20 Jan 2022
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: bed, February, head, January, kiss, soul, thrilling, utterly new

January is good for the soul,
Down in my warm rabbit hole.
In a pillowy bed
From toes to head
I keep myself under control.
Garrison Keillor-limerick
1/19/22
Christmas is gone and the illusion that childhood innocence can be recovered (it can’t) and we’re free of obligatory joyfulness and able to savor sadness again and relish our loneliness in this uncaring world, and the meals are penitential meals because my pants got too tight and my shirt wouldn’t button at the neck, so it’s time for celery and Ry-Krisp and herbal tea, which give a sweet sense of righteousness, which is good for vanity, feeling that the jowl is shrinking and lard that hangs over the belt is gradually coming under control and this — dare I mention it? — leads to inclinations of an erotic nature, something that disgusts you children, the thought that an old coot and his lady would commingle skin to skin and whisper and sigh and moan and even shriek for joy, but this is why we’re grateful when the Christmas guests go home and we needn’t stifle our pleasures.
February’s in view,
Two valentines, me and you,
Lie down for a nap
And whisper and wrap
Ourselves in each other
And kiss and O brother,
It’s thrilling and utterly new.
Garrison Keiller
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09 Mar 2020
by jeannepoland
in humans and dogs, Poetry
Tags: both ready for heaven, canines, great scent, humans and dogs, loyalty, pockets, pockets and Kelly, soul, strenfth, valor

Pockets and Kelly
both have great scent
soul
great canines
strength
loyalty
valor
and
pockets!
(both ready for heaven)
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20 May 2019
by jeannepoland
in Poetry, upon awakening
Tags: 5 senses, a promise of valor, choose panic or love, creator, discern flight or fight, ego, examine fear, fear is painful, J Byron Schachner, reach down to touch your toes, read fear's lesson, redeemer, sanctifier, soul, third eye, touch your 5 senses, touch your third eye, upon awakening

illustrator: J Byron Schachner
upon awakening:
soul: touch your third eye to see your Creator
ego: touch your 5 senses to open them all to sense your Creator
soul: touch your third eye to see your Redeemer
ego: touch your lips, ears, finger tips, eyes, nose, to sense your Redeemer
soul: open to cleansing to touch your Sanctifier
ego: open to pain and read its lesson from the Sanctifier
Fear is painful until it is examined. Then it discerns
fight or flight
panic or love
and chooses!
(If you have knee replacements and can’t kneel, try this:
Stand and reach down to touch your toes. Bending thus, touch your third eye, and 5 senses. When finished reach to the sky 3x and exhale breathing out your submission, acceptance and promise of valor!)
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28 Nov 2016
by jeannepoland
in Path to Wellness, Poetry
Tags: and drag, Bar Harbor Maine, free from toxins, healing Path to Zen Massage, new body, Path to Wellness, Paul Weiss, soul

Wellness Center- Bar Harbor Maine-Paul Weiss
.
Healing path to Zen
Massage: new body, soul, free
from toxins and drag
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02 Jul 2014
by jeannepoland
in Family
Tags: Amherst Massachusetts, ample nation, chariots waiting, close the valves of her attention, divine majority, Emily Dickenson, Emperor kneeling upon her mat, like stone, shuts the door, soul, The DeLoca's, the soul selects her own society

The soul chooses…
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
by Emily Dickinson 1830 – 1886
The soul selects her own society
Then — shuts the Door —
To her divine Majority —
Present no more —
Unmoved — she notes the Chariots — pausing —
At her low Gate —
Unmoved — an Emperor be kneeling
Upon her Mat —
I’ve known her — from an ample nation —
Choose One —
Then — close the Valves of her attention —
Like Stone —
1862
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10 Jul 2013
by jeannepoland
in Family
Tags: born alone, grave, gravity, grief, grievous, health, medicine, mental-health, shawl, shelter, silken weaves, soul, spirituality, stroke, tongue twisters, warm, weight, woven

It’s grief that drags us down:
not gravity;
Yet each loss is grave
Leads to our grave
And is a grievous weight of soul
Not to be born alone
But woven into silken weaves
To warm and stroke and shelter:
I am a shawl for you.
Jeanne
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08 Dec 2012
by jeannepoland
in Family
Tags: blue, details, orange, red, sleepy, soul, sound barrier, Southwest, weather, westward

Southwest, orange, red and blue
breaks the sound barrier of my ears.
Sings and jokes; stretches, bends
small details ’til they’re snug; no fears!
Breaks the sound barrier of my ears:
flies above 30,000 feet of clouds:
hums its path ‘bove westward planes below.
Sings and jokes; stretches, bends
in cabin’s curves: accommodate each soul:
infants, old, and broken boned.
Small details ’til they’re snug: no fears!
the weather’s fair; the night sky drops its skirts
on sleepy tired folks who land and find their rest.
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