What Big John Said

 

 

 

 “Listen up….Out here, there ain’t no law excepting for the law of the gun in your hand.
A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do and, make no mistake Mister…. when I pay a man to do a job I expect him to give it 100 percent, any less and… he ain’t gonna get paid. Now…. that thing at the end of the leather you’re holding onto is called a horse, if you k’in ride it, well then, you’d best climb on up in the saddle and make like a cowboy… ‘n’ just so you know…. there might be some folks along the trail who’ll maybe take a hankering after what we got and be wanting it for themselves, the cattle, our food, the horses and… you best be ready to shoot ‘em ‘cause if’n you ain’t.. and I find myself  gettin’ shot at… well, I’m just old enough and dang-blasted ornery enough  to be killing you fer gettin me killed…..The hell I will!
Well…. what are you still standing there for…. waiting for your momma to come wipe your nose?  Saddle up boy and, let’s get this cattle moving.  Yeeee haww!”

Shared at Bluebellbooks: Short Story Slam Week 2

Salute to the Brave

In truth his war was more bitter than all the wars before.
Holes in the ground deep as hell. Bombs and fires raging.
A sea of bodies around him torn asunder, including his.
Then he heard her whisper:‘I will give you peace my child’
And Mother Earth wrapped him in her blood soaked arms.

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Author’s note: Photos used here from WW1 Battlefields
There are still so many ‘unknown’ soldiers. I respect and salute all who have served and, all those brave young men and women who still do serve their countries to protect our freedom of right to express this opinion.

On my 17th birthday, I voluntarily enlisted in the W.R.A.C. (Women’s Royal army Corps) and became a radar operator and was proud to serve my Queen and country. 

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Being in the Now

BEING IN THE NOW

She asked me
how do you…
and, I replied

Hush now,
still yourself
…inside

Breathe in deep
find that place
where your soul resides.

Time flows
as particles of dust rise up
to flit and float…
To dance on rays of light
continuing the ebb and flow
of life.

Unafraid of what will be
I know that you are the One
I am yours
…eternal
and, you free my thoughts
to roam at will.
To look beyond dust
that settles upon the
vacant window-sill of
an ache, ignored.

No,
I settle for nought
but to see my sea of blue
and perchance, a cloud
to ponder on as,
in beloved silence, it rolls along
that fine-sprung thread.

Or,
the bird I espy whose flight
becomes my own as it
swiftly clasps an upward
gasp of air ‘neath wings that
lift it higher still
lightening my mood too
as I feel the thrill of
such daring.

I am whole
and,
 am here in the now of my being
my breath is my spirit
alive

I am a body

…Free.

 

~**~

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This came about from my mini-monster-teen Chloe, asking me how do I meditate.
Oh how the mind does wander in beautiful Daydreams….. eh~! 🙂

Dark to Light

DARK TO LIGHT

A vast sky
holds its magic there for me
with a touch of silk it glides
naked, across all thought.

Dressed in her most luscious gown
night trails a waterfall of stars
and dances with other
teasing ribbons of light
that touch the soul and set
the flesh to tingle.

Extraordinary

…. life.

Who can forget
such rhapsody once you’ve
listened with your heart
as classic lines
paint a waltz of words
on canvas in the mind
bringing forth
the cosmic dark
to light.

~**~

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Dark to light and, back again…the circle and cycle of
life and universal love as it is, always and…unbroken.

Shared at One Shot Wednesday and
Poetry Pot Luck

All That I Am

ALL THAT I AM

In reaching for the stillness
I feel you.
Each breath I take, hold and, exhale
then, blends itself to crystal mist
or…
falls in fresh teardrops of
early morning dew.
Yes, I feel you.

How far I have travelled from
a painful past.
As far as my feet would
carry me
but…
not as far as my love
has yet to go.

Because of you
today, I am all that I am
but…
not all that I will ever be.

You bathe my darkness
in a circle of light
that shifts the gloomy moods
back away from the edge of the abyss
up to the quiet, acceptable.

What a treasure you are
to have
to hold me
…through the longest of nights.
I’m embraced in warmth and glow
of all the love that there is
because of you
gentle spirit.

~*~

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Drip Drop

I Love to walk in a soft rain. Love water, the sea, a river any water. Love it’s power of movement and magic of its sounds.

DRIP DROP

Pitter patter
Pitter Patter
a-splattering
it falls
in drip, drip drops of
warm, wet and wonderful
envelops and then, saturates
…Silencing the pain.

For a moment
time stands still for love
until,
refusing to stay even for that cause
the feeling’s gone
as swiftly as it came.

You, were the fires passion.
That heat of smouldering flame
Now…
Now in its afterglow
shadows fall over longing
but,
memories remain.

Solace comes with sleep
until an univited vision-guest
requires the dream shall spring to life
in another heros place in time.

Pitter patter,
Pitter patter
and, the beat goes on
eyelids flutter to
the music of their notes
in a-splattering of rhythmic
breathed-in-time.

~*~

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Don’t Forget To Breathe

 

DON’T FORGET TO BREATHE

Today I found some precious time
alone, before the rain arrived.
Turned my collar against the
wind’s cold hands
tasted the sky once more and
felt alive, again.

A moment
of love
of dreams, aloud.

I saw through the grey veil
of passing clouds to
where pieces of hearts were
painted with words that
cannot be said.

But…
If my soul does not feel
all the love there ever was
and will ever be
what is there left

…what is there left.

Ah,
the most beautiful secrets
are always planted deeply,
nurtured and, grown into
treasured memories
almost as if…
that which cannot be seen

still sings in harmony with
everything that can.

I look to the sea and
hear you calling, softly.
Offer up prayers of gratitude
for the blessings that were mine
from the simple beauty of
sunlight on your face to
the unmistakable look of love
in your eyes

and…
with barely a whisper
hear your voice in the waves say

‘Don’t forget to breathe.’

 

~*~

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Three Times My Life Has Opened

Three Times My Life Has Opened

Three times my life has opened.
Once, into darkness and rain.
Once, into what the body carries at all times within
it and starts to remember each time it enters the act of love.
Once, to the fire that holds all.
These three were not different.
You will recognize what I am saying or you will
not.
But outside my window all day a maple has
stepped from her leaves
like a woman in love with winter, dropping the
colored silks.
Neither are we different in what we know.
There is a door. It opens. Then it is closed. But a
slip of light stays, like a scrap of unreadable paper left on
the floor,
or the one red leaf the snow releases in March.
 

Jane Hirshfield The Lives of The Heart (1994-1997)