For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~ Vision ~

I left the room downstairs for I felt

it was somewhat dark though cooler 

than other rooms in that house beside

the muddy trash filled running river,

a river it was a river it is and running

bordered by green patches,empty plots

trees houses big small and other lots

some white birds some colorful flying

close over the water,what vision they

have I wonder,what reflections in liquid

they perceive in the skies,the little eyes

may see more than humans can surmise,

dewdrops in view, petals drunk waving,

 pansies smiling at butterflies fluttering,

vision catches the eagle soaring,

 to perch on peak high standing-

yet it is the participating mind

that teaches us to be soft and kind

like  the cool raindrops, which descend,

 dropping down to be a cool friend

  they have a vision from the other

 end,and I must see beyond the sky

beyond the stars, beyond the known

 unknown beyond the clouds up high-

make life beautiful as the beauty you

see, the vision of peace it must be...

  

For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~ Moon ~ Eclipsed It Shines ~

 

I will write about the moon, soon, I thought
of Timothy Boon, who went up,to the moon
in a balloon, a poem we read in school,like
Godfrey Gordon Gustavas Gore,was a boy

who never would shut the door,the wind
might whistle the wind might roar,but
Godfrey would never shut the door, and
there is more,the shining moon,went along


where ever we went, there was a song,either
a woman with a spindle, or  the sleigh in
the sky, the moon all along shining by, half
its course 'ye ronne' by weeks, and nights

dimming all the lights, for romances secret
or silent prayers,or the summer  gardeners
stance, tending, watering careful, vigilance,

But wait a bit, miracle of miracles, reveals...
astronauts saw it too, heard the Call, All
Power is manifest and when belief  was a test
people said..show us a sign...and Lo, it...the moon

was split in two, joined again...no life
nor air nor water, yet eclipsed it shines...
bright as ever, between Sun and Earth
in peaceful light,in cool joy and mirth...

FOR ~ 'The Poet by Day' ~ Jamie Dedes ~ Ms. Weary’s Blues, a poem … and your Wednesday Writing Prompt- Light Upon Light ~

But lost in that Universe of Light

will “I’ still be?

will “you” still be?

answer me that

What is the character of this Light?

Matter or myth?

                                       

             Light is neither matter nor myth

         it is The Only Truth 

in moments when engulfed is the spirit
with warmth unseen, who makes existence
tremble and shiver?  as beads moist appear

 from nowhere, soon to transform

 one to coolness...doors of sight

half shut, flipping up and down, 

'reach out, a voice calls
you hear, 'help me,  oh please, help,
I can't see, it is so dark and 

I am so weak, 'heat 'dark heat, go ...

put on some Light' O Light'
Light Upon Light' 

blues surround as blackness shifts, is it
going to lift or grow less? am I awake ?

or sinking, or rising, ascending into
more darkness...darkness before being
and darkness after? I am not aware...
my being is being created, in fluids unseen
I have no voice, nor breath, it is not Death?
I float and swim, it is so dark...

put on some Light' O Light'

Light Up The Light' 

who do I call? who will hear?

Who will come near? who will bear

the pain and make me well again?

It is The Light The Truth The Unseen One

that is the Character, No Myth or Matter
Look up , it is day...it is full of Light

Look up, it is night, it is bejeweled with Light
Light Upon Light ' and The Book is Bright

and when I once was, in the blues

I did not know what would be
listless weak  helpless was the spirit
in me, would I be? or would I be no more?

doors of sight dimly saw the "saline drip"  bag
drop by drop, drip drip,dropped the drops
would it be dark soon? or ..as I lay...slowly

darkness flew away, brightness made its way

before I knew , brighter it grew till I

 could bear no more
Light it was Light all over me, Light
Upon Light Upon Light, it did stay
till my heaviness was light and

 my blues faded away, away far away

Light the Healer, Light is Blue, see the sky?

up high or see the sea  below
layer upon layer, vast boundless in view
why blue is the color of peace?

Celeste Marion is painted in this hue'

tis holy and sacred and true'
To have hope is good to pray is best

chose the good blue, but be not in the blues'

Light Upon Light is the Ultimate Truth
Turn towards it to be out of darkness

Be Guided, out of fear, out of all 'fright' 

what I leave behind and what I may take
the good deeds I do the joy I make
the help I give the needs I fulfill and all

what for the Lord I share...for Life is a test

and to be grateful is the rest

I will go for 'life is a journey not
a destination' ...from darkness to 

illumination...

For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~ Doorway' ~ Femininity in Fetters ~

Lift the latch and

you will find cracks

in the door scarred

traces of hot tempered

rackets-

sad sorrowful echoes of

screams slaps and strikes

in the tender dwellings of

famished femininity-

whose chest is crammed

with refrains of ugly curses

profane, drafted with hatred

mundane-

beauty’s blend for care

created for eternal company

stays abused spared not

why?

who will cut the strings

of human bondage

lacerant tortured

Suffering Silent Cry!

What was ancient

ignorant and abolished

made eloquent and sacred

Open the door and you will find

famished femininity current

in countless fetters

slowly visibly tabescent-

Why-

For 'The Poet By Day' ~ Wednesday Writing Prompt ~

What is on your mind and in your heart as you start the new year? 

The year ends, 

leaving gifts joys and blessings

reunions , joining relationships

for some the time is joyful

for some full of pain

as days of sorrow and parting

come back again

this year I feel peace and joy

yet sorrow and fear move along

for life manifests hungry poverty

threats to security and liberty

enemies restless firing bullets

innocent killing goes on...

some enjoy the snow and play

for them cold snow is a game

some lie shivering,no name

some build bonfires the same

sing dance and be merry

for tomorrow is,no blame

will come to shine and light

my heart says forgive more

make happiness and space 

for others to share, spend less

save more, war looms ahead

who knows what life may have

in store,

work work and work

make life meaningful and easy

for others,help them if you can

smile smile smile

be grateful for all the blessings

look around there are miles

and miles and miles of them

.......