Category Archives: Poetry

The great divide

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Hear the whisper of the dogwoods

Like they could hardly wait

The lust of open roads

Spread out before us

Like a patchwork sheet

Our future was not certain

In the binding of a storybook

You can’t see everything

 

Chorus:

We will follow

the Oregon moon

That will welcome us in

I can taste the halo

Shoulder to shoulder with my kin

You and I will falter

But we’ll see the other side

I was once a pioneer

Crossing the great divide

 

Hey sweet baby

I don’t mind if you grab my hand

Secrets pass between us

As we ride across this land

Across a prairie backdrop

Floating wagon sails

We can only find the heaven

If we pass through this earthly hell

 

Over the horizon

Lies the promise of much more

Bluebonnets bow their heads

In a Western swinging door

The dust settles where it may

On the hearts of those who say no

Birds learn to use their wings

and we were bound to go

Bridge

our belongings packed up so tight

bouncing round and out of sight

the days, the nights

the fireglow

tales to keep us entertained

of gold that could be attained

the days, the nights

Let us reap, let us sow

Go back

Your message has been sent

French Pastries

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Where shall I go

To find myself

The me I do not know

What window shall I choose

To gaze upon a flowering field

To find myself a better view

To where shall I flee

To satisfy

Each tiny need

And which foreign land can host

My daily joys

And all adversity

To whom shall I give

To bestow

My life

Like a mayfly lives

Who owns the crafted hands

That will hold me close

Spinning yarns over fortune

Love as full from coast to coast.

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Photo Credit: US Library of Congress photostream (love this place live)

~lme

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Etude of Four Homes

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Photo Courtesy: Swedish National Heritage Board photostream

I long to live in a cottage by the sea

Built especially just for me

Where you have come, because all you want

Is to only be with me

We shall live

Overgrown with ivy green

In our own quaint cottage by the sea

While the waves lap

And the wind blows the salt against our skin

The water must refuse to settle

We, too, must continue on again

Then we shall live on a mountain

In the cleft that is hewed

Where we sing a hymn

Of me, you and blue

Safe from the hate and insults

Of the world

Hidden in our mystery cave

Where truth can be unfurled

When they pass by to find

We hold our breath and close

Hidden in a space

No one else ever knows

On a vessel, out at sea

Where there’s only what yet will be

We hoist the sails and batten hatches

to let ourselves roam free

Leaning gainst the edge of her weathered side

By day

Barefoot on the deck

By night

The whispers of God

Will redirect the mast

I count every shooting star

Sink next to you as moments pass

In a gypsy wagon, our home

With our wares and potions scattered round

Each night we stoke a fire

and let ourselves be lost and found

Characters pass by

We welcome them near

Some we hope keep moving

Others we forever hold dear

And as travel we through an earth

We don’t pretend to own

We will embrace uncertainty

Preparing for a distant home.

~lme

May 2013

What isn’t, what is

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As I listen to French music, I found this image on the Toulouse Flickr page

Love isn’t just a one shot chance

Love is decisions

Love’s in the overall plan

Love isn’t giddy and summertime lust

It has arrows both ways

But love rests in one you can trust

Love isn’t words and flowers and wealth

Love serves one over self

Love isn’t a picture, filled with some perfect face

Love patches the broken

Love finds strength in grace.

~lme

This poem was written last week, but it was ideal for today.  I have thought a lot about how we do not radically love to the fullest until it hurts us.  We are called to a higher level of love as followers.

Elsewhere Seeker

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I am an Elsewhere seeker

I’ve nearly always been that way

contentment don’t come easy

even when I’ve lived good days

But maybe I keep looking

because Earth wasn’t meant to hold me

so the elsewhere that I’m seeking

is a place I’ve yet to see

~lme

keep your sights set higher than what you can merely see.  Go out. do good.

Thistle Blues

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Photo Courtesy: The U.S. National Archives’ Photostream

Thistle blues… 

Verse 1.

The worldaround pretends to know

They tried to spoonfeed it

Down my throat

But I know lies

Are bitter weeds

The poisonsunk

Down to my feet

Not even those

Who seem like little lambs

are good as gold

you can’t seeshadows where they stand

but I’m so broke

because oflove

the holes don’t heal

just callus up

Chorus:

I know you had your reasons

Still I feltbetrayed

Even though you left the light

Where I made myself stay

If you wanted

the friendship that we had

I’d want a two way street

Promise something back

Verse 2.

You better be pretty

And look just like this

Or else you can’t make it

And you never will be his

But I know lies

Are anything but sweet

I don’t think I’ll listen

stomp them lies

beneath my feet

Bridge:

Stomp those lies

Way down down

Stomp those lies

Where they match the dirty ground

Stomp those lies

Beneath your feet

Stomp those lies

because

they don’t mean anything

~lme

Awaken Not Helena

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Humble abodes

Where the humble abide

Wild writhing garden

Filled with seedlings, free of pride

Sowing seeds of goodness

Dark the night gathers round

And storms are welling up

Beyond the iron gate, without a sound

Love is a word

Abbreviated

For sacrifice

Insatiated

Awaken not love

Until your season comes

Awaken not thy heart

Though you be the only one

Let love sleep

That is not meant for you

Awaken not thy heart

For one who is untrue

Opposites attract and they hope

to polish me

when I prefer

footloose and fancy free

something in the windy willows

whispers from a dream

to never tame myself

or settle

for one who prefers a cage

and I to sing

Awaken not love

Until your season comes

Awaken not thy heart

Though you be the only one

Awaken not a heartbeat

That is not meant for you

Patience in the pages

Til you discover what is true

Let them build their houses

And we will build a dream

Stronger than their mortar

Lacking love between the seams

I will watch them build bigger barns

And I know it’s not for me

Lighten our load

To set sail on open seas

Awaken not love

Until the season comes

Awaken not my heart

Though I remain the only one

I’ll bide my time

Til I belong

Wafting in and out

Carried off within a song

I’ll bide my precious time

to discover what is true

I’ll teach myself to wait, she said

Holding out for you.

Ash and Snow

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photo credit: Denni

Dark approaches the night

Darker more so than hell

And dark were their hearts

Upon which ignorance fell

For the city was wealthy

A City so wise

Raining accolades, success

Slowly clouding their eyes

Dancing and revelry

Thrived in the streets

While the one on the throne

The devilish beast

The beauty danced to the industry’s

beat

Uppers and downers

Roamers round-towners

Shame is a word

But a thing of the past

The rouge on their cheeks

Provided the only blushing

On their face that is cast

The ones true and just

Crying out

Loud as they can above lust

Tendrils of smoke

Clouding out from the beast

And the flames

that will claim them

Which begin at their feet

The others outside

Their upturned hands bearing x’s

Eternal bondage

The price

To be god for a moment

To pursue vaporous lust

With claws scratching forward

In gods they must trust.

~inspired by Revelation

lme

Day-break-dreaming

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Photo Credits:  Mark

Springtime breezes

Only imagined felt

All my imperfections

Lined up neatly on the shelf

Swinging on the front porch

Of a painted cottage

Small

Home to jack-a-lanterns

In October fall

~~~

Envelop me in daybreak

With promises unbroken

And before the others

Expect of me

And I can dwell

In a world

Inhabited only by me

~~~

Daffodils dance the pathway

And oak trees protect us

Standing stately

Like soldiers on the street

And as oft the ones with tough exterior

are tender flesh beneath

they seem unafraid

To wave their timid leaves

~~~

Love may be fierce

Or take another form

Like rushing water

Or trickling after the winter’s snow storm

Calm breathing

Like an easterly breeze

on a sprightly, slowly wakening

anticipated springtime morn.

~~~lme

Waxing poetic

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Temporis Momentum

Calico and dandelions blowing in the wind

Whispered to the world what once had been

Love rests

Love rests

In her chest

In her chest

Denim shirts and coveralls

Atop the mountain in the fall

Love found

Love found

Unspoken sound

Unspoken sound

Morning lullabies

Winter flurry, firewood and moonlight

Love came

Love came

Close and tame

Close and tame

Using hands to gather in the field

Holding them under the table he had built

Love kind

Love kind

She would never again find

She would never find

Afternoon in October crisp

Sudden bite of apple kiss

Life slips

Life stops

On a western mountaintop

On a western mountaintop

Bandanna warm, soaked in blood

Praying for the grace of God

Love’s solitude

Love’s solitude

Choking cries into the woods

Fruitless cries into the woods

Last words lying on her lap

As his fevered head and eyes slipped back

Love lost

Love lost

Bitter cost

Bitter cost

Now she digs the grave, stark and lone

Heralding the way home

Love went

Love went

Back to where it had been

Back to where it had been

Willow weeping yet again

Branches write his name on them

Widow’s love

Widow’s love

Wanders where there is no sun

Wanders where there is no sun

Calico and dandelions blowing in the wind

Chant the tale of what once had been

Love rests

Love rests

In an anchor

Attached to her chest.