The Old Grandfather Clock

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I dedicate this poem to Charlene and Harold and their wonderful family.  I thank Charlene for sharing with me the story of Harold’s Grandfather’s barn.

Against the wall there it stands
Near the window
with un-working hands
Dark walnut wood
crafted by her husband’s cousin
from the farm barn that stood
on Grandfather’s land
for more than a century
in the northern part of Missouri
She and her husband travelled
by truck to carry away
this practical piece of marvel
Home to New Mexico to stay
To sit for years of enjoyment
And to prompt the story for today
She sat sharing eloquently
Sitting quietly thinking
about how decades now have past
since the clock has spent
time day and night just so
in weathered sun-bleached splendor
as Grandfather’s beloved barn
that everyone had come to know

© 2015 Merriam Kathaleen

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DESERT VIEW

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Slow gentle-kissed                                                                    Tall golden grasses                                                                    idly bow to and fro                                                                      To sweet desert breezes                                                          they have come to know

© 2015 Merriam Kathaleen

 

 

 

Triumphant

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I dedicate this poem to my son, Mark.  I thank you for all the countless hours we have spent in long discussions of how you and I wait patiently for God’s divine guidance.  How we have spent time and again talking about “Man plans his way, God determines his steps”  I LOVE you so very much my dear son. 

As we sit in long-awaited anticipation
Surely the best virtue by far will be
patience rendered hopefully

Wait, we can hear so plainly now
That of course, clear as the bell
imagination, the answer will tell

Where has this come from?
Have we heard it before?
Will we desire it that much more?

Can it be our mind thoughtlessly
will play a trick we cannot see
For, truly if this is so

Solidly on rock-hard ground, not sand!
Firmly our feet in exaltation shall stand!
We will pronounce gladly our answer profound!

For, lo we will know
after all we have done
Triumphantly our patience has won!

©2015 Merriam Kathaleen

Winter Wonderland Vision

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This morning as I stared in awe and wonder I watched the landscape out the window turn into a beautiful fully developed winter wonderland.  For someone like me who grew up on the golden beaches of Santa Cruz, California a winter scene such as I saw today here in Las Cruces, New Mexico was a glorious repast for my eyes as well as my imagination.  As I watched, this poem began dancing in my mind.

As I watched unfold before me

A Winter Wonderland of awe

took place through clear glass windows

My Imagination grew wildly!

My eyes fully began to see!

Fairy princesses dressed in

gossamer white lace finery

Floating in the air dancing

while a full orchestra boldly played

with exquisite detail and flair

Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker Serenade

Glissades lead into Pirouettes of brilliance

as snowflake shape after snowflake

became beloved Sugar Plum Fairies

with twirls and spins dipping now and again

Nary a one left behind

they crisscrossed each path vividly

Then joined in place streaming, gliding

they softly began their sliding!

Faster and faster moving joyfully to fall!

One by one performed their Arabesques

so smoothly as they all

gently landed on the ground below

with their much deserved bow

© 2015 Merriam Kathaleen

 

Kitty Cats Christmas (A Poem For Amber And Jet)

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This Christmas the two household cats decided to celebrate in their own special way.  Amber and Jet are two-year old black cats of the rare Bombay Breed.  This poem is dedicated to their very “unique” personalities. 

The Christmas tree was brought in sparkly in all of its winter pine needle finery

Ready to be decorated with heirloom ornaments, to celebrate the season with favored adornments

White crystal bells along with wooden treasures and red and silver balls were hung with pleasure

The family was pleased with this site, especially, when the tree was strung with all of the lights

Sister, brother, mother, father and grandmother too, admired their beautiful Yuletide view

As they knew that Christmas was started now, they stood back to look at each lovely bough

They talked of the past, shared stories together; Hugged, sang and laughed with each other

While merriment and joy filled the room, almost forgotten, idly batting at some very loose cotton

Two family members sat in the corner away from the rest; Plotted and planned their big midnight zest

Amber and Jet curled up, black tails wrapped around paws; Stared in rapture at what they saw

They waited patiently til all were asleep to begin their much anticipated holiday treat

Soon darkness surrounded the beautiful tree; Amber and Jet set out on their spree

They nibbled the needles, deftly batted colored balls, red and silver rolled all over the halls

Oh what a fun time they had, chasing ornaments to and fro; Never admitting this was naughty or bad

In the morning their adventure was found; The house awoke to the tree brought down

Amber and Jet sat patiently on the floor by its side, dreaming of pine needles broken and dried

Two sets of golden-colored eyes filled with wonder, recalling their marvelous night of plunder

©2015 Merriam Kathaleen

The Patience Angel

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The patience angel is with me again today.  She is whispering in my ear “Please wait and write a poem instead of writing your post on ‘From The City Of Holy Cross To The City Of The Crosses.’ ”

Something tells me that my muse and the patience angel are working together to guide my writing today.  To tell you the truth I’m not ready to write my post on the Crosses.  I need to do more research in order to get some facts down.  This may sound like procrastination, but, it really isn’t.  When my posts are strictly about my musings I can write directly about the subject at hand.  However, when my post includes musings as well as some structured facts then I have to spend time in the research mode and not just rely on creatively writing.  Hmmmmm. This sounds more and more like the collaboration of my muse and the patience angel to get me to slow down and “smell the roses” before I venture forth with my Crosses historical and current day tour dialogue.  And so I will follow my muse and the patience angel’s lead.  I will post the poem that unfolded this weekend in front of my mind.

THE PATIENCE ANGEL

There is an angel on my shoulder

She is always near and with me

both night and day

My constant companion

She brings me peace

She softens and guides

my every way

She teaches me

She leads me

to live my life from greed

The patience angel shows me

God won’t give what I want

God gives what I need

This gift is from above

and heaven sent

She whispers in my ear

If I’m smart and wise I will follow

these directions very closely

To live my life fully without any fear

©2014 Merriam Kathaleen

 

 

 

 

 

Taking Time To Take A Deep Breath And B-r-r-e-a-the……….

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Started my blog so swiftly fast and quickly

Everything fell into place just so sweetly

Didn’t take the time I needed nor did I

stop, look, read or heeded

WordPress information handed to me

so neatly!

Slowing down now to search and study

the WordPress site designed to help guide me

 

Please accept my little poem describing my initial experience as I first hurled myself into the blogosphere.  Today’s post is about how I am slow-w-w-w-ing down and taking time to read the helpful hints WordPress has to offer newly minted bloggers such as I am.  I am a poet, and apparently my poetress self emerged as I was beginning to write my post.

Now that I have some posts under my belt I have decided it is time to really get serious about my blog.  I chose WordPress because they have designed creating blogs to be as simple as possible.  Believe me, the greatest technology luddite of all times, if I can figure out how to start a blog then anybody can.  Thank you, WordPress for your Zero-To-Hero Guide.  I am now learning about Tags, Topics, Pages, Gravatar, and OH MY WORD everything else.

No, I am not advertising for WordPress I am just giving them kudos for the help they provide. I am very grateful that they are here so that I can create a blog there.  There being the internet, of course.

I am having so much fun with this wonderful experiential experiment I have embarked on.