Monday, November 17, 2014

Birds In The Nest

The baby birds in the nest
Need their rest

Mama bird flies
At the sound of the their cries

Mama bird was not in a good mood
But she flew anyway to look for food

Up to the sky she flew
When you saw her feathers they were blue

Gathering up worms to eat
She would grab them with her feet

Back to the nest she went
The babies could smell her scent

All nestled and well fed
It was time for all to go to bed

(Written by my 11 yr old daughter JJ)

Copyright 2014 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Winding Is This Path Of Life

I have ambled on and through
Certain seasons of a lifetime
As for my vision now
I am always looking forward though

At times this path is smooth and paved
Or a rock strewn trail, up hills and then down
Through deserts, valleys of all sorts and mountainous peaks

There is always an older man though, who is here and there
Always behind me when I tend to glance back upon my path
Never do I seem to pass him on my travels
Nor do I look for him

He is of familiar face
He has played the hypocrite
Picked up the sword of the arrogant
Held hands with self righteousness
He has loved others and been loved
Loved when it is a sacrifice
Given to those in need
And befriended others

There is maturity etched in the lines of his forehead
His eyes glint with wisdom
Seasons, years and circumstances have altered me
My winding path continues on
And I pray daily to continue to see this old man
From time to time

Copyright 2014 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Elephant In The Room

You will not articulate
I will not verbalize
Yet there is a quandary
A state of uncertainty
But it always remains the same
It is always there

There are truths before us that lack discussion
But alas, they are in attendance
Days, months and for years
How many more?
Shame on me for believing
Blind to hope

I observe, or assumed you as one who is healing
But your tearing at the stitches is revealing
Maybe wisdom should prevail
Gentle as a dove, wise as a serpent
Setting tone and boundaries

I have decided to progress on
You, still wrapped in a blanket of unforgiveness
Emotional alienation is your armor
It is the unseen lumbering four legged beast
You carry from room to room

Copyright 2014 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Being Protocol

It’s a diplomatic love affair
A societal medium vacuum gone global
Slowly charming, swaying the masses
Conditioning man to stay contained within…
Slowly numbed and dumbed down
Political correctness and other schemas
Slowly strangling, forcing individuals ideals on others

Who sets this protocol, boundaries, and codes of procedure?
So called free thinkers, politicians, educators, the King Midas’s of the pulpit?
Themselves being deceived
Ever so slowly twisting, forcing their resolve, values
Through the spinning yarns of all sorts of social media
With the masses being spoon fed with veiled agendas

Despite all this
Man is waging wars far and wide
Pestilences and economies are on the precipice
Everything is in contravention
Lines are blurred and broken
We are all intertwined, but are blindfolded
But we someday, all will intersect

Copyright 2014 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Thursday, October 2, 2014

The Great Orchestral Shooting Star Experiment

Blissful notes expel from the orchestra
Become shooting stars
Skimming above the trees
Becomes an overhead bazaar

Above violins and other instruments
The nocturnal sky breathing, reaches its peak
An enchanted orchestral galaxy
We came and gathered to seek

Like fireworks displayed
With notes entwined play in the gust
A conductor’s composition flung
Through the colored constellation over us

Fireflies like darting sparklers glow
As we saunter through the meadow’s land
A breathtaking array
For fear of missing more, we ran

Chasing harmonies we still hear
Surging in our hearts aware
You hum the orchestras’ sweet song
Now drawn have I, into your stare

Your expression now reflects the intensity
Of this great orchestral star experiment
For from you now
Shines the orchestral sky’s blissful sentiment

Copyright 2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Moongaze And Dream My Darling

Cast your gaze to the sky my little one
It has finally risen
Skirting above the hills
Be quick my Darling daughter
Grab the rising moon
Shake it ‘til dreams, beams and moon dust fall

We will run through the field just you and me
The air sweetened with honeysuckle
Under the Lord’s radiant awning of moonlight
Hold tight to the basket we brought
And will we gather them all in

We’ll sprinkle moon dust on moonbeams
And let them navigate us through the Milky Way
Taking us up in a swirling swoon and whoosh!
Off we go, adventure awaits, so do your dreams
Your nightgown flows and long hair shimmers
From the burst of our shooting star

We do not speak, we do not need to
Your eyes, your glances and smiles tell me everything
I see you breathing it all in
Close your heavy eyelids my Darling
I will lay your head on your pillow

I will kiss you on your forehead and pray over you
Tucked in, your basket laid next you
The night is still young
Adventure still beckons and awaits you
Enjoy My Darling, my little one, Enjoy!

Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Honeysuckle Insomnia

Honeysuckle aromas draw me
Filling in my room where I lay
Spring time spells arrival
Keeping summer at bay

The chirp of a mockingbird
Goes on through the dawn of night
Does she ever sleep?
What is her joy she employs so trite?

So bright this light the moon
Arcing backwards, east to west
I will walk the call of the hills
This nocturnal trail at my behest

A silvery sheen shadows everything
From chaparral that mantles the hillside
To rocks aglow
Maybe I’ll follow where moon shadows go

Days become lengthy
But now night and light rules the sky
How can this be I ponder
In the back of my mind’s eye

Should I yearn and return to my bed
Retire to my sheets
And leave the hills here
Or should I amble onward, the dawn to meet

Copyright 2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing

And I Asked Of Autumn

And I asked of autumn…
Where have you been?
Preparing to put summer to bed
Birthing winter for nature’s nap
Was her respond

And I asked of autumn…
Would you not stay the year?
Her reply, has not our Lord created the seasons? 
Then I would not be what I am to you now
Was her respond

Again I asked of autumn…
What do you behold for me this season?
Temperate mornings for clement crisp daybreaks
Twilights of blazing crimson to meander under
Soothing arrays of colored moods
I convey anticipation threading the air

My hand I offer thee
That we may stroll as one
My epoch also will fade and demise for a time
Let’s celebrate this time that God has bestowed on us
Create reminiscences, recollections of harvest pasts enjoy
Carpei Diem…was her respond

Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Monday, September 1, 2014

Springtime On Parade

Springtime’s silhouettes
Unhurriedly but surely
Overtakes winter’s shadows
Oh so, so quietly thieving back her season 

I have been eyeing you in your pre-dawn moods
Pulling the sun up seasonally earlier
Bedding the night to its delayed slumber
As the days breed longer

There is that familiar fresh chill
You have chased into the air
Vetting early daybreak and belated the evening
Stirred, invigorated, I am for you

I will capture your offer fair maiden
Your arrival, I shall embrace, a springtime pageantry on parade
Grab will I, your gentle drift of lavender and honeysuckle
Into my lungs, inhaling creation’s incense

I shall blow you a kiss
Just to watch it wane on the wind
Will you sense it settle upon your lips
Stay with me onward as we go I plead you

For in a point in time
Abscond will you
Giving of yourself to another season
But for now I am for you and you for me

Copyright 2014 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Under A Revolving Carousel Moon

Oh how these days have changed
They charge on leisurely yet violently in these waning days
Global news is never good anymore
I mutter to myself “These are not the days of my childhood anymore”

Walk will I, now, down this misplaced country lane to find a grassy knoll
Laying down, settling my eyes to the low lying horizon
Fixing my thoughts back to my early days
I will reside here until the promise comes
The revolving carousel moon crests the hills

When the moment is right
Taken will I upon a carousel ride, this twilight dream come true
Calliope music fills the carnival atmosphere while ribbon and flair flow
Pondering the earth below…pondering the heaven’s promises
I have decided to set the grand statuette horses free
Free from their golden poles, free from their up and down gallop

Free to run the evening sky’s meadows forever
The firmament spread out in brilliance, a heavenly corral
There are millions of stars to feed on
When the day arrives they will be ridden no more

I will tie childhood memories to the ribbon and flair  
I then will be liberated to the luminaries
Up here they will float for eternity
Away from the pull of the earth’s waning days and gravity
Here I will stay on this merry go round
My promise received
Upon this revolving carousel moon

Copyright 2014 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Inside The Liquid Glass Show

Gliding through
Inside the glass blue
Senses keen
All that is seen
Is cylindrical and the centrifuge
Enclosed in a womb with a view
All that is heard is the humming
Of this liquid waterfall stunning
Pitching and pouring above my head like a pumping heart
It moves effortlessly, a breathing living art
I lay my hand along this liquid wall of glass
Feeling its life, its surging mass
As I move and skim about
It heaves in and it heaves out
Pulsing and pounding behind me the grace
Swallowed inside, my glide leaves no trace
Too soon and I will break free
Leaving this wet womb behind me

Copyright 2104 Wandering Satellite Publishing
Surf’s Up

Friday, June 6, 2014

Carvings From A Point In Past

This mountainside I encompass
Where my memories flicker and fade
I feel the carvings in the tree you left
The fog lifts from where the woodland and sea separate

Sweeping mist from eyes, squinting
I rub my hand over the whittle
Recalling days of future past
The past now befalls the present

Overtaken by blackberry bushes and thorns
I gently brush aside
The tree has sent its shade and leaves away forever
I observe the frozen bleak settling moon

This where our blossom first grew
Under a welcoming warming sun
But in its hallowed loneliness
It has since died like some of life

I came to resurrect some old memories and thought
No compass or map to guide my way
Just quietly listening for those old conversations we had
Nothing on the breeze adrift can I hear

One more glance back at the carving tree before I depart
A small contented smile arises…I have no regrets

Copyright 2015 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Thursday, May 29, 2014

The Beginning, The End and Everything In Between

From the cradle to the grave man carries a certain burden
Like a ball and chain…mortality
How does one wander about the gates of hell
Mistaking it for some kind heaven
For some I observe, they live their days akin to a life of wine and roses
Smelling the decay but calling it perfume

What is…in the in between?
Soulful existence, just being, punctuated with bit moments of joy
Swift curtain calls of comedy and tragedy
Seasons within seasons blustering in, blowing out
How does one truly find contentment in this gift called life?

Everything in between never quenches the soul
Always, it is searching, looking for fulfillment
In every sunny area, in every dark corner of the attic
As a human being
Not one, cannot escape this condition
Are we, as one wise king lamented!
Gratification from this world is “a chasing after the wind?”

The end though, is as the beginning
It starts with a breath and ending with one
Alas, the question remains for some
What comes next?
For me contentment is my faith in Jesus Christ
Faith is the substance of things hoped for
The evidence of things not yet seen

Copyright 2104 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Monday, May 19, 2014

Hang Your Harps On The Willows

Should we weep?
For we are captive
The world’s tools we have borrowed
Alas, to the use of our own
So hang your harps on the willows…and mourn

Do not untie my binds that hold captive my hands
For I will not play for you
Nor will I open my lips to utter a joyful sound
And I shall be one as the chased roe
Are there not seasons?
To sing, to mourn

You have become like theatre, a drama
All in the name of the Holy One
The bride corrupted, her ears tickled
Lost in her identity become a shame to you?

Then untie my binds
I will take back up my harp from upon the willows
I will lament and sing of repentance
Pleading for truth to dawn on worldly deceptions

Copyright 2014 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Beyond Wild Blue Yonder

Roll back the sky Oh Lord
Peel back the wild blue yonder
That I may receive a diminutive glimpse
Of your Heavenly throne room

Let the clouds caught in vacuity drawn
Become my chariot
This bright vivid sun blotted out
Drowned out by your magnificent brilliant glory

Kneel will I at your throne
Eyes kept prostrate
Unable to glance up, your brilliance, your love too intense
But I see the scars in your feet Oh my King

Twenty four elders bow, cast their crowns before thee
Before you, I too cast my life’s crown
In the midst of angelic beings’ thundering chorus
“Worthy, Worthy the Lamb that was slain”

Before your throne of mercy
Here the aroma of incense permeates my soul
While peals of thunder commence, resound
Splendidly sounding like a sweet refrain

Here a man has no utterance
Nothing to paint with words or expression
Yet my spirit coalesced with yours
Bears me to be in Your presence

Beyond my flesh though
My spirit cries out for refreshment
Be glory and honor and power
Be Yours Lord Jesus forever

Copyright 2014 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Occasion Of The Butterflies

Out from the hostile environment surrounding occasion
A new beginning
The birthing ground gave them up
To the sky
To the air
Thousands of wings in movement
Demanding attention
Yet all is hushed
In this unshaded place we roamed
Walking the deserts meadow that day
Yet they flew
The heat of midday bothers them not
Some lived and died
But it seemed as if in this moment
They were enjoying
Sharing of themselves to us
In all directions they dispense themselves
Dawning this birth
Unto a destination unknown to us
And as all this beautiful chaos subsides
Observing this
Creation’s phenomena
Few are now left
We take this wonder in musing
And we return from whence we came

Copyright 2014 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Somerset Bazaar

Will you be there?
Trinkets, lace, colorful thread and charms
Nestled against and amidst the forest green
A song for you I will play on my instrument
Or speak poems to you

Are you going there?
Under sycamore trees watching
Stroll the path over fallen leaves
Following the wind in your hair
Until you have arrived

I will gather myself to meet up with you
Wait will I by the well
We can leave the bazaar
The busy hum, the throng of crowd
Bartering with others we need not to

Bring with you your loom and your basket
Will you weave something special for me?
Maybe a scarf you can sew to keep winter away
With thimble and thread
I will play a song or read to you

I will play until you daydream of another situate
I will trade a poem for your darning
We can have dangling conversation
Language of words that float away
Washed away by late afternoon shadows

Until then I will musing
My thought will be of you
I will be waiting to hear of you
Your arrival
To the Somerset Bazaar

Copyright 2014 Wandering Satellite Publishing