Catch a river
It was the most unorthodox method
My only lure was Suwannee inside
I cast upon the land the liquid
Oh how I like my river fried.
Monday, May 12, 2025
Chain reaction
Chains reaction
Johnclarestokes
Last evening an angel came
Unlocked the chains
Opened the cell windows
The heavy doors
With light blinding streaming in
Quickly now!come! The angel said
Looking about
All the clinging chains clamored,
Stay! Stay!
We are your friends!
Do not abandon us here!
I almost said, I'll stay
When the angel told me
Weep not for the chains
Tomorrow comes another
Shackled to comfort them
Forgetting they ever
Held you tight.
Irene and Vera
Irene and Vera. A kind man gave Magoo a rare tip when he was a DME and he passed it on, telling Vera, then 92 that he would give her a print of her mother Irene and her, whom she lost at the age of eleven, her mother dying in childbirth. Magoo’s father lost his own mother, a year later in 1937 from a blood cot. He never forgot his Ethel Marie either. Today on Mothers Day, if she is yet among us, Vera would be 100.
Once upon over time
Once upon a time
Over Once Upon A Time
Elephant herds roamed
The heavens
But they were heavy
And felI
From Heaven
Where today
They roam
Over dream
Above me
In my deepest dreams above me
One comes floating gently
Wake, wake the day awaits
Reaching, the tiny hand I take
Rising to greet the happy day
We float higher along our way.
Mamma
Mamma,mamma!
john clare
Who first when you were lifted from her womb
did you call upon but
Mamma,mamma!
Who first when you were scared of the
dark in your room
did you call upon but
Mamma,mamma!
Who first when you tripped and broke your tooth
did you call upon but
Mamma,mamma!
Who first when dad was about to spank and
wanted the truth
did you call upon but
Mamma,mamma!
Who at the first day of grade school
did you call out for but
Mamma,mamma!
Who cheered the loudest at your games and
was always there
Who did you seek out first but
Mamma,mamma!
Who when you walked the aisle for your diploma
did you want first to show but
Mamma,mamma!
Who when you found the girl just like mamma
did you hurry home to tell but
Mamma,mamma!
And who when that first son was born did you
want first to hold but
Mamma,mamma!
And why is it that now after all those calls to
Mamma
Did today you not first call
Mamma,mamma?
Arsonist
Tabor burning:1983
johnClare stokes
Oh the dark secrets that could be learned
If we were only given the gift to discern
Why we could see by the expression
The inner thoughts so long repressing
In the eyes know without a doubt
That in eighty three with whom you were out
Why now after all these years
You still shed those mysterious tears
We could even tell without a smell
The smoke from the fires you made
And how so long ago with matches you played.
Servant Spirit
Servant spirit
There he was upon his knees in filth, her broken back in a body brace, no help but for Jim who lived in the shed, spending his days rummaging in the Big Lots dumpsters, finding all manner of things he would bring to the dark shed. With every lift upon the bed, he would cast his eyes away, the thought of what lay beneath tattered sheets repulsing. For now all was well and she effusively thanked him for being a godsend. He just wanted to not be one.
He knew
He knew
I think like me he knew
That time was painfully brief
We were quickly passing through
To the long years of grief
In that moment of time
We rushed to get our lives in
Love excelled, love Divine
Our time so soon did end.
Puff
Puff the Magic
In the walking hours of our lives
Upon deeply blazed paths traveling
Weighed with burdens bending low
We thank the loads that make us slow
Stooping to see about the dandelion
the angels dancing in perfect time!
Such is the way they come to us
Their images in an unfocused dream
At the precise moment of the bending.
Then puff!
And in a twinkling we lift in suspension
Held in perfect pirouette
above the burden below.
Sunday, May 11, 2025
Dying star
Everything is far
and long gone by.
I think the star
glittering above me
has been dead for a million years.
I think there were tears
in the car I heard pass
and something terrible was said.
A clock has stopped striking in the house
across the road…
When did it start?…
I would like to step out of my heart
and go walking beneath the enormous sky.
I would like to pray.
And surely of all the stars that perished
long ago,
one still exists.
I think I know
which one it is –
which one, at the end of its beam in the sky,
stands like a white city…
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
Beauty all about
Beauty about
There are days
Of unbridled praise
Rare they are
Usually for the more
Outspoken among us
Feigned perhaps in
Pentecostal like pews
Learned from watching
Others raise the limbs
In the quiet traces
Far from the steepled
Central places
There comes a steady
Form of praise
Not showy or glib
For men’s approval
Oh look how holy he be
But quietly
Low enough that all
It takes is but a puff
To mingle with the
Angels above.
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