Poem

Bucket List

Adventure

WANDERLUST

 

I have reached an age where I don’t mind exposing my strangeness, and if you are among my breed of writers, you know how we must bare our souls in print. If, that is, we are to write anything compelling, poignant or interesting. There’s not much nuance to this straight forward piece, and I was in a nostalgic state of mind when I wrote it. I just hope some of you will relate to “Bucket List”.

 

Don’t know how many days until that bucket stubs my toe,

But I know there’s lots of things I want to do before I go.

Though life can be real tough there’s softness in the rain,

Her tender kisses like poetry to strengthen through the pain.

 

Oh the list is mighty long—there’s so much I haven’t seen,

Crystal sands of islands never walked with waters blue and green.

Verdant fields of flowers softly wooing me by name,

Mountain streams with speckled trout and none of them the same.

 

So many unheard songs yet springing from this heart,

Lyrics of the singing soul the honey of life impart.

Horse and human explore together, wind on our grinning faces.

The roar of a Harley engine on scenic roads to all new places.

 

There’s characters to meet, and cultures I must taste,

This stone must keep on rolling, I have no time to waste.

From Atlantic to Pacific, the rivers and lakes between,

My soles are worn with miles, while reveling in what I’ve seen

 

But today the nest is empty, just me

And my half that sits with me,

Like hobbling wires, all strength requires,

And to travel I’m no longer free.

 

Bring out the billows to coax the embers of adventure,

Now I need a blender for cuisine to suit my fitted dentures.

Shod in unbroken squeaky leather, stiff, binding, new,

Nowhere to go, nothing fresh to do but ponder days that flew.

 

Lively prayer boils from my pew,

“Just once more” my intonations,

Let it blaze again—all that’s new,

See, hear, feel and taste, God’s creations

 

The rocker never was my style,

Though sunsets still amaze.

My keyboard speaks of many a mile,

Retelling adventurous days,

And of the God who walks with me,

And of His wondrous ways.

 

Lord knows when that bell shall toll for me,

When God shall toss that bucket

I’m ready for Him to chuck it

Just one kick, and I’ll be free.

 

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Reciprocal Healing

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Today I tackled my normal 

Intently viewing strangers 

Listening to sad and happy souls 

Sweet melodies of hearts 

Ever stretching impatient fingers  

Toward comfort, acceptance, gladness 

 

Probing a refracted image 

Peeling back layers of façade 

Unveiled tender, vulnerable, me 

In shades darkened by misery 

I studied who I am 

 

Strange, how poorly I can see 

When perusing the heart of me 

How clear an image is portrayed 

In stranger’s hearts displayed 

Until it comes to my own 

 

Again I flee the inner me 

Finding solace  

Blindness to the mirror 

Soothing  

Somebody else’s woes 

A balm 

Ignoring my own 

 

 

Strange, someway, I know not how 

Miracles of healing within  

The inner me, when only I see 

Others’ needs 

When warmly caring for thee 

Somehow, I too am made whole. 

 

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My Champion

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The soul of shallow thought makes it onerous to emote that heart, seeing that they will little understand. But those who through the turmoils of life’s stormy seas have been battered about—the ones who have risen up to meet those challenges and came out the other side as stalwart souls…they are easier. For these have true life experiences that sharpened their intellect. Besides, they read and study to be winners in this game of Olympic proportions. They have scars to show their hard learned discernment. And it is to these, to you, that I present this piece that was written during a season of dark and stormy trials, when the forces of wickedness had assaulted me with a power like unto a juggernaut. The piece is short, because it moves swiftly, and concisely.

 

My Champion

 

Against me came the dark of night,

With fangs that oozed with hate,

It paralyzed with chilling fright,

Served up on a dirty plate.

 

“How dost such evil haunt me so,

To forage through my being?

Malignant fingers interpose,

And no place I find for fleeing.”

 

“What power ere can rescue me,

And free me from this curse?

To march through hell for liberty?

Traverse this muck adverse?”

 

Yes One! I heard there was but One,

With such ability,

He uses love to overcome,

And He lavished it on me.

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Through the night, dispelling light,

To pierce the heart of dark.

A curse was He, upon a tree,

The price to make me free!

 

The laughing thunder rolled,

He holds the keys to life!

Now, death has lost its hold!

My Victor is Jesus Christ.

 

 

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Love Fills The Void

Time flies by so quickly, and during this my time of being tested and strengthened by hardships I’ve neglected this blog. My apologies to those who regularly seek encouragement or edification or even spiritual understanding from this little blog.

In a weekly writing challenge from a community of Christian writers FaithWriters, I had won an Editor’s Choice Award for this little poem. I was shocked at the attention it garnered, because of how simple it is, and easy to write. It’s one of those that sort of writes itself once the thoughts have been established. I believe some of you may be blessed by it and for that reason I present it here today.

Love Fills The Void

Each day is now a mirrored image,
Of all drab days crept passed before,
Solitude, living a lonely scrimmage,
As a life approaches that final door.

Silvery wisps stray over age splotched face,
Drooping, wet eyes gaze at the telephone,
While setting the table for just one place,
Pleading, “Lord I don’t want to die alone”

Memories bring fuzzy warm light, until,
Her husband’s face, dissolved in time,
Flies away from off the window sill,
Alzheimer’s dark halls of larcenous crime.

Knock-knock, hope on other side of the door,
Burst, turtle’s pace surges, bent back shuffle,
Is it a friend, neighbor, a smiling face to adore?
She wrestles the knob like a slippery truffle.

Leaping heart dances answering hope’s call,
As the door thrown wide reveals no-one there,
Muffled sounds on her inviting ears fall,
Beneath boxed up blankets placed with care.

Four hungry eyes clumsily appear,
Mewing, yipping and springing to share,
Wet lickety kisses with furry faced stare,
Abandoned unloved yet not shedding a tear.

Puppy and kitten fly from their cart,
Summersaulting into an open heart,
In through the doorway to jump and romp,
The house is alive with youthful pomp.

Puffing for air after delightful chase,
Two critters are scruffed, then set down in place,
Till into her lap both snuggle and moan,
For love is what makes any place home.

Three love starved creatures found one another,
Healed by caring instincts of a mother,
Companionship sates ravenous hunger,
Her mind rewound to twenty years younger.

 

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Dog & Butterfly

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I’m taking here a moment to appreciate life in all of its wondrous glories. So I’m calling this another interim post, as I continue preparing the next post in the Bible Origin series.

But first I hope to expound the wisdom of remembering that:

 

What we do today will definitely fashion our tomorrows.

 

On the other hand, we can become so caught up in preparing for our tomorrows that we can miss out on the joys of today, and that’s what this little tale is about. I hope you will have as much fun reading it as I had writing it. Blessings!

A Moment of Life

 

There is no other day than today

No other moment as now 

I had to be reminded 

A puppy showed me how.

 

The sun rose to its mighty strength 

Warmly proclaimed its goodness

Blazing colors of infinite length

Dancing in its beams of gently falling light. 

 

Forest green and lime and jade 

Lemon yellows crashing 

Richest browns to ecru fade 

Against a shocking scarlet hue. 

 

The mighty canopy above  

Its bluest blue bequeathed 

Caressing billowy white with love 

Creating sculptures made of cotton.

 

Trees rose up all waving  

Their many arms outstretching 

Like yawns of comfort savoring 

The sun’s bright life rays catching. 

 

Melted into a grassy field, 

My mind beheld the flowers, 

To eyes the tender petals yield 

Their beauty, their visual powers. 

 

Then sprung yips of high delight 

A puppy bouncing into sight 

About the bladed carpet there

Chasing dreams without a care. 

 

An alary monarch  

Alit playful on his nose 

Humbly wearing that royal hue  

Waving flags of striking blue. 

 

Delighting in his youthful foray, 

That enchanted puppy squealed, 

As flitting off, the butterfly,  

Went zigging cross the field, 

With doggy pouncing, always late, 

Gleeful panting, effortless gait. 

 

Round about the romp persisted, 

The chase too cute to fathom, 

To join the lark I had resisted, 

Waves of gladness rolled in tandem. 

 

Aviary symphonies rose, 

Sprightly melodies fashioned, 

Tufted spectators cheering, 

Me loving where I’m stationed. 

 

I lived within that moment, 

An eon of life enjoyed, 

In just one moment of this day, 

A lifetime of thankful joy. 

 

 

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