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Art Credit: Tomasz Alen Kopera

Now is the briefest passage of the gloaming light … mustard flecked goblin suspensions of Spirit’s absinthe carpet between worlds … mosaic cedar peridot shadows cast craving capillaries to crest upon ethereal shores … we wait … our nakedness hidden behind the frail coats of the illuminated unkindness of Winter … it is not yet ready to trade our smiles for the warmth Pangea may measure with both sunlight and the breath of the stars in their ecstatic chants to Baba … the forest is brief in its mating … all above and below tis sacred glow revealed as it once was … not as we made it so … bark and branch as kindred kings carrying lark, lichen, moss, and lamp likened skies of pure pervading glory …  in the turning cast, the evening’s shadow, fauns a delicate blanket of faery tales yet unwritten … lovers await the deepening safety, the negral of night … to taste the darkness of surrender’s kiss …

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NaPoWriMo 2016 #13

The prompt tonight was to use a fortune cookie saying in some way in our poem. I keep all my fortunes in my purse. Odd little quirk of mine. This is one of my favorites, Punctuality is the politeness of kings and the duty of gentle people everywhere.

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“Punctuality is the politeness of kings and the duty of gentle people everywhere. “, said Miss Ling, as she opened the door for her guest.

“Then I must be a king tonight.” chortled Dishi, ” Quite happy I wore my silk that is best!”

“Please,” she motioned, “come inside. The dumplings are steaming and the rice is already fried.”

“I am hungry !! ” he exclaimed, then felt a little ashamed. “I miss dumplings since Mother died.”

“You are our honored guest tonight, Dishi. I made your Mother’s dumplings special for you.” Miss Ling took his arm as he deftly offered.

In they strolled, friends rose in welcome, amidst candle light, aromas, and a table full of delicious coffers.

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NaPoWriMo 2016 #8

Let There Be Love

 

May the children in the morning rays,

Remember love will always stay,

In their hearts if they are gay,

As they grow not forgetting to play,

Let There Be Love.

 

May our brothers come together fast,

Building bonds of strength to last,

A creed defined across all caste,

Molded from the ghosts of visions past,

Let There Be Love.

 

Will sisters struggle arm in arm,

Heal at last and do no harm,

Beat the drum fighting back the swarm,

Grow hearts at home and fruit upon the farms,

Let There Be Love.

 

And when at end of day we rest,

Bring kindness, joy, and peace to test,

Care for Mother Earth’s children best,

For We are seen and We are blessed,

Let There Be Love.

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This is my wish for you all today and every day. May we all be as One and May there be Love.

 

 

NaPoWriMo 2016 #6

NaPoWriMo 2016 #6

Sentient beings are starving on Earth tonight,
As the sun says, “Good night” to the moon,
The moon asks,”Good day?”, the sun turns away,
“Too many were lost in the fray…”
The moon sadly witnesses what he had said,
Brother Sun then is off to his bed,
In Brazil street dogs are begging for bread,
In Africa too children ate poisonous grains,
In America dumpsters are raided for meals,
Long before the school day has begun,
Everywhere under the bridges they shared,
What the soup kitchens lovingly brought,
In the flop house, there wasn’t a crumb,
In train stations coins in cups are sought,
To try to make it through one more cold night,
A hungry baby was left on a church step,
The money went in a needle instead,
Elderly shared a can with their dear pets,
It was all the food they could afford,
While stray cats wish for warmth and a dish,
They settle for anything they can kill instead,
Jane quit school to work the mean streets,
So little sister could go to Grade 9,
Dick drives a truck for the food pantry folks,
They were there for him when he was a boy,
Once again they came when his mother passed,
Soon Dick will have kids of his own,
Food is the one thing all of us need,
No matter where or how we’re defined,
Reach out your hand to someone in need,
You’ll be more thankful when you have to plead.

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Making Changes

I could have used a friend a time or two,

Just a few kind words to get me through,

Not so much for someone to listen,

More a heart to share in a blessing,

Of the grace we are given by being human,

Love can bring such a gift in a new friend,

Making simple changes in someone’s world,

That will never be forgotten.

  © 2015 Carla Dawn Dunlap All Right Reserved

 

#NaPoWriMo 29

Poor Prayer

There is no Saint who can hear an empty heart,

Exists no God who sees a self proclaimed fool,

No Matron Mother bears beliefless children homeward,

If all prayers are whispered on the wings of woe,

This is why we have Angels come into our lives,

To lead us to the light once more, when darkness falls.

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#NaPoWriMo 26 For Whom is the Honey Made?

Why does the bee labour so?

Why do the blossoms come?

Why has the honeycomb stood?

So long in this trusted wood?

For whom is the honey made?

For man, for beast, for micro mind?

For metamorphic clocks of time?

Why have we come to drink our own?

And murder so the host that binds?

For whom is the honey made?

Ask yourself, while there is still time.

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