Poetry 2015

Poetry 2015

Sunday July 12, 2015

Old Friends

Dusty,

they emerge from the box

Resurrected.

So much knowledge and sustenance

in my days of trial,

Hidden from the world for too long.

It was like Christmas,

seeing each book again,

remembering how it healed me,

fed my soul with insight and light.

If people knew the value in these treasures,

they would have to be locked in a strong box.

Not material worth which is fool’s gold,

but spiritual wealth,

which is priceless.

  

Seagulls at Summer Solstice

Seagulls are God’s angels,

circling the earth.

Today there were many

passing through the sky

on cleansing missions.

They gathered and flew in a giant oval,

against the crystal blue,

creating a healing vortex

for our ailing planet.

Whenever I see a seagull,

I feel comfort from the heavens.

A  peace envelops my soul,

knowing they can defy

gravitational pulls earth creates.

They ride the wind currents,

glide without effort,

swallow up debris humans create.

Transmute it into new life.

  

Why We Keep Horses

They stand as sentinels shining in the sun,

the curves of their muscles streamlined for speed.

They bring a calm as they graze in the pastoral pasture,

a simple reverie that soothes our souls.

They are patient and kind,

help us simplify,

don’t require much,

just a few pats on the head,

a cheerful hello,

some hay.

They have existed for eons,

much longer than we humans.

They have been our horse power

through long  journeys, wars, mail, and stagecoaches.

Now they are just our large pets.

We don’t ride anymore.

We love,groom,and brush them,

Trim their long roped manes,  

Curry their soft satin fur.

Somehow they know when we are in trouble

and heal us with their strength.

Just by standing in their presence

we feel better.

They still give back

with their horsepower.

Spirit Swings

The swings would sway gently

but empty in the breeze

Yet sometimes I felt little souls

in those swings

come for a pre-visit to see grandma

I’d been waiting a long time

for those sweet but strong heroines

to arrive.

Lots of strong heroic grandsons paved the way,

would watch over,

protect them

as they grew.

I knew they would be here soon

and could hardly wait!

  

Face book Follies

Let it all hang out

Give every sorted detail of your personal life

Nothing sacred

Make political stands that alienate your friends

Your family

Divide the country with political rants

Hide behind a screen spewing venom

Cause division

Hatred

Abuse family and friends
Show off vices, drinking, tatts, dark sides of character 

Teenagers

Threaten and bully

Cause someone to commit suicide

with cruel words

Cat fish and lie

Stalk and spy

Gross people out with obscene

Pictures of man’s cruelty

To animals

Or each other

Use filth and foul

Sociopaths on the prowl

Definitely the wrong ways to use face book

Face book

Friend or foe?

You decide

Another Mother

She was always looking for a another mother

Adopted other women throughout her life

Never could really attach to me

Her real mom

All the others cuddlers

She was aloof even as a baby

She withheld her love

Held me hostage

At times some warmth would seep through

Only to be replaced by a wall of hostility

Why this child always kept me at arms length

I don’t understand

The pain stabs my heart because I loved her

And birthed her

CruelTies

Why the ones supposed to love us

carve the deepest wounds?

Block and isolate us

Cold, cruel, and impenetrable

How can they be our kin?

The ones we nurtured, fed, and cuddled

in their swaddled newness

The ones we guided, fed, and clothed

Encouraged, cheered on, and coached

At dance recitals, reflection contests,

Elections and prestigious awards

Return our love with silence

Refuse relationships with our grandchildren

Hold them hostage

from our love and support

Their stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive

More important than their children

God sees their child abuse, parent abuse

Grandparent abuse

One day there will be a reckoning