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A Poem A Day #360: Live Long and Prosper
My Poem “Bells”
As the church bells ring out on a bright and beautiful Sunday morning the resounding music is so captivating that I always find myself stopping and just listening to the voice that has for me always been enchanting, and which for me has always heralded, reminded, and symbolized the gloriousness of the divine. The sound of bells playing in synchronicity that echoes from the bell-free of a church in the countryside or within the cathedral of a city is something that is unmistakably a thing of beauty... the ringing of bells by the pull, the release, and the capture of a rope, or by the timely movement of someone's hand, is a magical and inspiring gift of the soul - like the most meaningful and heartfelt of poetry. When a bell rings, when a bell is played, when a bell sings, when a bell says what it was always cast to say, a resonating spirit and rhythm comes into being - like the heartbeat within a person's chest - and if every heart within everybody, everywhere, all around the world, were to strike in time, and if they could all be heard as one, it would be like hearing the beautiful music of life's eternal bells.
A Poem A Day #359: The Prolific
My Poem “My Muses”
It all started with my first - the one who inspired the first poem I ever wrote; and then, over the years, there have been others whose names now sometimes get stuck in my head as well as in my throat. It has always been hard for me to move on - to resign myself to the fact that my relationship with some things and with some people has now been and is now gone. Whenever I meet someone new I never anticipate ever saying goodbye... whenever I know that it might be the last time that I get to see someone who I love I always feel sad and I always want to cry. If someone has inspired me that means that there is something profoundly special about that person... if I have fallen for someone that means that I made a connection with them than for me can never be undone. If things were once good between someone else and I then that must mean that there must have been something wonderful between us at one time - especially at the beginning... even when some things ultimately go bad that does not mean that everything that happened should make you feel as if you wasted your time - because what you went through was unbelievably memorable and deeply meaningful and inspiring. Even after a heart breaks love lingers on... even after you lose someone the memories that you shared with them continue to mean something to you - sometimes long after you thought them to be lost. Your first is never your last... you can never hide from your past... we all have our own individual version of a story that only we can tell our side of... we all know what we have to sacrifice when we find someone who we instantly love. I have loved... I have lost... I have been inspired... I have felt fulfilled... I have felt the pain of lies... I have felt the most powerful force known to man - love - in times of utter darkness that has given me hope, happiness, and light - and it is to those people who inspired me, once upon a time, that I wish to pay tribute to: those people who gave me a gift that I will never forget and who to me will always be a muse.
A Poem A Day #358: Sonnet
A Poem A Day #357: The White House
My Poem “The Environment of Nature”
There is no greater aroma than what you inhale when you walk through a forest of trees... there is no more heavenly experience than witnessing and being caught in the energy stream of the morning sunlight at dawn... there is no place like being on a beach while looking out to the horizon as the sun sets below the waves... there is no more invigorating sound than the chorus of bird song that heralds both the beginning and the end of every day... there is no more awe-inspiring sight than seeing planet Earth glow like a pearl as it spins against the darkness of space... there is no more humbling experience than looking down at all the life and the light that thrives and shines below as our world silently turns on its axis and is orbited by its own celestial offspring, The Moon... there is no more ethereal wonder to witness than the beautiful rippling energy strands of the auroras of both the Northern and Southern hemispheres created when the sun physically reaches out touches the thin translucent veil of our world's atmosphere... there is no more perfect moment than looking up at the stars from the ground, seeing the constellations, seeing other planets within our solar system, and realizing that everything and everyone in the universe is connected... there is so much more to life on Earth and in the cosmos that we have yet to discover... there is so much more to a place and a time than can ever be captured or ever truly imagined... there is so much more that humanity can achieve together if only they were able to put aside their differences and talk to each other... there is so much to be found when you start wandering and wondering about the greatest gift in existence: the magical oasis of life that is the environment of nature.
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