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To be an Angel (for Jessica) Name that Tune . . . (or songbird heralding Spring) What is that bird singing in my ear? what is that song that I hear? Is it a Meadowlark ? Or a song sparrow? The song shot in quickly pierced sharp as an arrow A song is on a visit rhythmically calling notes like dance steps standing and falling Strange solace, cuddling notes that smell and glisten with force and fragrance the inner ear awakes to listen the tempo and the pattern your inner ear recalls a place where you were once before melody prances with powerful grace Music, music is the master bringing anew the stunning flower words or notes that blossoms again afresh that blossoms at this new hour 23 February 2024 j.m.frase-white  

Snow cover outside my bedroom window over Brenner Cascade   The Waterfall He fell beneath a waterfall of laughter handrails had been advised but still he listened only to the lullaby of lies He needed the warmth of the human heart for his had fallen away His love had been a radiant smile as large as his personal Chesapeake Bay Loud laughter stood like a well blocking heath of truth and heart His world seemed a scary place as it rapidly, raw and rotten, fell apart His sky is filled with the gray of doubt though he knew it once was blue flashed with azure and golden hope with a map, sweet map, of a holy route To bring to the world he sought his gift a return of love so kind that held him in a primal warmth that holding coddle of mother born And not the waterfall he faced filled with tears of loss heartbeat asunder with fear of thunder frightened laughter filled with hope Poem written while in Hospital 3 Jan...

A Dam good Party! Do Beavers dance? Do Beavers sing? I saw and heard them while I was waltzing with my sweet babooski Yes, you say “it may have been a dream” so full of dicy-play romancing but I was sure it was so true for those rodents sure were dancing And singing songs with buck teeth clicks and melody swam like water they did not give a dam as I sashayed among them feet splashing with abandon steps filled with love and laughter Yes, indeed the Beavers dance and sing like herald angels waltzing with pride at their success another waterway saved with glory a habitat, a haven, to live and love and laugh a sharp teeth singing laugh dance on, dance on Spring has just begun! (second draft, first written in December 2023 begun while I was at DHMC and today, for Jake, March 19, 2024 the night that spring begins)  

  Eternal Eclipse Gaza Strip  Mixed Media James M. Frase-White 3/14/2024 Mothers Please You gave us you give children life Yet you still engage  with HIM/HER in the game of death are you not better than that to play this game of warrior as if he/she has the power to Kill or be Killed? It works both ways THEY   do it too play the I am God game To build or destroy which is the pleasure of your countenance? have you not seen the sea of crops to feed, to give life, sustenance? The buildings to house, feed, supply, fix You would rather have them destroyed in order to starve in quiet or violent painful death? Your/their hands can grow, build, repair, maintain yet you let them bomb instead Oh, Mothers, be Mothers and teach/show your child/adult to live not for an idea, of power, of ego often due to THEM you ask to lead you for bravery that does not exist it is no honor, to kill to die to live that death bath ...