The Poets Speak: An Anthology: In Memory of Our Friend Jeanette Moser 1947-2007
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The Poets Speak - William Manson
AKNOWLEDGMENTS.
Section 1
THE POETRY OF LESLIE ANN LINDSAY
Leslie Ann Lindsay is a 49 year old woman with one grown son. Always wanting to share her poems with the world. Since the age of four, her poetry has grown and developed. As a violinist, at the age if 15 went to Matsumoto Japan to study violin under Dr. Suzuki for three weeks. As a Pendleton, Oregon high school graduate and also in college she majored in journalism and music. With a strong belief in God, and LOVE of family, the trials of life have blessed her with a strong belief in making things happen, always with the Lords help. Retired and disabled after 30 years in the health care field as a certified nurses aide. She also worked in Hotel laundry, front desk, and spent two summers in Valdez Alaska as the sales and service rep for Holland America Westours. She makes her home in Portland, Oregon with her son Shaun,a cockatiel named Piper, and a dachshund dog named Leo, but dreams of moving back to Eastern Oregon again.
Jeanette (acrostic)
ABC Poem
Alone.
Bewitched.
Casually,
devoid.
Evermore,
frightened.
Goodness gone.
Hopeless,
imagination,
jilted.
Kindness,
LOVE,
more,
now.
Open,
possessing,
quiet,
resolve.
Staying,
tough.
Unique,
varied,
worldly.
X-ray
youth’s
zenith...
Home
Is where my indoor plants flourish,
where no one even cares if I’m in
old sweat pants and a ragged T-shirt.
With no make-up on, hair not yet brushed.
Herbs growing on the widow sills,
with pictures of family proudly on display.
A candle of vanilla or sweet plum spice glow,
cooking smells from the kitchen blossoms.
A fan blowing constantly to help me breathe,
the Siamese cat curled on my arm chair.
My little dachshund dog is the king,
and I am his lowly feeder, walker and maid.
Where my son hugs me hi and good bye,
also I LOVE you, how was your day mom?
Where I cry when no one is around,
and lift my prayers up to the Lord above.
Good classical music is played loudly,
when the old grumpy neighbor is gone.
It’s my shelter from the cold winds,
or cooling from the humid summer heat.
(Shortened version)
DARK CLOUDS HANG
Dark clouds hang low
Suiting my pounding head
not much I know
I should be dead,
I should be dead.
Can I even really tell
is it now day or evening
this much I know
I am leaving,
I am leaving.
Prayers lift to heaven
mist congeals onto this land
I don’t want to know
take my hand,
take my hand.
Dark clouds hang low
Suiting my pounding head
not much I know
I should be dead,
I should be dead.
Portland Oregon Rain
Lush and green this area
flowers bloom in mass
City full of umbrellas
this too might pass.
Humidity is high always
raindrops into down pour
ocean not far away
seagulls really soar.
Traffic is ever increasing
despite the often rain
why does the sun hide
my ever loud refrain.
Streaks down the window
of rain making paths
nourish this lushness
the green always lasts.
Working in constant rain
nothing ever slows down
we don’t tan, we rust!
we smile, never frown.
Mists of swirling gray
bring on a cold chill
rain can’t be far behind
dry up, it never will.
The Pacific Northwest
may she ever be green
Lords blessings come
beauty always is seen.
Autumn Leaves
Out my window today I’ve been watching the leaves,
crying at the beauty from all the many different trees.
Seeing what the world to me today might now show,
oranges, yellows and reds bright, right before the snow.
Crisp wind is bringing the start of this Autumn season,
I know my heart is breaking, not knowing the reason.
My starting brand new is like it’s coming on to spring,
yet today I can only cry, and sob, not with joy sing.
These falling leaves of Autumn, they make me reminisce,
Summer is going away like a slow, melting lovers kiss.
I’ll sweep and pile all these colored leaves so very high,
let them surround and cover me as I say a last goodbye.
Much too soon the trees will be so very bare and stark,
waiting for trick or treaters in the deep October cool dark.
Pumpkins will be carved then, alight with a candles glow,
Kids will be excited, screaming, and howling as they go.
One last look at the leaves before they’re blown away now,
I sigh for Summer is gone, Autumn comes, this I must allow.
Deep in my cooling heart I’ll always cherish Autumn leaves,
for winter is around the corner,bringing in the deep freeze.
(shortened version)
If I Could Change My Life
First I thought, oh this would be so great !!
If I could change my life, now I can relate.
To be blessed thin instead of being so fat.
Not being Bipolar, now I could handle that!
In quiet reflection, the thought came to me.
This is who I am, and God made this to be !!
I’d like to have a husband, and maybe be rich.
Be more kind, you think God me would switch?
There are surely things I’d change if I could.
Really all in all, my life is blessed with good.
Trials and tribulations have made me stronger.
Upon the Lord I call, for my life to be longer.
I live in America, for which I’m thankfully proud.
Used to work, can’t now, or even be in a crowd.
I played the violin, concert class don’t you know.
Upon a stage, I could confidently be the show.
I’ve been to Japan, music school and tourism.
Worked in Alaska, traveled without criticism.
I was married and beaten, but have one son.
Do I change all that? No it’s what I’ve overcome.
Halloween (pim)
Witches and warlocks with green warts on their nose.
Black cats, cauldrons, broomsticks and lizards toes.
Quiver the hallows in a ghosts graveyard of rows.
Mischievous caper of the trick or treaters demons froze !!!
BOO !!
Ode To Post It Notes
Once I went to a yard sale,
oh my what a find I found!
A new box of post it notes,
I bought, opened and found.
My mind is sometimes very,
less then clear these days.
Post it notes are everywhere,
they catch your every gaze.
Post it notes on my calendar,
on my computer and notebook.
Post it notes on the walls too,
sometimes even on me if I’d look.
One post it says do laundry,
or the dishes need be done.
Take my pills, get some sleep,
walk the dog, go out in the sun.
So my ode to Post it notes,
is really now done, almost.
If I can remember if I did it,
for my amusement, or to post...
ENERGY PRAYER
Dear Lord,
today I was wishing for energy.
Something I seem to lack a lot lately.
Is it this Bipolar depression?
My age, the years I’ve wasted?
This world and the pollution?
Just for today, this day Lord,
may I please be blessed with energy,
to tell those I love how they touch my life?
If today, the light in my mind should be clear,
then let me try and repair any damage I’ve caused.
Life here on earth is so weird, Lord.
With every heart beat I hear,
I really want to be a better person.
As the tides wash to and from on the beach of life,
may I take the time to extend a hand out,
to help in some small way.
The waves crash deafening my soul.
Lord, may I have some energy today,
in Thy Holy Name I pray . . .
PEACE
On a cool November nite,
with a full moon overhead.
I felt such peace and joy,
for this far in life I’ve led.
My time in this life seems,
to be a blur of days and Nites.
Calm cool breezes blow,
with sun shining so bright.
Giving thanks for all this,
I bowed my head in prayer.
Knowing with a certainty
the Lord was listening there.
It seemed as if heaven,
was then within my reach.
Peace, calm and beauty,
of which they seldom teach.
If only I could describe
the feelings in my heart.
I’ll be at one with all humans,
to make now a glorious start.
"Was he?
Sleep often lost from a soldiers mind.
Images of violent death so very unkind.
A colonel pilot doing his duty back then.
From Enola Gay, a bomb dropped so we win.
The plane Enola Gay would history make.
Hiroshima destroyed all in it’s horrid wake.
It was war, war the Japanese drew us into.
Could he sleep, this soldier from out of blue?
Paul Tibbets died at the age of ninety two.
Never, he said, did he regret what he did do.
He died November first, two thousand seven.
Was he was ashamed at the gates of heaven
Daylight Savings
Hours, oh hours in a day.
Turn back, turn back now.
Farm crops in,
daylight’s win.
All dark is on it’s way.
Dark hours with us stay.
Hours, oh hours in a day.
Kids with not much now.
Turn on lights,
totally brights.
All dark is on it’s way.
Study now, not much play.
(No E
challenge)
Walking
Walk the earth barefoot
see the oceans waves
feel the chimneys soot
enter the ancient caves
experience all, just look.
Snow-bank
The snow-bank’s sunless cold,
streaked of violet’s watery hue.
Regrets flaunting the pale skies
from last year’s loftier view.
Marshmallow Dreams
It was more than forty years ago,
on a family trip to Canada we go.
I was probably only about six years old,
this is the recounting I’ve been told.
My dad did the driving all the way,
he ate marshmallows my mom did say.
Derrell, (my dad) if you don’t stop eating those,
you’ll turn into one from your head to your toes.
I fell asleep, kind of the restless sort,
waking up terrified, screaming was my retort...
My daddy’s a marshmallow,
(I screamed, anything but mellow.)
My daddy’s a marshmallow!!!!
Freezing Rain
Patter of rain drops coming down.
Such a melodic, soothing sound.
But when those same drops are ice.
Slick, cold, freezing does suffice.
My soul sings for the freezing rain.
Mimics louder now my growing pain.
Less wet than ordinary rain drops.
Making a singing sound as it plops.
Coating everything in it’s wake.
Ice it shines, for goodness sake.
Barren trees now have an icy coat.
Weatherman doesn’t even gloat.
Pling, plop, a loudly sung chorus.
The ice falling is not so porous.
Slip slide along the concrete path.
Our area has now taken an icy bath.
Seal everything inside this ice.
Now really, isn’t that twice as nice?
Let the area feel as my heart does.
Coated in ice, hurting in pain~ Just because!
Dreams (pim)
Phases of transcendent dreams,
glorious traces of moonbeams.
faith, LOVE and wonderment spoons,
by soft winged dragons’ velvet moons.
PRELUDE (pim)
The ring of fire.
Shadows and mists,
glowing in silhouettes.
A prelude of sparks flight.
Whisper...
Let the world around you shout
let them be heard, then forgotten.
Quiet is soft, resilient, beautiful.
As we stain to hear a quiet voice
let the words then sink deeply.
Conform not into a worldly thing
that makes you uncomfortable.
Instead see the powerful truth,
like a gentle rain from within.
SECTION 2
THE POETRY OF MARIE FALCK
I was born in Calgary, Alberta, Canada at the end of WWII.
I wrote a few poems in my school years, but became serious about it in 1992,
when my girls and I were going through some rough times. I found it an escape
for me, from the trials of life, when I started putting things down on paper in
poetic form. I find that what the good Lord places in my heart to write,
touches the soul of the reader, and I thank Him, that I am a useful tool
in His
hands.
Marie Falck
HALLELUJAH AVENUE
By Marie Falck
Just wait till you see my brand - new home
That’s found on Hallelujah Avenue
A provision of God, the Chief Cornerstone
My mansion is dazzling
With a spectacular view
Surrounded by Walls of jasper
And has its bearings
Down by the clear Crystal Sea
And it’s all made to order just for me
A place where eternal praise I can offer