poems – Page 12 – June Kaplan

the witness
Byjucasso
peace to you I love you sweet old soul
that tolls my heart from head to toe
screams a musty woe
the wanton heart deep in grief the disbelief
critical hysteria ridiculous child at your feet-pronounce the grounds
astound the lens
those cornflower blue eyes
wince since when
from
the angels pathological past fascinations a
world evolving ego sobs in mist-
grabs as big as bliss through
sand and silt so much I miss the milk
of human kindness all but spilt
marble eyed warblers fly in threes
appreciate the hours spent in trees-
as gentle as a summer breeze
to fall down to my knees
as need so desperately receives
in ancient pain I think of you free
and easy in the day
in other ways
a holiday to wake in waves
blue grasses green reeds yellow leaves will not grieve
wake me from this dream perceive
the witness waits for God it seems.
our planet
Byjucasso
the Lady Herself the wisdom of
the wise, good fortune resounds
the bliss restored by order of an all inclusive sons and daughters who
bear witness to souls
without the torture what have we?
our world
has much to learn as everybody knows
to be led around by the nose to break free creates anarchy in the
minds and hearts most feeling of your children
to be in a solar system so wounded by despair always
forever grateful a loving gentle Earth beaten battered broken hearted
torn away the dearly departed your consciousness overwhelms me this
day of contextual recognition
We hold God in highest esteem
and love you as honorable and we
hold on to the shirt tails of your
understanding with allowing love
and sweetest regard for you in the disclosing of the most agreeable
concern and love for our planet.
Amen.
Heavenly Kindness
Byjucasso
like a body of water the people’s of the Earth are a Heavenly body in
the dormant heart-do not scatter the refuse of a love so worn torn
aborted throughout history born and bred for our daily bread is spent
for every soul dead inside the belly of the Beast-I am alive to hear
the pounding hoof beats in freedom the light with sweet voice the
angels choice calling her to imagine that yours and mine
for wisdom in our children in all of us our care the deeply sincerest
necessity of all a combined union under a melting heart Mother Mary
may you laugh and sparkle with your Son under the love and warming sun
in a time of love for all the good neighbors of the Earth thank you
God bless you in happiness and joy that we may someday be blessed to
see the 2nd coming of your brave new world in kindness rekindled in
your divinity the love of Father Son And The Holy Spirit in the
prayers and wishes dreams and hopes for our world in forgiveness and
most kindness for our loving hearts and souls.
Amen.
the very pebbles
Byjucasso
a long way down he riseth up to shake
the very pebbles off the trees as hourly
rage the scourge of outrageous calamity into carnivorous solitude
as others wash their torrent tributes
to tell the little birds that twitter on leftover twigs the winter of
our paradise each splintered hope, the dream and picture promises a
promise land to keel the corrupt
exception to the rule of a world departed so sigh the guise in the
minds eye of the sky enchanted- your homeless brood
to seek the need of smoke as fire burns bright in the hopes and
hideouts in the thought of merriment
a crescent moon crying soul that
June withstands that which is withheld-
an aptitude for minuscule lapels the labels
on little yellow jackets buzzed and
stinging-
here me oh Lord let bringing
core climate to those who have gone before and of that most great the living-
we be heard of this before in
reflections of a mirror
no strokes the water spokes on
wheels to turn in rivers wake the
bush may burn for better wishes
do help me God so help us Sire-
I am not a liar
for Heavens sake
I am just under a sacred trust
to win the wars of togetherness
in solitary-confines the our-a picture
dangling words as carrots in a
portion of pleas plague a peace
inside the heart of need
happily sent and I am for the better of it if it is to be present a presence
to forgive an emptiness of powers
in the temple you are the simple
rain shower over the plain and
though thine would take the
pain from honest working men women children animals
in learning to let go the infamous
snow that kept cool timid prayer
for summers filled with care
may You love us
without despair
in heartfelt happiness
Your original love
to heal everything under the sun.
Amen.
in a manger
Byjucasso
it so happens to be
the incline of eternity
a rose garden no stranger
planted hydrangeas
fish swim free likened
to ponds of birds the swallow
hurt in hollow words
the evergreen shadow
over earth the magic fan
that shades her name
as wind and rain
upon the plain of evermore
I ask for sunshine cool in weather
fortuitous waters sweep
in fountains parks and green
the milestones of peeps
where after all she takes the call
that answers something deep and all
the revenue that rage fell through
was never intended to upset you
as ever was a fairy dust
to move a mountain or two because
I love you more becomes the day
and kneel beside your heart today
to ask forgiveness for my thoughts
that faults deliverance in wilderness remorse
so wild keen the smiling of
a dawn to deem her rising sun
the where of been
with no regret to give up yet
I ask you with so much love respect
to think of me with no upset
the magic never left your side
I dream a dream
grateful for your kindness
thankful for your wonder
lightning and thunder
found in a manger
in my mind.
caught
Byjucasso
summers heading into falls berries brought to bear in thistles,
inclusive care the ones gratified and grappled with excelsior, the
burning bush push/pulls away the secrets of a lifetime overlapping
streaming waters, gleaning portals insightful to see others formidable
forcing the lock open so much water so much depth
to win ones sorrow on the overlook to shut the decent moon at nights
most elegant ledge a friend to all that pledge their little lives
to each the waters edge and seek asylum in the cycle
sent-hurt not the ministry you might randomly
rent for you maybe an experiment of those immortal men-don’t let me
down if you cannot exclude the pain then try to reason with it and
apply yourself again-my friend-good hours upon the blend of good work
great music in harmony will serve not abuse it-to let us go is no
choice but badly bruised battered faculty-we shall hope for a better
reality and praise and question with ones own capacity
caught in the augmented chords of bliss and harmony
a gentle morality in the mindful
frailty of flowers bloom a passive
worry May is in a hurry to give us June in all her energy to rise fair
youth to tell the truth of a God in crying for help felt every
heartbeat for forgiveness for His thrown the way of kings the bay if
pigs the love of home the love of Christ some castaways in lieu of you
to feed with spoon cling silver colored gold handcuffs to hold you
back from love some distance great that keeps us still to appreciate
the highest in a rather precarious position in the greatness of the
witness is the goal, sick and tired to be left out in the cold the
people are expendable the means does not support the end we can
pretend all is well and right in the world but ah me we seem to suffer
the arms and bullets of misfortune to take a seldom peace a harm out
of harmony, alarmed at lack of ease until forgiveness and the
gratitude of men begin the end of bitterness to blend a woman’s tears
to the abundance great need and great loss I bid you be well in the
aftermath of to hope for the end to such holocaust and thank parental
feeling to last a lifetime long to ask The Lord for equal gifts for
everyone pie in the sky? then I ask for peace and no more deaths to
die-and forgive this scribe who looks to the Gods to reduce our pain
so help us God…
Amen.
immediately
Byjucasso
it is a matter of your time that mends to memory the sinews of your
mind softly spoken messages that meld in the pell-mell
protective heart a woman undressed in the dark before a man and
kindness is at hand and
is no crime for the botanist to depart
for deepest heart beneath the floral hanging of your leaving in the
evening some hidden response the worst is won the demon gone in the
moon lit month of June she is no fun but tough the ordinary to
sublimity makes her, baby blue a need for a trip to the carribean
immediately some
surreal sea sunset a summer sweet
celibate sacrifice sends your memory to the Gods to label the day
beautiful a calligraphers tile her smile
in my file handing over the keys
to unbolt your afterglow that spares the broken speak of speech-rejoice
regards your our hearts in liberty.
regardful of the past
Byjucasso
you were a million little girls
they dressed you up in cuffs and ribbons
an Arbor Day celebration
offered in a dilapidated treehouse
insightful sleek musician
regardful of the past
responsible decision
as marked by years of wisdom
consider all the witness
in the fitness of an hourglass
surely purely cure the vow
do not kill a baby chick
never eat a cow
cook the root vegetables
stewed fresh fruit in jars
mango is delectable
as is the sweetest peach
remote-all your prayer and preach
and if you need a meat
beans are firm and sweet
good hearts good hearts regards
I love you
for the older days
and happy is
a most unusual bond
first
important step
as romaine is a God
I’ll have you know
that the cigarette
is no more air to charm
for we are all one God
to find ones self most fond.
such good luck
Byjucasso
unto my heart as semblance be
a soul my twin in age of three
my kindred spirit as often do
became the bravest one I knew
in the reign of mortal men
I look to you with sadness then
as history made us friends
you are Portia I am Puck
with love ever present
such good luck
our fortune more than wealth&fame
believing in you sweet rose again
and having tried to turn the tide
with you love you by my side
I scream and cry
tell of ancient pain
yet one thing true
so proud of you
tell me not I never cared
to listen to your heartfelt prayer
for I am an unmannered claim
of broken trust and stricken strain
and if you be but merry
when else you can rely
in my heart I carry you
in gratitude and pride.
follower to lead
Byjucasso
how can it seem
echoed streets are safely hidden
that caroling is for the living
the ice deer have melted all our hope
dear
in a child of God who cannot cope
here
for loom of dope the vapors of the fume
hath your ramped eyes
the colder still
as if the oxen tongue of love were wooing, and I had lost my humble guenevere
at last of all the market places lit
there isn’t but a Shelley/Keats to writ
where normally the matinee were
moving
I haven’t been a follower to lead
and if I ever see you drawing
windows
building them in boxes tall and square
there in taking naps to feel your healing
with my horizontal lines linear
as if to say she knows no answer
as if to say she thinks of me quite well
the fish with side of slaw goes well with Pinot Grigio
the girl is of a pearl inside her shell.