019
The Valley of Hope
Wandering far down hills of green,
a valley steep called out to me;
In pursuit of something still not seen,
it seemed to hold a wealth of mystery.

Whispering shadows of emotions deep,
filled babbling brooks of nature's charity;
Then as if my soul were suddenly blessed,
I felt a wondrous sense of clarity.

I touched a flower not yet in bloom,
yet miraculously it began to flourish;
My ears were flush with precious sounds,
and my heart felt full and nourished.

For miles around the world appeared,
in most gracious and glorious harmony;
At one with Heaven's missive sent,
it cascaded through a perfect melody.

The wonders of this valley shows,
that the Lord lives everywhere;
His grace and hope that dwells within,
can soothe our daily troubles and cares.
76 · May 2020
Night Echoes
Before us waits the purple night,
which sends its echoes far and wide--
Its wisdom paints a palette of stars,
which sleep amid the pale moonlight.

The night dissolves in lustrous beams,
like roses kissed by flowing rains--
And violets pressed within each page,
of sainted bibles from ancestral chains.

Hearts float among the stirring sounds,
releasing tales of pain and sorrow--
Then echoes reach to touch the soul,
in mystical waves caressing tomorrows.

If only the echoes of night would allow,
the cycle of life's defining story--
To cast the sunshine in heavenly light,
rebounding in secret their majestic glory.
75 · Nov 2020
November Amber
Rounding slowly through the twilight,
appears a large November moon;
With smoky clouds surrounding it,
as Autumn's passion plays its tune.

A song that plays in harmony,
from the warming sparks of the fireplace;
Which crackle and mingle in frosty air,
swirling bright amber glow through space.

Outside the bronze leaves cover the ground,
blowing adrift 'cross the pumpkin patch;
While the misty sweetness of Fall's fragrance,
dances softly along in both taste and touch.

The promise of the harvest in full swing,
with scarecrows guarding our luscious crops;
And the children brace for a Thanksgiving Day,
when joys of the season never stop !

November brings hope to all who seek,
a future blessed with peace and calm;
With praise for God's abundant gifts,
showering us with His soothing balm.
For my cousin Debbie, a "child" of November ! FEM
74 · Apr 2020
Do Not Despair
With a burst of Spring the mind shall wander,
to fields of dawn and skies of light;
Never a thought remains for sadness,
when sunshine reaches everyone in sight.

Perhaps it's time to set the story straight,
from emerald pastures of the soul;
And glossy winds of honeyed fragrance,
with feelings of love which make us whole.

Bleak days have quickly vanished overnight,
replaced with hopes and dreams fulfilled;
While each barren space within our hearts,
becomes a golden vessel of spiritual renewal.

So do not despair, my friends, for heaven's here,
in the awakening of bees, buds, and birds;
And nothing ever fails in glorious Spring,
as sounds linger softly without the words.
72 · Apr 2020
Her Eyes
The sadness leaped from her soulful stare,
with worry and deep reflection;
As remnants of a sorrowful past,
flowed through haunting recollections.

While painful memories from childhood years,
still crept within her aching soul;
Determination set her mind to task,
worthy actions to reach her goal.

Challenges met her every movement,
setting pace for efforts designed;
To plan a scheme no other could match,
which she worked harder to define.

The power of the future often rests,
on the willingness to toss aside;
All fearful nights in honor bound,
with clear eyes that no longer cry.
71 · May 2019
In An Instant
Life floats along through a misty haze,
which rises up like a fiery blaze;
When every home is rattled and torn,
with lies whitewashed in utter scorn.

No one could find the mindless source,
which curved along with endless force;
And fear became quite commonplace,
while raiding hearts of the human race.

We never believed it could happen here,
we've always lived with hope and cheer;
Yet in the night intense with smoke,
the storm that gathered was no joke.

In an instant as the flames rose high,
a heavenly glow encompassed the sky;
It seemed to send a missive to earth,
that we should relish what we're worth.

Then water streamed its magic touch,
onto the fire we feared so much;
And never did we doubt again,
bright spirits will weave their glorious plan.
what's unexpected can often "save the day" !
70 · Feb 2020
Pride and Reflection
The days of thunderous applause denied me,
without 'honorable mentions' placed beside me;
Rampant chaos reaped within my hungry soul,
urgently follows a route from sensibility's role.

In loathsome words defining what's ahead,
my beating heart revives its chance to shed;
The multitude of tears which cast a shadow,
which falls across my face in muted sorrow.

For when dawn arrives beyond the grassy hills,
awakening the callous world from winter's chills;
I crawl from my bed and watch in fascination,
beseeching heavenly claims for my rejuvenation.

The fame and fortune sought from worthless gestures,
can stumble through with weak and thoughtless answers;
And doubtful questions posed from privilege and pride,
will forego the righteous path to humility's side.
68 · Mar 2020
The Need
Whisked away among the clouds,
as if hope had dissipated;
My heartfelt worries clearer now,
with frightful thoughts anticipated.

In streamlined streets of ashen gray,
the restless storms had rambled;
And tearful words dispersed among,
each whisper through the shambles.

Coaxed out of darkness with remorse,
were shadowy souls of silence;
With deep hunger for a siren's voice,
to resume in screaming defiance.

Hell on earth--a treacherous plague,
which can reach any one who breathes;
As the need for cure and comfort,
resides within a world that grieves.
for anyone touched by the Covid-19 virus...May God bless !
68 · Apr 2020
Finding Answers
It's often said that hope is blind,
and fear is the willing force;
More tender than the grass of Spring,
our souls have felt remorse.

We've walked along these river banks,
perfecting just what to say;
And in the solemnest of words,
questions rise up day by day.

The cold and damp have given pause,
to stop the wayward thoughts;
Now our minds reflect a wanting of,
life's lessons to be taught.

It's a mystical world where we reside,
cherished poets speak of grace;
As stars dance through the Milky Way,
and snow falls down like lace.

Yet here on earth our problems seem,
much too difficult to discern;
The river's frozen hard as stone,
as we quiver, crash, and burn.

The answers lie among the clouds,
in natural elements of being;
There's solace in our beating hearts,
as we discover what's worth seeing.

A million folks have come and gone,
walking the river's narrow path;
When finally a mere glimpse of sky,
dissolves the enduring wrath.

Now hope that is no longer blind,
and faith beyond its measure;
Will ward off the destined downfall,
with answers which can be treasured.
65 · Feb 2020
Inner Caverns (re-worked)
Phantoms drawn from the waiting hills,
devoid of notions unfulfilled;
In silence breaks their worrisome thought,
which contaminates every sacred plot.

At ease the dance of dawn alights,
caressing strains of fortune's might;
And with the chill of subsequent fears,
sing softly then slowly disappear.

The mountains shed an early snow,
which captivates in the daylight's show;
Then morning and night become the same,
toward the inner caverns of the waiting game.

As if in a trance the hours slip by,
where no one rests and no one cries;
Forever grieved these phantoms try,
to escape their fate borne from the sky.
65 · Mar 2020
Grains of Sand
Through callous and repressive stand,
life's bitter flow in grains of sand;
Releases powers that project,
their horrid schemes without regret.

In days of watching the hourglass,
the soul's intent is put to rest;
With memories of conscious will,
which carry missives to the hill.

And on that mountain in the sky,
are sandy peaks from which they fly;
Those denizens of humor dim,
in caricature of fading whim.

We pilot through the wanton ways,
that settle scores in master plays;
But when the evening calls our bluff,
all profits gained are not enough.
64 · Jan 2020
The Saddest Thing
Love hangs from the tree of happiness,
it often dangles and tangles its leaves;
Between the shadows of waning wonder,
calling out for someone to believe.

It floats from memory to memory,
scattering pictures throughout our minds;
Often it seems shaken and restless,
forging its visions from another time.

Scrambled missives falling from the sky,
reaching beyond the cool grassy hills;
Where the tree of love awaits its call,
disparaged--yet holding still.

But the sun arranges for brighter days,
which alight in joy and glory;
The saddest thing now flies away,
from the pain of an anguished story.

Then love nestles in the heart of town,
where the folks have seen the shine;
And share their gifts of friendship,
as love beckons to all mankind.
63 · Mar 2020
Revelations
Despite the haunting questions in my mind,
my words became a beacon in the dark;
I grabbed onto lines of favor and delight,
to capture all the lightning's eager spark.

I fought to scale the heights beyond the scope,
of imitating others whose words defined;
A limitless landscape depicting deep expression,
awakening thoughts which scattered over time.

Whenever I would write a lengthy stanza,
preposterous at times it may have seemed;
My heart would jolt inside me with a start,
to find I had created a worthwhile theme.

And when I found my voice had much to say,
far beyond the magical whirl of creativity;
Each script aligned in a calm and careful manner,
inspiring hope with cautious objectivity.
62 · Feb 2020
The Shadow of My Shadow
Along the path of righteousness,
rising notions that are limitless;
Promote the lights of love and cheer,
rejecting minds that live in fear.

Inside a world that's mostly gray,
someone will come to show the way;
Into a place which comforts all,
where spirits answer worthy calls.

Among the shadows that reappear,
are those which conquer souls from fear;
And when the road seems quite insane,
a friendly shadow takes the reins.

My shadow falls across the land,
preparing me to take a stand;
To help the lowly victims of,
the evil which destroys all love.

For when the dreams of angels die,
a second shadow fills the sky;
And empty hearts will soon recover,
with vows to cherish one another.
We are all shadows of one another, in a way...trying to serve as 'partners' in this crazy world of ours ! (an "oldie" from my "collection") !
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