Hopeless Dreamer

 

Among such Fantasy Within!

 

 

Challenge-dared wild spirit-satiated oft have Humble-I

Come! Ride me winged-Unicorn traverse cerulean sky

 

Slide on me fantasy rainbow palette myriad hinted-hues

Secure life-gold Happy-find of space I a-purpose choose

 

Ebb through flow chaos-flitter pattern-intricate delicate butterfly

Beauty of a whisper-wind ore garden-fragrant delight flutter-by

 

Tethered present to this ole world in time-space forced I reside

Volunteer escape to ’morrow-land freedom-mind ’ere I decide

 

Heed not focused attention to fear-faux admonition fiat call

Envelope-expand like a regal palette-mantle seasonal-fall

 

Join spirit-love on mesa-plateau high mount summit snow

Sweet savor-touch kindred freedom-wild true love can know

 

Embrace deep soul envelop comfort-warm untamed Pacific-blue

Kiss-soft horizon-sweet sunset lovely-adorned halo-golden true

 

Within pure “Now” tingle-memory pines past-experienced directions

Hope! Future-glow expected-sought inspired repeated-introspections

 

Life’s verse text-poignant bold black on white inference designs

Subtle-amour's delight-found if fathom read between the lines

 

Reality defines what’s real, what’s not, what “ought” should quite easy be

Reflected mirror-image face, white soul, wild spirit truly completely free

 

Who? I?  What? True?  When? Time?  Where? Space?  How?  Just-Do?

Why? Perplexion-inflection purpose-intent contemplated decision “You!”

 

That I could choose should decide would reap the “bounty” wild-sowed

These many decades did I invest to learn---I’m still a rebel-rascal-rogue

 

Yon “Dreamer” free to satiate spirit-soul among “Fantasy” un-forlorn

Mystical in Magical of Rainbows! Butterflies! Hoped-winged Unicorns!

 

So? In some end pronounce a Truth! Simply: Amen!

And---In me end…Judge Simple Truth! Amen! Again

 



Sunday!

 

Day of Rest

 

 

 

...And, He rested on the seventh day.

 

Good advice! So shall humble I abide.

Amen!



When in the events of human course...

"Pun" Intended

 

A "play" on  words from the text of

The U. S. Declaration of Independence.

 

Such bold  claim of holy "Liberty" which is

the very foundation of sacred  "Freedom" !

 

These "Independent Individuals" were the

heroic "collective" fathers of a great experiment.

Thus far, their progeny have not embarrassed them.

 

Long live the United States of America!

 

Faith! Family! Freedom!

 

God bless!

 

Amen!

 

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Congratulations! "Life's" Lottery Winner!

 

$86,400/day! Lifetime!

 

 

The state announced a new lottery game:

You are the Winner!

(And, you don’t even have to buy a ticket!)

 

Wow! At the stroke of midnight, each day, 86,400 will be

deposited into your bank account to use at your discretion!

But---

Any assets left in the account that have NOT been utilized

will be forfeit as the new sum is credited to your fund;

the overage disappears---lost…forever!

 

Too good to be true!? Not really! Not at all!

You have Already---Won! Carpe diem!

 

When a prospective customer balks at the cost of a

salesman’s offering, the professional smiles and says,

“Thnk of it as an investment in an education as obtaining

this widget will increase your revenue profit-center; if

you think education is expensive, try ignorance!”

 

And,

 

Time and space are equal to everyone;

Think! Consider! Contemplate!

As ye “spend” thou Treasure!

 

So? How does this windfall accrue to thee?

Simple! It already has!

 

Each day contains 86,400 seconds credited to your

Life-account! Until death, that time is your own!

 

If you gave thought to spending $86,400 every day, consider

very carefully your expenditure of that same amount in time!

You have already been doing, precisely, just that---each day!

 

So---Careful what you wish for; you might just get it!

 

Pray! For wisdom! In investing your replenished fortune!

 

I wish thee Peace! Mon Amie!

Amen!



And---In the End...

 

Why?

 

 

In the end? What matters?

 

If---Nothing…

Then, the Hedonists have won the evil game, hands down.

Immediate gratification, selfish intent, pleasurable purpose.

Indeed! Such conclusion would portend a most pernicious Master!

Dead-ego salved with self-indulgence, empty-reward, faux-celebrity.

No hits! No runs! No errors! Just: time lost; space vacant. Waste!

That elusive Why? Of life-enigma then---just…”Black-hole” eternal Loss!

 

Not a trace I might a-purpose traverse. No! Thank you!

Amen!

 

If---Eternity…

Then, Salvation Reward!

Simple self-satisfaction through sacrifice awarding sterling character of:

Quality!

A rare commodity in modern world political un-obfuscated debauchery.

Soften frigid eyes to humble “see” angelic-aura surround of Good result to:

Honest! Humble! Humor!

Challenge: Dare claim value in the saints among thee;

emulate sacred virtue as ye join celestial angel-band!

Live! Love! Laugh!

 

And,

In thy end, find worthy meaning in myriad holy trinity:

Faith-held thoughts,

Hope-kindness words,

Charity honor-practiced deeds.

 

Perhaps, such simple Truth be judgment-found

In gathered lifelong bless-ed Humble-bound!

Indeed!

 

“Surely, as ye do it unto the least among us, so thou does it unto Me!”

 

Faith! Family! Freedom!

Amen!

 



Treasure-measure!

 

Value---Measured; Virtue---Treasured!

 

 

What worth be I in value measured? “Good for”?

What result be I in virtue treasured? “Love of”?

 

Perhaps, simply within such result to parity with effort!

 

Like:

Love! Life! Ambition! Courage! Honesty! Humor! Humble!

Laughter! Empathy! Pure! Contrite! Forgiving! Understanding!

Faith! Hope! Charity! Family! Friends! Freedom! Honor! Glory!

Praise! Simple! Appreciation! Integrity! Sacred! Holy! Adventure!

Value! Virtue! Good!

 

Worthwhile treasured possessions! Pleasured practice!

Valued intention! Sacred purpose! Holy conclusion!

 

And, when the count be tallied, Pray humble I:

 

The sacred vow performed is Good! to one another

Our very best bestowed is Love! toward each other

 

Live! Love! Laugh! Focus contemplate!

Not any obfuscated future be ever late!

 

Faith! Family! Freedom! Might just be all there really---Is!

In one eternal instant the only mercy-blessing will be…His!

 

I wish thee Peace! I pray thee Love!

 

Bon chance! Mon Amie! J’amour vous!

Amen!

 

 

 



"L-M-N-O-P"! Really!?

 

“Humble!?”---Importance?

(a contemplated dither)

 

She sighed, exasperated at his irritating manner of constant self-deprecation.

Yes! Of course, unquestioningly, his wife of half a century loved him true,

and, save that particular annoyance, the man adored her as a saintly-angel.

 

Still, he had convinced the grandchildren that he could not manage to conquer

successfully even the rudimentary challenge of counting correctly to number “10”

without ignorant mistake, to wit: 1, 7, 4, L-M-N-O-P, 2, 10! That final “correct”

digit-celebration exclaimed in near-shouted exuberant excitement. His loving

urchin fans frustrated and generously pathetic toward the poor old soul’s obviously

apparent lack of education, erudite experience or even simple rote memory practice.

 

He, to be sure, delighted in his little “private” joke;

his better half did not appreciate the juvenile humor

nearly as much; in fact, the routine was getting old!

 

And, his “a, b, l’s!” Oh! Even the kids saw through that one.

 

But, each had a healthy dose of their Nanny’s patient love for Bapa;

so, they tolerated his attempt at immature Humor, for his sake!

 

Finally---

 

One day, as the couple sat holding hands, sharing a silent love-moment,

Bapa broke the reverie with “If you have seeds to plant and want a good result,

sow them between August 15 and September 20 because that is when Mother

Nature does her planting. Two or three nice rains will come during that period.”

 

Now, Nanny had heard that admonition myriad times over the decades, but,

not one to miss an opportunity, she began by way of complimentary offering,

“Yes! Bapa! That is such very good, and, accurate, advice…” deftly advancing

to a Segway of subtle annoyance correction of his constant self-deprecation with

a hurried addendum of “…but, why must you always put yourself down?”

 

His blue eyes flashed, not in anger, but, rather, of quick-wit as the old man smiled.

 

“Now, Nanny!” He began, gently patting her hand, laughter already tinging his words,

“You know I am a humble man.” She nodded---waiting…

“But, what good is being humbl,,, if nobody notices!?

 

Amen!

 



Happiness! Lived

 

Tinker’s folly!?

(Santa Claus!? Really!?)

 

 

I wonder true:

 

Can itinerant vacant tinker’s folly ’ere dare amount to worthwhile much?

Innocent fantasy dreams or faux obfuscated schemes determine value such?

 

Yet, wander I, askew:

 

Inhale sweet breath of Tennessee hills in valley fog fine morn

Savor summit-high to Pacific-blue sunset-golden crown forlorn

 

And, dare challenge life for all I knew:

 

Tender-touch of Innocence upon grizzled cheek the child’s eyelash oh! butterfly-kiss

Spin yarns, tell tales combined truth-fabricated imagined time and space, don’t miss

 

Go to that “secret” place of unicorns, rainbows and flutter-by colorful hues

Or succumb to mundane chase of silver-gold endeavor void; refuse to choose

 

Be rather in drafty deer stand ten degree dawn hinted orange orb to greet

Savor event-adventure absent wild vacant wraithlike buck to chance-meet

 

Contemplate Einstein theory “relative” or “fractal geometry” of Mandelbrot

Speculate purported ethnic blood-lineage of German-Irish, or maybe even Scot

 

Love’s vibrant subdued cacophonous syncopated harmony desired emotion

Word-pledged bond come whatever may circum-scurrilous deepest devotion

 

Simply, best “Happy”-image to view:

 

Anachronistic trek through 50’s-space upon the two-lane Natchez Trace

Or, just always, me seven jewels heart-held shining sacred perfect face

 

In the “all” of that, and more, a personal clue:

 

’Tis better give than to receive” might cause a holy sacred pause

’Tis humble-simple: Just confess-practice dear ole “Santa Claus”!

 

A most easy destination! Believe and say:

Today! And, every Bless-ed gifted day!

 

Amen!

 



Sunday!

 

Sunday!

 

 

Glorious rain!

 

What an incredibly beautiful day!

 

Give "Thanks!" and Enjoy! Completely!

 

Love God! His gifts! Life! Be satiated!

 

Amen!

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Thank you!

 

 



God's Perfect Game (Man's honor! To play)

 

Baseball!

 

God’s game invented from His fantasy of image-Love pure

Diamond-perfect, chiseled rules, absolute fairness sure

 

Green emerald under sky-cerulean clouds stark-white

Red, white, blue unfurled waves most patriotic sight

 

Roster players, batting order, starting pitcher, strategy plans

Replete with cheering myriad fans overflowing stadium stands

 

Fair lines chalked, white bases staked, home plate brushed, umpires assigned

Manager, coaches, bat boy, too, the game complete designed, refined, resigned

 

All such conception only to prepare “First pitch” for this “game’s” inception

Each contest image by His purpose reflects one human life in introspection

 

“Let life’s game begin!” In earnest-sacred if ye muster courage dare

Challenge-play within contest rules; keep the ball in play---Fair!

 

Plot and plan and play-the-game, swing for the fences, tingle

Get on base for fun, hit by a pitch, a walk or even just a single

 

Develop love for baseball time-space into a lifelong passion-pleasure

Intuitive-sense nuance-subtle life-game comparison fashion-treasure

 

Create a move to make these simple events grand adventure compulsion

Learn like a school-child open-minded; authority respect; avoid expulsion

 

Entertain all spectators with talent-filled expended love-energy

Experience ebb and flow of gifted life’s awesome wondrous synergy

 

Excitement! Tied game! Bottom of 9^th! Runner on 3^rd! A bunt! The old “Suicide squeeze”!

A swirling cloud of dust at home! Umpire’s “Safe!” or “Out!” sure to distress or Please!

 

Within His infinite wisdom-love born simple-comfort baseball game

Life be a microcosm experiment of excitement conflagration flame

 

Through His will bestowed humble I enough time to life-play in space

When simple I have come and been and gone along consign me ashes

to His sacred baseball diamond humble life-place

Amen!

 

One final thought: Whether hits or runs or errors---Please!...

“Play ball!”



A Sure Bet!

 

“All-in!”

 

 

For “Tradition”-love be humble I “All-in”!

 

Kissed sweet the Bitter Root up ole Montana-way

Danced cloud-torn raindrops out Pike’s Peak play

 

Savor comfort of “the day” far off past

Yet, in me heart true-Love necessary-last

 

And, I appeared and live and someday absent this world

Loved sun and moon and ocean tide and blizzard swirled

 

What then? Of man when time elapsed and space run out?

Exuberant of treasure-pleasure adventure spirit freely shout

 

Perhaps perceived a childlike fool or never given thought

Myriad lessons learned attention paid; maybe a few I taught

 

No matter, now, or even, then, what others think of me

“Happy!” In life-event offer wide smile-pleasure for thee

 

Within me mind and tender heart hold secret trove-treasure

Not silver-gold to count; just simple “Love!” true-measure

 

Oft kiss me sweet of body, mind and freely spirit-soul

Reciprocate tenfold shall I from “Love’s” sugar bowl

 

For “Love” I give and receive returned eternal-way

Invested nearly seven decades and still dare I to play

 

Shake pretty head in pity for such old fool who never did grow up

I’ll greet new dawn, enjoy yon thunderstorm, be on-time for sup

 

Should a ’morrow bless another chance adventure spirit-wild

Traverse I from here to somewhere bearing me innocent smile

 

“Welcome!” To ride on me train and join with I in “Candy”-snack

But---“Beware!” If choose ‘Remain’, keep off me fun life-track

 

Lose all thrills for fear and worry might commit one greatest sin

Takes arrogant courage to stare pure bluff with call-cool---“All-in!”

 

Amen!