patient
frozen
alone
disappointed
cold
lost
pondering
waiting
searching for awe
recall of life signposts
seizing the moment
retreat
11 Nov 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: awe, breathing in the sweetness, chaos, expelling the sigh of contentment, innocence, its own, its tender skin, life's pink cheek, moon, parent twinkle in the eye, retreat, smells the tribe, stars, stepping back, watercolor of Quenby by Jeanne
watercolor of Quenby by Jeanne
stepping back from chaos
looking up with awe
innocence sees parent twinkle in the eye
against the stars
the glow of the moon
and smells the tribe its own
breathing in its sweetness
expelling the sigh of contentment
life’s pink cheek
its tender skin…
sanctuary
10 Nov 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: a safe shelter, chain, clothe, crown, dispurse, give wing, limitless power, ratiating the divine?hold, sacred beginning, sanctuary
is sanctuary
a safe shelter
or
a sacred beginning of limitless power
radiating
the divine?
Does it hold or disburse?
chain or give wing?
clothe?
or
crown?
weathered
07 Nov 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: 2020, a sense of agency, confusing owner's manual, Connie Wanek, customer service, earth, FAQ, For a Change, humans didn't understand basics of service, illustrated steps with a little angel, Kingdom of God is within you, Nov 7, r, translations are inscrutable, weathered, website
For a Change
by Connie Wanek
Earth had become a job that required
constant customer support.
Humans didn’t seem to understand
the basics of their service.
Mrs. God suggested a standard message
when people first connected:
The Kingdom of God is within you.
“Honestly I think it gives them
a sense of agency,” she said.
But God thought the problem stemmed
from a confusing owners’ manual.
“Some of these translations are inscrutable,”
he said, paging through the dense instructions.
“What about a series of drawings,
where steps would be illustrated with a
puzzled little angel, sort of like IKEA?
And of course an extensive
FAQ on the website.”
“It’s worth a try,” said Mrs. God. “The most
important thing is that people know
they’re getting accurate information.”
“For a change,” said God.
“For a Change” by Connie Wanek. Used with the permission of the author.
Nov 7, 2020
Glory be to the Father, Son and Spirit
06 Nov 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: Amen!, blessing, Clears away every tear, forever, glory, Glory Be to the Father Son And Holy Spirit, He shelters you, He shepherds you, honor, Italic Calligraphy by Jeanne, might, Power, Rev 7:9-17, Thanksgiving, Washes you in the blood of the Lamb, widdom
Rev 7: 9-17
Italic Calligraphy by Jeanne
blessing
glory
wisdom,
thanksgiving,
honor
power,
might,
be to our God forever
He shelters you
He shepherds you
Washes you in the blood of the Lamb
Clears away every tear!
Amen!
Where Does Poetry Come From?
04 Nov 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: balancing between earth and sky, blown by wind, doppelgangers, Energy's Child, my Rogue, QWK SLVER, rooted in roads, undercover, waiting for the light, Where Do Poems Come From?, wizards
Energy’s Child
riding atop my Rogue
are poems.
rooted in roads
blown by wind
balancing between earth and sky
like fairy folk
wizards,
droll trolls
doppelgängers
undercover
waiting
for the light
energy
04 Nov 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: a quicksilver shock, energy, satellite sends me, selfie, serenity sets me down subtly, swiftly in soul swipe
selfie
satellite
sends me
swiftly
in soul swipe
serenity
sets me down
subtly
a
quicksilver
shock
the worth of man
31 Oct 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: Adult "WOM Poems, davidharrison, Don Barrett, girth, labor, not bank account, on this old earth, pitching hay, the worth of man, under cover, vehicle, what you do with your time, work
under cover
Don Barrett commented on Adult “W.O.M.” Poems.
in response to davidlharrison:
October poem
I’ believe you can tell a mans’ worth.
Not by his bank account, his vehicle or his girth.
We all have a purpose when we are born on this earth; of that I have no doubt.
How old we are when that revaluation becomes clear
for some it happens quickly ;others never learn or care.
they forge ahead year after year.
I’m getting to my point rest assured, actually three points.
The points I speak of are the tines of my really old pitch fork.
I purchased this particular tool at a farm sale in the seventies and like an old fool I paid cash money for this item that will work you hard and if misused can do great harm.
The three tines were shiny and the handle worn smooth. Fit my hands perfect too
no splinters or abuse from its many years of use.
I kept and used that fork myself for over forty years.
The handle finally snapped in the center on-one cold day. while pitching hay to my two old horses.
I tried to repair using a metal piece of pipe but the balance was off
it didn’t feel right.
I decided to get a new one but it had four tines and the handle just didn’t fit my hands.
So now I’m using two entirely different tools changing back and forth and I’ve decided I finally know what my destiny is. Why I was put here. I’m wealthy for sure I now own not one but two pitchforks.
they neither fit quite right.
But now I can work from morning til night pitching hay to my horses
til I get it just right.
Keeps the animals fed.
Gives me great exercise.
Plus I’m breaking that new pitchfork in for someone else to use after I’m gone.
Your purpose in life doesn’t have to be huge.
Dollars don’t measure a mans true worth.
Sometimes it’s what you do with your time on this old earth.
Carpe Diem…gently
30 Oct 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: Carpe Diem by Jim Harrison, Carpe Diem...gently, Children, country, fatal whirl, gently as if you loved her., grasp the water, looking at birds, Mcintosh, moon, mountains, night and day, overtrying makes it harder, place to sleep, rivers, the last tomato
Carpe Diem
by Jim Harrison
Night and day
seize the day, also the night —
a handful of water to grasp.
The moon shines off the mountain
snow where grizzlies look for a place
for the winter’s sleep and birth.
I just ate the year’s last tomato
in the year’s fatal whirl.
This is mid-October, apple time.
I picked them for years.
One Mcintosh yielded sixty bushels.
It was the birth of love that year.
Sometimes we live without noticing it.
Overtrying makes it harder.
I fell down through the tree grabbing
branches to slow the fall, got the afternoon off.
We drove her aqua Ford convertible into the country
with a sack of red apples. It was a perfect
day with her sun-brown legs and we threw ourselves
into the future together seizing the day.
Fifty years later we hold each other looking
out the windows at birds, making dinner,
a life to live day after day, a life of
dogs and children and the far wide country
out by rivers, rumpled by mountains.
So far the days keep coming.
Seize the day gently as if you loved her.
Jim Harrison, “Carpe Diem” from Dead Man’s Float. Copyright © 2016 by Jim Harrison. Used by permission of The Permissions Company, LLC on behalf of Copper Canyon Press, http://www.coppercanyonpress.org.
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