Sit With Me

Come, my child,
Sit for a spell.
Because life is wild,
Listen to this story well.

A story that is full of pain,
You’ve had your share, no doubt.
It has parts where love will reign
But along an unfortunate route.

Two shall meet, eyes full of hurt,
Trouble brewing worse than ants,
A treasure’s authenticity slinging dirt.
But trust will tilt the balance.

Listen close, I can feel you go,
The story is not all heart break.
There is adventure and a foe
And trouble for gossip to make.

Come back, it is not just talk.
I promise a strong tale of lore.
Please lean closer, stop your walk,
My talk will not be a bore.


via Wordle 265 — The Sunday Whirl

This week’s wordle is dedicated to everyone who visits people in nursing homes. Whether it be for religion, sharing information, or just to listen. Your deed has not been ignored. Visit Create the Good to learn more about volunteering with seniors.

Ode to Nature’s Cleansing

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Threats of wind and rain
Bringing loved ones home
Fear of the unknown’s pain
Waiting for the ones that roam

Waiting for that one call
To share safety’s news
Praying for none to fall
And speedy rescue crews

Cleaning the grounds like a flush
Buildings and bridges go under
Water rapids flowing in a rush
Waiting out the next thunder

The press of time to beat the flood
Tender thoughts for those that left
Nexus of storms weaving walls of mud
Nature’s swear and Heaven’s list

Oct 4 Sunday Whirl

A Christmas Prayer

That time of year has come again

For singing of good will to men

That holy day approaches fast

While we still remember the last

A scar is found on the holiday

As we buy gifts and forget to pray

Rushing about for that best gift

All alone our spirits shift

A sigh instead of laughing

Our good will turns to acting

As we ingest our holiday drink

Hoping to pull us from the brink

At the midnight chime arrival

We celebrate holiday survival

Pale and drained we start to pray

That we’ve not forgotten any today

I offer up my silent prayer

For all who stray into the snare

That your Christmas is all it ought

Just as plain as we were taught

** Wordle #193 Recon I can use this as my next year’s Christmas card? 😉 Merry Christmas everyone!

A Choice: Dark Garden or Alone in the Night

Dark Garden

At a crossroads in life

I shiver in my strife

I stand alone in the night

On a path thick with mud

Wise owl, where is your wisdom?

Where do I get the fervor from?

Crystal dew begins to enthrall

While Suicide Tree stands near

Diamond sparkles in the inky night

Brings a decision to greater height

Missing birds thread the air

Crocus tears fill my heart

Flower beads on rose thorns

Shine while the moon warns

I shiver in my strife

At my crossroads in life

rose thorns with dew drops

Alone in the Night

As I sit alone in the night

Suicide Tree standing behind me

A lone owl quiets my fright

As it becomes a mortal tree

In the lightening dawn I now can see

The dew tipped rose and crocus petals

Draw me from the crossroads behind me

The sun shine shrinks the mud and nettles

The awakening of the birds, all free

Has awakened a thread of peace

The dark fervor shaken from me

Thorns in my heart release

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Jello Eaters

My prayers go out to Jello Eaters

Living by the beep of meters

The ones who give blood to know

Waiting on the lab coats to show

Visitors and guests that pester

While their anxiety still festers

Constant tests and hospital fluff

All the while finding words tough

For every ouch and every meal

Pain center being a little too real

For those watching the chart readers

My prayers go out to the Jello Eaters

The Unknown – Wordle 175

Wordle 175

My rickety cart shudders its way
Along the cliff, threatening my day
Fear fills my bones when I cannot see
The bottom of the chasm clearly

Will I fall? Live? Which do I want?
Options and choices are a harsh taunt
A rift of unknowns besides me
Gives flight to a longing for safety

The rails shift with life’s stutter
My heart clenches in fear’s mutter
Language fails me as fear guides me
Sanity’s absence brings a giddy glee

A glimmer shows on the horizon
Light baffles fear as it enlighten
Will hope sustain me long enough?
The tracks straightens passing the bluff

Dream’s End

Once upon a dream ago

Amid a cycle of suffering

Your high regard lit me a glow

However soon be my undoing

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Your virtue was pure, your habits true

Or at least before you shone through

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The image you create slowly begins to fall

Evidence gathering of the forgotten

Birthdays, anniversaries, events and all

The truth becomes a bandage of cotton

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The cycle has ended, the gap has closed

My choice is made, the truth arose

I know now whose virtue was true

Only now time will lessen you

November 24, 2013 Sunday Wordle # 136

Sunset to Dawn

Vibrant splashes coat the sky

Blues, purples, violet

Soon the sun seems to die

And my vision with it

 

Nature’s sumptuous works

Slowly disappear

Leaving Night’s hurts

And manipulative fear

 

In a single moment

The spread of effeciency

Becomes a vacuous element

The master of inadequacy

 

Nothing short of time

Before the Earth dawns again

Awakening in her sassy prime

Brightening each vivacious glen

 

Until then we sit and wait

While night’s slathers of fears

Try to extinguish our fate

As we cuddle little dears

Once Again and Gone

Across the avenue I long to venture

The grass looks greener in the center

I feel the call driving me on

Dare I answer before its gone?

 

Magic or science what is the difference

To me none of it makes sense

To remain… To stay…

To be in the way…

 

Once it was easy when I felt used

When this dimension I was fused

I was pulled, the intrigue was strong

Even though every change felt wrong

 

The bell tolls for me once again

Stains of time are calling when

Only the phone no one can pay

Appears and I wish to stay

September 9, 2013 Sunday Wordle # 125

(Yes, I am a Whovian. Got a problem with that?)

Meaning in Tragedies – Wordle #87

In honor of brave Connecticut, I dedicate my response to this weeks Wordle response. (And let me tell you, the word itch was the hardest to place.)


Tragic thoughts drift through my mind
As I watch the ocean wave rush by
Thoughts of towers, planes, and schools
Images of terrifying and barbaric tools

Oil slicks, gun blasts,
Towers top, bloody pasts
Would it be the Devil’s itch?
Or maybe humanity’s glitch?

So many voices are angry
So many pointing fingers
So many crying sadly
While the hurt and pain yet lingers

Some say it’s because God was removed,
That cry of outrage is most often used
But as yet no one controls our mind
No rules can keep God from mankind

And then the cries of fear and despair
“Why has God done this?” fills the air
Why would the One who gave us free will,
Step in when we bother not to still?

Another small wave comes in and I sigh,
The oranges and yellows appear in the sky
I watch as the sky begins to lighten with dawn
I listen and feel the deep call to live on.

For I have heard the call from within
To love all others as our own kin,
For anyone who has total acceptance and love
Would know to seek not here, but above.

The visibility is great now, the ocean glassy,
I can see the gulls’ eyes of blue so milky
I offer one more prayer for the ones left behind
That this unfolded tragedy be healed from the mind.