Father, La Luz, the light

Of truth!

III. One day I will write of this youth

One day when I am old and

Full of memories that are well-

Tended and nestled in husks in

Baskets

But tonight I am young

The night is young

Is my candle fading.

Noone can see

My hopeless reverie.

Reverie!

“Marriage”

Marry Me under red-hot snow.

Marry me

In pools of lavender

Marry me wild

Marry me cold

Marry me thistledown

Marry me in hell

Marry me in luxury

Marry me as a coward

Marry me as a hero

Marry me dead

Marry me alone

Marry me hungry

Marry me obsolete

Complete my flesh into your flesh.

Marry Me.

I.                 Down adown down

A gander a goose a pie

Down a dilly down down

A candle, a hill, a mountain, a fire.

Down-a-dander, down adrift

Down goosy gander and willow swift.

Down on all the darkness of the world

Down-a-down goosey on her feet is muck

a-twirled.

Down-a-down gander, and down-a-down horse,

Boots for the weather and blankets of course.

Down-a-down dilly and down-a-down doe,

Writing is silly and art is a show!

Down-a-down dinket and down-a-down hush,

Myself’s got a trinket, my lord it is dusk!

Down-a-down sandy and glittle and show,

It’s cold as it can-be and sleeping is so

Down-a-goosey gande, and ride a fast horse

To where the wild swallows gather in nests by the porch.

Down-a-down dilly and down-a-down Day,

I’ll Keep on A-ryhming my Cares All Away.

II.               “Silly Goose”

Goosey goosey Gander, whither dost thou

Wander?

Wanderest thee thus to lapse in warm water?

Wanderest thee child unto breast of thy mother?

Wandering pit-a-pat all the day-long-day,

Wilt Thou lay a Gold Egg? Or I’ll give thee Away!

 Husband in bed

Dawn the Day After New Year’s 2011

Cat under my blanket legs

Birds chattering happily, cheerfully, sleepily,

 Sweetly.  I love them.

God Joyful.  It is Christmas-time and

All the children are out of school and

There is that joy of opened presents and

Given presents, and the

Christmas

Tree.

Reading the scriptures bit by bit.

Trying to live my life and make my plans

For the future, etc, based on the scriptures.

I think this is very wise, and it is the perfect

Time to learn as I hadn’t learned before.

Passages I couldn’t understand are explained

To me.  “Walk By Faith Alone” and

“Lily of the Valley.”

Hallelujah!

“A Poem To Mommeia”

Oh! Lullay, Lullay, my

Lady!

That Wakest Me From Morn!

Who Held Me When, an infant

 Mild;

And dovey-like when I a Child

And Now I Five-and-Twenty.

Words Cannot Grace Thee,

Gentle Lady;

Nor Put To Ease the Infant in

My pining breast—

Oh Lady Mild, Let me be a child

And wander in the wilderness wild

Till mine eyes glisten and my

Skin like snow,

And clothed in crimson damask

Pure—

Lady—there no more is, nor

Never Perhaps was—

A Lady So Virtuous, beautiful

And good.

Lullay thou my lady, Christ

We’re growing old!

As your first Grandchild, five

-and-twenty….

Among All Grandchildren pretty and

Many---

I’ll be true to thee; Lady,

As thou hast been true to me.

Lullay, thou Lady!

Brought from a baby, mild

A child in cradle and blanket,

----my word is good;

I will be true—

Your children will

Take care of you.

And should thee

Drop Thy Crimson Head;

Like the Rose I’ll nurse thou well;

That beauty, eternal, never----

---In all the world—

Was a lady so lovely as thee—

Ever.

To Mommee

Love, Caroline

A Poem To My Husband Theodore:

“The Donkey.”

I.

My Donkey is grey with long

Lashes,

My donkey looks sleepily with

Love,

My donkey is a foal without

Mother to nurse,

My donkey is humble and true

Lullay, Lullay, My donkey

Thou knowest thine eyes

Are blue

My donkey is the key

To everything….as was the

Little donkey that rode Them

Into Bethlehem on A still and

Quiet night when the Magi

Followed a star—

To the place in

A manger where baby

Jesus was born.

Lullay, Lullay the donkey!

For He is Meek and fair

And couldn’t sleep on

That Christmas Eve when

Angels Sang on High,

Father---////

Amen.

Forgive me Father.

My Wish

Of My Life— True

Love… Has Come True!

I will Not ask any more

Of God.  He Needs

Tending-To.

He’s Tired.

All Worn Out!

Amen.////

“The Drums Of War”: A Poem, 2/1/2013

See The Trumpets!

Hear The Call To War!

God is breathing in the

Fire.  He is breathing in the

Fire—and any

Who dare glimpse God

Is not going to live.

That is why he cometh

To Us in The Holy Ghost, the

Holy Spirit, the—

Hush!

Man is Sounding the

Call To War.

Fresh Blood

A Dawning Sun

Red As Blood

It Will Bring

Legions.////

Hark! The Drums Of War!

Mothers, Hide Your

Little Ones; God is

Great, and His Mercy Endureth

Forever.  Hark!

Now The Drums of War

The Drums of War!!!

Hear, oh hear, a great army

Emvampeth about me.

I have seen visions—

A Six-Winged Green

Angel with Lion’s Paws

And The Face Of A

Lion

And The Beak Of A

Great Phoenix

And the Phoenix’s

Claws----

In this Desert

Six Faces Saw I;

And it did not sink

Nigh the Pearly Sands

Where the Bone-Fish

Are Piled In Pilasters

Of Stones, Haunting

Me in the Dusk….

Hark! The Drums Of

War!  And A Bloody

Red Sun Precedes

Great Bloodshed---

--Now

Tell

Me,

How

The

Rain

Softly

Falls!

God Almighty, our Only

Deliverer! Though

We march to Our

Deaths, They Cannot

Kill the Soul and

Time Triumphs That Will

Endure Our Dees Into

Eternity.  Deliver, Deliver

Your People, Oh Lord!

Amen.////

Click goes the garden gate

Up goes the eaves, the candlelight

At half-light, a misty humid

Summer night in a Party

Dress, and soft music is

Playing—you

Look around and see the

Most beautiful man you’ve

Ever seen, the life of your life.

And you’re the

Love

Of his life, and the cicadas

Are going on into the darkness,

Theodore you married me.

And we are going to live

Happily

Ever

After.

“Abandonment”

So I thought to write me

Something profound

Then all this heartbreak

Falling in all around me;

And what could be more

Profound than this pain,

Had he stabbed me with

That cheerful wicked little

Knife, it would have been

Simpler and so much less

Painful than the cruel

Words he’s just flung

At me, left

His meat

For me to clean up, left

My heart

For me to clean up, left

My life

My home

My future

Hanging, for me to lick

The wounds and pray.

Oh, but they are so many!////

Didn’t have any money,

Didn’t care

Just walked

Fists in my torn

Pockets

Yeah whatever

The literature was

Not real

They were feeding us lies

Why cant we all feel

The way we were than

Yesterday

I mean

The one time

I lodt you

Was the

Only time I ever

Got to hold you—

Close so close

Like this—see—

I’m dying

An it makes me smile

Aint gon write no more

Aint gonna walk

Outside

And hear the birds

Singin

No more

And it was so sweet—

“III.”

If I wrote you a sad song

Would you weep?

Yes, friend, for you are always

Weeping

And I am always

Asking why

Or we want to—what?

No—I

Want to see you tonight

Come

Play with me

In Chinatown.

While I sleep

In your arms.

Kiss me while the stars

Are out!////

//And In That Old Great Tabernacle;

That Monument of stone,

Such mightiness unheard, unlost,

Tranquility unknown!/

When Worlds Crumbling Fall—

And I

Fall

Too

Will you

Accompany me once more, my

Whipporwhill, to the shore?

Once

I saw a Bee Wandering Among Flowers

And now it is winter and the clovers

Are stilled—

And a silence settles on all the land—

Frost—

Bees are Funny, you know—sometimes

They weep for dying in autumn,

Sometimes they weep for Grace of a

Great towering Sunflower, crying like

The rain;

Sometimes, they kiss you

But Hardly e’er sting!

But I will sing Of teacups, and I will sing

Of kitchen things, crackers, potatoes, salt,

And I will sing of blankets and sore throats and

Dislocated knees and cavities and anxiety pills.

“Saturn’s Rings” or “Dreaming”.

Take me to where the moon glistens

As a young girl,

To Where the Hen is Nesting and

Sleepy-eyed fluffly chicks in the January

Cold.

Go to some shoebox intricately

Decorated and filled with secrets

Hidden under a child’s Bed.

Take me to where Saturn shades

Her wings gentle as doves, neath rings of

Dust and fire.

Take me on, bright star, to where Gentle

 Uriel or Osiris broods in vigil

Over the darkness all around.

Take me to where the stream ends,

Let’s trace our origins all the

Way up to the cemetery where the

Underground caverns spring

Forth that strange cold water.

Take me you blackbird, laughing

In the fearlessness of sky,

Take me into the honeycombs of

Intricate sweetness, take me fierce,

Take me wild,

Take me blind, begging---

With you---bright star---

Dreaming,

Just don’t let my feet rise

Above the earth—for I would be

Loth to leave my humble cottage for space-

Time, so divinely cold.  Instead,

Tell me, then, a story….

//Life Rolls on, although

I grow lost among dreams.

It is my fate to be caught between

A miracle and a dream.

--a mirror-world as dream

--it is not real.

A mirror-world—a mirror

--world—

-in-

-my-

-mind-

/////