Bygone Era

The Brownie camera
lays there in the
bottom drawer of the
secretary, not used
for half a century
now, abandoned for
the newer technology
that has made photo
taking effortless and
uncomplicated.

But the many
treasured photos–
of us all at the beach,
lined up neatly in the
front yard, spotted with
measles, playing with our
neighborhood pals
and at birthdays
and special events…
all those long ago,
dearly-departed days,
were taken by that
beloved Brownie.
It, as well as the
bygone era it
served to capture,
is so lovingly valued
and memorably cherished.

Neighborhood Friends

 

Breaking the Illusion of Limitation

First song “Joga” by Bjork; second “Goodbye Forever” by Arovane

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Offering this for Souldipper’s Occupy Blogosphere:  http://souldipper.wordpress.com/2012/02/23/occupy-blogosphere-thursday-february-23-2012/

Teal Blue

Photo by Reena Walkling:  http://www.missingthemomgene.com/

dVerse Poets hosted by Brian Miller invites us to Visual-eyes:  http://dversepoets.com/2012/02/18/poetics-visual-eyes-ing/

Many thanks to Reena Walkling (introduced by Brian Miller) for your wonderful photo that got me thinking about my numerous visits to the Gulf…one of my favorite places  in Florida.

Teal-blue of the gulf
stretches in a watery vista,
bridged by inlet, the sea
that separates our lands. 

Drawn by the treasures
and mysteries in your depth,
I’m tireless in my scan where
aquamarine meets sky.

Playful Bottlenose dolphins
surf while pelicans observe
drying their wings from
their perches on the pier;

And yak loudly when gathered
in the Australian pines lining
the pure, fine, white sand
home of shorebirds and crabs. 

Shells abound on your shores,
making sacred offerings
to those fortunate to uncover
their delicate, exquisite charm. 

Nature’s exacting beauty
appeals to my sensibilities;
my spirit rejoices in her
enchanting, scenic splendor.

Occupy Blogosphere–February 16

Google Images

Occupy Blogosphere at Souldipper’s:  http://souldipper.wordpress.com/2012/02/16/occupy-blogosphere-thursday-february-16-2012/

Spirit

essence within
my nature’s core
the fundamental “me”
that is without sin

untouched and pure
clean and clear
may this clarity
in life emerge

this eternally-lit heart
rests in a sacred space
sitting in stillness
no strife can impart

unfathomable spirit
reveal thy beauty
beyond impermanence
and this world’s deficit

translucent light shines
beyond maya’s storm
no limited becoming
binds the soul’s divine

My entry for Victoria’s Write2Day prompt:   Spirit  http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2012/02/15/write2day-a-love-affair-with-words/

Imagination

imagination
calling before I drift off…
envisioning muse
leads me in conversations
designs a new room
creates a bird-patterned dress
lifts me into flight
anoints me with awed blessings
softly floats me off to sleep

Chōka form

http://purpletreehouse.blogspot.com/2011/08/poetic-forms-waka.html

Bedtime


 

When the day is sinking low
And dusk begins its deepening glow 

Children get their second wind
Thinking day has begun again

Rowdiness and shouts of play
Causes parents to begin to sway

Stop!  Be still!
They try instill

But kids don’t stop; it’s too much fun
They’re sure they’re seeing Mr. Sun

Jumping beans upon the bed
Make Mom and Dad grab their heads 

Racing and chasing and half undressed
Their eyes are wild like something obsessed 

“Come”, Mom says, “let’s read a book.”
“Let’s quiet down, here take a look.”

When Mom begins with her soothing voice,
Kids’ heads nod as if they have no choice

Shadow

Shadow follows
and creeps about
peeking, hiding,
whispering a shout.
There in the
background
keeping watch,
it rears its head
magnifying your
fears.  You can’t
escape its far-
reaching charm,
the Shadow loiters
bringing you harm. 

If you can’t see it,
you’re in trouble
indeed…you must
face it squarely
and pay it great heed.
Inferiorities feed
and make it darker,
focus on weakness,
amplifies its strength.
This Shadow is
persistent but can
be decreased.  The
Self of Light is the
path to take.  Don’t
be ashamed, it
clings to us all,
this deep, abiding
gloom that thrives
by our doom. 

Look at it, face it,
don’t back down.
It will quiver away
and leave you profound.

Giving and Receiving

There was a time,
in those early days, 
when I couldn’t sit
close enough to you.
I would press myself
against you tight and
still I felt too far away.

I stared up at your
profile and admired
the perfect view of
your face and mused
on what you may
be thinking.

We talked and laughed,
shared and listened.

I met you at one of
my lowest points.
But I was on a
quest for finding
myself again and
was making small
steps toward my
independence.

As I set forth
the intention to
find my strength,
people showed
up to offer theirs.

You were one
who fell in place
to help me up.
You took the hand
that was reaching
out and you
generously gave–
and you still do.

An entry today for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/  and dVerse Poets Open Link Night  http://dversepoets.com/2012/02/14/openlinknight-week-31/

A Few Words

Heart Candle

Image by Bob.Fornal via FlickrI

I was so touched by your gesture;
do you know what it meant to me?
A few words said so sincerely,
leaving my heart so enraptured–
moments before my departure.
My soul soared with the meaning,
I felt joy for new beginnings.
A whole new journey before me,
now full with possibility,
all because of sweet murmurings.

Decima form

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads asks us to write a love (or anti-love) poem for Valentine’s Day–I’m re-posting this one that I wrote last year:  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

Love,

Gayle

Run!

The wind picked up.  Far off in the distance, dark, ominous clouds were quickly moving toward us.  We hurried to gather our things off the beach and make it to the car before the first, large splats of rain were felt.  A quick flash outlined us against the black sky…a sharp crack sent us running.

                                        Google Images:  mmorganphotography.us
Flash Fiction 55 Friday hosted by G-Man:  http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/

In My Dream

In my dream, I run
Ghostly visions of past lives
Overtake my mind

Carolina Wren

Video uploaded by Wildbird50

Amongst the trailing vines
and brush lain on the ground,
is found an impish bird, a
shape of squatting round.

Strong in presence,
though tiny and quick,
distinct, white eyebrows curve
over beaded, black blinks.

Plump, though with charm,
he trills a rapid staccato
that sounds like teakettle,
loud, insistent with alarm.

Agile, cheerful, lively,
with short, bobbed tails that cock up
and down, they’re dainty and yet,
possess formidable personality.

Their orangey, cream breasts
show up in bright relief against
the deep red of the Hibiscus.
Cinnamon brown spices up the rest.

Barred markings on tail and wing,
patterned design is appended.
Hopping, flitting, trilling, scolding,
staking his territory as he sings.

The woods, forests, wherever
trees grow dense, offer him
a tangled haven of nesting
vegetation and ample cover.

Scaling trunks of the tall,  scrub pine
searching for insects with swift,
sure jabs of his strong, short beak,
his success is sufficient for the family’s dine.

A most enthralling bird,
I admire with fascination
and with equal veneration.  He’s
the opposite of me…he isn’t demure.

These birds are common in my yard here in Central Florida.

Joining in with the prompt today at dVerse Poets–The Object is Poetics:  http://dversepoets.com/2012/02/04/the-object-is-poetics/#comments

Salvaged

English: Marriage certificate Deutsch: Heirats...I admit it, I’ve been tempted and fallen from grace, but I no longer cared when I had my affair.  I was already gone, our relationship battered; you were the first to break our vows by your delusional rule. 

I enjoyed the tension of keeping my secret…my mind was consumed with thinking of him.  No love was lost..but it was found…the lust that was latent burst into flames. 

Pleasure ignited, passion took
over…my gratification brought me sensual delight.  Not only the senses of the body were aroused but my mind
became clear on the path for my life.
It may sound odd, you may not believe,
but this so-called scandal, salvaged this wife.

Entering this for a new blog prompt from Imaginary Garden With Real Toads; Fireblossom’s Friday #3–Temptation!: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/

Unknown

enemies

enemies (Photo credit: MGShelton)

Unknown,
unseen,
it bids,
you believe.

Twisted,
sick,
you take
the bait. 

It doesn’t exist
but you’re
being used;
fear comes
forth
and
invades
your
thinking. 

You can’t
break free,
you’re
helpless,
a pity.
Your own
free will
has rendered
your weakness.

Good Morning…

Sita is always right there at my door as it opens in the morning.  She has her routine…greet me with a full-body rub against my legs and then a purposeful jaunt to the kitchen…breakfast time!  I’m always happy to see her…and offer her a few loving words and a scratch on her bunny-soft, tabby head.

Sita in her catnip "patch"

Join in with your Flash Friday 55 over at G-Man’s place:  http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/

Insight

English: Sudden Insight

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                                Photo:  Sudden Insight by Stephen Slade Tien

Insight is imparted
with a blinding flash.

My mind reels with
a new consciousness.

The world looks different
but what has transformed?

Only my discernment
has changed the view.

“The Hundredth Monkey”, by Ken Keyes, Jr.

In 1984, Ken Keyes, Jr. wrote a book called “The Hundredth Monkey”.  He did not copyright the book and has stated that it be shared freely so that the message that he believed in so strongly be distributed by whomever would care to share it with others.  I believe it is a timely and timeless message given the current upheavals throughout the world.

Ken Keyes used a legend based on a study of a group of macaques monkeys on the Japanese island of Koshima in 1952 as the opening in his book.  It is an impressive phenomenon, now known as the Hundredth Monkey effect, which some have come to believe is unfounded…at least in part.  Nevertheless, this is an inspirational story that leads into the passionate plea by Keyes for us to be aware of the danger to the life of our planet by the use of nuclear weapons.

 It is a simply written book but with a request that we all take part in being mindful of how all our thoughts can affect each other and how powerful we can be in bringing about change for the better.

Here is the opening  story that he shares with us:

The Japanese monkey, Macaca fuscata, had been observed in the wild for a period of over 30 years.  In 1952, on the island of Koshima, scientists were providing monkeys with sweet potatoes dropped in the sand. The monkeys liked the taste of the raw sweet potatoes, but they found the dirt unpleasant.

An 18-month-old female named Imo found she could solve the problem by washing the potatoes in a nearby stream.  She taught this trick to her mother.  Her playmates also learned this new way and they taught their mothers too.

This cultural innovation was gradually picked up by various monkeys before the eyes of the scientists.  Between 1952 and 1958 all the young monkeys learned to wash the sandy sweet potatoes to make them more palatable.  Only the adults who imitated their children learned this social improvement. Other adults kept eating the dirty sweet potatoes.

Then something startling took place.  In the autumn of 1958, a certain number of Koshima monkeys were washing sweet potatoes — the exact number is not known.  Let us suppose that when the sun rose one morning there were 99 monkeys on Koshima Island who had learned to wash their sweet potatoes.  Let’s further suppose that later that morning, the hundredth monkey learned to wash potatoes.

THEN IT HAPPENED!

By that evening almost everyone in the tribe was washing sweet potatoes before eating them.  The added energy of this hundredth monkey somehow created an ideological breakthrough!

But notice.

A most surprising thing observed by these scientists was that the habit of washing sweet potatoes then jumped over the sea.  Colonies of monkeys on other islands and the mainland troop of monkeys at Takasakiyama began washing their sweet potatoes.  Thus, when a certain critical number achieves an awareness, this new awareness may be communicated from mind to mind.

Although the exact number may vary, this Hundredth Monkey Phenomenon means that when only a limited number of people know of a new way, it may remain the conscious property of these people.  But there is a point at which if only one more person tunes-in to a new awareness, a field is strengthened so that this awareness is picked up by almost everyone!

Don’t underestimate the power that each of us holds as individuals.

Gayle ~

Shared on Occupy Blogosphere hosted by Souldipper:  http://souldipper.wordpress.com/2012/02/02/occupy-blogosphere-thursday-february-2-2012/

English: Japanese Macaques (Macaca fuscata). J...

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Come Back

Only for sport,
just for fun,
I throw you
hard to have
you return.
Spinning,
whirling,
around and
around, my
boomerang
comes back
to me, each
and every time.
Capable of pain,                                           Red Spot II, Wallisy Kandinsky
capable of maim,
but I only wield you
for the joy and game.

When I saw the prompt for Mag 102, I immediately saw boomerangs!  My entry for Magpie Tales:  http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

Ninja

His Ninja gleamed in the sun.  He spent hours working on it to make it run as fast and smooth as possible.  Weekends, he could be found racing along the long, curving,  country roads with his buddies.  One day a spit of wet sand caught his tire…months of recuperation from broken bones.

Ninja 

My ex-husband was an avid motorcycle rider and racer.  He took a few spills during his riding career and ended up with broken bones on occasion…luckily nothing worse.  I went riding with him many times on his Kawasaki Ninja!

Trying my hand at Mr. Knowitall’s Flash Friday 55:  http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/

Land of the Free

The U.S. Bill of Rights

Image by The U.S. National Archives via Flickr

Dwelling in the land of the free,
feeling caged, shackled and despaired,
how is it thus we are decreed?
Bureaucratic laws have us scared;
political greed leaves us snared.
Liberties and rights do retreat,
our soul suffers in deep despair.
In trust we give, do not mistreat. 

If we but band all together,
we may a chance of bringing change;
deference will keep us tethered.
Power is ours to wield downrange;
sincere discourse must be exchanged.
Polite demand, but firm and neat,
we will not stand to be shortchanged.
In trust we give, do not mistreat.

Understanding will bring us close,
our only chance for future growth,
no room for ego-swelling boasts.
Swearing allegiance by your oaths,
political servants…our hosts.
Humility…no scheming cheats,
will aid us more than grandiose.
In trust we give, do not mistreat.

We must not fall to depths of loath,
and bleak, unscrupulous conceit.
Lift, elevate…you and me both;
In trust we give, do not mistreat!

My entry for dVerse Poets FormForAll–French Ballade:  http://dversepoets.com/2012/01/26/formforall-french-ballades-i/

See the rules for this challenging form as described by Gay Reiser Cannon and give it a go.

Also entered at The Poetry Palace–Thursday Poet’s Rally # 61:  http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2012/01/thursday-poets-rally-week-61-january-25.html

Blue birds flitting amongst the magnolias,
trill a loving, thankful song.
Life is good at The Poetry Palace!

Many thanks for the Perfect Poet Award from the Thursday Poet’s Rally:  http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2012/01/perfect-poet-award-week-61.html

I nominate Old Raven, a blogger of deep spiritual inspiration through poetry and memoir.

The Ancient Masters…

“The ancient Masters
didn’t try to educate the people,
but kindly taught them to not know.

When they think that they know the answers,
people are difficult to guide.
When they know that they don’t know,
people can find their own way.

If you want to learn how to govern,
avoid being clever or rich.
The simplest pattern is the clearest.
Content with an ordinary life,
you can show all people the way
back to their own true nature.”

From the “Tao te Ching” by Lao-tzu, translated by Stephen Mitchell

English: A painting of the Daode Tianzun ('the...


Perhaps all current…and future candidates who run for office should be required to read the “Tao te Ching” and agree to govern accordingly.  And if you don’t understand it…you don’t belong in office.

Check out Occupy Blogosphere–Thursday at Soul Dipper’s blog:  http://souldipper.wordpress.com/2012/01/26/occupy-blogosphere-thursday-january-26-2012/#comment-7249

Snowy Owls Seen Across Nation

Arctic birds are flying south,
an unusual number is
catching our attention.
Irruption this year has
brought our delight–
Snowy Owls are being
seen across our nation. 

Ghostlike, showy,
brightly pure plumage
and their daytime activity
gives us a glimpse.
Not very often do we get
this chance to see these
birds in such amounts. 

Harry Potter had one
that kept his watch,
a devoted companion
that Hedwig of his.

 

The photos that were taken by my sister who lives in Norton, Kansas and that I had posted here finally “disappeared” from my page.  I’m going to see if I can find a way to get them to “stay”; they really are very cool.   Someone had told her that a Snowy Owl was spotted down at the lake in her small town.  She visited the lake and was able to capture these amazing photos of it as it caught and fed on a duck.    It is extremely rare to see Snowy Owls as far south as Kansas.  They are Arctic birds, averaging two feet in height.  The male is more white than the female who is a dusky, more muted white with spots.  A southern migration by these birds is called an irruption.  The New York Times reported that a record number of these birds have been sighted across the nation…even one in Hawaii.

My entry for:  Gooseberry Garden–New York Times Headlines:  http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/2012/01/poetry-picnic-week-23-new-york-times.html

Speak Up!

Standing mutely by while one day looking away,
the powers that be may strip our rights today.

It could come to pass that our speech may be axed,
if we hem and we haw and let our attention become lax.

Let’s form a united front and not let this happen,
suppression of our freedom will only serve to cheapen!

 

http://www.pcworld.com/article/248401/were_sopapipa_protests_a_success_the_results_are_in.html#tk.mod_stln

 

Blacked Out

Image by The Uprooted Photographer via Flickr

Wind

Wind rises in gusts
Melody clatters bamboo
Clouds race across moon

My entry for dVerse Poets Open Link Night: http://dversepoets.com/2012/01/24/open-link-night-week-28/