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Moments by the Sea

For my Son Osvle, who, at three, helped me make a necklace out of sea-weed at the shore.
He placed it around my neck and I thought:


"Little one upon the shore,
tomato trunks, butter hair,
toddle on the moving sand.
Snatch a seagull if you can.
Let your ear kiss the shell
for within its walls,
the ageless sea you'll hear.
Peek at chubby prints your feet have made
like symbols left by running Wren.
Little one upon the shore
look to sea and feel the lore
of ancient tales and caverns deep
where dragons round their rooms do creep.
See the Clipper stuffed with wind?
It sails beyond where the land does end.
Feel how sleek the Ocean's weed?
A necklace made for you and me.
Little one upon the shore
hoard these treasures evermore.
For the future drags a heavy wind,
hiring ambush as its friend."

Copyright: Barbara Walsh Tatro May/2003

Evil struck the Amish folk
Invading schoolhouse space.
Killing all inside, leaving not a trace
What was said but "let it go let them have their spoils
We must do our planting And multiply our toil."
For those who lost a child
Their grief is far from mild.
The little arms that held them close
Are now far away
And tears are shed in secret
Hoping heir at play.
But evil sits in comfort,
Its evil deeds condoned.
It must no be allowed
to run ramped where it roams
Those we love are sacred
They must treated so
To do them right is extreme might
Weshould not let it go.
The Amish should have made a stand
And taken things in hand
We never asked for this
It Was just allowed in.
what is that we fear,
A no win game
Or do we really want what we might gain.
If its war so let it be
Letting evil reign is not thinking free

Paste the wings back on flies.
Laugh when the baby cries.
Sack in place, Ivory Tusks

Is this the Soul at Dusk.?
From apathy to empathy.
To love of you instead of me
Prevent war.
Live in peace.
Care for the land we lease.
This is the penitent soul at Dusk.

At the end of the night
It’s just you and I
My cold indifference grew stronger
If only your touch made me feel alright
We’re seemingly islands apart
If only we were running down the terminal
To catch the last flight
Destination unknown…
Can’t wait until morning
I’ll drift off to sleep and forget
Wake and feel nothing at all
But these numb feelings can’t be held to the fire
You’re all I got and my true hearts desire.
I’m not letting you go….
So everything I have… I’ll bare
Dancing away all regret and fear
This night might be mundane
But It’s all we got
We might be ordinary
But together we spark
Tonight is however we want
Tonight, together, forever your flame
This night was agonizing
Until we floated away….

© Crystal Topaz / 2021

Wood Chopped Water Carried
Robert N. L. Browning

Vital signs fading fast
Desperately hanging on
Slipping away, powerful voice
Let go, release and trust
Free fall infinite space
Brilliant womb of light
Total love and acceptance
All that is, was and will be
Beyond form, no separation
Highest self, one spirit connection
Survived, changed Surgeons life
No complications, cracking jokes
Faith, love, peace and joy grow
Great gift, dying before I die
Awe of life’s magnificence
Beyond ability to express
Grateful Transformation
Lamp lighter and oasis
Path breathlessly looking
Light within, truth revealed.
Before and after Enlightenment
Wood chopped, water carried.
………………………………………………..

This poem is inspired by a transformative near-death experience.

The old white house upon the hill
Holding past memories that linger still
Stained glass windows faced the park
Soft gaslights that glowed in the dark

Built at the turn of the century
In a different era from our memory
An historic legacy from those passed on
Embracing simplicity in a time long forgone

In the back a garden of Iris's grew
In the front were Lilies and Daffodils
Violets and Impatiens filled the windowsills
Adding a colored ambience to the outside view

An old wooden swing hung on the porch
A perfect pondering, peaceful place to perch
To watch the passersby on the street below
And sip wine while you contemplated Thoreau

Days were spent engaged in a joyful family affair
With lawn games, books, wagons, trikes and bikes
Children’s giggles and laughter filled the air
Full of love and personal likes and dislikes

Memories bring tears as they come flooding in
Visions of a life lost in the passages of time
Remembered in lines of this rhyme
All that was and could have been

Lives lived in time within the muraled rooms
Looking back to all the remembrances we own
Games played in costumes, dolls, balloons, bubbles and cartoons
The precious memories of that old house lives in our hearts as home

Wishing for a solitary moment somehow
That it could be the past, here and now
Healing parts that need to be whole
While strengthening our souls

Jade Anjoun

Religion is the act of attempting to map out a path to achieving consistent spiritual goals. Unfortunately, religion has sometimes fallen into the hands of some wacky people. If someone comes to you and professes to be able to solve your problems by some religious or spiritual path, beware! Life will always be difficult. There is no one that can wrap you in a cocoon of religion and save you from all negativity. Religion has been used for good and evil throughout history. Make sure you're on the right side.

The soul began without any man, it's true, twas not me or twas not you,..we are the creation of imagination, tis all it can really be, who was before the creator of all, who can see, who can prove anything else to me? Our god is good full of piety, loves all, not bad to see, thats how we live,,,, full of stupidity!

When words that sink too deeply
Into our hearts like a knife
Our feelings discarded so cheaply
The true meaning of this life

When times that last too briefly
And so colorful is the rose
Are taken away as thiefly
Such beauty lost and goes

When life becomes too weary
Into dusk the day will grow
Sleepless as night is dreary
Despite all the stars that glow

When dreams become too scary
And darkness becomes old
One cannot become too wary
Until all the lies are told

When trust can save us really
So great a need in strife
Is something given so freely
For those who honor life

When faith renews so freshly
Just like the turning tide
Is all needed so specially
So smiles no longer hide

Flaming hot horizon
Sunlit wings stream bright white
Over misty morning moisture meadow mayhem
Kissing away darkness from night

Flowers raise up erectly
Again blooming on long
While birds sing over and again
An old-fashioned sing-a-long song

Butterflies flit and flirt
In meadows of painted spring dawn
Waving wonder in each wisp
Childlike dreams of Someone