Tears

Do you ever wonder
If I am really there?
Do you ponder, thoughtfully
The silence of the air?

What of when I whisper
What of when I speak?
What if I told you unknown truths
About how I grow weak

My brain still works my heart is beating
But something seems to die
Everyday, an unknown pain
Builds up on the inside

I can't explain this thing I feel
And I feel joyous still
But in the night, in the dark
A monster takes my will.

What shall we name it?
Who shall we call it?
Could we bring it cookies?

No, we shall shun it from this world
And thus kill the demon.

The demon in my head.
It waits for me, until I least expect it
Then, when I am certain to be feeling
Wonderful....that is when it comes.
That is when it comes.

Nobody seems to listen
Care, wonder, or even notice.

And then the tears come.

Breathe

~Melinda Williams

In the morning
breathe deeply of the Spirit
inhaling the scent of life
filling every cell with light
opening the soul to God.
At night
breathe the Spirit deep again.
Let the silence of enduring peace
settle into every space within.
And between the morn and night
breathe again and again,
deeply and often.
No quick, shallow half-breaths
reflecting shallow life,
letting it blow out in pallid puffs that barely return
any measure of hope

Instead,
breathe deeply
and inflate the lungs with life-
slow and satisfying
diaphram lifting
chest expanding
ribs filling
and in that moment,
creating clarity
recognizing God
inhaling spirit.
And then
breathe it back
into the world
where it will continue to live
and breathe
and touch the deepest caverns
with peace.

La Luna, Il Sole!

K M Radley

Laluna and Ilsole were walking by the sea.
"Can you hear the fishes sing?" Laluna asked of me.
"Can you hear the fishes sing? Can you hear them play?
"Can you hear them snore at night, unto the break of day?"
Ilsole chuckled at the thought, and beamed a shiny ray.

Laluna and Ilsole through my Garden ran.
Ilsole came and warmed my face. He took me by the hand.
"Can't you hear the flowers laugh? Can't you hear them tease?
"Can't you see them smiling, swaying in the blustery breeze?"
Quoth I, "I never noticed, no."
"I had never noticed these."

Laluna and Ilsole were running through the sky.
"Can you count the many stars?"
"Of course I can't," said I
"How do you know," Ilsole said,
"If you never try?"
Ilsole and Laluna, at this point, said goodbye.
"But LOOK UP!" they said to me
And they ran off through the sky.

Song of Opposites

WELCOME joy, and welcome sorrow,
Lethe's weed and Hermes' feather;
Come to-day, and come to-morrow,
I do love you both together!
I love to mark sad faces in fair weather;
And hear a merry laugh amid the thunder;
Fair and foul I love together.
Meadows sweet where flames are under,
And a giggle at a wonder;
Visage sage at pantomine;
Funeral, and steeple-chime;
Infant playing with a skull;
Morning fair, and shipwreck'd hull;
Nightshade with the woodbine kissing;
Serpents in red roses hissing;
Cleopatra regal-dress'd
With the aspic at her breast;
Dancing music, music sad,
Both together, sane and mad;
Muses bright and muses pale;
Sombre Saturn, Momus hale; -
Laugh and sigh, and laugh again;
Oh the sweetness of the pain!
Muses bright, and muses pale,
Bare your faces of the veil;
Let me see; and let me write
Of the day, and of the night -
Both together: - let me slake
All my thirst for sweet heart-ache!
Let my bower be of yew,
Interwreath'd with myrtles new;
Pines and lime-trees full in bloom,
And my couch a low grass-tomb.

John Keats

Dastardly Feinds

They've stolen my ducks!
The muffinman had taken them first
But That was Then and This is now
I sip blueberry tea
And travel to the Mossy Bedroom where
Blueberries also grew
Gargan Tua Harbor.
Can you remember the day that ship sank
They had been drinking...of course
The good ol sailors.
But then the fire started...
The dock was ablaze!
It was from the ship.
So we cut her loose and let her sink
To the bottom of the harbor.
But it was too late
It was out of control.
And Gargan Tua Harbors fishing village was deserted
Except for the one shack

And later, we returned
As different people.
On cavation.
Cavating cavernous walls
And it meant alot.

And so we live
And sing and bask
Like lizards or cold blooded animals
I' the sun at Zion.
God's house.
Where the seriphs sing
And the cherubs play
And the nefilims aren't.

But here,
The land of the Sun
We worry
About things we should forget
And we forget
Things that we should not.
The really important things
Like how to laugh
And why.
And how to play.
And how to cry.

Sonnet 18

SHALL I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

William Shakespeare

Celia, Rosalind and Touchstone

CELIA:

Were you made the messenger?


TOUCHSTONE:

No, by mine honour; but I was bid to come for you.


ROSALIND:

Where learned you that oath, fool?


TOUCHSTONE:

Of a certain knight that swore by his honour they were

good pancakes, and swore by his honour the mustard was naught:

now, I'll stand to it, the pancakes were naught and the

mustard was good: and yet was not the knight forsworn.


CELIA:

How prove you that, in the great heap of your knowledge?


ROSALIND:

Ay, marry; now unmuzzle your wisdom.


TOUCHSTONE:

Stand you both forth now: stroke your chins, and swear

by your beards that I am a knave.


CELIA:

By our beards, if we had them, thou art.


TOUCHSTONE:

By my knavery, if I had it, then I were: but if you swear by that

that is not, you are not forsworn: no more was this knight,

swearing by his honour, for he never had any; or if he had, he

had sworn it away before ever he saw those pancackes or that

mustard.

A one time thing.

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