Musings on a Sunday morning~

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Opportunity or Fantasy

When something ends a bit badly,

It isn’t always a mistake,

Sometimes, we are reckless with our lives

And don’t think things through enough

Before acting upon our thoughts,

We often must pick through a lot

Of fool’s gold before a rare diamond is

Revealed. —J. E. Cook ©2017

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Bounty in the Countryside

 

Driving past the sage colored pastures

With cows gently grazing on the bounty,

Puffs of cotton clouds fill the pastel blue

Skies,

Old stone houses of varying sizes

Create a magical neighborhood among this

Countryside area of farmland,

One guest cottage with its own little

Garden patch calls to me,

It is quite a distance from the main house

On this farm,

Entering the cozy front room through

the turquoise door,

The hardwood floors shine back at me,

Light streams through the big window across

From the stone fireplace,

I quickly walk through and take in the cozy

Spaces

as I approach the back door,

And go out to see the flowering apple trees

The vibrant leaves fluttering in the breeze,

One picnic table by a small goldfish pond

And a dog napping in the sun,

I hear the murmur of the cows in the distance

As I am greeted with a basket of cheese, wine,

French bread and tart berries gave to me

By a familiar woman in white

with a quilt over one

Arm,

She hands the nurturing gift to me as she puts

The worn quilt over the rough boards on the tabletop,

The clouds seem to be following her to me,

we take our seats across from each other

And unpack the bounty in unison

to enjoy together,

In the afternoon sun with touches of shade

Now and then,

The hint of what will come causes us to toast

To this beautiful day on the farm.  J. E. Cook ©2017

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What are the ridiculous myths in life?

 

Philosophy teachers lecturing about Plato to us

In college,

Believing that every person on Earth has

Another half, they must find to complete

them,

And they will fulfill all the needs of each other

After they fuse together to become one unit

Of love and happily ever after,

sharing

Vows to cherish until they part because death

Has arrived,

But never is a long time to consider

And vow to each other with promises to keep

attached

Until one dies.   J. E. Cook ©2017

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I enjoy starting each day by reading…

Sometimes, it is a book and other times it is a small selection of admired poetry. Here are some of my favorites by poets in time. William Blake is the one I would have to pick if I had to site one favorite poet; however, I have many favorite poets, writers, and authors that I often turn to every morning while I sip my coffee or tea in those early hours as the sun rises and creates an inspiring image on our skies. 

The Garden of Love

I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst, 
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And Thou shalt not. writ over the door;
So I turn’d to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys & desires.
–WILLIAM BLAKE~

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BY ROBERT FROST
The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As it ran light, or had to bear a load.
And nothing happened: day was all but done.
Call it a day, I wish they might have said
To please the boy by giving him the half hour
That a boy counts so much when saved from work.
His sister stood beside him in her apron
To tell them ‘Supper.’ At the word, the saw,
As if to prove saws knew what supper meant,
Leaped out at the boy’s hand, or seemed to leap—
He must have given the hand. However it was,
Neither refused the meeting. But the hand!
The boy’s first outcry was a rueful laugh,
As he swung toward them holding up the hand
Half in appeal, but half as if to keep
The life from spilling. Then the boy saw all—
Since he was old enough to know, big boy
Doing a man’s work, though a child at heart—
He saw all spoiled. ‘Don’t let him cut my hand off—
The doctor, when he comes. Don’t let him, sister!’
So. But the hand was gone already.
The doctor put him in the dark of ether.
He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath.
And then—the watcher at his pulse took fright.
No one believed. They listened at his heart.
Little—less—nothing!—and that ended it.
No more to build on there. And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.

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Spring Tides in Salty Water

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Spring Tides in Salty Water

Chirping and singing fills the air,

Tides peak on the border of a shoal

Beach grasses protect the Dolly Varden–

A crab that moves toward the muddy land.

It has a light colored shell covered with red spots and they are darkly outlined.

This is why some refer to it as a calico crab.

Remaining hidden with a thin rippling layer of water across it

At the low point of the ebb,

Here the water is so glassy,

And every detail is revealed.

Crystal clarity to the very bottom,

A little school of minnows flickers like silver sparks,

Bigger fish wander in along narrow passages and between the shoals.

Beds of Sunray clams rest in the deeper areas with whelks preying on them.

Crabs swim and bury inside the sandy bottom.

Life comes out of hiding with horseshoe crabs and a toadfish that hides in

A clump of eelgrass with neat black spirals and a banded tulip shell.

Others glide rapidly with a clear track in the sand,

Minute plant cells are a principal food of each new generation.

Pea crabs and ghost shrimp are alive, too.

Many of these effectively deceive the human eyes by being covered with seaweed.

As the tide ebbs away,

Great whelks are exposed and they glide across the surface in search of clams,

Microscopic plants are gathered inside as seawater streams from their bodies.

The stone crab is their enemy with a massive purplish body and two brightly colored

Claws; they lurk in caves and among the jetties with the rocks.

Gulls seize and carry channel whelks away,

Then, they drop them on a hard surface and the shell shatters,

 Their treasure is recovered leaving behind bits of shell.

It is a world of force, change,

And constant motion as the sand acquires new sea creatures

From the heavy pounding surf.

            –J. E. Cook ©2014

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Cherishing Life

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To be in full bloom

Where one exists,

Is what one’s life should be…

To live in the moment always

Not in the past or worrying about one’s

Future that has not arrived yet. –J. E. Cook ©2017

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The Little Things, and More

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On a green metal bench, outside

Our favorite ice cream spot

We watch the dogwoods dance

In the breeze off the lake,

The sky is bursting with their pink

and

White petals

Reminding me of the delicate

Frosted flowers on the cupcakes

Across the street designed

By a young baker,

The smells in the air

Around us are intoxicating

And the blooms

Become confetti on the sidewalks

My cone contains sweet caramel

That is sex on my tongue

As I lick it,

A touch of sea salt and

Sprinkle of pecan nuts,

A swirl of whipped cream

And a shiny cherry on top,

What else would one want

While they watch the skies

With their favorite love

And forget all the foreign thoughts.

 

Being with the man of your dreams

Is always wonderful

Even without these added pleasures

His curly hair at his neckline

As his sudden smile appears

When he watches the ice cream

Drip onto my lap.

His presence is appreciated

And his eye contact

Makes me blush

My shoulders ache for his touch.

A hug that brings me in so

Close right before his lips

Caress mine. –J. E. Cook ©2017

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Shared Sunsets

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A Poem by Josie E. Cook M. A.
~Having the right connection~

Shared Sunsets

The girl that is rare
Is the one dear to one’s heart.

As I stand by my tree of choice
And watch the sun make its
Colors at Sunset
With the birds lining the tree
Branches–but not uttering a song
At all
As puddles fill with insects
And the rows of corn
Flutter in the wind
In all the fields sprawling
Before me
The black silhouettes
Further out reflect the remaining
Reds in the skies

Those evening skies
As I hold the hand of my closest
Friend and we remain silent
And happy with the passing
Of time
Because it happens with us
Together
Before this lovely scene in
The sky.
–J. E. Cook ©2017
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Moving On~not always a choice~

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Moving On

A Poem by Josie E. Cook M. A.

leaving a place of love and happiness…

Moving On

 

Moving is scary to me,

Leaving the things behind that I became

Accustomed and familiar to

the change of the seasons every year,

those colors the tree leaves always

become every fall,

the sunrises and sunsets full of the

emptying cloud ranges,

the places on their horizons

that I view each day after day,

sitting on the deck at dawn

watching the day begin and end,

In the morning, the sky bringing up its light,

sitting right beside the big Maple tree

that I will always miss after I am gone

from here,

listening to the rise of the day,

nothing there, except me and that

special tree,

a tree where my daughter spent her

afternoons after school swinging, talking with her

friends, and climbing with her cat,

daylight arrives and I think of haunts of this land,

I’ll miss this tree, the memories will bring it back

After I am gone,

But what I’ll miss even more is this weird little

White house I bought myself,

It’s creaking and moaning during thunderstorms,

Its own pellicular grace and style

That brought me happiness so many times

While I was here.

The garden that I tended and worked in

With its life cycles each season,

Tiny seeds being pressed into the soil

Waiting for them to poke through

The ground,

Maybe, I am just a seed, too

What I’ll remember most is my bedroom

Here,

Because it is right beside my big Maple tree

It stands there like a soldier guard,

My bedroom windows look out to the garden

That I love,

I hate to be a long time gone from this

Place of love and happiness

But, I am moving on. –J. E. Cook ©2017

 

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Allie & my daughter, Victoria having a discussion under the big Maple.

Mother Nature & Our Divinity

In Divinity’s developing, early spring garden

Where many flowing wildflowers flourish,
to produce and cultivate others,

To promote so many varieties in color,
these shades of her beautiful tints stretch

for miles and miles…
such as beauty often does but never lasts

past its challenging termination,

One may never find it

In the same precise shades again,

like heaping painted canvas clinging to the knolls

And the spreading valleys,
nature’s brush of changing colors,
with each hue as bright as the sunshine,
kissing the splendor dispersed over our land,

When a heavy winter coat of white

Arrives and covers the same spots,

This ground rests and sleeps until
spring in the coming year,
then these fragrant blooms come back,
stretching and multiplying over the

Endless growing territories,

Building a constant circle of nature at its best,
the brush of Mother Nature creating art

From loam, mud, and particles of dirt

By mixing the drops of constant rain

with the warm

Endless breezes helping her,
This creation reminds us that miracles exist

And our ultimate survival depends on her,
without her touch, man and his family

Would not flourish like the blooms of

The earth.

These renewing buds

Coming from dry seeds shall carry us on,
as they are blown across the world,
the rain showers arrive to nourish them,

The fall season always prepares the soil for

The approaching slumber,

the endless sun will keep bringing

Its warmth every spring, and

into the rumbling summer,
and soon it will be time for dancing

hummingbirds

And working insects to cultivate the

natural growth,

without her hand, nothing matures,
Mother Nature is our keeper,

and the land’s tending gardener,
There’s no need to change her routine

because it fits our necessities for life,
with the essential gifts of her love.

–J. E. Cook ©2017

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Reading Meanwhile there are Letters

This book is based on the correspondence of Eudora Welty & Ross Macdonald edited by Suzanne Marrs & Tom Nolan and it is quite a treasure to read.

In one letter to Welty:

“I don’t quite know what is happening to the country, or has already happened. A friend, formally in the government, writes from Washington about “the coming constitutional crisis,” as he calls it. I believe the country has gone through a moral crisis and failed to recognize it. We proceed cheerfully on our desperate way like a man with a bad doctor and a fatal illness.”– Kenneth Millar (102)
After reading this quote, I thought about how it is so fitting to our current situation in our country!

In her next letter to him I noted this passage relating to the above passage from his letter:

“…I think, the same feeling about the awful things we were perpetrating upon that midnight clear (in Vietnam). I hope and hope, while knowing there’s damage that can never be undone and something lost we can never get back. Just hope for the end of the killing–I think it has to come soon, don’t you?” –Eudora Welty to Kenneth Millar in a letter. (105)

I believe–Hope is always what keeps us going on in times like these! These writers’ thoughts seem to relate to our country’s current government decisions and actions.

As I continue to read and reflect on this:

As I read this thick volume slowly, I reflect on so much of the material covered in their correspondence through their letters, specifically what Welty tells him about nature, writing, and also how he responds to her questions and her personal concerns in the areas of her writing and doing interviews. This can be so useful to authors and poets today. Millar is always reinforcing her through his perspective on her writing talents and her public speaking engagements. When she doubts her written work and her speaking abilities, he always seems to have the right answers about her troubling thoughts and how she might be somewhat off the mark with her personal reflections on her public interviews that she reveals to him inside her letters.  Millar gives her his expert perception on them, and they are always on spot with what is happening with her writing and her unique capabilities.  She, in turn, does the same for him often through her reviews and her feedback on his writing.

Their relationship was truly a working one as far as their writing is concerned. They seem to feed off of each other and reinforce each other as they correspond making their writing endeavours stronger and more successful as years go by.

I will be reading more about them soon and I may post more here on what I find in this treasure of a book about Welty & Millar and their growing relationship as they communicate with each other through letters.

 

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Poetry in Motion with the Flow of Tides

 

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The Secret World of Magical Beings

A Poem by Josie Cook

World of written and spoken words…

The Secret World of Magical Beings

Stuck in a plantation of growing confrontations,

My passage to another location becomes

a portal to numerous words unheard until this date.

Many tiny pixies, genies, and sprites

drift with the bluebirds.

They are a mere symptom from some unwritten world.

With the sky above their land and the

Oceans riding to the wind-blown sand,

Little by little, their world construction is created.

From the darkness of night to the light of dawn;

From all that is obscure, and from all that is pale.

No being is dismayed by the revelation of their splendid words.

They live among trunks, branches, leaves that ground them

To their hidden world.

The one that sees them is the one that believes in them,

their life creations are written inside the deep forest

where the pale leaves exist with the colorful ones,

Among the living organisms and the bright reflections,

Underneath loose bark, and the deep depths of the liquid pools,

Their enigma is born to protect the free speech of the open plains.

The casting of an evil curse upon their world will be protested and

Dissolved by the disbanding of it.

Evolution comes from their seas and the creation of their words;

Wondrous chortling from the bemused elves

Flows through the open air as the wind blows away the sadness and despair.

For this is now their land and one that no individual owns.

 There is no escape from their world, they treasure

this collection of their words.   –J. E.  Cook ©2017

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UNITED IN PEACE COLLABORATION, 2016

73 voices from 17 different countries around the world unite in peace. All these poets are in alphabetical order by their first name. *Please feel free to copy and share all these verses on your page.

As the Christmas lights shine brightly again
I hear some laughter now and then
I can’t help but wonder how comforting it must be
That despite all my blunders, to have such a loving family
5hade5layer – USA

This picture makes me think of my sister.
She lives on the other side of the country from me.
It remind’s me of the happy times we had together at these time.
Luckily she’s coming next year with my nephew and nieces.
Andrew Jacobs – USA

The bough of an oak tree. Each sunrise, a Christmas season regarding non-religious affairs of love. Every culture a string of light, learning the civilizing tradition. Its circumference is revealed by a day of joy. And that sun in the sky-will umbra and preserve all Christmas season… And love will bath our world forever.
Arthur Henn – USA

The lights cascade down
Spilling light like joy
Shedding light on to happy faces
Of family spending time together
Ashley.J.Parker – New Zealand

Bells jingle at every door as boughs play lyre and the merry breeze sings Carol.
Cladded as friends, we cross the fences gathering on the warm lap of mother green for this holy feast.
Singing with glee, praying for peace, we share smiles, love and cake.
The lights dance against the night while Heavens peeked through the curtain and smiled.
Atiba Sheikh – India

Let light be shed in our lives this day
Make us realise that come what may
We’re united by LOVE which remains in our heart
Even though we be ten thousand miles apart
Babsie Bell – Scotland

It’s the light in the dark
That stops the family falllng apart
The light keeps raining down
Keeping them safe and sound
B. Coelho – UK

In this time of change, we should not change,
for no matter what may fall,
our love for all who walk this earth
is the love that conquers all.
Beccy – UK

It’s the light in the dark
That stops the family falllng apart
The light keeps raining down
Keeping them safe and sound
Bobbie – UK

man defines the divine in his own limited terms
with electric lights replacing inspiration
and our own illumination replacing the holy
this season, let us embrace those things which we do not know
bob strating  – USA

Meeting in accord
Celebrating
The ultimate love story ever told
Let love continually shine in you
Cassie – Kenya

Give thanks and enjoy these holidays,
For we never know when it’ll fade away.
May you experience joy, laughter, peace, and hugs,
And spread kindness to all who need love.
Chantal – USA

Asking answers in a dark;
Stairing questions in a sun.
Paint a world black to blind;
Our breath feed truth a fund.
Cory Barrett – USA

Lights shine their path upon the bark.
Laughs sing a songs all like a lark.
Hands and arms spread warm and love.
Heaven looks down from high above.
crystal – Sweden

All the loves of this earth, ever loved shall
be revealed again thru the sparkling, camouflagic
hope, unfolded onto delicate surfaces gently placed
from the heavenly flame…..peace on earth.

dana – USA

The night looks almost eerie,
if it didn’t look so warm,
the lights, the joy, the friendships,
keep us up until the dawn.
Daniel Marchetti – Australia

 

“The warmth, respect and true affection
Can bind us all without hesitation
Together we’ll face this moonless night
With love in our hearts, our Christmas light.”

Dhaye – Philippines

“Stars speaks of the story of miracle
As the sky brightens up in delight
With the news of the birth of Christ
Every broken soul finds a hopeful light”
Dhiman – India

Surround your hearts around the festive table
Wrapped together, Christmas presents, in prayer
Joy below the tree of life, one holy family
Happy Birthday baby Jesus light of lights
Earl Schumacker – USA

delighted faces all aglow
round table with food to spare
star lit nooses hanging some
the feast goes on with flare.
Einstein Noodle – USA

Light flickers, framed by the love of many tongues.
Life – grown from roots deep draped in radiance.
Empathy clasps trembling hands, whispering hope
‘Pon horizons, may prayers be Heaven heard.
emmajoy – UK 

From the darkened whispered world we rise

And come now together in radiant light

So with echoed songs of unity’s voice

This blessing flows into the heavenly night

  1. Froman – USA

Bring evergreen to deciduous night
by baubles and stars let there be light
‘neath angels drink and eat our fill
we trust in the spring of our earthly will.
Gandre  – USA

Mesmerized by darkness, shadows dance in eternity
growth to infinity – that’s their nature is
so easy that it takes effort to say ‘no’..
but saviors are the droplets
emancipated and attached to light of God
the end of dark
brings then the birth of us
Gaurav – India

Beneath life’s boughs all mankind waits
on what is offered by the fates,
praying for, both love and peace,
and that all worldwide strife will cease.
Gee – England

Count your day with a smile and never with tears.
Count your night by the day and shadows will fall behind you.
Count your life by happiness and not with pains.
Every time we love,everytime we give,it’s Christmas.

Ifeoma Isabella okeke – Nigeria

Christmas Time; a gift, the holy & sacred birth of Jesus
A time when mankind unites in warmth, tolerance, respect and true affection
Jesus; the tree of life, his light & power shine from God’s deep, foundational roots
Allowing his gleaming love to cascade down over us, like oil, overflowing & filling us
Im His Daughter – Canada 

Gathered tenderly under the glow
Remembering gifts from long ago
Not the toys and season’s decor
But a gift from the Father we love and adore
James Andersen – USA

Waited year for such a twilight,
Where we all pray under the bright light,
Fight all the evils on the Christmas night,
Let’s make it a beautiful sight.
Jasbir Kaur – India

The faithful gather glowing warm
To celebrate the precious Son..
May all the Earth come together in Love
And Sing in Praise to Heaven Above.
J.J. NIGHTINGALE – USA

I pray the hope of peace can expand to every nation.
I pray every child and family is safe and have shelter.
The sound of war is silence.”

I hope you like dear friend.
John Castellenas/Coyote – USA

 

Love is the answer no matter the question,
Give it and I will return three fold.
Learned through practice and not suggestion,
More than a rule than is made of gold.
J Todd Underhill – USA

Under world’s tree with angel’s our spirits join kneeling.

Light of life between our heart’s fire and heaven’s stars shining.

What joy, what pain, what tears humanity is calling.

Christmas made real by all praying, sharing, giving.

Kathy Van Kurin – USA

Here we are to eat the feast of peace,
Just enough to celebrate the scene,
When the stars all begins to sing,
That here comes the true prince of peace.
Kay Salisu Titilola  – Nigeria

There is a tree, and light.
There are people we know because we know people.
We love each other, we may not know it yet.
Stand up and hug.
Keith Martell – USA

A light rises, guiding warm stars
And spirits finding solace
In all the worlds that feeling
Comes with the welcome of a timeless meeting
Ken Simm – UK

when all of nature reflects

darkness fades from within

spirits shine and joy unveils

and love flows into everything

Ladysue – USA

Winter night, and sparkling bright, amber pearls abound.
Friends so dear and family near, gather all around.
Twilight song to night so long, can you hear the sound?
Laughter rings and carol sings, joy for blessings found.
Lawrence Raybon – USA

Sitting around the table under the tree,
No empty, cold, lonely spaces,
Only the chatter, smiles, of friendly faces,
To happiness, joy and love is key.
Lydia B. – USA

Strands join us with love growing luminous
weaving harmony with our best humanness
dissuading words and actions ever ruinous
playfully sharing our quirks so humorous!
Margie – USA

Our hearts must be open for the sacred to fall in-
Light the path to their reception, let sternums break in love.
This season, recall the forgotten; give voice
to the unloved: invite someone to come in from the cold, with you.
(Nuestros corazones necesitan abrirse para que la sagrada entre-
Ilumina el camino para su recepcion, permiten los pechos
romperse en amor. Esta estacion, recuerda los olvidados, da voz
a los no amados. Invita que alguien retirarse del frio, contigo.)
Marie Anzalone/ Raquelita – Guatemala

Gather your Family,
of bonds not blood,
whose light has shined
upon your life.
Matthew W. – Australia

gathered lights for the young and old
shine upon hearts left in such cold
bring the scent of warming prayers
answered by our Lord, The One that cares
M. Cotterman – USA

Oh Holy night, the Lord Savior has come.
Bright glowing faces, lighting up a new night,
Peace, love, joy, and happiness toward all.
May your days truly be merry and bright.
ME Lyle – USA

Under the spring sky
celebrating, why?
It’s not Christmas in this picture
Just a falsehood, a conjecture
Mikael – Finland

It is that season … once again
Of hearths aglow and hearts within
That season when I stand apart
Longing to feel a … joyous heart.
Misery – USA

Beneath the Tree of Life we dance and dance
Held together by common bonds of caring
We celebrate together year after year
It’s all about the strength of love and sharing
Miss Owl – Somewhere

The family gathers ’round the tree
No fancy frills for all to see.
Just love and laughter for to share
And mem’ries made in Christmas air.
Miss Sharon ” USA 

Let me sit beneath the bough before the break of dawn
Let me honour those I love the living and the ones I mourn
Let me know that hope is a psalm that makes us strong
Let the light of family be the foundation of our eternal song

Moon – Somewhere

When the world has become faithless and miserable,
When souls cry across all lands.
We shall create this selfless miracle
With the light that illuminate our hands.
Nwang – India

Harp strings are the orchestration of love
and civilization in our world of survival…
Each precious life is a gift from heaven
as we gather together in love and devotion…
Patricia E. Wedel  – USA  

The tree gives hope.
Shelter and peace.
They break bread
The world unites..
Paul Bell – UK

Sparkling lights reaches the soul
Illumination of the lonely hearts
Gathering of the kin, warms hugs
Blessings – comforting love.
Pax – Philippines 

in between the warmest of hellos and goodbyes I spend my time
suspended in love and light with my dearest ones; dusk settles damply,
dreamily, but every gaze shines wetly with merriment
and keeps me lovely cozy inside.
peacemilk ” Canada

Rows of lights are falling
Like diamonds to the ground
And friends, my hopes, are calling
Where loving might be found…
Peter Rogerson – UK

As we come together, all holding hands,
Around this table of hope, and love,
We create this family, from many lands,
To honor what the season’s, truly made of.
P.L. Reed – USA

We are all but lights
illuminated by one another
seasons come and go
but our bonds remain
PoppySilver  – UK

The connection may not be real.
Our hearts may not be working.
But our souls are flying,
free from everything,
hugging and dancing with each other.
Priscila Sousa – Portugal

I looked infront, she was not happy
I invite comparison with her.
we saved us from ego.
we cherrished happiness each other
rajasjree r – India

Together forever
The thing that you see
happiness in your eyes
can you see
Rebecca G. – USA 

May darkness be swept away by the magical light,
Let us find peace and comfort in each other’s company.
Of earth we are made of – into earth we return,
let’s celebrate our love for nature this holidays!
Ria – UAE

From heavens high ✨ soft starlight cascades down ✨
to light ✨ this sharing, with all gathered ’round.
Love’s set aglow their heart’s ‘ with God’s renown,
for peace 🌿 they pray together, without sound”*
Richard W. Jenkins – USA

When you string the Christmas light around the house
Make sure one is strung around your heart,
For the ribbons, bows and tinsel pale in comparison
To the gift that comes from the heart.
The Rock and Roll Cowboy – USA

‘I’m glad you made it,’ says she to the he to her left.
‘I said I would, now here I am,’ replies said he to she.
‘It wouldn’t be Christmas without you,’ says she.
As he smiles at the lights a-glinting in her eyes.
Ron Askew – UK

Eyes filled with relief, words filled with sweetness, laughter, not on people but on jokes.
Everyone is surrounded with the drugs of love and happiness
People don’t care about where they belong or what is their faith. The only thing they care about is this great day.
That’s the beauty of Christmas and a collaboration…
Shasha – India

” I rose in love to heaven’s height,
The moon was full, the stars were bright.
The darkness slowly moved away,
My life and heart shine with YOUR Light.”
Shabeeh Haider – Pakistan

five strings of fairy lights fall from the branch of the tree at twilight,
touching the hearts of the humans below, souls intertwined, laughter and faces aglow.
you can hear the crickets come alive in the night, and oh, how wonderful it is to witness such a sight.
on the very bench that you sit; finally, you say the words “i’m all right”, and mean it.
shiloh marie – USA

This tree has watched my son grow
From little boy to a strong young man.
Here it stands in graceful beauty
A small piece of the Master’s plan
Tate Morgan – USA

Join us beneath our lighted maple,
Please come enjoy our yuletide table,
And when you hear jingle bells ring,
Smile and laugh and loudly sing.
Ted Kniffen  – Canada

It takes a whole village to raise a child

we now live in the biggest village in history.
Let us cherish one another.
Tony Jordan – UK

Another Christmas approaching fast,
Stuff the turkey, just hope it lasts.
A joyous dinner with family and friends;
Wishing the day would never end.
Valentine – USA

it reminds me of peace and tranquility
a family together celebrating the season
the great tree reminds me of a great strength
and the light is the light of God watching over us all…
wordman – USA

Spreading love and giving comfort

Is all that matters in the real world

Gather around, ye all

For Christmas bells are being being heard
YumnaKay – Pakistan

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New Poems

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From my Spring to Yours

 

I watch the pear trees in half blossom

Parade in the east winds,

Small thin bronze leaves,

Having a silky white line,

Reminding me of little ears.

 

The trees that line our sidewalks

Represent so many shades of

Gold, green, amber, and the palest

Yellow,

As wisteria, dogwood, and some bright

Azaleas, present these endless pathways

through our town.

 

There are many fragrant climbing roses along our

Neighbors’ decorated

wooden fences, garden walls, and cement steps.

 

Looking forward to our high spring

When the tall irises show off their unique color

Combinations,

 

Maybe, I will toast them with pink

Champagne,

When they show their growing buds in

Full-bloom to us.   J.E. Cook ©2017

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After the Rain, Darkness sets In

 

The dark evenings are filled

with shimmering lights,

After dusk arrives,

The stars fill in the skies,

The moon joins in to complete

The barrier over our sun,

Then, the colors of the night

Enter the distant skies,

Staring at it long enough,

We can see with the shadows

Appearing around the fringes,

As the light remains; only much dimmer,

in different hues and pigments becoming modified

colors.

Street lamps glow and little streams of light

Appear around growing objects and endless fixtures,

Varying shapes and familiar likenesses are in altered

States of darkness…

A star is shining somewhere guiding

Us through the night.

 

After a rainstorm, the sky is cloud-covered and moonless,

That is when the real darkness sets in,

Strong breezes tickling the back of my neck,

The smell of the rain still in the air coming through

my

Open windows in the bedroom,

Touching my exposed skin as I try to get back to sleep,

Missing you on your side of the Queen-size mattress,

The garden outside calling your name

And wanting your expert attention

That only you can give it after the rain,

Come home and give it to it.

That’s all I will ask now,

Not for me, but for it.

The dark has taken all my light away,

There’s no love remaining or trust or faith,

Just a little flicker of hope

Remains,

To carry me along like a dandelion seedling

Floating in the winds.

–Jeanette ©2017

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 A Painter’s Interruption

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A Painter’s Interruption

Ripples across the water’s surface,
On a sticky evening,
Shadows of night creep in,
Latches are locked and secured,
Attics are closed and sealed,
Windows are double-checked,
Pinpricks touch her spine
As she sets in front of her unfinished canvas
Where the candlelight flickers across it,
Her limbs are tired and growing numb,
She drops her paintbrush to the waiting tray,
Her gaze follows the distant moon
Through her side window,
As the wind chimes chatter,
Stagnant air fills her bedroom,
She looks on at her brushstrokes
In blue and green,
A crimson sunset,
Then, she remembers that she didn’t
Lock the doors downstairs,
Passing a dainty dollhouse on the landing,
She follows the stairs to the bottom,
Sliding the locks in place,
Fire explodes behind her
In the fireplace,
Her mending basket is near,
Blurry smoke fills the room,
Something whirls in the smoldering embers,
An acrid odor touches her nose,
She pours water over the glowing light,
It is done and she is relieved,
Even though the smell lingers of burnt leaves.
–J. E. Cook ©2017

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Sensible Relevance

One need not be a hollow ember to be preoccupied,

One need not be an enterprise;

The mind contains passageways and trailing thoughts

transcending

Quantifiable references in life. –J. E. Cook ©2017

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She chose Love over what was Expected

During a blue moon,

He reached for her hand,

Brought to his mouth for a quick peck,

He pressed his lips to her upturned palm,

She trembled slightly,

Her exposed neckline caught his eyes,

She did not move and was afraid to breathe,

His lips touched her waiting mouth,

Then his seduction took over,

Her senses went crazy inside,

As her fingers grabbed for his bare chest,

When he entered her,

She found herself as she tilted her hips

Towards him,

Revelation filled her mind,

In a blinding rush,

As they moved together,

Later, his sharp cry signaled

His release,

He still held her,

For several minutes

Before they parted,

His breath touched her neck

With small bursts of exhaustion,

He touched her ear,

Then whispered,

Not trite at all,

My love.

–J. E. Cook ©2017

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My Deceitful thoughts about Delicious Truffles

When your mind betrays you and you desire more of something delicious…but maybe, you should not.

My desires for the most delectable

Chocolate creations are persuasive and compelling…

Maxim’s de Paris

Those truffles crafted with Champagne and Cognac

The rich dark chocolate and powdered sugar coating,

So, exquisite,

With the cocoa butter, eggs, and rich butter,

From Saint Jean, du Cardonnay of France.

Or maybe, Pink Champagne truffles that are so velvety

and complex in flavor from Charbonnel et Walker,

Yes, these are to dream about often with their powdered sugar

Exterior and wonderful creamy center with a light strawberry flavoring

Mingling with the champagne of pink,

The butter and the lightly dusted outside mix with milk chocolate

As they are consumed slowly to savor the taste,

From The Royal Arcade at 28 Old Bond Street in London

I crave them in a fervent way when they gone

Because they are potent in a deep-seated way bringing

On an ardent appeal for more.

Seeking the best chocolate truffle formation

With the finest flavor is often my devious diversion,

They accompany my coffee or tea selection with harmony

And a balance of taste,

Something nothing can match—this accompaniment

Is marvelous in colossal sensations and with superb flavors

Becoming magnificent.

–J. E. Cook ©2017

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How Hard Was it?

HOW HARD WAS IT?
 
Pulling to the curb to park,
 
Pausing and taking in the numerous
 
Cars and other vehicles
 
surrounding the building
 
And the church we were married in,
 
Watching a young man smoke at the edge of the
 
Approaching sidewalk,
 
Thinking about why I am here and if I can go inside,
 
Checking my reflection in the rearview mirror,
 
Then, looking at the display on my phone to see
 
The exact time,
 
It’s just minutes before the designated time,
 
Taking a cleansing breath,
 
And telling myself that I can do this,
 
Stepping out as the sunshine touches
 
My upturned face,
 
Crossing the street and keeping my eyes
 
On the young man puffing on his cigarette,
 
Is he a greeter or not?
 
I go directly to him,
 
Thinking maybe he’ll remember me,
 
“Taking a smoke break I see—is everyone inside?”
 
“Yes, they just returned from the gravesite.”
 
He says this as he smiles at me,
 
But he says nothing else.
 
I go inside,
 
As I enter, one of his sisters comes to join me.
 
She greets me by asking me if I am indeed,
 
Jeanette,
 
I respond with a yes and a nod,
 
As she pulls me in for a hug,
 
She points out where everyone is seated.
 
And she thanks me for coming,
 
I feel shaky–like this is all surreal,
 
After talking with his three sisters,
 
I sit a bit with his mother,
 
She is quite distressed at times,
 
However, she is holding together for the
 
Most part,
 
Then, after viewing some old photos of him,
 
she dissolves and heads for the restroom,
 
A former middle school teacher approaches me,
 
He stands very near– by my chair and he goes
 
Down on one knee,
 
He asks, “How hard was it to walk through those doors today?”
 
I respond to his question, “It was one of the hardest things I have
 
Ever done, but I felt like I must or I might regret it
 
Forever.”
 
“I understand.”
 
Then, the man’s oldest son—the man I was married to
 
For almost ten years, but separated from him
 
for almost
 
Seven years
 
comes to the table I am sitting at
 
And he joins us,
 
This son is the one that stepped up,
 
And took care of every detail for me
 
Pertaining to this sad event,
 
Even though he lived out of state,
 
And had his own reasons for not
 
Wanting to address this sudden situation,
 
I will always be grateful to him for doing so
 
With such courage and kindness towards me.
 
May you now rest in peace,
 
Because life never represented much of it
 
While you were here with us,
 
Walking out was as difficult as entering
 
That day with the sun still shining overhead,
 
As I departed,
 
Driving down the street, in this village, where
 
You died,
 
Where you spent most of your lifetime,
 
A village where you were raised
 
And where you died so suddenly
 
Without me by your side.
 
–J. E. Cook ©2017(in memory of him) Revised 2019

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A Rainbow Appears after the Storm

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I remember your sly grin,

I did so yesterday while doing my routine shopping

In the much-needed rain,

I haven’t decided whether I like this or not,

But you were there in my thoughts,

After a passing stranger’s cologne lingered in the

Dewy air,

He had that same stubborn look on his face as

He looked up into my eyes.

We shared a lot of good in a short period,

I think about your once familiar touch and long kisses,

However, that can’t fix it all,

So I push onward because you were more than I could

Ever handle.

It’s all foreign to me now,

Mostly because I didn’t really know you at all.

Your thirsty addiction for the drug scene won and it

Broke us.

My desire for you is currently very faded and wilted

Like a battered yellow rose from Texas dying in the summer sun

Of a humid Ohio season.

The dark skies are clearing and I’m persevering

With strong courage to succeed,

That rainbow there—stands for my renewal in life

and my striving

Commitment to being a pure soul again

with my utmost goals always

remaining

Firmly planted in my educated thinking.

–J. E. Cook 2016

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My Penned Tribute to David Bowie

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Tribute to David Bowie

He was a thin White Duke

With a piercing blue gaze,

He used a mystical form of lyrical composition to cause

His music to flow and pulse

With many different meanings.

His process could predict our future and reflect on our

Past experiences.

 

Watching the flashing green light at the end

Of the dock

With Gatsby, as Tom looks on, he consults with the glittering stars,

What would 1984 bring to us?

Maybe another Fight Club…

Winding down in the City of the Night,

As he rests, and remains dying alone in bed, dreaming of Blue Beard’s Castle

And what is happening in Berlin, Paris, and many other glittering cities.

A blast from inside a Whale passes over a sailor who fell from Greece

Into the unknown darkness at Noon.

 

The black boy is the Stranger that watches the Infants in the Spring

As the Song’s lines become a Lolita with his Master drinking his Margarita in

one hand.

 

Wasteland spreads as Money, Strange People, and Outsiders perform during

An Age of American Unreason causing Raw White Noise and the street contains

No Wonder Boys.

 

The Metropolitan Life reveals The Bridge that leads to the Coast of Utopia

where All the Emperor’s Houses graze and The Bird Artist designs among them.

With Nowhere to run, the Earth’s Powers consult the 42nd Parallel.

In Cold Blood, teenagers on the road, murder past loves and create vile

Bodies before the Hidden Persuaders can intervene, and they fall to Dante’s Inferno

As The Leopard, and they witness A People’s Tragedy.

His shadow passes over A Grave for a Dolphin and his Journey becomes

The Whirlwind with The Gnostic Gospels spreading The Insult after their morning

Rituals conclude and close.

 

A Private Eye reads a magazine about the 1960’s automobiles in the office of Hitchens & Barnes,

While the whistle of a Parrot Echoes off the Cabinet of Wonders.

 

The Starman is Dancing in the Streets with Jean Genie and Absolute Beginners,

As the China Girl

Spreads Ashes to Ashes of Heroes while daydreaming of Modern Love,

Changes make her Wild as The Wind, and her Golden Years arrive, As the World Falls Down.

 

Five years ago on Valentine’s Day,

The Stars presented his Mojo with Prestige through a Labyrinth as Mr. Lawrence looked on

Filled with The Hunger for Serious Moonlight, thinking where is Ziggy Stardust now?

–J. E. Cook © 2016