LONG FOR A SONG

Lost in a long gone song finding that rhythm or rhyme starts to feed my heart

Blindly another one making its rounds as my mind absorbs those sounds

We always allow certain pieces to sink in a little more,something that sets them apart

Pleasing symbol for a new season,finding familiar feelings to raise our brows

Salutation for a graduation or caress a soul for an infatuation,often a whole new start

Croon to the Moon crescent or full ,howling out or in a lull, from within it's desire grows

Fondly we often await ,each serenade an open gate,as one ends something sets the next apart

Will that next verse be enough to feed my soul adding new momentum as it flows

Lullaby to lay us down ,new notes for the next crown ,magical music is our fine art

Strings or keys all meant to please ,master musicians do tease ,releasing their feelings as they compose

Aching for intake our innermost feelings are at stake, yet we allow new notes to enter
a new magic will be in the opening of our heart.R.C.

FEELING THE FOCUS

   When you peer into their eyes are they gleaming or scheming
   Awaiting the finality,heavy iron, stamping steel, dealt or dealing

   Making a decision,fast ,faster or grinding slowly maybe revealing
  still part of the cast,recessed but present ,grey but with feeling


  The highlight of the day ,enlightenment  is a chuckle from a box

A pin ***** will reveal rising or falling,encryption awaiting a description

Daily dose no longer measured in cups or cans ,now with capsules milligrams ,c.c.'s & shots

Far flung adventures simply ignored ,gains we made repaid in pain,life's chapters awaiting a final edition

Call from the hall is it final? mark another minute ,muse from the news appearing more & more like robots

Still daily fun can be found as we dilly dally listening to silly sally, our grin has become the new ammunition

List from a bucket now turned into a tale from a pail,less attention paid to flowcharts

Daily thought more passive replacing anxious or fraught,most matters taking on a new definition

Today time is quickly lost, move forward at all cost, no time for a recount,luckily we've paid the price now with knowledge to hurdle new roadblocks.R.C.

LOST & FOUND  

Began a day without a need to pray,nice to not feel an inner danger

Facsimile of a failure ventures in from the twilight,moments rest leaves us hoping for the best

Softness still lost in sleeps caress,focus with hope and not to release anger

Patiently peel away layers before they become lost in the abyss,another mornings test

Black is blind,no light still kind, lingering in lamina,slowly unfolding awaiting an answer

Unfolding fear, which way it may steer remains unclear,nights patterns assessed will help align our daily quest

Will we care if caught in the demon's lair ,rethinking if it will become our master

Reality often hardened ,time tested not based on theory,the truth we come to detest

What has it cost to have turned & tossed,maybe to find this time to have avoided disaster

Now relief instead of grief ,life will again allow new growth instead of keeping it suppressed

Game of chance no signal in advance but for now we find relief instead of grief blessed with another moment to enjoy the laughter. R.C.

GRANDMA'S THANKSGIVING
"Over the river and thru' the woods to Grandmother's house we go."

No, we don't go to Grandma's house anymore.
As we did away back in days of yore.

But we still remember the good times we had.
The caring and love, tho' times were bad.

Grandpa saying Grace in his old German ways.
Grandma in her apron; those were the days.

It all started about nineteen-fifteen,
With it's tall White house and big red barn.

Come Thanksgiving, with no relatives near,
They gathered with neighbors to bring Holiday Cheer.

To the four-mile schoolhouse they came all together,
With families and food -- no matter the weather.

For each pioneer mother did her very best
To cook her special treats and out do the rest.

And give thanks for gardens and neighbors so near,
They brought and shared gladly their food and good cheer.

The children had practiced for weeks., come what may.
For each had a piece to  be given that day.

A song to be sung, maybe a poem read from a card, ,
While the Wheezie old ***** was pumped very hard.

When all the program was over and done,
On to Grandma's and Grandpa's for more food and fun.

A few years later instead of the farm we'd go,
To the old Rock  House -- home of Tena and Joe.

Eventually the group grew too large and so
To Potwin Community House we did go.

So today we give thanks for a legend in our time,
For Grandpa and Grandma and the memories they left behind.

And for friends and aunts, uncles and cousins,
We come altogether each year by the dozen.

to remember the past and visit a while here.
Then to say Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

- Doris G -- 1983

BROKEN MEMORY

Was it a whole illustration or simply an illusion adrift in pieces of my mind

Nothing particular to pick or choose ,reaching into blackness how will I know what was lost

Meandering behind mayhem ,enveloped in precaution,lingering with each new find

Reality wanting to win while we partially block some sin,slow mornings waiting to defrost

Shattered mirrors reflect many images ,particles positioned, connections intertwined


Retrospective reasons fail to fall in line ,but maybe we remain eager to replace them at all cost

Let it rest some might say ,their own thoughts are not just patchwork to play ,climbing
like jungle vine

Staying outside my mind's line ,enter at our own risk,new views often have a twist

Make thoughts work just another twerk,agree for the need would be just fine

Drama dangles never ending angles ,feeds upon weakness while reading that lost list

Maturity should rely upon sincerity ,popping bubbles from past crashes should help enlighten ,clearing our mind to help our futures shine R.C.

OUR MEMORY IS THEIR MEMORIAL
Family's plight for a now lost vision that ended none to bright

Unknown fate was their open gate ,being alone yet surrounded by so many others

Friend's or enemy's  comrade or foe ,could have become mates if they would have met under a different light

Many went with never a chance to prevent, facing factors set upon them by unknown actors

Fledgling feelings of patriotism maybe soon to be cast aside, as the rockets red glare explode with the largest might

Hearts at home worry as their soul mates roam ,saving some unknown people from meaningless matters

Hoards of humans cast onto sides ,winning by numbers & a line in the sand,some left to go home alone but left shuddering in fright

A single life lost casts a long shadow ,nameless,faceless kin removing a notch from genealogy,loving memory's as the tears scatter

Brothers in arms, soul mates of the sea make a pact to go out together ,but all are not chosen so the others live a lifetime in plight

Pause for the cause maybe to give all we can give, but as we go  our closest relations are just left to start a new chapter

Ample amounts of Flags & wreaths now a simple marker ,white marble crosses assume they know the religion of the soul that took flight

Many speak of while others grieve for victims of war, when people left at home now carry the heaviest anchor

Medals of honor or purple hearts bring the greatest weight when the grim reaper chose the fate,now the many,many other friends even foes are left to  cry in the new daylight or to read the prayers by candlelight. R.C.

DREAM IN THE DARK

Backed into a corner ,laying low looking forlorn why can't it simply be bright in the morn

Brightest entrance  steering me across the house's floor,one step too many dropping again below another dank cellar door

Maybe moments saved in reserve so all the danger is a temporary stranger,laying in wait like the next storm

How often have we been blinded by bliss,feelings hidden by a warm kiss that carries to our core

Images split when lacking grit our common way is with wit,some days linger ,will it sap all our strength to mourn

Blessed are the babies with basic needs,growth desires deep energy ,adding life in layers ,good or bad but always more

We let our minds play fancy, not reaching in to deep just gently dancing ,silent edges become the norm

Nothing old is near what we can not feel can not be feared,simple suppression now a common daily chore

Many may plead to open up,hard to  pour from an empty cup,what can be built with an empty form

Rock solid not even a blink,emotion controlled through a wink,stone cold ,lacking passion leaves little to explore

Long buried inhibitions can't make an exhibition,  keeping commotion buried will just leave us harried,sometimes facing rearward can leave us reborn.R.C.