“It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for,”*
No matter what you say.
You’re lookin’ for an actor’s part
I’m not equipped to play.
“It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for”
In everything you do.
You’re lookin’ for distractions brief
TO fill the void in you.
“It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for,”
Despite your whirling mind.
You’re lookin’ for the brilliant Light:
Your soul’s eternal shine!
*Quote from
“It Ain’t Me Babe” by Bob Dylan.
—
Written for Björn’s prompt at
dVerse.
I got mail today
and it was junk.
One from an insurance agency
that has no idea what it would be like
to “insure” me anything! 😀
The other was a credit card offer…
“You’re pre-approved!” it proclaimed
in huge letters,
not knowing the slightest thing
about whom it was proclaiming… me! 😀
I got mail today
and it was junk,
double junk even.
It wasn’t bills,
requests for money,
sweepstakes offers,
or loud advertisements.
It was junk
and required no action.
Now if that isn’t something to celebrate,
one of those tiny miracles we too rarely acknowledge,
Then I don’t know what is!
Come on, join me!
Celebrate your junk mail today
and be happy!
If by chance
you didn’t get any snail mail today,
not one single slip of paper,
well, isn’t that a good thing, too?
So celebrate that!
—
Written for Walt’s celebration prompt at
dVerse.
Clouds slung over land
like a prayer shawl before the dawn.
They cling softly to earth’s shoulders,
until sun begins to warm her soul.
Mist slowly slips away
leaves moisture upon her limbs,
like tear drops shed in supplication
seeking grace for this day.
Monday’s quadrille (a poem of exactly 44 words) for dVerse, that virtual pub for poets, where today Kim is tending bar and folks are writing about clouds. Bar opens at 3 PM Boston time. Stop on over and imbibe in more clouds. Photos from a past trip to Alaska.
The reign of our food
is clouded with foes.
I won’t dig into
the cons and cheap pros
or theories that spread
like diseases and woes.
Just one simple question:
Do we care to know
and feed ourselves fully,
so good things may grow?
—
A Quadrille using the word “cloud” (clouded here) written for
dVerse.
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Instrument: Brio – Red Cedar Concert Ukulele
1. Sitting on the porch I feel a breeze;
it lifts the heavy burdens from my mind.
Tender as a child, reminding me to smile,
And only a whisper will do.
Only a whisper will do.
Refrain:
2. The sounds of life compete throughout the day,
And booming thoughts take over in the night.
The Spirit soft and low, urges “be still and know,”
And only a whisper will do.
Only a whisper will do.
Refrain:
3. We can make a difference in this life
And come to know the sweetness of the soul.
When we think and speak in peace, we can feel the love increase,
And only a whisper will do.
Only a whisper will do.
Refrain: (Twice)
The Holy Spirit’s whisper will do.
Refrain:
Love is strong enough
And powerful enough; so
Only a whisper will do.
The Holy Spirit in Metaphysics: Who is it and what does it Do?
Instrument: Tempo – Seagull Excursion Folk Acoustic Guitar
1. God brought us together,
You and me in Love.
Through our lives we shine his Light
On Earth from Heav’n above.
May we
Refrain:
2. Two made one in fullness,
Both a bless’d part.
We remind each other
Love is where we end and start.
May we
Refrain:
3. Some days our eyes are foggy
With reflections sad and pale.
In quiet mind we find
The Spirit’s Love that lifts the veil.
So we
Refrain:
See through the windows of the eyes
Into the waters of the soul,
Reflecting every being pure and whole.
God brought us together,
Pure and whole.
Refrain:
See through the windows of the eyes
Into the waters of the soul,
Reflecting a being pure and whole.
Photos so neatly arranged in albums
tell the story we want to remember
of life, of love, of laughter…
The problem is:
the photos are staged.
“Now look here!”
“Smile!”
“Say cheese!”
“Stop pinching your brother!”
“Don’t make bunny ears behind your sister’s head!”
Staged, I tell you,
more than a play ever was,
is,
or will be.
Because after all,
photos do not tell the truth,
no matter how consciously arranged.
They only tell
the story we want to remember.
—
Written for
dVerse,
not in response to the photos posted, but to the theme of arranging things.
Sometimes I want to go visit the Queen-
A shadow of brighter days.
I realize my life is much more than it seems,
And try to reclaim the ways
That I Am the Queen of my destiny
And Fate is a Choice I make!
—
Another Quadrille for De’s
dVerse prompt!
The service was so beautiful;
Communion cups were passed.
And from the light we saw that day,
The bond was sure to last.
But in the haze of drunkenness
With spirits flowing fast,
Their love gave way to skeletons
And shadows of the past…
—
A sad but too often true Quadrille for De’s “shadow” prompt at
dVerse.
Instrument: Tempo – Seagull Excursion Folk Acoustic Guitar
1. Sing the song of love and light!
It gives your Spirit power and might
And takes away the fight or flight.
Sing the song of love and light!
Refrain:
2. Sing the song of hope and care!
It spreads compassion everywhere
And makes the burdens less to bear.
Sing the song of hope and care!
Refrain:
3. Sing the song of sweet release!
It calms the mind and gives you peace
And tells the rushing winds to cease.
Sing the song of sweet release!
Refrain:
Refrain:
The One-in-All-is-singing song,
The music of the heav’nly throng
We come to earth to pass along
The One-in-All-is-singing song!
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