Prose-a-try-in-Motion! Inspirational Verse in the Style of Emily Dickinson

~ 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

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** 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

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** 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

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** 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…

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** 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

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** 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

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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

DECEMBER 4, 2021

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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
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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

Paperback

Kindle

Living in God’s Space: Inspirational Verses

by Ms HT Wagner and Vince Ciarpella | Jun 11, 2021

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As the Fog Lifts in the Garden : Verses to Know that You are not Alone

by HT Wagner and Vince Ciapella | Oct 11, 2021

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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…

  1. Pray for us, O Holy Mother of Good Remedy,
  2. 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

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(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!!

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

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

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

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

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

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.

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

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…

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

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”

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

 

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

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

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.

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

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

                        ********** ********** ********** **********

                       

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

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

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

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

Living Soul

 

Be Blessed

O Living Soul

Fire of the ages

Plead for me

Burn for me

Light of the Way

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

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

 

                        ********** ********** ********** **********

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

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

                   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.

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

 

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

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** ********** 

 

 

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

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

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!!

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

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

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

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

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

 

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?

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

 

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.

 

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

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

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

 

 

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

 

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

 

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

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

 

 

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

 

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

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.

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

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….

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

                       

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

 

                                      ********** ********** ********** **********

 

Bookends of Depression

 

Bookends of depression

Rise and fall in time

Meet me in the middle

Reserved  for alde ansine

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

 

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

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

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

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

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.

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

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

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

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

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

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

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

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

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** *********

 

 

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

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

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

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

“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

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

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

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

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

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

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.

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

 

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

 

                                    ********** ********** ********** **********

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

 

 

                        ********** ********** ********** **********

 

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

 

                        ********** ********** ********** **********

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

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