Yldara - A Glimpse at Poetry & Life

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Picture Me an Adventure

Friday, February 1st, 2008

Ah, to be a child once again and see the beauty and endless possibilities from what adults deem ordinary and dull.

To be able to hear music in its simplest form; to be able to listen with one’s heart out of pure enjoyment; to be able to feel the wind caress one’s face in awe; to be able to trust without fear; to be able to create a world inside a world and still be able to see the truth and accept it—such are the wonders of being a child.

So, why not take the time to remember? Be a child again, wherever you may be at in your life. Begin from within your heart then take a look outside, through your window; maybe begin in meadows, and….

Picture Me an Adventure

Tall blades of grass,
perfect cover.
Enemy spies:
grasshoppers, dragonflies.

Picture Me an Adventure

Neverland? Yes!
In handfuls of
blue wildflowers
are pixie dust powers.

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Curious Mount Serenity

Monday, January 21st, 2008

Words are frail in comparison
to your rugged, jagged slopes
Tumbling without a pattern
this way and that-a-way too

Your summit defies reason
(gravity quit a long time ago)
An off the wall venture
of a purpose driven world

Still, you outright puzzle
to no foreseeable end
all who try to divine
just what you are about

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Author’s Comments:

I wrote this partly light-hearted poem, thinking I could describe a fictional mountain that embodied certain truths and perceptions that we all face. Whether it has manifested itself in our day to day struggle or happened just once, many of us have at one point, met something that seems insurmountable and tried to figure it out all by ourselves.

Truth is, we just cannot do it by our lonesome selves. We need help. Help that comes from friends, family, neighbors, nature, scripture –all, pointing to God’s handiwork.

We, of course, may not like the sort of help, solution or answer He gives us, but with that same answer comes a sense of Peace. And when one really reflects on it, that peace, is profound and always filled with grace, love and mercy.

A peace that surpasses all understanding, AMEN.

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Water Baloney

Friday, January 18th, 2008

There must have been a time when water was free. A time, when one, did not have to pay to drink or use it - at least, not with money. Maybe, with one’s sweat? Or, is it with one’s head? Most likely both.

Nowadays, water costs (just look at your water bill) a pretty penny to use, be it for drinking, cooking, cleaning up or “watering the yard”. Yes, I thought watering the yard was kind of weird too, until summer came to Texas. My husband had to water the yard before it all (the lawn grass) died on us.

Water these days also comes labeled and bottled which adds to the cost, be it out of one’s pocket or Mother Nature’s.

A few months ago, I read that some bottled water, are so prized by water connoisseurs and/or people with too much money and not enough sense, that they can actually cost between 40-60 dollars a (750 ml) bottle. More, if bought in some fancy club(s) around Tinseltown.

I am probably, one of those who will not know and understand why those water elitist pay for the bottle, rather than the water. Still, when all is said and done, it is their money after all - right? It is also such Herodian attitude that pushes and keeps the bottled water business, floating in money and controversy. Of course, one could argue - am just envious of their “success”. But, since having loads of money and a business empire is not my idea of success, that argument fails to impress.

Anyways, with all that in mind I thought of writing a poem considering a scenario, 20 or so years down the road, when clean water has gotten so expensive and scarce that one needs pure comedic relief ( and tons and tons of prayers) just to get through the day:

Water Baloney

Water Baloney My grandchild wrote
to say – His father found
water, cheaper boiled
eight hours this way:

Dig a hole two miles down
and start pumping it up.
Sift through the silt,
rock, sand and blood cup.

Filter it all out,
twenty times four.
Boil it eight hours -
Not a second more.

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Life

Monday, December 31st, 2007

Malleates. Nullifies
ostentatious points. Questions
reason, sentiments tendered.
Unveils visions.
Wields xysters.
Yields zany and boisterous
characters. Discordant,
exacting. Frames golden
hour. Irks, jaded know-it-all.

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Author’s Comments:

***just trying to put certain observations, thoughts and points into a light but pointed form. Whether you agree or not, give me a holler, send me a note and let me know what you think. Thanks, God bless y’all and here’s to a Happy New Year!!!

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Shelved

Tuesday, November 20th, 2007

Step one, started easy enough
Open the box. Lay out the boards
Make sure you have all the screws
Then simply follow the rules

Unfortunately the holes
Seem not to match up
A few screws got broken
And the boards cracked apart

It took a full day
Instead of two hours
The bookshelf stands empty
Not worth the saved dollars

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Author’s Comments:

Ever heard of the saying, “You get what you paid for” ? This light humor type of a poem certainly has the trappings of one such dilemma. Sometimes, penny pinching does have its rather frustrating effects. One could argue that it can be likened to one’s walk of faith. When a person shortcuts his way around life and settles for the bargains and easy assembly type of beliefs—guess what? You reap the benefits of it also.

To walk in Christ’s footsteps is not an easy task. I would venture to say that there are no shortcuts to it. No, it is not an easy path to take. In fact, it is my understanding that persecution, is always there to hound those that believe and walk in the Light. Still, you cannot let this get you down. Just keep remembering that your hope is in the Lord and your salvation in His merciful and just hands.

When we make mistakes, we pay for it (especially in our bargain-hunting purchases—LOL) but thank the good Lord for hope, forgiveness and a sense of humor.