Posted in Photography, Poetry

The Path

The Path

Trust not in oppression, and become not vain in robbery: if riches increase, set not your heart upon them.

Psalm 62:10

Knowledge is fickle
bending and swaying through mouths
foisted upon a dark horse
swiftly the war mounts
against innocent hearts

fervently pray for peace to return
that men of courage
break this bondage
may we rest our eyes on beauty
and smoke the sky with incense

Since January 2019 I feel a call to be a peacemaker. While i do not entirely understand the path i walk, i do focus on ways to be productive in pursuing peace among men. Differences aside, i do hope we all agree that riches are fleeting. What is everlasting is the spirit of love.

Posted in Musings, Photography, Poetry

Gas-Capped Conversation

Everything admired long enough, resonates. All the sounds in the room meld into one’s soul, where nothing is definable.

Your sacred corner, where you sit upon a hand-hewn chair, is not large enough to hold our thoughts. So move outwards, toward the center. Take a seat at the prepared table. Remove your gas cap and let me pour you a drink.

So what is a nice girl like me hanging around a world full of ego? I am not criticizing you as much as I am myself. For thinking I can make it in a criminal world, ready to strip me of whatever modesty I own.

See, I don’t frequent cheap motels and I never get in a bed made-up with dirty sheets. Indeed, a humble heart can make room, to listen to others complain about their cloudy skies and lack of desert bloom.

The drink? Is it acceptable? My conversation reprehensible? Sit. Relax a while. I refuse to take prisoners but I like to entertain. Your thoughts are as good as mine. Most likely better. And I never complain.

I like to think my words rhyme with the time of day and I never quarrel over pennies. May I mention you take to the road before I bore you. I will say a prayer as you leave. I will watch as the sun sets and the moon grows high.

I soon remember the day as all the others. With reverence, I recall your name.

 

Posted in Musings, quotes

Art of Conversation (reblog)

Art of Conversation 3-2-1 Quote Challenge

Hey πŸ‘‹πŸ» Good Day 🌞 Rory! Happy to participate and thank you kindly!! ✌🏼🎡🎢

Conversation. What is it? A Mystery! It’s the art of never seeming bored, of touching everything with interest, of pleasing with trifles, of being fascinating with nothing at all.

Guy de Maupassant, France, short-story author

I’m always saying “Glad to’ve met you” to someone I’m not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.

Holden Caufield, Catcher in the Rye

I should talk, but i’d rather not, for fear the chance i say something disagreeable and end dear friendships. Yes, i oft agree, conversations cannot be feared, as J.D Salinger trusted not his voice or modern translation amiss, Shakespeare becomes too rough for our time. Rather, conversations are art, when quaint and cheery, let us say… Bilbo Baggins, as he takes a puff on his pipe and embarks on a trek across lands. So, should you ask, inquire of me, i should like to talk… if given half a chance. Jeanne

You are cordially invited to participate. If you do, tag Aguycalledbloke. Thank you.

And Happy Independence Day to all Americans… let no monarchy thought, trap you into believing fairy-tale dreams come true. America is not Disney World as many are led to believe.

Posted in Music Video, Poetry

Songs on repeat…

Discovered The Avett Brothers with this song…

and now love sparkles through out
side streets not so lonely

which led to this song…

is your day starting
on a different note
with whiskey and rye
abandoned love
swirling ice

will senseless violence ensue?

a good day to listen to music
The Avett Brothers
instrumental to making this day grand! 🎢 πŸŽ΅πŸ’œπŸ•Š

Posted in Poetry

peril

The deepest,
darkest
rises in the fog,
burned away -hidden desire.

Oh, why feel
so free
behind the screen?

And how our creator
tapped into the sensual,
leaves us mourning
the loss of soul.

Posted in Poetry

Eclipse

Not mentioning the moon or any such thing. For as orderly as predicted, it behaves. I was hoping for a radical disposition.

And in the mirror, it appears. The smile worn yesterday. See, i smiled at the moon and in reply, a smile returned. I was hoping truth would emerge, just once.

Posted in Musings, Soul Journal

The Power of Grace

I don’t think i am one to have a loss of words but i experienced something incredible this morning. How do I explain the strange that happened?

When i logged into my Facebook account, I felt power course through my body. My thoughts loosened, years of silence were broken and I spoke up about ill-treatment from my mother growing up. Relatives have not replied. No one liked my multiple posts that followed, either. But i am at peace.

So, now what? What happens next?

I know many of my blog followers do not believe in God. Not now and probably never will. But there has always been a flickering light deep inside of me, raring to light up my world. The light was starved and needed oxygen. I have gasped and let in what i was avoiding. Life!

I confess, “No more holding my breath.”

I wonder if my poetry and thoughts change from this day forward? Have i been released from generational bondage?

I suspect I might lose followers. You?

Time will tell how permanent this change remains. How strong I remain in this universe; A world of mystery shrouded in history.

Questions remain. Who was that man who gave away hope and preached truth? Who hungered in the wilderness for 40 days and hung on a crucifix for three moons.

As Mary has proclaimed Him risen! I proclaim His resurrection lives within me. πŸ’—J