Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Explorers of Hope



Linking with Poets United for Mid Week Motif ~Human
Also linking with Imaginary Gardens for The Tuesday Platform brought to us by the lovely Sanaa
and because my thyroid medicine has made me feel so much better I am also linking with The Sunday Muse Come join us!


Your children are not your children.  They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.  ~Kahlil Gibran


We fly like sparks from the flickering flame
out toward greener pastures
our cells fueled by stardust
Halley's Comet racing across the sky
we leave our mark in due time
for every sparrow soon learns to fly
by leaping wings first
 from tree limb
or giving hands
humans are souls 
that search for 
meaning
marvel
and purpose
beyond the confines of home
explorers of hope
from one generation to another
grandfather to grandson
Earth to Moon
Moon to Mars
dreams expand
like wings in flight
we are dreamers indeed
our cells are fueled by stardust
and like all loving children
we will one day return
to what our souls call home
the glittering heavens

Tuesday, June 5, 2018

When Players Play


Courtesy Google Images

Linking with Imaginary Gardens for the Tuesday Platform brought to us by Sanaa
Also linking with The Sunday Muse for muse # 7
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"Sticks and stones are hard on bones
Aimed with angry art,
Words can sting like anything
But silence breaks the heart."
~Phyllis McGinle


Why was your love always a cadence in E minor with a sad melody quick to come to a close?
Did you not see me here with my strong voice always holding every note?

The piano that I loved is abandoned now lost and quiet like feathers when they fall.
These days the only tone that rings out is your cell phone, but it won't be me who calls.

My love would have played you an orchestra with trombones and drums as I dance and I sing.
But all you wanted was a player piano and loud sex that technically had no strings.

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Sailors, Soldiers, and Saints

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Linking with Imaginary Gardens for The Tuesday Platform brought to us by Rommy
also linking with The Sunday Muse
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“The Brave die never, though they sleep in dust:  Their courage nerves a thousand living men.”
~ Minot J. Savage



To all the lost sailors and every soldier, my attempt at thank you is like a whisper in a hail storm
. It could never be enough.
 For those who sacrifice life, and limb so that I may abundantly live in freedom’s trust.

I have never known the brunt of war, because you paid for my freedom at the ultimate price.
No earthly possession of magnificence could ever re-pay you even if I tried.

So instead of thoughts and mere spoken words, my pledge to you is this:
To take this gift you have given like a pirate’s treasure and make it a beautiful life well lived.

I shall reach out with wings like angels and eagles and soar instead of perch in place.
I will leave a mark, not like pencil nor chalk, but one that time cannot erase.

Yes, I will walk in abundance choosing to grow, blossom and truly thrive.
I will not complacently lay stagnant and just attempt to simply survive.

I will live my life with passion and purpose, like a missionary in a foreign land
I will choose to make a difference, and for what truly matters I will stand.

My offering is plain and simple; I will give back by being a blessing every time I can
That is my pledge to the brave, living and fallen and every woman, child and man.

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

They Call Her Gemini




Linking with Imaginary Gardens for the Tuesday Platform, brought to us by Sanaa
and also linking with The Sunday Muse
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"Gemini is a lover and a fighter....rolled into one."
~Anonymous

She is a thicket of rare fruits and flowers somewhere in the middle of a barren land
Do not try to eat the berries dear nor try to understand
She is a snowbird that has ventured out far beyond the cold into the warm beach’s sand
Do not try to count the miles off course dear nor try to understand
She is a profound riddle written with invisible ink with a true left hand
Do not try to read it without glasses dear nor try to understand
She is a smorgasbord table with no food, but fine china from a distant land
Do not drink the wine she drinks dear nor try to understand
She is a long scarf for two that is worn by merely one like a single flag for each and every man
Do not let the flag fall dear, nor try to understand
She is a parallel universe that beckons millions, but only one may truly stand
Do not enter without knocking dear, nor try to understand.

Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Remarkable Calamities



Linking with Imaginary Gardens for The Tuesday Platform brought to us by Sanaa
Also linking with The Sunday Muse
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"Nothing is so common-place as to wish to be remarkable."
~ Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr


Like an eccentric artist life re-makes me
over and over again
building me up high
like a big city skyscraper
then burning me down
to ash
just to remold me
better and
stronger
lovely to the soul's eye
but do not be foolish
for
i am an endeavor
an arduous journey
that no missionary
would volunteer for
a vessel unseaworthy
a tiger with not all my stripes
a film not yet developed
a plant with few leaves
but there is growth
it is a process
with slow progress
a becoming of sorts
the lessons re-shape me
the alchemy of scrap metal
turned to coins of a greater worth
the cost of expansion
is a heavy price
a thousand bruises and tears
one hundred skinned knees
and many sleepless nights.





Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Wild Journey

LInking with Imaginary Gardens for the Tuesday Platform brought to us by Sanaa


How stunning are the changes which age makes in a man while he sleeps!  ~Mark Twain

It has been a wild journey
 and my soul has weathered many a storm
but my heart lost the sturdy umbrella
a long time ago
this makes for a sloppy passage
and wet shoes
I used to leap over puddles with ease
but now I tend to 
wade through slowly
like a used jalopy bus
in the rain
I don't mind a little mud
just give me somewhere warm
to dry my socks
and take a load off with friends of a feather
and I am happy
there is a luxury a mature heart knows
the comfort of knowing not to rush
and of course the wild journey of the past
has given us bad knees. 

Monday, April 9, 2018

Tread the City with an Open Heart

Linking with The Sunday Muse for our first picture prompt.
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Also linking with Imaginary Gardens for "The Tuesday Platform"


The heart carries loads that the hands cannot. ~Matshona Dhliwayo


Give your heart to a sailor it may get lost at sea
Takes a wild soul to do such things
But hoard your heart like a bitter old coot
May be stealing your own joyous loot
Takes a wise heart to see it clear
That being a giver makes for richer years
Those that are takers and hold on tight
End up weary from such wasted might
So tread the city with an open heart
That is when angel’s blessings soon impart


Tuesday, March 13, 2018

When Big Men Weep

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 linking with Imaginary Gardens for "The Tuesday Platform"
Brought to us by Sanaa 

"Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries.  Without them humanity cannot survive."
~ Dalai Lama



It is a true expedition of the heart when big men weep
for walls are broken and lines of hate vanish when hearts open wide
humanity's song is a cry that echoes loudly
in a place large with solace where camaraderie of the spirit is found
it is not a luxury but an utter need to connect and feel
a need held by the eccentric the fool and the wise
we are human we reach out
we fall alone
yet together
we rise.

Saturday, March 3, 2018

The Memory of Slipping

Crepuscule
Heinrich Kuhn (1897)

Linking with Imaginary Gardens for "Camera FLASH"  Brought to us by Kerry



"Nature is a haunted house ~but art~ is a house that tries to be haunted."
~ Emily Dickinson


The memory of slipping has its hold on me
so I fight the fall with all the strength I have
grasping at straws like they are railing
on the empire state building
trying to control a fall
is similar to trying to restrain a bullet 
after the trigger has been pulled
but still I try with diligence 
each step carefully laid out
like a Methodist worship service
but the hymnal is not in my hands
one cannot hold faith and fear
so fiercely at the same time
letting go requires a certain courage
the kind of strength that trees and rivers know.





Saturday, January 27, 2018

A Certain Affliction


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Linking with Poets United
for Midweek Motif ~ Weapon

Brought to us by Sumana Roy


I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.
 ~James Baldwin



Love heals broken souls but only if they are willing and open to the treatment otherwise hate and bitterness seep in like a slow leak or a long disease

It is a certain affliction that spreads from mind and heart to soul for the mind can be a deadly weapon when it is enclosed in the suffering of hate leading only to tools that tear down instead of tools that build up

You ask why would one hold on to such a backbreaking burden I say maybe if they let go they fear they will have nothing left to hold  emptiness can be a heavy burden to bear when there is no love to fill in the broken places


For love heals broken souls but only if they are willing and open to the treatment otherwise hate and bitterness seep in like a slow leak or a long disease.






Tuesday, January 23, 2018

To Not Be Forgotten

~Courtesy Carrie's desk at work~

Linking with Imaginary Gardens for The Tuesday Platform
~Today is National Handwriting Day.~
So we are celebrating the art of hand-inking our thoughts and feels into words.
Brought to you by Magaly

Come join us!


There are thousands of thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up the pen and writes. ~William Makepeace Thackeray


Like soft spoken children they nudge me on the arm
and refuse to be forgotten
getting my attention one way or another
words
they have been a foe
and my faithful friend
an adored lover
and an annoying neighbor
relentless yet true
giving me a chance
to not just speak
but truly be heard
and ultimately strive
to not be forgotten.


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I used to write to not be forgotten
now I write to not forget
I spent years
filling pages upon pages
 with words and thoughts
ideas and rhymes 
hoping to be heard
and I still do
but now
I also have lists
upon lists of things
I need to do
it seems 
that list
never ends.........and
I am in a never ending cycle
of forgetting things on the list.



Thursday, January 18, 2018

Takers of the Land

Courtesy Google Images


Linking with Imaginary Gardens for "Wordy Thursday" with Wild Woman ~ The Tree Sisters
Imagined by Sherry


The groves were God’s first temples. ~William Cullen Bryant, “A Forest Hymn” 






We are takers
takers of the land
using what builds our mansions
using what we can
inflating egos like balloons
then building high rises and their parking lots
cement stretched out for miles
we document our accomplishments
 diploma's displayed on walls
we are takers 
takers of the land
using what will build our cities
using what we can
S T O P
maybe it is time we started giving back!

The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit. ~Nelson Henderson




Saturday, January 13, 2018

Skinned Up Knees

Courtesy Google Images

Linking with Imaginary Gardens for "Fussy Little Forms" ~ Chained Rhyme
Imagined by Marian

A "Chained Rhyme" is where  the last syllable or word of each line is followed by a rhyme on the first word or syllable of the next line.
Here is my attempt:

"Don't spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door."
~Coco Chanel



I used to think that my skinned up knees were from the asphalt
fault always seemed easy to find in the path ahead
instead I learned that it was my own steps taken
break en' my groove all by myself and my choice in directions
affections drove me like gravity and magnet's pull
full of lessons learned down gravel roads
closed with signs say en' danger ahead
in red clear as day, but I kept going anyway!