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This Looks Like a Great Painting to Ride Into
(Poem 108 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
This looks like a great painting to ride into on a gentle appaloosa.
She and I will trot along at a leisurely pace, past the old shack
and on down to the creek behind that far off stand of trees.
Occasional clouds of red clay dust might kick up behind us if we
decide to pick up our speed, so we keep it nice and easy instead.
The clouds gathering on the horizon threaten rain, but we welcome
the cover cooling the afternoon with a comfortable spring breeze.
The only sounds the sporadic scolding of birds when we ride too
close to their nests, and the creak of our saddle with each step.
We’ll turn around and head home when we reach the field of
wildflowers just out of sight around that far bend out yonder.
@Home Studio – 108th poem of the year
Aslan’s Reign
(Poem 107 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Aslan’s reign shall have no end;
from ocean to mountain,
the land will be prosperous.
Jew and Gentile, and everyone
else, will gather on the banks of
The Great River to gaze at the
beauty of the living stars who
dance and move as they please.
After looking into his eyes,
those who rejoice at seeing him
are welcomed into his world; no
one is forced to dwell in paradise.
Soup and pie, jellies and ices,
fruit and nuts, and endless tea—
magical beasts, giants, and dragons,
dwarves, centaurs, and unicorns alike
share in feasts of honey and cakes,
pomegranates and peaches in
many-colored sugar and cream.
Toffee trees with peppermint leaves
grow wild alongside lovely dryads.
The great eagle soars above
the rolling hills and never once
notices the mice or small birds
fluttering below, as there is no
more death, mourning, crying,
or pain, for the former things
have passed away, and all is peace.
@Home Studio – 107th poem of the year
Lewis, C. S. The Chronicles of Narnia Series. HarperCollins, 1950-1956.
Revelation 21:4, The Bible. King James Version, http://www.bible.com/bible/compare/REV.21.4
Knight Love
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Lesson 15 The Way of the Wizard
(Poem 106 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
“To the extent you know love, you become love.” – Deepak Chopra’s The Way of the Wizard
Love is a universal force,
not an attachment or
extension of the ego.
The opposite of possession
is an empty vessel ready
to be filled to the brim
with the energy of love
that is freely poured out
by the one who loves.
Rather than wait around
for an image of love to
reflect our own or hope
they repair our brokenness,
why not tap into the source
that can fill the void and
seal the cracks and make
us whole so we can learn
wholehearted true love?
Out beyond memory of
personal past filled with
shame or guilt, rejection
or resentment, lies the
“quiet experience of Being.”
True love is not a void of
lack papered over by
denial, but entering the
essence of self that is the
wellspring of love, the simple
silent home of the beloved.
@Home Studio – 106th poem of the year
Chopra, Deepak. The Way of the Wizard: Twenty Spiritual Lessons for Creating the Life You Want. New York, United States of America, Harmony Books, 1995, pp.102-108.
Runner ups for the Renaissance photos to accompany my poem:
Partners
(Poem 105 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
It helps to have someone
by your side during the
tough times and the good,
to view the sunsets and
take shelter from the storms,
climb the mountains and
swim across the rivers,
have your back in a pinch,
listen to your stories again,
scratch the spots on your
back that you can’t reach,
and give you a shoulder to
lean on when you are weak,
and the nice thing about
having a friend, is that
as much as they help you,
you do the same for them.
@Home Studio – 105th poem of the year
Runner ups for the partners photos to accompany my poem:
Lawnmower Grandad
(Poem 104 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
The lawn must be mowed,
and no one else does it right.
From the porch to the road,
keep the column lines tight.
Outline the driveway on the edge;
hold the steering wheel straight.
Get right up close to the hedge,
and be sure to mow near the gate.
Over time you’ll finish the job,
even if you take little nap breaks.
Use the steering wheel knob
to avoid too many muscle aches.
Someday you’ll have to do the task
of keeping this yard looking neat.
If you can do it without having to ask
for help I’ll know my job’s complete.
@Home Studio – 104th poem of the year
Runner ups for the lawnmower Grandad photos to accompany my poem:
New Love
(Poem 101 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
New love is fresh and sweet,
from the tips of their noses
to the toes on their feet.
Adventures are sure to be found,
whether going for a hike
or just hanging around.
Every little laugh and smile
is proof that their love
will make it that extra mile.
@Home Studio – 101st poem of the year
Pretty Kitty
(Poem 100 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Pretty Kitty is angry;
he’s climbed a tree
where he will remain
until half past three.
His caretaker Debbie
took him to the vet
and betrayed his trust—
the worst treason yet.
He was poked and prodded,
examined and weighed,
all sorts of indignities—
might as well get spayed.
He though they were friends,
confidants at least,
until this afternoon
when he was treated like a beast.
He feels a little sorry
for calling her every name in the book,
when in a fit of anger
he hissed and shook.
He’ll probably apologize
at a later time,
but for now if she wants him
she’ll have to climb.
His feelings have been wounded,
and she really hurt his pride;
it’s all her fault that
he had to run and hide.
He might come down later
since it looks like rain,
but any of her attempts
at a truce will be in vain.
He has no intention
of forgiving her this soon.
She’ll have to wait until tomorrow
for him to answer her tune.
Pretty Kitty, where are you?
Will it take him long?
Here he comes to be consoled;
he can’t resist her song.
@Home Studio – (True story about Debbie and her cat) 100th poem of the year
Runner ups for the pretty kitty photos to accompany my poem:
Eclipse
(Poem 99 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
I saw your corona with my own eyes
and I was smitten with the overwhelming
knowledge that you have power over my
very existence because your presence
ensures that I can flourish and prosper.
Without you, I cannot live.
Without you, my world would be destroyed.
Without you, there would be nothing to be
bedazzled by and no home to inhabit.
Without you, there would be no me.
@Home Studio – 99th poem of the year
Runner ups for the eye eclipse photos to accompany my poem:
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