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poetry and verse of my thoughts, observations and feelings, gathered from both past and present times, collated to share for pure enjoyment of like minds.

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POEMS OF THE DAY    

 

A PIE IN THE SKY

 

There’s a pie in the sky,

I hope it’s a cherry one, lashing high with cream;

I hope that magic fairy dust gobbles up cholesterol,

zapping in attacking to destroy through our bloodstream;

and I hope I get full measure

from the God who saves the Queen,

showing that I’ve been,

part and part of art, and part and party of this world,

Our Life, Our Hope, Our dream.

 

THE GAIN

 

Let’s feel the pleasure, touch the gain,

entwine with life where love contains

the purest living, life we came,

to be as you and me.

 

©2020Christine Bousell

 

 

I HAVEN’T FINISHED YET

 

To the race, to the race I’ll keep my pace,

I’ll reach that final furlong place,

with sweated brow, I’ll thunder down

and beaches hedge I’ll jump somehow,

enjoy the race to full before my final call;

 

I’ll dig my heals in, keep my pace,

win the trophy,

gleaming golden ribbons laced;

and will I celebrate? You bet!

I haven’t finished yet;

 

I’ll drink Champagne and hit that stage,

I’ll tread the boards ‘til encore’s made,

I’ll sound aloud, as well, to claim halleluiah

to another glory day, another show as made;

all the while I’ll bet my stake,

take the offer without haste,

enjoy in full my final days,

within my time as time is made,

the here and now the roundabout,

the helter-skelter calling out, come,

take that ride again;

 

I’ll ride until my final end,

until that final curtain down,

I’ll slip away with final bow,

to greet and meet my maker,

if not then what?

Hell?

 

Maybe, who knows, I do though know,

that in this here and now, somehow,

ecstatically, my life my now

will be the way I live my how,

and boy won’t you all know,

before I waddle off this show,

this mortal coil, this surface stage

that life has placed and I have graced

and indeed through God’s own true good taste,

to live my life somehow;

 

though meanwhile, just for now,

I say a great big, cheerio, with humble love;

I’ll meekly bow and take my place... as now.  

 

©2020Christine Bousell

 

ORIGINAL

 

She pressed default deliberately

resetting through her mind,

always own original;

own find.

 

©2020Christine Bousell

 

 

OUR PUREST HEART

 

Unhidden dream

pure purity succulent of seed,

Spiritual perfection,

abounding wealth of free;

taint can never claim you;

deny your true maybe,

though ever will you always stay

perfect, purity.

 

Grace our own through failure,

raising true to be,

Own seed restoring deep within

Heart's own purity

as always own in owning,

as always as has been,  

our hidden depth,

our purest heart succulent seed.

 

©2020Christine Bousell

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