Sunday, May 31, 2020

Wish I-may! Wish I-might!...



I-wish… (a-song)

 

Thee knew-me when I- be-young and sweet a-fore I found-bad

Me tender-kiss on thy soft-lips to sail a Love-bliss celestial-glad

 

I might halt such eternal-evil searching---for-what?...was already-found

Me-astride silver-winged Unicorn with thee to-soar yon-cosmos un-bound

 

To take the world’s rose-petals fragrant sweet-kiss Love for-all to-send

Me brother-sister each in me tender-heart on yonder soft Whisper-Wind

 

To-awake in smile-embrace of the promise-day hinted pink-blush dawn
Frolic-foal on meadow emerald-green; whitetail-doe mother-with-fawn
 
Cherish-tender some-then to hug this-now in sacred-Hope come any-’marrow
That I might have easy-bestowed so-much-more than ever me-might borrow
 
Me mind-blackboard be wider to-accommodate calculus-math equations
Sunshine on little-girls and boys to cherish sacred warm-Love persuasions
 
An alabaster-pale full-moon bathed horse-drawn carriage suborning-Love within
Allow the rise-of-sun a-light thy messy-hair to yawn-away delight absent any-sin
 
I had-pleasure held thy-hand a-fore John-Law estranged-youth posting a-reward
I be-born a century a-fore the quick-gun in yon civil-era of a parry/thrust-sword
 
I had-eaten a-ton-more ice-cream cool-’n-sweet the-treat myriad-the-time since
Climbed more-snow summits! Played in white-surf! Kissed-thee---ever…hence!
 
Cherished-True tender-holding thy soft-hand to vision-look into eyes-crystal, I-did
Been ole Santa Claus to-fly the-world on yon holy-Eve “Merry Christmas!” to-bid
 
Capture-elusive Lightning-in-a-bottle to loose-it concluding a thunderstorm-Wild!
Count Rainbow-hues! Unicorn-views! Flutter-by twos! Touch-heaven smiled!
 
Had all the-Love I-offer eternal-replenished for even-more to “give”-away, I-do
To Fantasy-hold at-whim the-acquaintances myriad-encountered friends I-knew
 
Patted-soft more dog-pets! Petted feline-cats! Rode the-ponies often---and…Fast!
Learned “early-on” it seems to cherish sacred-now to easy-forget Lament-any-past!
 
And---Perchance?...To-do it all just one more-round? “The-same! Exact!” I-vow!
Maybe?---Spread more-Love! Forgive! Laugh!...Plant just one-more tree!? Wow!
 
The-Life! –Love! –Laughter! -Faith! -Family! -Freedom! -Peace! -Liberty! -All!
“Fear-not & Follow-Me!”---His Holy-Word!...Humble-dare! Answer the-call!
 
Thank Thee!” Each who added so-much to-Life in every special sparkle-way
A-Hedonist! Rebel! Rascal! Rogue! Rapscallion!---Uh! Huh!...I-do surely-play!
Amen!

Saturday, May 30, 2020

My Whisper-wind!



“…And---The ‘Whisper-wind’!...”

 

Summer-heat waved the distance far-off in the horizon-haze.

In a filigree-shade of the ancient silver maple-tree ravaged by

a cacophonous-chatter raised by a pair of grey-squirrels, I tried

to ignore the heavy-humidity assaulting every living-creature.

Losing the-battle to intense-annoyance, I decided to---Smile!

On-cue from my change-of-heart toward the-reality of time-and-

space, a-cooling “Whisper-wind” dried perspiration offering a-

respite from the seasonal inconvenience sending a color-hue

design “flutter-by” my-way to insure my fantasy-survival. Amen!
 
And---
 
 
Book-offerings & blog-info.:
 
 
Faith! Family! Freedom! This sacred-trinity defines the paradigm
of my writing-offerings. I perceive a surreptitious (quickly becoming
“blatant”) assault on these Traditional American-values. My intent
is to counter such evil with a message of Christian-generosity Love!
 
These books (12) and my blog-posts (totaling 1920 & counting) extol
an example of Live! Love! Laugh! in a modern-world lacking civility.
 
Please! Enjoy!
 
 
Creed of the Mountain-man: An 1870’s mountain-man tale.
 
Christmas Treasures: 3-Christmas-Eve celebrations.
 
Station-Master: A collection of short-stories.
 
…And Justice for all: An American-sniper vengeance-tale.
 
Horizon-Dawn: Case-study of 2-men separated by 150-years.
 
Syncopated-cadence (poetry): General poetry.
 
Christmas Always (poetry): Holiday-poems.
 
Golden Anniversary: A celebration of 50-years of Love!
 
Cookie-Jar Sweet-memories (Book I, II,III & IV):
365-days of vignettes in our family-time.
 
Coming soon:
 
Spanky & Jamie McGhee: A Viet Nam-era tale.
Ambiance: A Maeystown fireside-reader.
Rondo Slade: Western-drama.
Random-Thoughts: (“Inspiration!?”)
 
Books are available on-line as e-books & or in paperback:
 
visit: Amazon books; search: Carl Schuler
 
 
 

Friday, May 29, 2020

Mountain-storm!



Mountain-“Storm”!
 
I had “smelled” the coming mountain thunderstorm at mid-morn.
The wild-mustang leader sensed the-change, also; he was nervous.
Always on-edge, extremely-alert, he seemed “jumpy”, more-so than
usual. I-spied on the herd from atop a location a half-mile from the
water-hole El Diablo, my nickname for the wild-stallion because of
his acumen for discerning-trouble and his ferocious-temper, led his
accommodating mustang-harem for a water-respite each evening.
 
Being careful to remain downwind, as much as possible while
constantly trying to out-wit the swirling-winds prevalent near a
mostly-barren tree-line summit still cold with winter snow relentlessly
fighting the warming coming-of-spring thaw all-the-while being
careful to-keep my-profile obscured by any scrub-evergreen further
up the-mountain so that “The-Devil” did not catch me in-profile
against a darkening cerulean-sky patchwork white with fluffy-clouds.
 
Should my-nemesis snatch a slight-odor from my putrid-body in the
uncertain wind-swirls, no-alarm bells would assault his acute-senses;
I had not bathed in a-month! Whew! I smelled “rank”, even to-myself!
 
Sunset was about to make its daily-appearance within an-hour; the high-
mountain daylight was fast-fading. With-“Luck”, the stallion might
cache his harem-herd in the boulder-strewn tiny-valley among the
copse of fir and pine and spruce trees for the-night to weather the
coming early-spring storm onslaught. Natural-protection afforded a
harbor from the-disturbance, also keeping his mares close-by. I-wish!
 
The-gods seemed to be with me in my time-of-need; I had been on
the-trail of the smart and elusive El Diablo for several-weeks. Ugh!
Lightning flashed in dark-clouds momentarily before the roll-of-thunder
split the alpine-silence; the-steed tensed, but, did not-flee. A-chance!?
A horizontal-crevice offered-me a comfort-“bed” and harbor from the-storm.
If the-herd bolted, unlikely, now that the first cold immense-drops of icy-rain
Touched my face, I’d hear them though pursuit in the storm would be impossible.
I scurried into the refuge-“hole”, wrapped my slicker close around my shivering-
body, got-comfortable(?) and munched myself to-sleep chewing a hard-biscuit.
 
I-awoke to an icy-world! El Diablo and his harem waited-below.
In another two-weeks I managed to lasso only one of his mares. “Stormy” is a fine-mount!
 
The high-mountain valley-meadows returned to-life with spreading emerald-Green!
 
El Diablo!?---“The-Devil! Waits!...Next-Fall!? We play our delicious-game!...Again!
Amen!

Thursday, May 28, 2020

"Future"-memories!


“Future”-memories!
 
 
That-seductive song-of-life spirits a dance-to-challenge-Love!
Filed-memories sequestered-soft as down-fluff on a white-dove
 
A-daily neighborhood-sojourn mid-morn taking-in the-sights to-see
Filigree-shaded sun-shafts waves-golden in-yonder emerald-canopy
 
Turn the-corner at Bayberry Lane spying Angela on her yard-swing
A friendly-smile! Little-girl giggle! No-want nor care nary anything
 
Her pearly-whites inviting as the sparkle-sun gracing yon cerulean-sky
Blue-jays! Cardinals! Hummingbirds! Butterflies! Hue-color flutter-by
 
Miss-Angie waves her-personality! “Hi! Sunshine!” I-call in-response
Her tiny-world sublime! My-place delicious-each sacred instance-once
 
On to the park to spy some-golfers in festive color-dress a-block away
Respite on-the-bench with ice-cream while I-watch little children-play
 
The-seat is-hard, the treat-cool so-sweet while I-reflect quiet-tenderly
Decades-lived! Piled-high! Each-event! -Adventure! A Love!-specialty
 
Returning-home by-way of Bayberry Lane little-Angie’s swing is-stilled
Its-rope cries tears-sad to-run upon the wooden-seat now sudden-chilled
 
Oh! It’s okay! Yon-swing! Miss-Angela will return upon the promised-’morrow
She’ll come-play and sing and dance and soar-to-heaven to-quell your any-sorrow
 
And---with that Hope!-promise…the play-toy conveyance seemed satiated
A-swing can-wait for yon new-dawn---Old-men!?...Time may-be debilitated
 
My little-ones! Girls and-boy! Grew-up too-soon! To-live! Then, slowly slide-away
They visit! True! And, love-me still---and…always! Absent on some lonely-days
 
But---in these Precious-memories…a tender-heart filled with-Love! Then-&-future!
Photo-tidbits album-filed of Life! & Love! And-Fun! A-Happy time-space secure
 
This-day, too, will pass-to-gone!---a promised-dawn…to-build “Future”-memories!
A-spirit somewhat-“tamed”---yet…still Wild!-of-wish! Love!-celebration securities
 
Alas! My birthday rolls-around! The “kids” all-come with ice-cream and coconut-cake
We celebrate with a-walk by Bayberry Lane and see Little-Angela! For heaven’s-sake!
 
One-more picture-album page to-paste to-add another Love! time-space sacred-place
“Future”-memories! On-yon Whisper-wind! Would-not have-missed this holy-trace!
 
“Future”-memories!---Then! Now! Forever-more!...Amen! & Amen! Amen!


Wednesday, May 27, 2020

"Mea-culpa!"---Huh!?...What's-that-mean!???

"Mea-culpa!"
 
Latin for: "Through-my-fault"! An-admission of my-negligence!
 
The proper-words to-follow "Mea-culpa" would-be "I'm-sorry!"
 
The Bible says "Money is the-root of all-evil!" True-enough!
 
But---The all-to-convenient "Lie"...runs a very-close second.
 
So-easy to be-negligent! Why? So difficult to-admit "fault"!
 
Truth!---seems even more-rare...than any confession. Mea-culpa!
 
So!?---Save the coming-argument?...I'll just confess...My-fault! Sorry!
 
I-find that-conclusion exceptionally---easy...Try-it! For self-Peace!
 
Peace!---or...lack there-of...is as simple as a-contrite "Mea-culpa!"
 
I-pray thee---Kindness! Humbleness! A contrite-heart!...Peace!
 
It's available right-around-the-corner---Just-confess...Mea-culpa!
 
Mea-culpa! Mea-culpa! Mea maxima-culpa!---
Through my-fault! Through my-fault! Through my most-grievous fault!
 
Amen!

Tuesday, May 26, 2020

So---very..."simple"! Always!

Oh! Me-Pretty! "Thank-you!"
 
A glorious summer-day! Beautiful! Perfect! Sunny & warm!
 
Like every-day! Once-one succumbs as an integral-component!
 
Life!---will...go-on! Dawn! Noon! Eve! Night! To: Dawn-light!
 
Life!---is-not dependent...on-you participating! Life---is...a sacred-gift!
 
You are-welcome to-participate or not; it---is...your-choice! Choose!
 
So!?---I'm sitting at the patio-table...enjoying the summer-day Gift!
 
Suddenly---at the blooming mock-orange white-flower...a-Butterfly!
 
Flittering among the-buds; flashes of-hues of a color-palette! Delightful!
 
A Whisper-wind cool-caresses away any intense summer-heat! Umm!

Simple!---as a-flutter-by!...for...Humble-me! Oh! Awesome-wonder!
 
"Thank-Thee! Lord!"---For sacred-life!...for appreciating-Love! Amen!
 
I-choose---to actively-participate...in this precious Gift-of-Life! Daily!
 
I-Love!---Butterflies! Rainbows! Unicorns!...and...Life!- & Love!-Fantasy!
 
Amen!

Monday, May 25, 2020

Let-there be-"Light"! Amen!


Light-in-any-window! Yonder!
 
The good-sisters in Catholic grade- and high-school instilled
many worthwhile truisms in their challenging-wards; one among
them being “The-eyes are the windows to the-soul!” Reckon-so!
 
A-warm glow in the-window when one comes home is a-comfort!
 
Whether that sheltered-inviting golden-glow radiates from a-candle
in the front-window or a spilling-over of fireplace-warmth filling
the-room or simply eternal Family-Love!, the “light” offers-harbor
announcing a  cacophonous-silent “Welcome!”-Home! Child!
 
I-see that saintly “Glow-of-Grace!” often in those I-encounter.
 
Special!-people! Saints! & Angels! Among-us! Yes! Indeed!
 
Filled with Grace-of-the-Holy Spirit they live and exude: Peace!
 
Often, I-wonder: Just-what? Do they know that I do-not!? Hmm!?
 
I find a-strength in these Saints & Angels, myriad among-us!
 
“Light-in-the-window!?” Always-there! Forever-waiting! Amen!
 
A warm-comfort Whisper-Wind! Inviting! Welcoming! Peace!
 
“Thank-you! All!”---I-appreciate…that sacred-Spirit glowing-light!
 
You'll know these Free-Spirits! You'll see Love!-glow in their-eyes!
 
 
You need-not look for-it; they will bless-thee,  naturally! Enjoy!
 
Amen!

Sunday, May 24, 2020

Happy Birthday! Young-Lady! Anna Marie! (Day 2 of 2)


Happy Birthday! Anna Marie!
(MaY 25, 2020 17!-years! Yea!)
 
“One-of-a-kind!”---Our special-Love!...So very-Proud! we-be of-thee
Beautiful! Intelligent! Curious! Loving! Honor!-filled! Anna Marie!
 
If only I-might one-day “see”-life through Anna’s eyes to-borrow?
First-view in-mind would no-doubt be a handsome Argentina-Zorro!
 
A high-school Senior! Wow! Top-of-the-heap! Honor!-student! Wild!
Annie Rie to-ride the-cosmos on a silver-winged Unicorn! Oh!-child!
 
Accolades to-celebrate myriad-accomplishments for one so very-young
When others hum a rhyme-refrain Anna Marie’s new-song is just-begun
 
Fly! Wild! & Free!” Me equestrian-“talent” across yon meadow emerald-green
Soar-high!” the standard-tethered jumps ’ore hill and dale cerulean-sky scene
 
I-know---within thy-fantasy universe-eternal…query-all! enjoy satiated-Peace!
Me-prayer for sacred-Thee---Freedom! of practiced-Liberty!...may never-cease!
 
For you have-been---and-are…and on the pink-blush of-dawn forever shall-be!
Of strong-Body! Curious-Mind! Tender-Heart! Pure-Soul! Wild-Spirit! Free!
 
So tender-young to have accomplished delicious-much embrace more to-do
Saints! & Angels! I have-known tally-another when I-loving count Annie-you!
 
Faith! Family! Freedom! I today-bequeath a sacred-understanding pleasure!
Live! Love! Laugh! Secures holy eternal-Peace! A-celestial treasure-measure!
 
Tender!-Pure! Of gentle-heart! A-life of Christian-generosity exemplar-true
Nature-Green thee fantasy-become as-one like any-Red! Yellow! Silver! Blue!
 
To-comprehend physical-emotion condition is to-be its very-sense quintessence
Sweet-soda taste---a delightful-fizz…if “open-mind” enjoys its simple-essence
 
Eschew! Thee-do! Evil-demons twin step-sisters thieves empty Worry! & Fear!
Damn! Any-torpedoes! Full-speed ahead!” Always-forward in-Hope! Good-cheer!
 
I’ve spent some tally-time trying of simple-humble means to “Pierce-the-veil”!
Secrets-beyond! Me-quest? Might-better have just enjoyed the Caribbean-sailed?
 
Truth!-contemplation! Leading to-understanding! Anna has-supported innocence!
“’Tis better-to-give than to-receive!” Our-shared Happy!-Grace! Benevolence!
 
You Go-Girl! You-Rock! Love-you-girl!, Nanny & Bapa
Happy Birthday!