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For God So Loved

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Whosoever
…..anybody everybody me

believeth
…..raise that hand, child!

in him
…..seeing not is believing not

should not perish,
…..i don’t wanna die

but have eternal life.
…..gimme that silver-lined cloud
…..and harp of gold.

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For the Light

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For the light,
for the light of this new day,
……………………we give thanks.

For the yellowy head of dandelion,
for the green teeth of grass,
for the tumble blue of sky,
for the crimson beans of luck,
for the pumpkin orange of clivia,
for fragrant fields of lavender amethyst.

For the light which reveals the colours —
…..boomeranged light,
…..inebriated light,
…..light ubiquitous.

For the light,
indeed!
For the wonderful light,
……………………we give thanks.

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It’s Open Link at dVerse and this is my last offering for the year (as well as my first shared poem in MONTHS!).
I am humbled and honoured to have two poems included in the newly published
Chiaroscuro – Darkness and Light: Voices from poets – dVerse Anthology (available on Amazon). In celebration of this launch, and of the season in which we celebrate the Light, I wrote this poem of praise to light.
May you all have a blessed and peaceful holiday.

Heart in the Right Place

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No heart on this sleeve,
let me tell you!

First time it was stolen.
Took over a year to get it replaced.
Next time it was broken.
Another twelve months to repair.

No siree, Bob,
that baby is properly hidden now,
dolled up beyond recognition.

Yup,
my heart is in the right place.

Morning Mimicry

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The chat is up
before the sun
singing for love
of his own voice,
running through his impressive repertoire:

kingfisher, kingfisher

starling, starling,

red-chested cuckoo,   cuckoo.

 

barbet, barbet,

prinnnn — eeee — ah.

(a pause)

 

FISH EAGLE.

(do you hear me?)
FISH EAGLE!

 

and then
as the sun slowly stretches his arms up over the horizon,
chat delivers his finale:

HUMAN! HUMAN!!

and off he goes
whistling down the wind.

waiting

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For a season have I been quieted.
Mutely I meandered through time
observing its relative passage.
Many the day I sat
empty
before the blank canvas
willing words.
Waiting.
Hoping.
Trusting.

Before dawn the robin begins his song.

And I wait.

Autumn

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Autumn
and this weight
is heavy
at the back of my mind,
(push it down.
keep it at bay.)
in the pit of my stomach.
(take a deep breath.
push it down.)

Distracted for a time,
when I stop,
I wonder why
everything is so onerous.
and then it hits me again —
the dread.

Will I know
when it’s time to say good-bye?
Will I be able to let go?

Is that look an appeal
or confusion?
Is there pain?
I wish you could tell me.
But your eyes speak
and I’m afraid.
I hear your ragged breathing
and I fear what comes next.

It’s inevitable.
It hurts.
But I will be there
and hold you
and whistle
in the face of death.

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Day Twenty-Nine:   Take one of your favorite poems and find a very specific, concrete noun in it.  Use that word as a building block for a new poem.

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A Most Gorgeous Spider

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Little spider;
jumper, glider,
wind rider,
web slider.
Eight eyes,
Super spy,
dinner’s prize —
juicy flies.
Legs with hair,
four pairs,
bugs to snare
for evening fare.
Beauty, you,
rainbow hues,
dancing too,
a mate to woo.
Misunderstood
in the hood,
you do such good.
Praise we should.
But instead
you we dread —
swat your head,
tear your thread.
And all you do
is eat one or two
‘sqeeters that flew
(after blood they drew).
If they knew
they’d thank you.
Or maybe not,
on second thought,
no matter how many caught
when you they spot
they instinctually swat.
So hide away,
not predator, prey.
In recesses stay,
low you must lay
until some day
come what may
they shout, “Hey!
Here’s a most gorgeous spider!”

 

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Day Twenty-Eight:  Write a poem poem using Skeltonic verse.

I love spiders.
And one of my favourites is the JUMPING SPIDER. They are beautiful.
I dare you to visit this page, watch a peacock spider video and NOT fall in love with these gorgeous creatures!

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