Poetry from my past

April 11, 2024

Looking forward to the faint light
Squinting to see the future despite
Having to travel across the dark bridge
Stood, observed how wobbly rigged
Contemplating how to proceed
Saw darkness and knew my needs
Were filled with fear using eyesight
Dreaded crossing into the night
But this was the only path between
So in my mind, I created a new scene
No longer will my eyes see bleakness
However, I will to see, only pleasantness
And I will cross the bridge of flowers
I will know, that light will give me powers
And I will cross that way because mandatory
Because that bridge is only simply imaginary

The Healing Place

Dwelling home under the Aurora Borealis
Haunting you seem, though a palace
From the magnetic fields you breathe
Below the earthen ice and dirt beneath
The perfect place to heal carbonic life
Amidst isolation of mankind, just wildlife
Green and purple hazes of energy streams
She takes her rest sleeping under light beams
And awakens from deathly angels awaiting
Instead goes home, her pneuma pulsating

Ode To Autumn

Oh beauty, laden with bountiful brilliant leaves

With the warmth dwindling living dying, watch

As if fainting from the living should be hallowed

Yet, thrilled by the colors greater than imagined

And we sing songs as if we’re native Indians

Around the campfires we celebrate by dancing

Guitars resound gypsy rhythms, embers popping

Yet the blossoms of summer fade from our thoughts

How we forget the suns warmth and green green grass

Seasonal birds sing from leafy trees and telephone wires

And summer sang it’s beauty songs while kicking sand

Short shorts and tank tops accentuated clad bodies

And the radio was loud and years later deafened ears

Oh but burning leaves and roasting smores

Kicking leaves, raking them in piles for the dogs

Throwing straw and bobbing for carnival apples

Riding the ferris wheel while gripping our sweaters

Soon the charade of monster masks and witches

The Pilgrims, corn, cranberries and a huge Thanksgiving

Family friends, wine, and mashed potatoes and veggies

Then fairy lights adorn Christmas trees and shopping

Oh fall, how I adore your greatest offerings

Yet some die, to give others this blessing

The Future
I understand parts of astrology
I do not use it to predict futures,
But use it to see energy that influences environments
and the history where we emerged

Under the sun of Libra, I was born
October the 9th, like J Lennon and K Osborne
Creative energy came our way doggone
But each determined the history we bayed
In the eastern sky Sagittarius
That determines the real me, to others
And my nodes north and south
Determine where I’ve been, and where going
Is this the heavenly highway of stars?
Did God leave a roadmap to follow?
Never giving power to fate
But giving allegiance to that overcome
And follow a system and influence
Of Godly knowledge and intuition
A gift given to investigators
Hunches, mysteries to lead, to follow
And where are we on the cycle?
Have we been and played the game?
Are we destined to fight a war?
Or are we to succumb to peace?
I look at the stars and see a pattern
I look and know there is more knowledge
And men corrupted by Holy Wars
For control of the masses, so absurd
But, under the canopy of the the sky
I feel a magic, can’t be denied
And God led me here, when just nine
And now sixty-three, almost sixty-four
Denied the stars and their leadings
To take on control and legalisms
But have come home where most happy
Finding God under the canopy of Heaven

Thanks for reading my poetry ❤️🍉🌻☀️🌅🌞🌹

Poetry from my past

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