Tulips At Home….

On two hundred acres, there is a lot of space. I remember the year, way back in ’28, we set aside two acres and planted tulips for a few years.

Every summer we would walk through the tulip fields and watch the birds come and go. There is a lot more to it than that. There were the years we took care of the land and prepped it for growing tulips.

One Sunday walking with my wife, we strolled through the tulip patches and talking of poetry and love. We fell into a trance and made ourselves just big enough to lay in the tulip at our feet.

It made lovely poetry. Laying very close to my wife, we spoke in beauty and love. Some two hours we made love, and lay within the tulip.

Then upon awaking, we were back to our right size. The lovely wife picked that tulip and carried it all the way home. She said, to me, I want a whole bouquet of tulips to lay in the window by the time winter arrives.

So we spent two months, picking tulips we had laid down in. Bringing them home and decorating the windows with their lovely flowers.

When winter arrived, every window in the place had bouquets of tulips in its window. It was beautiful. and we watched them dry all winter long as the heat from the furnace dried the flowers we had picked.

The lovely lady got a serious look in her eye, and she draws me close to her and holds me tight. “Promise me, next year we will plant poppies.” Taking her in my hands and kissing her whole, “Yes, poppies will look nice next year, you got it.”

And the seasons changed, and summer rolled in….

Help!

I saw the illusion of free will
and sought love and companionship.
Only to suffer torment and pain.

I saw the illusion of death
and sought life despite it.
Only to suffer torment of death.

I saw the illusion of salvation,
and drown in my own blood.
Only to suffer life again.

If you say I have free will is it truth
or illusion? If it’s illusion they could
hurt me anyway they want I would have
no control over it.

But justice in the universe is not blind.
The universe knows my pain,
The universe knows my suffering,
The universe knows who they are.

When the universe whispers into the living God’s
ears the truth of what has been done, heaven
will send family to my aid. Pray it be soon,
for I’m almost dead. And when the wrong possess might
they try to condemn innocent ones to hells fright.

These are things to be remembered.

Courage

Courage

by Edger A. Guest

This is courage: to remain
Brave and patient under pain;
Cool and Calm and firm to stay
In the presence of dismay;
Not to flinch when foes attack,
Even though you’re beaten back;
Still to cling to what is right,
When the wrong possesses might.

This is courage: to be true
To the best men see in you;
To remember, tempest-tossed,
Not to whimper, “All is lost!”
But to battle to the end
While you still have strength to spend;
not to cry all hope is gone
While you have life to carry on.

This is courage: to endure
Hurt and loss you can not cure;
Patiently and undismayed,
Facing life still unafraid;
Glad to live and glad to take
Bravely for your children’s sake,
Burdens they would have to bear
if you fled and ceased to care.

The Choice

By Edgar Guest

The Choice

And one man said:
All hope is dead
And I wish that I were too!
For rough is the way
And the skies are gray
And I can’t get work to do.
I’ve lost the things which I thought were mine,
And it’s now no use for the sun to shine.

In similar straits,
Betrayed by the fates
And stripped of his worldly gear,
Another man said:
Well I’m far from dead,
And I don’t want to die this year!
There is a lot proved false which I thought was true,
But I want to be here when the sun breaks through.

All men must choose
Of these opposite views,
And it’s easy enough to fail,
If your willing to quit
You can argue for it
With a truly deplorable tale,
But always the difficult thing to do
Is to stick to a problem and see it through.

Poem Between Unknown Friends

Poem Between Unknown Friends

This poem is for us;

may our memories of each other never haunt us!

rather they are there to remind us of whom we love and why.

Through it all there is no one but each other

that could fill the shoes of our best friend.

I shall not fear even the worst from you,

and I welcome all the love my heart

can hold that you share along the way.

It’s not that I’m invincible to your ways;

rather I know you share the love I have for you,

and you would only share with me

what’s in our best interests.

may my love keep you alive as long as you wish to continue.

just remember I too need a sparkle of your love to keep living;

I’m not without hopes and dreams.

Were made of the same stuff.

May our hopes and dreams no matter how wild or far out there

be the things we would both agree upon.

And together we will do more than anyone ever dreamed possible.

I’m wishing you the best and sky’s of blue ;

I just hope I’ve been the sort of friend you have been to me.

And Death Shall Have No Dominion

Death Shall Have No Dominion

by Dylan Thomas

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan’t crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

– Dylan Thomas