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I will walk againI will run again
I will climb the tall mountains
And—I will dance again
And sing…
To my Father God.
Sing the Praises...
Of this earthly love I once found
A Love Forever Written in the Tender
Pages of My Heart
A song more beautiful than…
the Meadowlark in Spring
the Waters of Tunnel Falls
the Roaring Firecraklings
&
No Song Sings Stronger!
In this heart of mine…
THIS is MY HEARTSONG
&
The pages of history…
Have already been written.
Cricket *05/2010
A sheepish persona traversing slender actions unseen
The spirit of something Divine
Gifts treasured in a blanket of internal sanctuary
Blossoming features of duplicity
Graves marked only by the people who visit them
Time carries on in limited disclosure
Regrets come from a placid place of inner knowledge
Trying to break from complacent postures of indifference
Kissing the honey lips of silence
Troublesome dreams...
Or maybe a prophetic symbol of the time at hand
Or maybe a prophetic symbol of the time at hand
Which power divinely empowers you?
Speak of secrets unheard
Travel with the lightness of spring in gypsies poses
Every step a deeply seeded secret—a gift
What to pass on and what to keep personal and private
Neil Diamond sings “Stones” in a meter of lyrical precision unparalleled
Creeping into the places not yet protected
Keeping close to the heart of your soul—today—always
Will you play me like a record?
With all the scratches and skips as in days of past times long ago
The flesh and the spirit collide—responsive to the true nature of life
This is what hangs on my heart
©Cricket *05/2010
Prisoner's Dilemma
Prisoners of our own misunderstandings
Littered in turbulent unwritten tragedies
Grace is just a name in the bible
A space between rivals
North vs. South
And East across to the Atlantic
But tell me Professor…
Where’s the greatest loving bond?
Nations speak colorful regurgitations
And glorify their earnest subjugations
Why do you put on this crooked smile?
I’m suffering at the joy you see in it!
Circumstances of the unhealthy kind
Leaving corpses well behind
Chitter Chatter...what will they say?
Chitter Chatter...what will they say?
©Cricket *04/2010
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Outstretched Hand
A Thimbleberry fortuitous slip
One Hundred foot cliff
Wild berries for the price of a life
A purchase we Thankfully avoided
The gratitude of a mother’s love
Praise the vine maple!
&
The Outstretched Hand
©Cricket *04/2010
Spring Breaks
Sunlight streams…
glistening warmth into my soul.
Trees stand erect and faithful as if to protect.
Blossomings of pink, white and yellow.
Creating a picture perfect backdrop.
Given to the notion that...
Winter has finally made its Exodus.
Picnicking with a friend of a daughterly nature.
Our Finely woven table cloth…
The Blank Canvas of the day.
Creating a memory of cherished time spent.
All around us the music of laughter…
Arranged with purpose for
Comfort and Beauty.
The palette…
Food for the soul.
A wonderful treat.
Zucchini. Hummus. Sprouts. Crimini’s.
And Sunflower Seeds.
Wrapped in a pita so artfully so!
Perrier and Feist
Set to the Peaceful Chatter of Passersby.
With photography to mark the gift of the day.
This is…
Mt Tabor’s generous contribution to...
Paradise on Earth.
glistening warmth into my soul.
Trees stand erect and faithful as if to protect.
Blossomings of pink, white and yellow.
Creating a picture perfect backdrop.
Given to the notion that...
Winter has finally made its Exodus.
Picnicking with a friend of a daughterly nature.
Our Finely woven table cloth…
The Blank Canvas of the day.
Creating a memory of cherished time spent.
All around us the music of laughter…
Arranged with purpose for
Comfort and Beauty.
The palette…
Food for the soul.
A wonderful treat.
Zucchini. Hummus. Sprouts. Crimini’s.
And Sunflower Seeds.
Wrapped in a pita so artfully so!
Perrier and Feist
Set to the Peaceful Chatter of Passersby.
With photography to mark the gift of the day.
This is…
Mt Tabor’s generous contribution to...
Paradise on Earth.
©Cricket *04/2010
Tender hands caressing and embracing.
My newborn child...
My newborn child...
Son to Mother.
The process of nature.
This Matters
From child to adult.
The process of nature.
This Matters
From child to adult.
Too big for a kiss.
Still sometimes...
Seeks the tender shelter of his mothers love.
Still sometimes...
Seeks the tender shelter of his mothers love.
This Matters
Priceless moments...
Shared in Loving Exchange.
Shared in Loving Exchange.
He has grown, but Love Remains.
This Matters
This Matters
To soon the awkward years of Junior High.
The first dance, the first date and the changes as he grows.
Then the complicated years of High school.
This Matters
Impending separation.
The independent nature—of Rebellion.
Necessary elements of the journey to adulthood.
To find his way upon the sea of life.
The Captain of his own ship!
Says his mother.
Says his mother.
This Matters
Tears and Pain, Ripping and Tearing, Hopelessness...
And still Hope....
And still Hope....
For that day when a sons love comes back.
With—Love, Understanding, and Honor.
This Matters
The Ultimate Prize!To finally see that the blood, sweat, and tears. were not in vain.
The day a Good Upright Man stands before me...And I know it was all worth it!
This Matters
And then...
As I Pass that tender hand that has shared so much love with me…
As I Pass that tender hand that has shared so much love with me…
To the one—He, my son, has chosen to give his tender hand to;
My Heart will Smile.
This Matters
For his hand is hers now.
And her hand will be the mothers hand to my grandchild—Someday.
And then I know—My Spirit lives on.This Matters
©Cricket *04/2010
Abstract
Frozen in a time of radical suspense
Arranged between the Whippoorwills and Myrrhkincense
A dreamery of absolutes,
tucked away
above the furs
and foes
Of present...
And perhaps
Taken and arranged
So earnestly, without regard…
Given to her in multicolored tapestries,
In lines
Of hope
And joy...
For now
And for never…
Gazing through the gifted minds of men
For we are--what we are not
And shall be--as we are inclined to be
FOREVER…
Frozen in a time of radical suspense
©Cricket *05/2008
A Poem on this Day - "For Grace Is What I Have"
Where is there authenticity?
Within and all around me?
I restrain to say…
The ups & downs & in-betweens
The how to know, and trust.
Hoping it protects my heart and never make me bust…
My heart in two
All sad and blue.
So, carry on! I must!
So at this time,
I leave behind...
The very thing I want to find.
For untrue love
Is so untrue!
Where does the scale find balance?
Is so untrue!
Where does the scale find balance?
Someday a chance?
For true romance?
With a love that's real as real!
No more to be an endless sea...
Vague figures crossing paths with me,
And ships just passing through...
For, not today!
No! not today!
I'm happy where I am.
And if one finds that love divine,
then let it be with them,
But not today!
No, not with me!
For grace is what I have
By Cricket*2011 Nov.
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