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Monthly Archives: October 2017

The Promise

24 Tuesday Oct 2017

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starsI say puny prayers,
Not quite half-hearted,
Or half-baked
Supplications,
But unfocused,
Weak,
wanting,
Though I don’t know what.

Zest, Zeal, a major lack.

Where in the liturgical vocabulary
Is the rank order of asking, receiving,
Thanking,
Defined.

Should I be
Begging,
Scourging,
Suffering,

Or merely letting the pain in my patellas
Suffice.

Knowing He despises
Ingratiation
As a slap in His nonexistent face,
I stay away from smarmy platitudes 

Wondering what is left.
My saintliness, feeble as an attempt at
Godliness, is a joke,
A stand-up’s misstep,
A fall off the stage
Into the seven-circled
Orchestra pit.

Recovering,
I hear, a Voice,
Not like kettle drums,
But reeds,
Comfort me.

“That’s okay, My Child,”
It soothes.
“Heaven’s just a rainbow ride away.”

Charlene James
Amissville, Virginia
October, 2017

A Family Christmas

23 Monday Oct 2017

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He kissed me under the
Mistletoe.
Not a great one, considering
His reputation as an earthy cowboy,
But then again, he was old-fashioned
And my family was looking on.

A room full of trees, and trains, bows,
And colored balls, lights flickering in time with
Noel after Noel.

Then the snow began, predicted to fall gently
on our quaint little
Storybook town,
It slammed us,
blizzard-like,
In danger of caving in the roof.

Pelting buildings,
Overturning cars,
Breaking shovels, the old-fashion forged-steel kind.
Plastic didn’t have a chance.
Storm after storm,
Days passed.

No contact with the world we knew.
Only a holiday barely lived with the
Help of a generator.

Melting of snow to water,
Keeps us alive.

Food runs short, emergency supplies
In jeopardy.
The realization strikes.
Not equipped for this
Even with survival books and gear.

This might have been our last kiss,
Last carol, last ribboned gifts.

All of us, a Family,
In a cabined blizzard.
We will die.

Our final prayers go up,
Simplest of requests.
“Make our last the best.”

The youngest, a boy, little one,
Says the “Amen.”

Then, without fanfare
the door springs open.
Rays of sun peel off
The crystalline hoar.

A voice, a hero’s timbre,
“Everyone okay in here?
Quite a storm, hey, even
For up North.”

Astonished,
tears of joy in our throats
We brewed the coffee,
Sliced the hard, crossed-bun,
smiled the sunshine in,

And kissed, again, under the mistletoe.

Charlene James-Duguid
Amissville, Virginia
December, 2017

After They Died

23 Monday Oct 2017

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IMG_1366.JPGHaphazard,
They fell out of being
Tied up.
Shrunk by a house’s heat,
Furnaced to prepare
The season’s change.

Impossible to plan,
Improbable to imagine
Without a schematic of the Universe,
Unable to think, to change or readjust
To Fate’s time line.
They could have cried out.

“Passing Stranger, help us.
Capture dew and slake our thirst.
Extend our moments in your world.
We will sing fairy tales of wonderland.
Not paeans of times gone by.”

But, no, Tomorrow’s face
Never smiled their way.
Over, life dried up, blown away,
Each petal
Crackled.
Death came and stayed.

Charlene James
Amissville, Virginia
October, 2017

13

11 Wednesday Oct 2017

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Sign with number 13 in friday nightDeny Friday 13
It’s power, snub your nose, stamp foot,
Make it crash aloft.

Prove you’re bigger, Great.
Untrampled by numbers
On a monthly page.

Refute each classic
Myth looming larger than real life.
Gods can’t get it right.

You retain the truth
You, not they, make glory days
Like this by yourself.

Call it magic or will,
Ratchet up destiny, capture
Immortality.

Charlene James
Amissville, Virginia

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Birthday Roses

10 Tuesday Oct 2017

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Like Nothing Else

10 Tuesday Oct 2017

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rain

Like nothing else,
The sound creates
Notes and clefs without a pause.
Each onto itself a Symphony.

Purposed by God
For all the reasons
Humans will never know, He
Dressed feelings in finer cloth.

He wakes the calm
With taps, and raps
That live a decibel past where
Wonder dare not roam.

A Gift, prepared with care,
Delivered in surprise
The jump of joy
Each  droplet makes.

Ah, marvel of true,
Peace-filled energy
Stunning in simplicity,
A Miracle of deftness.

Past the barrier of logic,
I burrow in for a Magic Morn
With
The Gentle Rain

Charlene James
Amissville, Virginia 

75th Birthday

04 Wednesday Oct 2017

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Come here the music play…

Scary Clowns Appear

01 Sunday Oct 2017

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Scary clowns appear
Fill dreams fast with horror, then
Morning dove saves day.

Whole World has bad dreams
Sits there with egg on Its face
Decides on breakfast.

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