Poetic Responses to Prompts (Book) http://www.Writing.Com/main/books.php/item_id/1289640-Poetic-Responses-to-Prompts Everyone is conspiring against me. Reason tells me eventually I will get the laundry done. Should this actually occur, I will celebrate. However, I do not think it is possible to get the laundry done. Zealous aliens from Mars put their dirty cloths in my hamper. Fearsome closet monsters dump their soiled linens in my washer. Pesky elves deposit th...[Read Full Post] Thu, 09 Aug 2007 01:17:56 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/526819 They wait for me beyond the point of no return on the other side of the life’s veil. Brothers and sisters in faith, confident that God’s messenger of joy would open the gate to eternal life and give them entrance into paradise. Death calls to all, Grim Reaper or Messenger of Joy, he cannot be both at the same time; only I can...[Read Full Post] Thu, 09 Aug 2007 00:05:45 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/526808 Pulling at my soul, threatening to unravel my ego one thread at a time his memory rips its way into my thoughts; it is a noose that will strangle my creativity: he still haunts my inner child at night, when I am alone without the protection of my mother’s presence… Prayer by prayer open wounds are sutured leaving scars ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 08 Aug 2007 23:26:00 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/526796 I suppose you could say it’s my favorite body part. I use it most often and enjoy it more than any of my other organs. At least I think it’s an organ, if I remember my high school biology class that’s what it’s considered. Of course, high school was a long time ago and lots of things have changed since then, but I...[Read Full Post] Sun, 05 Aug 2007 12:13:10 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/525974 In contemplating my future I realize there are uncertainties. I will encounter patches of fog that hide the path, conceal a sudden turn, or screen sections of highway torn up for road construction. I will confront barriers that block my way, which I must either go over, go under, go through, or go around. In contemplating my future...[Read Full Post] Sun, 05 Aug 2007 01:11:21 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/525918 T hese are The Days of Wine and Roses , H ear the wind whispering through the blooms of paradise E xpressing the joy of souls experiencing eternal life. D elay your decisions no longer, A nnounce to the universe the joyous news of humanity’s salvation, Y ou who imbibe wine pressed from the leaves of the Tree of life S hout the gla...[Read Full Post] Thu, 09 Aug 2007 02:22:07 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/525884 There is no quick fix, no easy path to transformation; unplowed soil grows weeds or nothing at all. This isn’t a time to fear, humanity is moving into the next stage of its collective evolution. Two processes, disintegration and integration, are pushing humanity forward moving it toward a planetary civilization. Those institut...[Read Full Post] Sat, 04 Aug 2007 02:35:48 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/525749 Reflecting on the joy of your presence, I contemplate the reasons that we met, And although it appeared to be by chance, I realize it was no accident. Although we don’t share a set of parents, Nor have the same hair color or skin tone, And our cultural backgrounds are quite different, In your presence, I am never alone. I see His ha...[Read Full Post] Fri, 03 Aug 2007 00:29:47 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/525534 Package by package I unwrap the bounty of faith, each rainbow colored ribbon a pleasing interruption to insistent self’s constant expression of doubt. How do I share, with humanity, the beauty of God’s contribution? It brings tranquility to my daily existence, reveals to my soul new visions that carry it out of the swamp of mat...[Read Full Post] Fri, 03 Aug 2007 00:26:25 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/524720 Baha’u’llah descended into the soul conquering darkness of the Síyáh-Chál, remained four months wearing chains of such weight and notoriety they were named: Qará-Guhar, Salásil. Innocence of any crime, he was condemned to wear the marks of those chains upon his neck for the rest of his life. Into that putrid darkness the Maid ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 02 Aug 2007 18:30:00 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/524443 This isn’t the mediocre desire of the uninformed, the mystic lover knows surrender to the will of the Beloved, to the will of God, is the ultimate expression of victory. This isn’t the mundane existence of an unaware creature, living a life of instinctive reaction to stimuli in the physical environment; this is the choice made b...[Read Full Post] Thu, 02 Aug 2007 18:27:18 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/524196 “In the garden of thy heart plant naught but the rose of love, and from the nightingale of affection and desire loosen not thy hold…” Baha’u’llah, The Hidden Words of Baha’u’llah, Part II.-From the Persian, #3 Translated by Shoghi Effendi Strolling the paths of meditation, I catch glimpses of dew w...[Read Full Post] Thu, 09 Aug 2007 01:57:56 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/524111 Even in the desert it rains one drop at a time. Sparkling droplets carried by angels to the hard packed soil, thirsty after a year without water; drop by drop the soil sucks the rain in until it reaches the point of saturation and then the run off flows into streambeds filled with cactus, sage brush, bones of the dead, and campers foolis...[Read Full Post] Thu, 02 Aug 2007 18:22:04 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/523783 The question asked: Why do we have five senses? Sight Look up into the sky and you will see, Multitudes of clouds appear to float free, But this is just a whimsy of your mind. Meditate on the illusion and find, Alabaster clouds hide castles of light, While onyx clouds obscure castles of night. Sound Listen to the symphony of...[Read Full Post] Thu, 09 Aug 2007 02:17:55 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/523694 Conception - sperm & ovum become a single entity. Soul - God’s breath breathed into matter; a polished mirror reflecting divine reality; Lepidoptera freed from its pupa case. Body – DNA’s double helix; conceived to transport the soul through matter’s realm; Lepidoptera pupa case. Human – soul & body mer...[Read Full Post] Thu, 09 Aug 2007 02:11:40 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/523369 In front of my house, the street shines deep ebony wet from a predawn shower. In my driveway, water gathers into puddles transforming the cracked and pitted cement into birdbaths for mourning doves. This is monsoon season, gray white clouds stretch from mountain range to mountain range concealing the desert sky, threatening another cloud ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 02 Aug 2007 18:13:15 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/523226 The house talks in the middle of the night, Hairy-legged spiders crawl up my spine, I pick up a pencil and start to write. Since the moon is full, I don’t need a light, To describe the terror felt by my mind: The house talks in the middle of the night. What ogre is this, which gives me a fright? A zombie looking for a place to dine?...[Read Full Post] Thu, 02 Aug 2007 18:10:38 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/522878 My Grandmother never threw away anything, at least not immediately, worn out underpants and shirts she washed and put into a ragbag; used them to clean the toilet stool or scrub out the shower and then let them dry before tossing them in the trash. Blouses, dresses, skirts, slips, slacks, etc. that couldn’t be mended, repaired, patched ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 02 Aug 2007 18:08:07 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/522719 Today I sit in the window all day looking smug, Because she wants me to sleep on an old throw rug, She brought a new one into the house yesterday, Then scolded me when I got on it to sleep or play, Until she apologizes, I’m not even accepting a stroke or a hug. Right now, she’s in the front yard exterminating bugs, But I can tell from...[Read Full Post] Thu, 02 Aug 2007 18:04:23 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/522550 Green signals let traffic pass not fast enough for local pedestrians J-walking across Las Vegas Blvd., tourist standing at cross walks wish the signals would change. Horns blast, breaks squeak, this is Saturday night reality not the dream of some clown craving a venue at Circus Circus. A hooker, in predatory dress, chooses her prey t...[Read Full Post] Thu, 02 Aug 2007 18:01:45 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/522284 These are yesterday’s tears, disillusionment held onto for sixty years, the inner child’s secret frustration that her birthday was nothing special and therefore she was nothing special. I remember the tree, it wasn’t one of the phony man-made firs, before some merchant cut it down and transported it to a vacant lot to sell to...[Read Full Post] Thu, 02 Aug 2007 17:52:24 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/522035 Be careful what you pray for, you might get it! So we prayed for rain and the rain came. At first, it fell in huge drops that struck the dry ground kicking up the dust, that struck our exposed skin stinging and leaving welts, that struck green leaves snapping them off the limbs. The drops fell faster and faster causing the hard packed gro...[Read Full Post] Thu, 09 Aug 2007 01:43:17 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/521791 Winds blow though yellow Brittle Bush flowers, Palo Verde, and Ocotillo Creating the magnificent echoes of an ancient music , That flows across dry lakebeds pilling sand into shifting dunes, Taller then the combined heights of the Harlem Globe Trotters; As the fickle wind changes the tune The cadence of the melody rises and falls While degree-by...[Read Full Post] Thu, 02 Aug 2007 17:41:29 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/521512 When he picked me up my heart skipped a beat, The moths in my stomach tried to escape, But my mouth was glued shut, I couldn’t speak, I could only grin on that bizarre date. Both of my legs were made of melted wax, The backs of my hands were shinny and wet, And the smile on my face wouldn’t relax, Though he took me to a real movi...[Read Full Post] Thu, 02 Aug 2007 17:37:55 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/521322 A pebble tossed into the worlds of God, Snow’s spirit slipped through the space between An atom’s nuclei and its orbiting electron, And ascended on radiant wings Into paradise. Now Snow’s soul dwells beneath the tree of eternity Listening to God’s nightingale sing, While she composes odes on particles of light And de...[Read Full Post] Thu, 02 Aug 2007 17:33:54 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/521135