~ Worm Castings – The Tasteful Garden
https://www.tastefulgarden.com/Worm-Castings-d114.htm** Earthworm Castings
Dust to Dust
Clay to fertile loam
What I am ~
a Worm
a Catalyst
in Love with Life
It is who I am
& Who I choose to be
Given
Granted
Not Manmade
Below the radar
Awake
Alive & in love
Free from the teachers of earthbound
the teachers of the Small Minds
Broken & Blessed
A Clean Heart
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** How Martha becomes Mary
Marths
Born to Serve
She is there to please
To Control what is not to be controlled
She listens not to the beat of her own heart
Her mind s fettered to seeing to the Ways of the World
She marches lockstep to Her Passion ~ perceived
Her heart beats
~ but mostly beat to her notion of dogma
The Law
Not seeing other’s need to be saved
But her own earthly path
Mostly a dead End
Mary is docile
& her heart is open
Her mind is willing to listen
& her actions speak volumes
Martha’s view is from this earthly space
Closed & locked
Mary sees the Cosmos
Trusts
Has faith in the End Point
& her Passion is to walk there
Toward it~
Along side of the Passion of Christ & His Wounded Mother Mary
~~
** Chakra
Beats to another drum
its Sacred Core
Is to die for
To live for
To be
The only Way to be
The Way of the Cross
Crosses come
& go
& Never remain the same
Like Scaffolding a cage around
To cradle
to reach the fountain bread
The Source
To birth a new beginning
Better than before
Painful
But worth the disruption
A volcano
A temporary diversion
to a new space
Never held
never staid before
but for ever more …
Will be
~~
** Looking Through the Looking Glass
If I look through
I do not see me
Only see a sense of…
A mirror reflects back totality
Captures only likeness…
Unless the former Me pauses to forage for the Truth,
Much will be lost…
That which is lost may be what determines quantum growth Determines destiny
Positivity
Lemmings Running to the Sea
Creation hardwired ?
An innate default
Which goes into overdrive when
an adaptive trait ~no longer serves the species.
Life implodes…
Creation takes a turns to another direction….
A Glancing Point
Lemmings are held captive to built-in behavior…
Serving them or not
A hopeless habituated nature…
Out the innocence
A better path that never was to be nurtured
Behavior & life choices…
Ignorance is bliss –
Until it becomes insanity,,,
Einstein:
‘Insanity is doing the same thing over & over
And expecting different results’
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Dee Hinkle
PM 11:00 – Christmas Eve
~~
** God For a Day
Let me be You for a day
You can
Because You are God!
I would see to the cogs of creation
& count all the sparrows
Check the crops
Remember the poor
And answer their prayers
One by one
Within them is the sacred mystery of creation
I would round up the thieves and show
Them Your face
They would see honesty and overflow with humiliation
I would broadcast grace over every field
Where the Godgerm are budding
Remembering – grace looks like a cross
Too heavy to bear
The paradox
The test
Faith & knowing that a cross
Only rain
When it Rains Something grows
Sunday, March 3, 2019 ~ 8 AM
** Heaven Has a Front Porch Swing!
Swing made by a carpenter~ Henry
Each sundown they wait & remain
Henry smoking his Camel
& Evelyn now Gifted with an iPad
Streaming ‘Days of our Lives’
1 PM every day ~ always faithful ~
Along with 6 AM Daily walk to Mass.
** Sunday, April 28, 2019…10 PM
** Frozen
Frozen pines
They don’t die
They don’t grow!
Frozen Minds
They don’t die
& they don’t grow
Paralyzed
Uninspired
Hardened as Stone
Bone-Brittle
& Broke
Groans gasps for air
Airborne
Forlorn habits of old
Cling
Clutch &
Bring to the dead-ended road
Of ‘what might have been’
The decomposing flesh of the psyche
See nothing new
Feel feelings of habits of the past
that no longer serve
The field of the comfort zone for the lost & lonely
Is this choice?
Free will of the Now
or what we chose when incarnated at the foundation of time?
The Drama of creation plays out
Ruminates
Resounds with Pathos & Pollyanna
The Shell of our Soul
Seams turned inside out
Only to be reborn
Hoping fo a Second Chance to prove our humanity
Ego or Compassion
Free will
To turn the other cheek
Or run & hide.
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** Anatomy of Gossip ~ the Fuel of the Negative Mind
How the Beautiful People show their ‘love’
Everyone ‘likes them’ for they are So nice!
Their weakness is no threat
But their lies are real & to be feared!
They mock & make fun to make their ‘shallow lies’ easier to swallow ~
Their Daily Bread ~
Lines of cocaine (gossip) ~ with other who are just like them’
Talk-about ~ Talk about!
‘Get high’ to help them get by
& generates more negative energy to hate, demean & shore up their self esteem!
More ‘lines of cocaine’
Arming their weapons of dysfunction~
The defense of their reason to live a ‘productive life’
So everyone will see how proud they are & love to be!
No target can withstand their bullying
& no regrets
They take no prisoners !
But they are ‘so nice’
Strength in numbers
Their clan they hold dear
They steal & reset they negativity toward others ~
& everyone revers them~
(So as not be become a target of their off-color venue)
Unholy Anxious & Happily Unhappy
They forage the newspapers, the gossip mills to fined fresh kill!
Their god-given talents laid on the waste
Bursed & Battered
Waiting for the Good Samaritan to come the usher the to the Inn of Recovery
Where the Rosary is an unknown
~Just an instrument that distracts & becomes a roadblock to the Mission-at-Hand
That would destroy ‘their cover’ & take more time away from their ‘mission of hate’!
We all know how this may end ~ life snuffing ~
Thursday, November 21, 2019~ 3 AM
after teas & still not able to shut down~
** In the Box in My Heart
Endless
Infinite treasures
Road map for destiny unknown
For the asking
Fail to forget to ask.
Existence – Empty of promise
Empty of womb
Idols steal time
Like Esau
Traded in for a bowl of porridge
Hungry to feed the mortal
& leave empty the Infinite
A Painting without paint
An unfinished work of art
Undone
Share of mindfulness
Meditation
Wait on the Universe
To speak…
What is needed will arrive at the appointed time
Often in the form of a disaster
Or other sorrow
Shining through them
& praise still
Not easy…It will be true
Truth hurts
Night Prayer ~
** Gentle Angel of Light
Be with me today
To find truth where it lies beneath the plane
The din
The Confused commotion
Show me – beyond perception
The notion of nothingness
No judgement
No fault
Only rapture where heaven exists
& meets the road to eternity!
Breaths & cradle our being
Light my path
Let Light shine out of darkness
Making my footsteps secure & known.
** Gratitude ~
A massively underutilized tool
For life improvement
Forgotten
Remembered not
Steals positivity
Take but a moment
To ask why be grateful?
Like digging for gold
Taking time to find the glitter in the darkness!
In the Box in My Heart
Endless
Infinite treasures
Road map for destiny unknown
For the asking
Fail to forget to ask.
Existence – Empty of promise
Empty of womb
Idols steal time
Like Esau
Traded in for a bowl of porridge
Hungry to feed the mortal
& leave empty the Infinite
A Painting without paint
An unfinished work of art
Undone
Share of mindfulness
Meditation
Wait on the Universe
To speak…
What is needed will arrive at the appointed time
Often in the form of a disaster
Or other sorrow
Shining through them
& praise still
Not easy…It will be true
Truth hurts
~~
** Late for Choir Rehearsal! Sorry!
July 2 Eclipse
I Came to Sing
Like a meadowlark!
Blind ~ she was & was I
She Sang for the king
But he loved her so
He gave her sight!
To sing for him
She loved him so
She died.
I came to sing
& hear the sky flowing
& soaring above the loft ~
I came to sing & the Music died!
The Ravens & Hawks swooped over
& drowned every single note of sweetness!
I came to sing
& they gathered to breathe empty thoughts & regrets
I came to sing & lost heart
Lost soul
Hearing the Music that never was!
I came to sing
& found myself crying aloud for all the creative brightness
& beauty the might have been!
I cam to sing
& found a place in my core that was never lit
In darkness
Silently
There was no more!
~
** Saturday, October 1, 2011
First Friday & First Saturday
11:00 PM Prayers
** ~ Holy Space
Prayer… layer upon layer
Waiting for the Gate to open
The air is thin
Ordinary and plain spoken
Heart broken
The touch comes from nowhere
The Living Presence shapes in the form of a gift
The air changes to amber
listening
The sounds peal
Hearing the tumult
The upheaval move near
Knowing the soft loud rustle
The diminutive, almost imperceptible Force
Settles in my soul
Nestles next to my being
Present in every way
My place in this prayer is suspended
Divinity inundates
Like a butterfly
Hold only for a heartbeat
But once held
Can never be the same
Would walk a thousand miles
to hold the butterfly again
Dale~
Deus Always Love Eternal…
~~
** Awake
Awake
But not
Alive
But not
Incoming arrives & glares
The stars know
but care not to share
The Plants align
In fancy formations
Heavenly hash
The Wheels of the chariot
Creation bound
Turn & Retrograde
Refit
The pain of the hour
Waxes & wanes with the Moon
It is in not knowing that we know
It is believing that we trust
It is dying that we are born to Eternal life
~~
** The Autumn Mist
God suspends the Matter of Man in His Space
The Space in between
God is space
Time
& we are the rafters
He is the space in-between
Space & Time
Continuum
Never ending
Never beginning
Always being
Let it be
Release to the cosmos
& be glad!
Understanding
not ever having to seek forgiveness
Never having to say ‘I am sorry’
be grateful for the hiccups in life
Teachers all
Never give up on what is True
Cheat death by living life
with no regrets
That is life!
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About the Author
Inspirational Verse in the free-form style of Emily Dickinson –
HT Wagner (Dee Hinkle) – is a Freelance writer of WordPress in St Louis, Missouri
She has had a successful career in Project Manager with over 25 years’ experience in research, development and team building, with a strong background in both technical and financial services industry recruiting. She has also built her own successful recruiting company.
Dee is retired and suffered a series of devastating family tragedies that led to a period of deep depression -Expressing herself in poetry has helped her to rebuild a normal productive life.
Dee’s ‘turn on’s- are the ocean, swing dancing and comedy.
Her ‘turn-off’s’ are negative people who judge and people who hate.
She and husband of 53 years now live in St Louis close to her family.
You can email her at dwh1nine@gmail.com
Emily Dickinson – was born on December 10, 1830, in Amherst, Massachusetts. She attended Mount Holyoke Female Seminary in South Hadley, but only for one year. Born: December 10, 1830, Amherst
Evidence suggests that Dickinson lived much of her life in isolation. Considered an eccentric by locals, she developed a penchant for white clothing and was known for her reluctance to greet guests or, later in life, to even leave her bedroom.-
Contents – Mix of Emily’s poems & HT Wagner originals –
Sanctuary – the Diary of Ann Frank –
HT Wagner
The horrors of war and abuse become
Sanctuary
Solace is fun in hidden places
Hold me now
Hold my Heart in Your Sacred Hands forever
Stay with me
This too shall pass
It always does
Inside the bungalow of self-knowing
Conquering Anxiety with Trust – HT Wagner
When anxious thought surround
abound
Knowing that this is not the final destination
Brings hope
Brings trust and anxious thought dissipate
Rusty chains hold what is left
For one more time-
Standing beside Mary I see – A prayer – HT Wagner
A prayer of the Passion-
The Way of the Cross
I know it was meant to be – The Will of God
But the strands of attachment – eternal
broken with the pathos of mankind
Rip and tear the heart
Tears flow uncontrollably
Feeling numb and raw
The happiness of you – forever lost
Awaiting resurrection – it will surely come
Not as I planned
but as it was to bet
It is comforting to know that the best laid plans of man – are subject always to the Will of Creation – man is an afterthought
Above Oblivion’s Tide there is a Pier – Emily Dickinson
And an efface-less “Few” are lifted there —
Nay — lift themselves — Fame has no Arms —
And but one smile — that meagres Balms —
January 17, 2022
Ah, Teneriffe! – Emily Dickinson
Retreating Mountain!
Purples of Ages — pause for you —
Sunset — reviews her Sapphire Regiment —
Day — drops you her Red Adieu!
Still — Clad in your Mail of ices —
Thigh of Granite — and thew — of Steel —
Heedless — alike — of pomp — or parting
Ah, Teneriffe!
I’m kneeling — still —
January 15, 2022
Again — his voice is at the door — Emily Dickinson
I feel the old Degree —
I hear him ask the servant
For such an one — as me —
I take a flower — as I go —
My face to justify —
He never saw me — in this life —
I might surprise his eye!
I cross the Hall with mingled steps —
I — silent — pass the door —
I look on all this world contains —
Just his face — nothing more!
We talk in careless — and it toss —
A kind of plummet strain —
Each — sounding — shyly —
Just — how — deep —
The other’s one — had been —
We walk — I leave my Dog — at home —
A tender — thoughtful Moon —
Goes with us — just a little way —
And — then — we are alone —
Alone — if Angels are “alone” —
First time they try the sky!
Alone — if those “veiled faces” — be —
We cannot count — on High!
I’d give — to live that hour — again —
The purple — in my Vein —
But He must count the drops — himself —
My price for every stain!
Saturday, October 1, 2011
11:00 PM Prayers
Holy Space – HT Wagner
Prayer… layer upon layer
Waiting for the Gate to open
The air is thin
Ordinary and plain spoken
Heart broken
The touch comes from nowhere
The Living Presence shapes in the form of a gift
The air changes to amber
listening
The sounds peal
Hearing the tumult
The upheaval move near
Knowing the soft loud rustle
The diminutive, almost imperceptible force
Settles in my soul
Nestles next to my being
Present in every way
My place in this prayer is suspended
Divinity inundates
Like a butterfly
Hold only for a heartbeat
But once held
Can never be the same
Would walk a thousand miles
to hold the butterfly again
January 15, 2022
After the Sun Comes Out – (inspired by Dickinson) HT Wagner
The mind is readied –
Lamination
Lamination of the psyche
When the sun comes out
Yesterday closure amend
Soldiers and sailors – barrage
– a fleet of vessels to wage war
Flettila – Cargo laden
the chain gang
Road through on the easy street – goes through the sewer
January 15, 2022
After the Sun comes out – Emily Dickinson
How it alters the World —
Waggons like messengers hurry about
Yesterday is old —
All men meet as if
Each foreclosed a news —
Fresh as a Cargo from Batize
Nature’s qualities —
January 15, 2022
The Pain He Bore – HT Wagner
The disputing Neves cried out in Agony
Majestic – Magnificent but outstretched arms
Heart strings strummed a dirge
a funeral song
Blood ran cold and wet
Warming and warning the afternoon
Helpless She bore the scene
Helpless and Holy a Mother’s love
After great pain, a formal feeling comes — Emily Dickinson
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs —
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?
The Feet, mechanical, go round —
A Wooden Way
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought —
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone —
This is the Hour of Lead —
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow —
First — Chill — then Stupor — then the letting go —
January 15, 2022
Lament of Integrity.- HT Wagner
Dirge
Funeral Song
Unflagging voice of the underdog
Scapegoat – carries the burden of all humanity
The diligent Voice will soar unmoved –
righteousness and honestly survive
to morn the debt of integrity
January 15, 2022
After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside — Emily Dickinson
Nature imparts the little Blue-Bird — assured
Her conscientious Voice will soar unmoved
Above ostensible Vicissitude.
First at the March — competing with the Wind —
Her panting note exalts us — like a friend —
Last to adhere when Summer cleaves away —
Elegy of Integrity.
January 15, 2022
Impossible to Please – HT Wagner
Life – Death – Resurrection
The picky perfectionist be-
Fearing failure the morn rides the horse of Death
Each minute swallows time spent again and again
Free will decides what the ending will be
The liar embarrassed by lack of true air
Unholy Ungodly the doubting Deity
January 15, 2022
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? – Emily Dickinson
Not Death — for who is He?
The Porter of my Father’s Lodge
As much abash eth me!
Of Life? ‘Twere odd I fear [a] thing
That comprehendeth me
In one or two existences —
As Deity decree —
Of Resurrection? Is the East
Afraid to trust the Morn
With her fastidious forehead?
As soon impeach my Crown!
January 15, 2022
‘It is Better to Consider-Than not exist at all’-
(Inspired by E. Dickinson) – HT Wagner
Existence
Consider life’s condition
Albeit not for everyone
Existence on many planes
Finds strength through all adversity
or idles motionless without a wind to propel
All life moves forward with a gale or a hint
Days when dazed by none-the-less
Backseat to living life forward
feeling not worked out
Become carrion – decaying flesh to be hold
January 15, 2022 (E. Dickinson)
Advance is Life’s condition – Emily Dickinson
The Grave but a Relay
Supposed to be a terminus
That makes it hated so —
The Tunnel is not lighted
Existence with a wall
Is better we consider
Than not exist at all —
January 15, 2022
Adrift! A little boat adrift!- Emily Dickinson
And night is coming down!
Will no one guide a little boat
Unto the nearest town?
So Sailors say — on yesterday —
Just as the dusk was brown
One little boat gave up its strife
And gurgled down and down.
So angels say — on yesterday —
Just as the dawn was red
One little boat — o’erspent with gales —
Retrimmed its masts — redecked its sails —
And shot — exultant on!
January 15, 2022
A Little Boat Adrift (Inspired by E. Dickinson) – HT Wagner
Ebb and flow of the Season
He who sees all
Says ‘no’
Little boat floats alone
Lonely, solo – it stands to hold on
Adrift it stands to reason
The Why and wherefore never known
Thoughts adrift on a sacred mission
Stand alone to make a home
Sails about the windy way
A prayer laughed launched never alone at last
January 14, 2022
Absent Place — an April Day — Emily Dickinson
Daffodils a-blow
Homesick curiosity
To the Souls that snow —
Drift may block within it
Deeper than without —
Daffodil delight but
Him it duplicate —
Daffodil a-blow – (Inspired by E. Dickinson) – HT Wagner
Peeking through the snow scenery
Brave
Button down bodice
Button down to forget the frozen fare
But for the airy warmth below
It speaks to the lonely landscape below
Absence disembodies — so does Death – Emily Dickinson
Hiding individuals from the Earth
Superposition helps, as well as love —
Tenderness decreases as we prove —
January 14, 2022
The Fog Has lifted – HT Wagner
Dusty fog surrounds
Kitten’s feet not
More like Clydesdale’s hoofs
Trampling the good – bad and all left over
Waiting for inspiration to fall
Grounded
Stop – drop and roll
The fire rages and roams
Broadcasting hate not hope
The fabric of fog
Fuzzy smoke
Laid waste to incoming
Dissipates and joy remains!
Fixing Family – HT Wagner
The infidels of modern time
The twisted twist of betrayal
a lie-
You know who you are
A secret kiss
glance that no one sees
but everyone knows
Lost in all that matters not
January 13, 2022
Oblivion’s Tide has a Pier- (Inspired by E. Dickinson) – HT Wagner
Cursed are we – Creation’s engine
Insensibility – Enmity
The Fall – Sin entered the world – Enmity was born
and Bred hatred to bring all creation into perfect balance
Painful it is when our fallen nature chisels out what does not serve mankind – Enmity –
Mutual Hostility – Lack of Trust
Producing thorns and thistles between man that only secure attachment or imprinting can negate –
Sculpts a new tomorrow for man
No longer Animal
Surgery
Fall of Man
Sins born until a Scapegoat was born
The Cross carried all sins of mankind
Desert bound
Enmity – mutual hostility between persecutor and persecuted, for which the Christian, following Christ’s new morality, must substitute a new attitude by which he loves and prays for his enemy (Mt 5.43–48; Lk 6.27–36).
Genesis Chapter 3 – To Adam he said, “Because you listened to your wife and ate from the tree about which I commanded you, `You must not eat of it,’ “Cursed is the ground because of you; through painful toil you will eat of it all the days of your life. It will produce thorns and thistles for you, and you will eat the plants of the field.
Stupor or Coma
Non existence
Brought into existence by Imprinting beacons broadcast abroad to a welcoming ear-
Limited space and time –
There is a window
Time sensitive to walk through & attach
Obscurity
Above Oblivion’s Tide there is a Pier – Emily Dickinson
And an effaceless “Few” are lifted there —
Nay — lift themselves — Fame has no Arms —
And but one smile — that meagres Balms —
January 12, 2022
Mirth is the Mail of Anguish (Inspired by E. Dickinson) HT Wagner
Anguish a state ungraced
Mail order bride
Happy to be over
Sorrow grief
Blood runs colder than the cold night air
Death knows no feeling
Life lingers and langurs lifeless
Rebirth renaissance
January 12, 2022
A wounded deer leaps highest,- Emily Dickinson
I’ve heard the hunter tell ;
‘T is but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs :
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings !
Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it cautions arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And “You’re hurt” exclaim !
A World made penniless by that departure – Emily Dickinson
Of minor fabrics begs
But sustenance is of the spirit
The Gods but Dregs
A Prayer We Shall Have if We Keep Saying – HT Wagner
“Made Flesh and dwelt among us”
Taste and see the goodness of the Lord
Mind maps new growth
Thought dregs
Sediment of sentiment
Positive Affirms
Conquers
Negative – Defeats Growing backwards
Respect called for
a prayer
A Word made Flesh is seldom – Emily Dickinson
And tremblingly partook
Nor then perhaps reported
But have I not mistook
Each one of us has tasted
With ecstasies of stealth
The very food debated
To our specific strength —
A Word that breathes distinctly
Has not the power to die
Cohesive as the Spirit
It may expire if He —
“Made Flesh and dwelt among us”
Could condescension be
Like this consent of Language
This loved Philology.
A word is dead – Emily Dickinson
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
A Word dropped careless on a Page – Emily Dickinson
May stimulate an eye
When folded in perpetual seam
The Wrinkled Maker lie
Infection in the sentence breeds
We may inhale Despair
At distances of Centuries
From the Malaria —
January 4, 2022
A Word dropped careless on a Page – (Inspired by E. Dickinson) – HT Wagner
Rolls over to the inconsequential edge
Unbeknownst the rustle
The quietude of the night
Stares with fright
On its Way to be a Book
January 4, 2022
A winged spark doth soar about — Emily Dickinson
I never met it near
For Lightning it is oft mistook
When nights are hot and sere — scald
Its twinkling Travels it pursues
Above the Haunts of men —
A speck of Rapture — first perceived
By feeling it is gone —
Rekindled by some action quaint
January 4, 2022
Rekindled – HT Wagner –
When Darkness Descends – From ‘Prayer Book & other Notions’
Retreat and Wait
For the Breath of God
To reveal Itself
His Will be done
When Darkness Descends
Know it is time to Fall back
Open wide your heart
and Know that He is God
When Darkness Descends
Without the Darkness
Cocooning
There is no light
Darkness is the passage to Light
Without darkness
There could be no Day
No Way of the Cross
Only void of the Spirit Soul
January 11, 2022
Loss and grief – Trauma – HT Wagner
Shattered fife
When the ‘rug of life’ is pulled from beneath your feet
A part of you died
Divorce is life altering
All that defined you was absent
Void became the new normal
Fine food
Fine wine
Fine friends could not fill the empty broken heart
Faith is mighty but without love it is nothing
without loss to profits nothing
Hope amplifies for all eternity
Faith must be nourished
The power of Your love sets us free
A Wind that rose – Emily Dickinson
Though not a Leaf
In any Forest stirred
But with itself did cold engage
Beyond the Realm of Bird —
A Wind that woke a lone Delight
Like Separation’s Swell
Restored in Arctic Confidence
To the Invisible —
January 4, 2022
A Wind that Woke a Lone Delight – (Inspired by E. Dickinson) HT Wagner
The Wind borrowed a Wayfaring delight
To make the matters worse
What matters not included
Wind matters
and quakes the Holy Grail
Chalice – vessel of the Spirit Holy
A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds
That threatened it — did run
And crouched behind his Yellow Door
Was the defiant sun —
Some conflict with those upper friends
So genial in the main
That we deplore peculiarly
Their arrogant campaign —
January 5, 2022
The Desert of the Defiant Son – HT Wagner
The sun remembers not
The harshness of it beams
It ripples light of the illuminating kind
It grows the plants so the materials disappear
& resurrect from the soil
a leaf – a bloom
Its fruit becomes a plenteous fare
when out of the shade it grows
Noon day sun – shouts fauna galore
Creation in the context of business strategy
Under the promising blue sky
A Wife — at daybreak I shall be — Emily Dickinson
Sunrise — Hast thou a Flag for me?
At Midnight, I am but a Maid,
How short it takes to make a Bride —
Then — Midnight, I have passed from thee
Unto the East, and Victory —
Midnight — Good Night! I hear them call,
The Angels bustle in the Hall —
Softly my Future climbs the Stair,
I fumble at my Childhood’s prayer
So soon to be a Child no more —
Eternity, I’m coming — Sire,
Savior — I’ve seen the face — before!
January 4, 2022
Softly my Future climbs the Stair, (Inspired by E. Dickinson)
-HT Wagner
Stairways go both Ways
To the Stars or
Dead-in-the Water calm
No Future or low future
Happiness heaves and yawns
Only sparks a life when in love
Let go
Bring on the Clowns
January 4, 2022
A Weight with Needles on the pounds —
To push, and pierce, besides —
That if the Flesh resist the Heft — (lift)
The puncture — coolly tries —
That not a pore be overlooked
Of all this Compound Frame —
As manifold for Anguish — (many)
As Species — be — for name —
January 4, 2022
Manifold Anguish – HT Wagner
Anguish comes in many shames
The closer to the Heart
The more pondress it is
It scalds the mind
It scolds the mind
In a thinking Way
Becomes a Way of Life to lighten or to consume
Either Way – become a highway
A continuum sequentially
January 4, 2022
A Visitor in Marl — Emily Dickinson –
clay & lime Fertilizer
Who influences Flowers —
Till they are orderly as Busts —
And Elegant — as Glass —
Who visits in the Night —
And just before the Sun —
Concludes his glistening interview —
Caresses — and is gone —
But whom his fingers touched —
And where his feet have run —
And whatsoever Mouth be kissed —
Is as it had not been —
January 4, 2022
A transport one cannot contain – Emily Dickinson
May yet a transport be —
Though God forbid it lift the lid —
Unto its Ecstasy!
A Diagram — of Rapture! (Ecstasy)
A sixpence at a Show —
With Holy Ghosts in Cages!
The Universe would go!
January 4, 2020
Holy Ghost in Cages (Inspired by E. Dickinson) – HT Wagner
How to grasp the straws of the Universe
Father – Son –
Root cause – the Father –
Son in the Middle
Mary – the Maid Marian
Spirit that tracks the Way
Not in Cages – but thought tracks
Pathways progression
Mentally engaging energy
that evolves the DNA
A train went through a burial gate,- Emily Dickinson
A bird broke forth and sang,
And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throat
Till all the churchyard rang ;
And then adjusted his little notes,
And bowed and sang again.
Doubtless, he thought it meet of him
To say good-by to men.
January 3, 2022
A Tooth upon Our Peace – (E. Dickinson) – HT Wagner
Piece mill
Peacemeal
Mill work – Grinding & crushing
Cogs go silent & was away
Wind Mill
Our peace tastes of truth
or it is not at all
Vandalized
Grinding and gnashing of Teeth
I cannot win-
A Tooth upon Our Peace – Emily Dickinson
The Peace cannot deface —
Then Wherefore be the Tooth?
To vitalize the Grace —
The Heaven hath a Hell —
Itself to signalize —
And every sign before the Place
Is Gilt with Sacrifice —
January 2, 2022
Bite-Sized Truth – HT Wagner
It is a long strike
a long stretch
but truth bites in the rear
When gusty woods blow winds of unbeknownst
Frozen
Frigid
Forever never
Why do the pricks rule the world
With their hatful hurtful selfish horror?
January 4. 2022
A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig – Emily Dickenson
And thought it very nice
I think, because his empty Plate
Was handed Nature twice —
Invigorated, waded
In all the deepest Sky
Until his little Figure
Was forfeited away — (Surrender, Relinquish handover)
January 1, 2022
A Tongue — to tell Him I am true! – Emily Dickinson
Its fee — to be of Gold —
Had Nature — in Her monstrous House
A single Ragged Child —
To earn a Mine — would run
That Interdicted Way, (forbidden)
And tell Him — Charge thee speak it plain —
That so far — Truth is True?
And answer What I do —
Beginning with the Day
That Night — begun —
Nay — Midnight — ’twas —
Since Midnight — happened — say —
If once more — Pardon — Boy —
The Magnitude thou may
Enlarge my Message — If too vast
Another Lad — help thee —
Thy Pay — in Diamonds — be —
And His — in solid Gold —
Say Rubies — if He hesitate —
My Message — must be told —
Say — last I said — was This —
That when the Hills — come down —
And hold no higher than the Plain —
My Bond — have just begun —
And when the Heavens — disband —
And Deity conclude —
Then — look for me. Be sure you say —
Least Figure — on the Road —
January 1, 2022
A Toad, can die of Light — Emily Dickinson
Death is the Common Right
Of Toads and Men —
Of Earl and Midge (2 winged fly)
The privilege —
Why swagger, then? (strut parade)
The Gnat’s supremacy is large as Thine —
Life — is a different Thing —
So measure Wine —
Naked of Flask — Naked of Cask —
Bare Rhine —
Which Ruby’s mine?
January 1, 2022
A throe upon the features (agony) — Emily Dickinson
A hurry in the breath —
An ecstasy of parting
Denominated “Death” —
An anguish at the mention
Which when to patience grown,
I’ve known permission given
To rejoin its own.
To Trow a Throe – HT Wagner
In a heart beat
Agony descends
Not chosen but a rapture
An ecstasy
Joyful misery –
Folding to the arms of tomorrow
Crucifixion ascends to defend
January 1, 2022
Permission Given – HT Wagner
It is all about acceptance
Knowing when to sit or when or stand
Feeling the right thing to say
Holding back so as not to offend
Taking a dare
Knowing the pause
Writing the next faux pas
or Just holding on
Praying for the Long night to fall into dawn
January 1, 2022
Deepest Sky – HT Wagner
The sky dome of the Mind
No light shall abide
Only darkness
Streets without names
Tied to love – Fear has no bounds
Only wakes of waves of emotives
Bound by want – desire
Binding honest feelings of hope harms
Nowhere to go – To fly out
But to make the sinews follow
Volcano – Blow your Mind
Love turns to dust – U2
January 1,2022
A Spider sewed at Night – Emily Dickinson
Without a Light
Upon an Arc of White.
If Ruff it was of Dame (equivalent to knight) (Elizabethan projected shrill worn around neck)
Or Shroud of Gnome (burial clothes)
Himself himself inform.
Of Immortality
His Strategy
Was Physiognomy. (features)
January 1, 2022 –
Strategic Immortality – HT Wagner
A plan well made
Eternal life or damnation
Depends on prospective
a Thorn well hidden
Embedded in the soul
Will be the crowning achievement
that defines the Soul Space in the Now
A crown of Thorns or
a Royal Diadem?
The Wounded Lion of Lucerne
Wounded fatally by the pettiness of a pang
January 1, 2022 – Emily Dickinson
A stagnant pleasure like a Pool – Emily Dickinson
That lets its Rushes grow (hurry
Until they heedless tumble in
And make the Water slow
Impeding navigation bright
Of Shadows going down
Yet even this shall rouse itself
When freshets come along.
January 2, 2022
Go Like a Bat out of Hell – HT Wagner
Hell’s Angels
Heaven’s prison guards
A Prison gets to be a Friend – (E. Dickinson)
A prison keeps the World outside
Inside trapped in ecstasy
Outside blizzards of harsh mentality
Prison cages once and for all
Damned is the want of what matter’s not
Wisdom valued
Wisdom leads into everlasting peace
January 1, 2022
A still — Volcano — Life — Emily Dickinson
That flickered in the night —
When it was dark enough to do
Without erasing sight —
A quiet — Earthquake Style —
Too subtle to suspect
By natures this side Naples —
The North cannot detect
The Solemn — Torrid — Symbol —
The lips that never lie —
Whose hissing Corals part — and shut —
And Cities — ooze away —
January 1, 2022
A Thought went up my mind today — Emily Dickinson
That I have had before —
But did not finish — some way back —
I could not fix the Year —
Nor where it went — nor why it came
The second time to me —
Nor definitely, what it was —
Have I the Art to say —
But somewhere — in my Soul — I know —
I’ve met the Thing before —
It just reminded me — ’twas all —
And came my way no more —
January 1, 2022
I Could not Fix the Year – HT Wagner
Days came no more to haunt happiness
Remembering what might have been
Sorrow
Sadness
Sad-mess of it all
What was mended and mown
Tiled in a mosaic of exploits & vengeance & surfeit
Animation abounds
Amplified the transports of joy
Despondency Despair Deported
Buried in an undercroft
A crypt
Part II
For the Love of Emily- A Study of Verse
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January 2, 2022
A South Wind — has a pathos – Emily Dickinson
Of individual Voice —
As One detect on Landings
An Emigrant’s address.
A Hint of Ports and Peoples —
And much not understood —
The fairer — for the farness —
And for the foreignhood.
January 2, 2022
Foreignhood – HT Wagner
We are all from somewhere
Brotherhood
Some of us
we are foreigners in our own land
Enmity becomes
Enmity ravages
Friends false
Friends afraid & hateful
Amenity – awaits
Nations waring
People pretend to cover their Darknessness
Pathos descends
January 2, 2022
A something in a summer’s Day – Emily Dickinson
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.
A something in a summer’s noon —
A depth — an Azure — a perfume —
Transcending ecstasy.
And still within a summer’s night
A something so transporting bright
I clap my hands to see —
Then veil my too inspecting face
Lets such a subtle — shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me —
The wizard fingers never rest —
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes its narrow bed — abrasive
Still rears the East her amber Flag —
Guides still the sun along the Crag
His Caravan of Red —
So looking on — the night — the morn
Conclude the wonder gay —
And I meet, coming thro’ the dews
Another summer’s Day!
January 2, 2022
Tsunami of the Crush of Day – HT Wagner
Hope dawns happy
Abrasion soon sets in
To greet the finest norm
Wither away the breath and dance of the day
Hawks & Buzzards
Blizzard Blocks out
Creative imagined Hope
Poverty
January 2, 2022
A Solemn thing within the Soul – Emily Dickinson
To feel itself get ripe —
And golden hang — while farther up —
The Maker’s Ladders stop —
And in the Orchard far below —
You hear a Being — drop —
A Wonderful — to feel the Sun
Still toiling at the Cheek
You thought was finished —
Cool of eye, and critical of Work —
He shifts the stem — a little —
To give your Core — a look —
But solemnest — to know
Your chance in Harvest moves
A little nearer — Every Sun
The Single — to some lives.
January 2, 2022
The Maker’s Ladder Stops – HT Wagner
Jacob knew well
the Rungs to tread
The more caustic the norm
The lower transcends
Combat to the top
Ladder holds firm
or gives way to waste
Unholy press
January 2, 2022
A solemn thing — it was — I said — Emily Dickinson
A woman — white — to be —
And wear — if God should count me fit —
Her blameless mystery —
A hallowed thing — to drop a life
Into the purple well —
Too plummetless — that it return —
Eternity — until —
I pondered how the bliss would look —
And would it feel as big —
When I could take it in my hand —
As hovering — seen — through fog —
And then — the size of this “small” life —
The Sages — call it small —
Swelled — like Horizons — in my vest —
And I sneered — softly — “small”!
January 2, 2022
A soft Sea washed around the House – Emily Dickinson
A Sea of Summer Air
And rose and fell the magic Planks
That sailed without a care —
For Captain was the Butterfly
For Helmsman was the Bee
And an entire universe
For the delighted crew.
January 2, 2022
A Sloop of Amber slips away – Emily Dickinson
Upon an Ether Sea,
And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar,
The Son of Ecstasy —
January 2, 2022
A slash of Blue — Emily Dickinson
A sweep of Gray —
Some scarlet patches on the way,
Compose an Evening Sky —
A little purple — slipped between —
Some Ruby Trousers hurried on —
A Wave of Gold —
A Bank of Day —
This just makes out the Morning Sky.
January 2, 2022
A single Screw of Flesh – Emily Dickinson
Is all that pins the Soul
That stands for Deity, to Mine,
Upon my side the Veil —
Once witnessed of the Gauze —
Its name is put away
As far from mine, as if no plight
Had printed yesterday,
In tender — solemn Alphabet,
My eyes just turned to see,
When it was smuggled by my sight
Into Eternity —
More Hands — to hold — These are but Two —
One more new-mailed Nerve
Just granted, for the Peril’s sake —
Some striding — Giant — Love —
So greater than the Gods can show,
They slink before the Clay,
That not for all their Heaven can boast
Will let its Keepsake — go
January 3, 2022
What Pins the Soul – HT Wagner
A single screw of flesh – Emily Dickinson
Nailed to the earthen Crossroads
Plastered with clay and May flies
Buzzing in orbit of the heavenly sphere
The Soul chariot – the Body
Temporary at best
Built on a chassis of molten materials
Plucked from the local fare
Blue eyes the mirror of the Soul
Reflecting back to the dawn of man
Improved or
Impoverished by humanness
All the while creating with the thinking brain
Thought knits – wax positive
Negative steam roll & placate paths to hell
Mortality on the decline
January 3, 2022
A single Clover Plank – Emily Dickinson
Was all that saved a Bee
A Bee I personally knew
From sinking in the sky —
‘Twixt Firmament above
And Firmament below
The Billows of Circumference
Were sweeping him away —
The idly swaying Plank
Responsible to nought
A sudden Freight of Wind assumed
And Bumble Bee was not —
This harrowing event
Transpiring in the Grass
Did not so much as wring from him
A wandering “Alas” —
January 3, 2022
Incoming – HT Wagner
Nature recoils and witness to the harbinger
Forewarning of the cycle to be
Bee seizes the day
on the paddle petal of possibility
Bee pollen – carriage of supplies – provisions & proteins
Peptides & Enzymes landscape
Medicine to heal & disinflames – Bee Venom the syringe
To enflame the machinery of the whole human race
January 2, 2022
A Sickness of this World it most occasions – Emily Dickinson
When Best Men die.
A Wishfulness their far Condition
To occupy.
A Chief indifference, as Foreign
A World must be
Themselves forsake — contented,
For Deity.
January 3, 2022
When Best Men Die – HT Wagner
The planet goes on spinning
Whirling wheel of consciousness
Collectively the loss is subtracted
The loss dents the facade of the wanton wall
The Well – unprovoked seeps a little
Foraging begins
Casting about to fill the void of greatness lost
January 2, 2022
A shady friend — for Torrid days — Emily Dickinson
Is easier to find —
Than one of higher temperature
For Frigid — hour of Mind —
The Vane a little to the East —
Scares Muslin souls — away —
If Broadcloth Hearts are firmer —
Than those of Organdy —
Who is to blame? The Weaver?
Ah, the bewildering thread!
The Tapestries of Paradise
So notelessly — are made!
January 2, 2022
A Shade upon the mind there passes – Emily Dickinson
As when on Noon
A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses
Remembering
That some there be too numb to notice
Oh God
Why give if Thou must take away
The Loved?
January 2, 2022
Mind Shadows – HT Wagner
Shady thoughts
Heighten
the Tenor of thought
Patterns of regret
Regrets
Grow
Retard and Rust
The past becomes tomorrows burial chamber
January 2, 2022
A sepal, petal, and a thorn – Emily Dickinson
Upon a common summer’s morn —
A flask of Dew — A Bee or two —
A Breeze — a caper in the trees —
And I’m a Rose!
January 2, 2022
A Secret told — Emily Dickinson
Ceases to be a Secret — then —
A Secret — kept —
That — can appal (shock) but One —
Better of it — continual be afraid —
Than it —
And Whom you told it to — beside —
January 2, 2022
A science — so the Savants say, – Emily Dickinson
“Comparative Anatomy” —
By which a single bone —
Is made a secret to unfold
Of some rare tenant of the mold,
Else perished in the stone —
So to the eye prospective led,
This meekest flower of the mead
Upon a winter’s day,
Stands representative in gold
Of Rose and Lily, manifold,
And countless Butterfly!
January 3, 2022
Soon to be Prospective – HT Wagner
a Winter’s Day
Frozen Folly Forbids Motility
Motionless air heaves haute
Elegant – High Class
The Ics castle royal
Life is held at bay
Governs harm’s Way
Beneath it all
Slovenly slides
The messiness of the Spring to come
January 2, 2022
A Saucer holds a Cup – Emily Dickison
In sordid human Life
But in a Squirrel’s estimate
A Saucer hold a Loaf.
A Table of a Tree
Demands the little King
And every Breeze that run along
His Dining Room do swing.
His Cutlery — he keeps
Within his Russet Lips —
To see it flashing when he dines
Do Birmingham eclipse —
Convicted — could we be
Of our Minutiae
The smallest Citizen that flies
Is heartier than we —
January 3, 3022
Convicted – HT Wagner
Birth of a Soul
Convicted from the start
Laden with Minutiae
Outfitted for the harsh to be
Unlikely
Unknown
We become a unwarranted part of eternity
Unforgiving but non-the-less an entity
January 2, 2022
A Route of Evanescence – Emily Dickinson
With a revolving Wheel —
A Resonance of Emerald —
A Rush of Cochineal —
And every Blossom on the Bush
Adjusts its tumbled Head —
The mail from Tunis, probably,
An easy Morning’s Ride —
January 2, 2022
A Rat surrendered here – Emily Dickinson
A brief career of Cheer
And Fraud and Fear.
Of Ignominy’s due
Let all addicted to
Beware.
The most obliging Trap
Its tendency to snap
Cannot resist —
Temptation is the Friend
Repugnantly resigned
At last.
January 2, 2022
A prompt — executive Bird is the Jay — Emily Dickinson
Bold as a Bailiff’s Hymn —
Brittle and Brief in quality —
Warrant (License) in every line —
Sitting a Bough like a Brigadier
Confident and straight —
Much is the mien of him in March (appearance)
As a Magistrate —
January 2, 2022
A Prison gets to be a friend — Emily Dickinson
Between its Ponderous face
And Ours — a Kinsmanship express —
And in its narrow Eyes —
We come to look with gratitude
For the appointed Beam
It deal us — stated as our food —
And hungered for — the same —
We learn to know the Planks —
That answer to Our feet —
So miserable a sound — at first —
Nor ever now — so sweet —
As plashing in the Pools —
When Memory was a Boy —
But a Demurer Circuit —
A Geometric Joy —
The Posture of the Key
That interrupt the Day
To Our Endeavor — Not so real
The Check of Liberty —
As this Phantasm Steel —
Whose features — Day and Night —
Are present to us — as Our Own —
And as escapeless — quite —
The narrow Round — the Stint —
The slow exchange of Hope —
For something passiver — Content
Too steep for looking up —
The Liberty we knew
Avoided — like a Dream —
Too wide for any Night but Heaven —
If That — indeed — redeem —
January 3, 2022
A Prison Gets to be a Friend –
A Light exists in Spring – Emily Dickinson
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here
A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.
It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.
Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —
A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament
January 3, 2022
A Sacrement – HT Wagner
Ceremonial Grace
O Sacrament most holy
O sacrement Divine
Making the Way a Sacrament
Meaningful holy positivity on parade
Posthumous whispered vow
Prometheus bound
A pledge
A promise
Opening services renewed
Remain soft with the Sacred Soul Space
A lane of Yellow led the eye – Emily Dickinson
Unto a Purple Wood
Whose soft inhabitants to be
Surpasses solitude
If Bird the silence contradict (deny – refute)
Or flower presume to show
In that low summer of the West
Impossible to know —
January 3, 2022
Surpassing Solitude – HT Wagner
Not possible in the woods of modernity
Noise claws the blackboard of the night sky
Noise inundates the breath of the living Soul
The Mind screams for justice
The Heart beats for loudly for loneliness
Thread bare psyche bleeds
Happiness unknown
December 8, 2021
A Lady red — amid the Hill – Emily Dickinson
Her annual secret keeps!
A Lady white, within the Field
In placid Lily sleeps!
The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms —
Sweep vale — and hill — and tree!
Prithee, My pretty Housewives!
Who may expected be?
The Neighbors do not yet suspect!
The Woods exchange a smile!
Orchard, and Buttercup, and Bird —
In such a little while!
And yet, how still the Landscape stands!
How nonchalant the Hedge!
As if the “Resurrection”
Were nothing very strange!
December 7, 2021
Résurrection – HT Wagner
Plans – Bold Blueprint for the morrow
Harness the wanton wind & prepare
For the worst
The Best invert
Without the Passion – so Callus & Cruel
There could be no Resurrection
Pathos exchanged for joy
December 7, 2021
A House upon the Height — Emily Dickinson
That Wagon never reached —
No Dead, were ever carried down —
No Peddler’s Cart — approached —
Whose Chimney never smoked —
Whose Windows — Night and Morn —
Caught Sunrise first — and Sunset — last —
Then — held an Empty Pane —
Whose fate — Conjecture knew —
No other neighbor — did —
And what it was — we never lisped —
Because He — never told —
The Soul Requited – Makes Restitution – HT Wagner
Take a Toll or Break apart
A hurting wounded should need
Permission to be or not
Soul speaks for itself
Holds on to what is & what may never be
Brokenness requires a gnome to restore
The Soul – breathes life
Repents or dies a tragic death.
December 7, 2021
A Happy Lip — Breaks Sudden — Emily Dickinson
It doesn’t state you how
It contemplated — smiling —
Just consummated — now —
But this one, wears its merriment
So patient — like a pain —
Fresh gilded — to elude the eyes
Unqualified, to scan —
Toll – Permission to Pass – HT Wagner
Take a toll
To pass to the other side
Regard the moment
For it may never be again
Contemplate the journey
Decide or replay
For it is what it is
Uncle Abe always said!
December 7, 2021
The Tender Carpenter – HT Wagner
He drove home no bargains
Driven to accept His lot
His Mother was a witness
Bystanding with the Crowd
Always aware of the pain
Always cared to be there
While she witnessed the unspeakable
His Wounds became our entry point
to the Great Amen
December 7, 2021
A great Hope fell – Emily Dickinson
You heard no noise
The Ruin was within
Oh cunning wreck that told no tale
And let no Witness in
The mind was built for mighty Freight
For dread occasion planned
How often foundering at Sea
Ostensibly, on Land
A not admitting of the wound
Until it grew so wide
That all my Life had entered it
And there were troughs beside
A closing of the simple lid
That opened to the sun
Until the tender Carpenter
Perpetual nail it down —
December 7, 2021
A fuzzy fellow, without feet – Emily Dickinson
Yet doth exceeding run!
Of velvet, is his Countenance,
And his Complexion, dun!
Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass!
Sometime, upon a bough,
From which he doth descend in plush
Upon the Passer-by!
All this in summer.
But when winds alarm the Forest Folk,
He taketh Damask Residence —
And struts in sewing silk!
Then, finer than a Lady,
Emerges in the spring!
A Feather on each shoulder!
You’d scarce recognize him!
By Men, yclept Caterpillar!
By me! But who am I,
To tell the pretty secret
Of the Butterfly!
The Worm of Man Spinning a Soul of Silk – HT Wagner
Earthly home a dun
Dimly lit
Blind & Beholding
The Mind & Heart of man
But an incrementally large piece
Free Will behaves to grow or shrink the earth bound detail
Happy are those who give rise to thoughts that praise!
December 7, 2021
A full fed Rose on meals of Tint – Emily Dickinson
A Dinner for a Bee
In process of the Noon became –
Each bright Mortality
The Forfeit is of Creature fair
Itself, adored before
Submitting for our unknown sake
To be esteemed no more —
Noonday Son – HT Wagner
Submit to the burdensome fare
The heat & breath of the Noonday sun
We feel
We hear
We burn
The touch is heavy & barking warning
Wearing a loss Bearing the weight of the Promise of Tomorrow
Tomorrow depends on the investment in the Son of Man
The Christ
Saturday, December 7, 2021
A first Mute Coming — Emily Dickinson
In the Stranger’s House —
A first fair Going —
When the Bells rejoice —
A first Exchange — of
What hath mingled — been —
For Lot — exhibited to
Faith — alone —
Faith Alone – HT Wagner From ‘As the Fog Lifts’
Ami Christi
Sanctify me
Save me
Within Thy wounds hide me
State of Grace
By Invitation only
Grace to hear
Grace to see
Grace to feel
Hidden from those Who choose fear
Instead of faith
Wounds—Hiding place for the Saints
A feather from the Whippoorwill-Emily Dickinson
That everlasting — sings!
Whose galleries — are Sunrise —
Whose Opera — the Springs —
Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
Of mellow — murmuring thread —
Whose Beryl Egg, what Schoolboys hunt
In “Recess” — Overhead!
Saturday, December 4, 2021
The Feather Game-HT Wagner
Our Core
Private & Personal
Open to the World
Not to all who is only of the World
We own our thoughts
Positive & well Marinated with Mediation
Others judge
It is all they know
They are doing the best they can with what they have been given
Hide & seek shelter
Trust
The Truth will always emerge
Bright
Shining in the Noon Day Son
the Mind of Christ
the Thinking Brain of the Cosmos
We are truly Dust in the Wind
& that is all we can be
Unless we choose to free from what tethers was to the the planet
We call Home
Our Home is in the bosom of the unseen Go
We are the Matter
the Clay
the unseen God
The Space in between
Where we often claim home
Meditation
Only a feather
Left in a place where God Will find it
Meditation of desire
Blessed in the Space where only Large minds roam
Take them
Break them down to compartments of matter
That matters not
Release them to the Cosmos
Live
Breath
Bring on more God…
Loose the meaningless thought
that tether & hold us down
Prometheus bound
On the ‘terra firma’
We call home
Until Hercules sets free
A faded Boy — in sallow Clothes-Emily Dickinson
Who drove a lonesome Cow
To pastures of Oblivion —
A statesman’s Embryo —
The Boys that whistled are extinct —
The Cows that fed and thanked
Remanded to a Ballad’s Barn
Or Clover’s Retrospect —
The Trial Adjourned – HT Wagner
Still no verdict
Force of Nature
The Statesman
Elder
Accursed of killing
Killing life by slander
A lie
Self defense
Self-inflicted bore
Lone wolf at Heart
Others
Arm’s length
Out of Harm’s Way
Jury still out
Saturday, December 4, 2021
A face devoid of love or grace,- Emily Dickinson
A hateful, hard, successful face,
A face with which a stone
Would feel as thoroughly at ease
As were they old acquaintances —
First time together thrown.
At Ease – HT Wagner
Unseen grace
Poker game
Poker face
In really deep
Jubilee
Jamboree
Harbinger of joy
Free fall to Grace
Finding sense of self
Cosmic Choreography
The dance
The romance
of devotion
Hearts at Ease
Saturday, December 4, 2021
A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork-Emily Dickinson
Without a Revery —
And so encountering a Fly
This January Day
Jamaicas of Remembrance stir
That send me reeling in —
The moderate drinker of Delight
Does not deserve the spring —
Of juleps, part are in the Jug
And more are in the joy —
Your connoisseur in Liquours
Consults the Bumble Bee —
Hail Mary – HT Wagner
The Currency of Cosmos
A flurry
A Rosary
Prayer commonality
Venn Diagram
Overlapping circles
Relationship’s intercept
Share peace
Prayer said to tack
To thicken the layers of mental wellness
Small investment – grows formidable
Like Pyramids
Tombs for Egyptian Royalty
Hail Mary
Special Snowflake
That is eternal & warm
Saturday, December 4, 2021
A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree — Emily Dickinson
Another — on the Roof —
A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves —
And made the Gables laugh —
A few went out to help the Brook
That went to help the Sea —
Myself Conjectured were they Pearls —
What Necklace could be —
The Dust replaced, in Hoisted Roads —
The Birds jocoser sung —
The Sunshine threw his Hat away —
The Bushes — spangles flung —
The Breezes brought dejected Lutes —
And bathed them in the Glee —
Then Orient showed a single Flag,
And signed the Fete away —
Rain Drops and Spikes-HT Wagner
Fundraiser for the Soul
Mind
Body agree
Good for the Psyche
Showers come and go
Drifter of the Cosmos
Hitch hikers
Streetcar bums
Hide in the shadows
and pretend to be whole
Spikes employ
not strike
‘Sonshine’ onated pathos
to make the Harvest Golden
and the Resurrection
Euphoric
Saturday, December 4, 2021
A doubt if it be Us-Emily Dickinson
Assists the staggering Mind
In an extremer Anguish
Until it footing find.
An Unreality is lent,
A merciful Mirage
That makes the living possible
While it suspends the lives.
A Meaningful Mirage- HT Wagner
Hallucination
Present in every way
There to be there
Here at odds with all
Real or Imagined
Shackleford
Ford the waters navigated in time
Forging new pathways to the neo-neural ways to an end
The human mind
Saturday, December 4, 2021
A Dew sufficed itself — Emily Dickinson
And satisfied a Leaf
And felt “how vast a destiny” —
“How trivial is Life!”
The Sun went out to work —
The Day went out to play
And not again that Dew be seen
By Physiognomy
Whether by Day Abducted
Or emptied by the Sun
Into the Sea in passing
Eternally unknown
Attested to this Day
That awful Tragedy
By Transport’s instability
And Doom’s celerity.
A Thought A Notion – HT Wagner
A thought purposefully itself
Pleased the soul
Make waves to float the ego
The Mind ready
The Heart in sync
The Breath of God
Awaiting satiety
Saturday, December 4, 2021
A darting fear — a pomp — a tear — Emily Dickinson
A waking on a morn
To find that what one waked for,
Inhales the different dawn.
Small Arrow – HT Wagner
Small arrow –
Dashing
Darting in the noon day sun
Sense of being denied
Purposefully muddled & racked with fright
A quick poison word
Meant to cut & tear up
Torn
Ravaged
Tears wash away the fears
Leave a wake of horror undenied
Gossip laden intent
Glancing point anew
Life’s new trajectory set
A Counterfeit — a Plated Person — Emily Dickinson
I would not be —
Whatever strata of Iniquity
My Nature underlie —
Truth is good Health — and Safety, and the Sky.
How meagre, what an Exile — is a Lie,
And Vocal — when we die —
Exile to Wickedness-HT Wagner
Counterfeit
Slender lean
Layer upon layer of sparseness
All adding up to sum zero
Coinage for the ticket to eternity – a lie
Saturday, December 4, 2021
A Coffin — is a small Domain,-Emily Dickinson
Yet able to contain
A Citizen of Paradise
In it diminished Plane.
A Grave — is a restricted Breadth —
Yet ampler than the Sun —
And all the Seas He populates
And Lands He looks upon
To Him who on its small Repose
Bestows a single Friend —
Circumference without Relief —
Or Estimate — or End —
To Nail a Coffin-HT Wagner
A Place to be in the End Time
A Space freely reserved
Before the Foundation of Time
Rhyme
Nails of Rusty Lived lives
Bee hives
Hexagon coffers
Pollen & more
Coffins of lively buzzing
Reverse Engineering of Death’s dying
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky-Emily Dickinson
Superior Glory be
But that Cloud and its Auxiliaries
Are forever lost to me
Had I but further scanned
Had I secured the Glow
In an Hermetic Memory
It had availed me now.
Never to pass the Angel
With a glance and a Bow
Till I am firm in Heaven
Is my intention now.
Hermetic- HT Wagner
Sealed Shut
My mind of yore
Fall back
Emergency
Tomorrow – Dazzling dance
The Dance of Eye of an Angel
Steady Shine
Illuminate my path of tomorrow
The day after today!
Saturday, December 4, 2021
A Clock stopped — Emily Dickinson
Not the Mantel’s —
Geneva’s farthest skill
Can’t put the puppet bowing —
That just now dangled still —
An awe came on the Trinket!
The Figures hunched, with pain —
Then quivered out of Decimals —
Into Degreeless Noon —
It will not stir for Doctors —
This Pendulum of snow —
The Shopman importunes it —
While cool — concernless No —
Nods from the Gilded pointers —
Nods from the Seconds slim —
Decades of Arrogance between
The Dial life —
And Him —
The Clock Maker – HT Wagner
Clock Maker
Clock Maker
Make me a Clock
One that Runs Backward
to erase what was not grace
a trifle of tomorrow
to reset today
Make amends for sense of superiority
Hate & ruin
Pendulum of kryptonite
Weakenless
Harmlessness
Determinedly soft
Faithful Faithless to the core
Saturday, December 4, 2021
A chilly Peace infests the Grass-Emily Dickinson
The Sun respectful lies —
Not any Trance of industry
These shadows scrutinize —
Whose Allies go no more astray
For service or for Glee —
But all mankind deliver here
From whatsoever sea —
Trance-HT Wagner
Transitory peace well-bequested
Sea of sorrow belies
Lowly below
Wasteful folly the norm
Peace by any other name
Not known
Friday, December 3, 2021
The Image Satisfies-HT Wagner
Allure
Peers beyond the realm
Hollowed out & filled with badness
Boldness-Baldness
Dead air
Dear air
Invests
For fear to Sanctify
Ordering a Way to forgive
but I can’t
Unforgiveness to behold
A Charm invests a face-Emily Dickinson
Imperfectly beheld —
The Lady dare not lift her Veil
For fear it be dispelled —
But peers beyond her mesh —
And wishes — and denies —
Lest Interview — annul a want (contradict repudiate)
That Image — satisfies —
A Cap of Lead across the sky-Emily Dickinson
Was tight and surly drawn
We could not find the mighty Face
The Figure was withdrawn —
A Chill came up as from a shaft
Our noon became a well
A Thunder storm combines the charms
Of Winter and of Hell.
A Shaft – HT Wagner
Polar
Antarctic
Cold and draftily drawn
Blizzard smothers the appeal
of the dazzling Way
A shaft of light
Brings closure to a space
of Winter and Wanton Wildness
White
A Burdock — clawed my Gown — Emily Dickinson
Not Burdock’s — blame —
But mine —
Who went too near
The Burdock’s Den —
A Bog — affronts my shoe —
What else have Bogs — to do —
The only Trade they know —
The splashing Men!
Ah, pity — then!
‘Tis Minnows can despise!
The Elephant’s — calm eyes
Look further on!
Burr – HTWagner
A burr under a saddle
Yields a rub
That distracts &
Destroys peace
Raids tranquility
Divert
Giving attention to the pain
Heartbeat
the Heart break
Calm quiet
That was never meant to be
December Friday, December 3, 2021
A Bird came down the Walk — Emily Dickinson
He did not know I saw —
He bit an Angleworm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,
And then he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass —
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass —
He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all around —
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought —
He stirred his Velvet Head
Like one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home —
Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam —
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon
Leap, splashless as they swim.
Friday, November 26, 2021–
The Bird that Flies Away-HT Wagner
Once in the hand
loving
peace of mind
defending
Running out of time
Caged
Trapped
in an existence that is not
Where is the love?
Slavery
Take my body
Take my blood-
Soul alive & well
Eternal
Saturday, November 27, 2021
A Bee his burnished Carriage-Emily Dickinson
A Bee his burnished Carriage
Drove boldly to a Rose —
Combinedly alighting —
Himself — his Carriage was —
The Rose received his visit
With frank tranquillity
Withholding not a Crescent
To his Cupidity —
Their Moment consummated —
Remained for him — to flee —
Remained for her — of rapture
But the humility.
Friday, November 26, 2021
Thanksgiving Loss-HT Wagner
The Way we were
Lost and lonely
Looking around & seeing fog
Looking for a sense of belonging
A sense of being
Love expired
Love alone
Never ending emptiness
Leaving
Going down the long road home
Stuck in a spiral
Vortex of vomit
Same old stuff
Where is the love novel
Love renewed?
Life Death Rebirth
Dee Wagner~Hinkle
HT Wagner@ Twitter
dwh1nine@gmail.com
314-283-8786 (text)
My Posts
https://wordpress.com/posts/facebookcomdeehinkle2.com
Eind to Homelessness
https://facebookcomdeehinkle2.com/author/facebookcomdeehinkle2/https://wordpress.com/post/facebookcomdeehinkle2.wordpress.com/24
(My story)
JenCareBCE.com (web site)
(htwagner@jencarebce..com – under construction)
About the Author – Inspirational Verse in the free-form style of Emily Dickinson
HT Wagner – is a Freelance writer of WordPress in St Louis, Missouri
She has had a successful career in Project Manager with over 25 years’ experience in research, development and team building, with a strong background in both technical and financial services industry recruiting. She has also built her own successful recruiting company.
She retired and suffered a series of devastating family tragedies that led to a period of deep depression and devastation. Expressing herself in poetry has helped her to rebuild a normal life.
Dee’s ‘turn on’s- are the ocean, swing dancing and comedy.
Her ‘turn-off’s’ are negative people who judge and people who hate.
She and husband of 53 years now live in St Louis close to her family.
You can email her at dwh1nine@gmail.com
JenCareBCE.com
(htwagner@jencarebce..com – under construction)
Inspirational Verse in the free form style of Emily Dickinson
SELF-PUBLISHED ON AMAZON BOOKS-
Inspirational Verse in the free form style of Emily Dickinson
Prayer Book of Poems & Other Notions: Verses To Hold In Your Heart
by HT Wagner and Vince Ciarpella | Jul 28, 2021
Living in God’s Space: Inspirational Verses
by Ms HT Wagner and Vince Ciarpella | Jun 11, 2021
As the Fog Lifts in the Garden : Verses to Know that You are not Alone
by HT Wagner and Vince Ciapella | Oct 11, 2021
Kindle Edition 7.99
Novena to Our Lady of Good Remedy
Novena starts today February 11, 2020~
https://www.knightsoftheholyeucharist.com/our-lady-of-good-remedy-prayer-download/
Novena to Our Lady of Good Remedy
O Queen of heaven and earth, Most Holy Virgin, we venerate thee. Thou art the beloved Daughter of the Most High God, the chosen Mother of the Incarnate Word, the Immaculate Spouse of the Holy Spirit, the Sacred Vessel of the Most Holy Trinity.
O Mother of the Divine Redeemer, who under the title of Our Lady of Good Remedy comes to the aid of all who call upon thee, extend thy maternal protection to us. We depend on thee, dear Mother, as helpless and needy children depend on a tender and caring mother.
Hail Mary…
O Lady of Good Remedy, source of unfailing help, grant that we may draw from thy treasury of graces in our time of need.
Touch the hearts of sinners, that they may seek reconciliation and forgiveness. Bring comfort to the afflicted and the lonely; help the poor and the hopeless; aid the sick and the suffering. May they be healed in body and strengthened in spirit to endure their sufferings with patient resignation and Christian fortitude.
Hail Mary…
Dear Lady of Good Remedy, source of unfailing help, thy compassionate heart knows a remedy for every affliction and misery we encounter in life. Help me with thy prayers and intercession to find a remedy for my problems and needs, especially for (mention your special intentions here).
On my part, O loving Mother, I pledge myself to a more intensely Christian lifestyle, to a more careful observance of the laws of God, to be more conscientious in fulfilling the obligations of my state in life, and to strive to be a source of healing in this broken world of ours.
Dear Lady of Good Remedy, be ever present to me, and through thy intercession, may I enjoy health of body and peace of mind, and grow stronger in the faith and in the love of thy Son, Jesus.
Hail Mary…
- Pray for us, O Holy Mother of Good Remedy,
- That we may deepen our dedication to thy Son, and make the world alive with His Spirit.
As the Fog Lifts in the Garden
Verses to Know that You are not Alone
Poems written in the free-form style of Emily Dickinson
Edited by Vince Ciapella
Dedicated to Elizabeth Ciapella & George Hinkle
In recognition that they are the Wind beneath our Wings!
Other Books by HT Wagner-
Prayer Book of Poems & Other Notions:
by HT Wagner and Vince Ciarpella | Jul 28, 2021
Living in God’s Space: Inspirational Verses
by Ms HT Wagner and Vince Ciarpella | Jun 11, 2021
About the Author
HT Wagner – is a Freelance writer of WordPress in St Louis, Missouri
She has had a successful career in Project Manager with over 25 years’ experience in research, development and team building, with a strong background in both technical and financial services industry recruiting. She has also built her own successful recruiting company.
She retired and suffered a series of devastating family tragedies that led to a period of deep depression and devastation. Expressing herself in poetry has helped her to rebuild a normal life.
Dee’s ‘turn on’s- are the ocean, swing dancing and comedy.
Her ‘turn-off’s’ are negative people who judge and people who hate.
She and husband of 53 years now live in St Louis close to her family.
Inspirational Verse in the free form style of Emily Dickinson
Dee Wagner-Hinkle
HT Wagner@ Twitter
dwh1nine@gmail.com
314-283-8786 (text)
JenCareBCE.com
(htwagner@jencarebce..com – under construction)
My Posts
https://wordpress.com/posts/facebookcomdeehinkle2.com
Eind to Homelessness
https://facebookcomdeehinkle2.com/author/facebookcomdeehinkle2/
(My story)
https://wordpress.com/post/facebookcomdeehinkle2.wordpress.com/24
Body of Poems
Poem to dear neighbors-
Vince the inVincible & Elizabeth
Knight in Shining Armor
& Elizabeth
Maid Marian and more
when God made them who they are-
He broke the mold
They are there for you
at the drop of a hat
they care
they give
Out of the goodness of their hearts
They know what to do
went do and
they do it!
because they can!
Perfect friends
Friends Forever!!
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Part 1 – Darkness Descends-2006-2020
True Love Never Changes
True Love remains
It may wax and wane with the rip tides of Life
Depression
Anxiety
Hate
But it remains an anchor
to hold on to
Until the tide changes
& returns to renew
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Barometric Pressure 2007
Poems rise and fall
With the atmo-Spirit pressure
“Son-shine” shines love
Clouds make the sadness fall
Storms blow in fear and hopelessness
Seattle is looking petty good right now
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My prayer:
Lord, I find myself lost and alone
Again
You have been there for me all my life
You have allowed me to do things that go against my salvation
You are everything to me,
You are completely adored and I give much homage
And I do
I trust and find myself feeling privileged to be one of Yours
If it were all so easy!
Why cannot I just charge out there and serve you?
I know I am always held back by my “self”
I want to cry
I trust that you will bring to me what I need for salvation
And for the salvation of my husband, children, spouses and grandchildren children.
I count on Your grace and I am ever grateful for getting me through the tough years.
After 53 years of living in total grace,
I have to admit that I am spoiled.
Having grace for so many years
And now without…
You orchestrate my life
I am ever grateful,
I am ever fearful that I miss things
Please keep sending Your love
thanks for sending George
He may be more of an enabler
But he is dear and trusted
Please help me in my current situation
I fear for others and am completely helpless
Act quickly
As quickly as you removed my “darkness”
Forgive all of my malinformed judgements
Please remove all of the consequences of my sins
We are close to the end times…
We can make it…intact.
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Upwellings February – May 15, 2006
Massive Disruption
Trauma
Life altering
Begs
Borrows & Steals…
the Deep Well of Love
Goes dry
But Just for a while
to Regenerate
Repair
Make amends
for the Lack
The Ebb of the Tide
of Tomorrow
All things are transient
All things are new.
Become stale quickly
When denied the oxygen
The breath of life
Without which there is no tomorrow
No reason to Live another day
Those who yearn
Lust of the stage of this earth
are only pawns
in the Great Chess Game
Where the Kings & Queens
Make noble
Fake not
Break not
Bring the liar
to their knees
To say Yes to the Great Amen…
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Broken Rosary
A petal from my Rosary fell
At least it knew my hand would save it
Sacred food
Precious stop to hold a prayer
Now—not there
Savor
Hold on to the empty space
Reserved Parking
For a place “up there”
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Back in High School
Back in high school
On the sidelines
Looking in…
my past
I own what I built
Beg, borrowed or stolen
I want to participate
But the game is won
Won by the Man on the Cross
He has superseded my being
Blind
I cannot see the Christ on the tree
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Only Me….
Find Me
Forgive Me
Love me
And just Be
I’m on Your mission now-I think
I think
I hope
But never sure
Faith is shouting at me
Surprise awaits
Scary things that smother
Wearing blinders
Faith –I.V. for the soul.
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Nothing on My Mind but Nothingness
Dec 23,2011
Out on a spiritual limb…
Holiday vacuum
Sucked up all of the meaningful hallow chatter
In rush the fools with the clown suits on
All ready to perform the act of the ages
Me, me, me..
Cater to me..
Forget Thee
The giving mostly a one-way street…
Even the givers give because it fells good…
I give what I want to give..
Because giving is the thing to do…
Like it or not
You were given a thing…an object
That will bring your joy…
Like it or not
Giving to those you hold dear is easy…
But giving to those who have not???
‘Nother story..
The man on the road to Damascus …
“Not my responsibility…”
Homeless on a street…
If he had not been such a drunk
He wouldn’t have been there in the first place…”
“Not my problem…”
I have my football game to watch & my buddies to gamble with…
or meet at the bar
for a drink after work.
I find myself lost and alone
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I’ve become old
Jan 30, 2007
Sick of sickness
Tired of triviality
My cats disregard me
My dogs just shake their heads
I know deep down there is a spark
Could use some kerosene
And another log to warm
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Here I AM..
5:30 AM From-2013
Here I AM..
& counting sheep
Your will not let me sleep
Here Goes…
Nothing seems to be working right
What is He saying?
Why can’t I type?
Is He tired of me?
Where would I go?
What would I do?
If it is over, I would know
But it is not
Just need a painful adjustment
To clear my head & my heart
This grieving Ego beast that I love
Is still hanging around…
It can’t be long that I let go
Martha sins & all
Martha brought me here
& I should be grateful
But keeping her around
Just mucks up the work
The good works
The acts of love
But she has got to go
& let Mary come in
Such a drag
On the Spirit growing & groaning inside
A cave would be nice to hide inside
Or a monastery with the chanting nuns
What are they for anyway?
To pray & pray & pray & chant
Where would we be without them?
The care team that gets us across the finish line…
With GOD…
There is a Flood on the Way.
The Way of The Cross
Fulfill your density …
I love no other way
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Living Soul
Be Blessed
O Living Soul
Fire of the ages
Plead for me
Burn for me
Light of the Way
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Just do it
Heavy darkness
Folded
Wrapped around
Scolded
Transcends
Becomes
My sight fails me
or
I fail to see
What I feel I need to do
I give
Forgetting what is expected
Lamenting on oversight
Or over giving
Target practice
Miss target at times
Bull’s eye hit by accident
Not being a sharp shooter
Raw and unforgiving
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The Old Woman
She is old
Coming back thorough the alley
Toting a pillowcase of dirty laundry
Haltingly
Carefully she negotiates the back steps
“What on earth?” I ask
“This old woman on ‘B’ Street does not have a washing machine
So I do it for her.”
She responds humbly
I wanted to say-“Mom, you are an old woman”
Thought better…
Only smiled…
Giving keeps her young…
Many Cares-October 2006
Warm coffee
Warm fireplace
Warm cat…purring
Urge to write
Mind, once so strong
Now confused
It sees too much
Loves too little
Hurts
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Lost Memory
Soul complaining loudly
Someone Heard it
Helplessness saw my state
But lost the will to rescue
I crave a community of soul mates
That would see me though my fears
And help me over this wall.
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Transgressions
Transgressions understood
A transgression has ramifications
Treading on Soul Space
Like a pebble set in motion in a pond
Stone may sink
Or keep on skipping –
Only to sink in the end
Ego attempts to skip around
Until gravity extracts its measure
Changing the trajectory-To another path
A treasure to hunt
Crusade
Flight or fight
A soul Distracted
Misspent
Broken down
& Ravaged by insignificance
The nothingness
– Death of a dream
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How Thoughts Become Human
If you listen loudly
Thoughts walk by
Breathing
Competing for a space on the page
Coupling with each other
An expression becomes
New meaning
A brat is born
May grow up to be a book
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Agreeing to Disagree
Hog wash!
Politically correct stand…
But blocks the ability to learn communicate on a grown-up level…
An avoidance tactic to stay on the low road & avoid learning communication on “the High Road”
‘Low road-kill’
Arguing is a low road form of communication…
Habituated…
Pausing and diverting arguments to the
High Road will become adult conversation…
It is a graced skill
& practice makes perfect…
Benefits to “agreeing to disagree”:
Ego saves his ego…
No fodder produced for the gossip mill
What is often left undiscovered:
The truth
Amazing grace thwarted
In a nano-second
Play & live with amazing grace…
The truth only exists above the Plato “divided Line”
or the scientists “brain septum”
Below lies the reptilian brain…unreliable & inaccurate…
as a communication tool…it sucks!!
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Outcroppings
Layers of stratified rock
Eons
Ages of time
Built by the temperaments
Of the wind, sand and rain
Layers of vanity
Layers of plenty
Personalities grow in stages
Wax and wane
On the whims
Of indifference and hate
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Trying to Remember
Trying to remember
How I made the words flow
Staring into my sleepy mind
All I see is bright eyes
Clutching tightly to their covers
Beckoning does not rouse them
I hope they are searching through
Their little lost dreams
So I can make them come true
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Upwellings – 2007
Anxious thoughts abound
Rebound
Surround
Soul of my soul
Asleep
Unconscious
Hiding from the rain
Hearing only distant thunder
Is storm over or yet to become?
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Sky Walking with the Hands of Time
Why do we feel so connected to our fathers?
The baton of blessing must be won or lost
Our fathers were as blind as we
No deceit
Baton encoded with the sins of the fathers.
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Ami Christi
Sanctify me
Save me
Within Thy wounds hide me
State of Grace
By Invitation only
Grace to hear
Grace to see
Grace to feel
Hidden from those Who choose fear
Instead of faith
Wounds—Hiding place for the Saints
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I Find my Center
I find my center
Out of bounds
Out of sorts
In communion with my thoughts
State of loneliness
And desolation
Hiding place for God
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Battered Friend Soul
(after meditation and before housework)
It’s hard to leave you
Battered Friend Soul
Help me mop my floors
And make our soup
Rest
Find nourishment and healing
But stay on guard as I trudge and
Care Throughout the day
I don’t want to miss an opportunity to love or give
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Ode to the Keeper
Thought
Stems the tide
Saves peace of mind
A “piece” of mind lives alone
Keeper finds the key
Fast forward to the brink
Brink of tomorrow
Brink of horror
Keeper’s Key releases
The dragon in your Soul
And becomes a beast of love’s fervor
Unknown
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Saved from the Brink
Hiccups
Hiccups
On the brink of sleep
Hiccup
Hiccup
Hold your nose
And drink some water
Upside down
Should they leave or
Are they hammering something out of line?
Hiccups in my life
Probably saved my soul.
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Heather Bean
And her tiny weenie Beanies
Heather Feather
My niece forever
Has been rewarded
With a pair,
not quite matching-
but for the digs they wear
Isabel the thirsty,
“I want it now” one
When Avery needs attention
She just smiles & smiles & smiles….
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God is
God Is smaller than Mist
Yet mistless
Larger than Space
Yet contained in the Soul of each life
How could He not be in the Sacred Host of Communion
Host is God’s Chariot
Driven by desire and love
Desire to be near him and be in Him
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Bookends of Depression
Bookends of depression
Rise and fall in time
Meet me in the middle
Reserved for alde ansine
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Dazed days
Blind stupor
Lead into nights of wakeful sleep
Only to wake to mornings thoughts
Sadness that sinks
Sadness that stinks
Thoughts made of compost
decomposing that reeks
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Sleepy Time
Sleepy time
Sleepy time
Get up and weepy time
Thoughts gone rampant
Come home to roost
Cover them tenderly
Put them to bed
No one can see the
“the hurts” that feel
The numbness alive & well
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Walk
Mystical thoughts
Seeds of truth
Mixed with delusional desires
Celestial conjecture
Reality becomes
by the predestined Will of God
And the heart of man.
He changed my heart
He kept me whole
He piloted my plane
To show me the glory of His heights
He set me down
Not easy
But with a bump
Life out side the Garden
Moves in slow motion
Slogs through Thickets and Thorns
And Birds that Prey
No Meadowlarks
I am still whole
Some bruises an scars
Armed with love, Gratitude and faith
And the will try again.
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Grandchildren
Promise and hope
All bundled in fear
Fear of misguided love
False love
Worldly traps and snares
That only nourishes the body
Not the soul inside
Set them aside –
Retreat
Regroup
Remain true to self
Godgerm lays dormant
Micro surgery does not help
Cultivating
Fertilizing the soil
Hoping for germination
To allow the God-soul to grow and bloom
With dazzling colors
Of courage, justice, compassion and love
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God’s Graces
Sacred graces
Sad Graces
Empty graces
“I wish I had graces” grace
Where do they come from?
How are they had?
Sit and wait?
Negotiate?
Follow the leader?
Or free fall?
Milk makes me sick
But it is a grace to most bones
Soul -Like the body
May not be wired for each & every grace
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Wednesday is a fog
March 15, 2007
Robber Baron stole my sleep
Tried to chase the thief
To get it back
But was already given to the wind
All four sheets
Sun beckons life
So does the Son
Eye lids cast shadows
On the day that was to be
A cluttered mind
Knee deep In thoughts of yesterday
Struggle to tune in
When out of sorts
Also are Out of tune
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Emptiness
Emptiness
Like I have
Never feels
Pilotless barge
Floating down the river
Connectedness impaired
Resolution unresolved
And fraught with questions
Questions with gaping wounds
Impossible
Improbable
Probably not
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Quirkiness
Normal that is not normal
Slides up and down the scale of identity
Identity stamped with a mark
Afraid to be normal
Too Proud to stand out
Oblivious to criticism
Knows his own heart
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Noble Peace
Nobel Peace
Brought on by prayer
Longing for life
Within my tomb
Death put off
Postponed
One more day
One more day
To wait
Poised to greet
Echoing of
Yesterday
To turn into fruit
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“Til now
Until now
I didn’t know what I was
Mostly wasted
Chasing
Erasing
Idling…
Decisions Driven into the Ground
Not planted for God to see
He noticed
Scratched His Sacred Head
Turned around
Without a Word or Sound
Left his Foot prints
With clear instructions
And love
Set me on my own
to follow His Trail
Set me on my own
Alone & frail
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October, November, December 2006 some at Mtn. View
Safe and warm
Hidden from the storm
One becomes blind
One becomes deaf and dumb
Feelings become dormant
Life no longer lives
Dawn breaks
Sun warms
Son cures the blind, deaf & dumb
Light brings blessings
Hope
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Shed another Scale
Scales protect the Being
Time needed to evolve
Each stage brings something new
The next software release
Ready to collect and store new data
Sometimes falters
Sometimes crashes
I shed another scale
E-merged & crashed
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Rain on the Tin Roof-2006
The gentle steady quietly detectible beating
Medicates my soul…my spirit
Helps it to heal
Helplessly ensnarled
Paralyzed by needs
Real and imagined
Hope and fear
Find Love—God’s gently rain.
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Just Try Again – 2007
Sailed over the hurdles in my Way
Book in hand
Reading…
But words evaporate from the page
Like water on plastic
Rolled around my mind
Not invited inside
Page’s arms crossed
Refusing admission
Recognized
Comprehended
Disappear like the morning mist
Not felt
Not stored
Memories saturated
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Ice 2007
Ice
Not water
Fogs the unwary tree
Surrounded by the cold hard air
Fog becomes terminal
The psyche of the tree is tested
What was whole-now broken
Became less
Never to be
What were expectations
Melted awe
Dissolved
Faded into a crossroad
A turning point…
Glancing loud & clear
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Life Outside the Garden – 2007 Jan
River of Truth trickles
Rocky and dry
Rain is a stranger that passes by
But does not linger
Seeds are full of life
Ready to Love
Sun is not a friend
Shade not a friend
Life outside the Garden of Grace
Pray for Truth
Reinstate me in Your Grace
You have my nothingness
I feel that I have nothing else to give You
Take it
Mold it
Transplant me in Your Garden
I used to believe in God
Now I Believe in God
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My Stock Market Crashed – Jan 22 2007
This is the day my world seemed to come to stillness.
My stock market crashed
With phone lines down & I have no new thoughts
I feel I am now officially a non-entity
My Condition-My Disease
Secretary of Temperance
God listens to everything
Don’t ask unless you know all of the Ramifications
Pray to know His Will
With one day reality
End to Homelessness 